Hey gang, I'm a long-time reader who just got surgery and will be recovering for a few weeks, so I figured let me try to create something over here. This is kind of a slow burn and I'll basically present it in chapters, maybe daily for a bit. Hope you have fun reading it!
"Here," Samuel said. "Let me help you with that." Without any ceremony he reached into his sweatpants and pulled his 8" cock out for Louis to see. He then stood up to make sure it was eye level with Louis who coyly sat on the edge of the bed. "Go Ahead now, I sucked you, and now you owe me."
Louis shifted his weight as if he was about to stand up and Samuel took a step closer. He couldn't say why for sure, but Louis was definitely intimidated by Samuel, who by all means was unassuming and average looking. 5"10" and fit but not toned, Samuel's dark features seemed almost archetypal but without flair. His buzzcut left little to inspire and he wore a grey t shirt and white Nikes. But he was... imposing, perhaps unsettling.
"Look man, a deal is a deal," said Samuel. "I looked out for you and made you feel better, right?"
Louis nodded dumbly and thought to maybe say something in his post-nut clarity that would release him from their contract, but it just got closer and closer to his face. It was a beautiful cock with a perfect mushroom head, clean shaven everywhere aside from the manicured triangle at its base. It even smelled kind of good, that's how close it was now. He slowly lifted a hand towards it.
"That's it, friend. Don't be shy."
Louis grabbed it and was surprised by how warm it felt, and then the weight as he lifted it a bit. He looked up at Samuel who stared back down at him his face stern and waiting.
****
Louis had never hooked up with a guy before. He was very drunk and sore from some bitch who refused him earlier on the dance floor at the party. To anyone else watching it was clear that she was trying to get away from him as he continually pretended to bump into her accidentally. She maneuvered poorly and wound up cornered by the bro, who after yelling his name a few times in introduction over the music went in for a kiss. She promptly threw her drink in his face and in his shock and embarrassment she slipped away.
Samuel saw the whole thing and found it amusing and deserving. He now had a target for the night. Dejected, Louis made his way outside and Samuel followed. There was a nearly empty deck which edged the darkness of the night. Bugs harped, voices murmured, sudden bursts of laughter. Louis leaned against the railing and retrieved a wet pack of smokes from his jacket pocket. He chucked them off the deck and let out a frustrated growl.
"What a cunt."
Louis looked up to see who said that. Samuel leaned on the railing next to him smoking a cigarette. "Who," asked Louis?
"That cunt that threw her drink at you," said Samuel. "She must be gay, otherwise how could she pass up a handsome guy like you?"
Louis was embarrassed but strangely flattered. He was kind of dumpy looking and mostly invisible at college. His hair was dirty blonde and straw like, his skin was pasty, any hook ups he had in the past he definitely worked for. So any compliment he received was totally welcomed. “Yea," he weakly agreed. Whatever he drank before the dancefloor was definitely taking hold of him now and he had to rebalance himself before sliding off the railing.
Samuel saw it happening and grabbed Louis by the elbow and helped prop him up. As he did so he also brushed him off a bit and pulled Louis into him so that he was now supporting him and he gently rubbed his arm. "Say, do you want a cigarette?" Louis nodded and Samuel set him up. "Girls are such pains in the asses, my life was shit when I hooked up with girls."
Louis was pretty shitfaced but got the gist at this point. He tried to push off a little but needed Samuel's support. "Hey man," Louis said. "I'm not gay."
"Neither am I."
"Then what are you doing?" Louis asked.
Samuel smirked and took a deep drag from his smoke. "Trying to get some at a party, just like you."
Louis laughed and nodded. "You got me there," he said.
Samuel eased up and they talked casually about anything other than sex. College, sports, stories about past times they got fucked up. They got a few more drinks but spent most of the rest of the night on the deck. Now that Louis was disarmed and sliding deeper and deeper into inebriation Samuel continued his earlier campaign. "You know the best blowjob I ever got?"
"Nah, tell me about it."
"I had been hooking up with this girl who didn't swallow," said Samuel. "She would barely touch me, no enthusiasm, the few times she actually went down on me she wouldn't swallow. She'd let me finish in her mouth and then frantically pop up and run to a sink or some shit and spit it out. Shit, one time she stuck her head in one of those litterbox igloos just to spit."
Louis chortled, "Harshhhh."
"Yea man, totally killed the vibe," Samuel said. "So anyhow, she's nice and all but this isn't working for me so I break up with her. I mean, we're in college, right? Plenty of chicks around. But after a week or two I really needed to get some and nothing was working out. I went to a bar and some dude starts chatting me up."
"Just like you and me," Louis said, rolling his eyes and patting Samuel on the chest to signal he needs another cig.
"Yea, haha," Samuel said as he lit a new cig for Louis. "And I'll tell you exactly what he said to me when I told him that I wasn't gay. He said, 'Who cares about gay, the best blowjob will always come from a person who knows how to enjoy it.'" He turned to the darkness and took a swig from his beer. He paused and nodded pensively and stopped talking.
Louis looked at Samuel incredulously. "And?"
"And I got the best blowjob of my life. My eyes rolled into the back of my head like a slot machine and I came so hard my nuts hurt. We wound up trading each other BJs until the end of that semester when he graduated."
Louis wasn't totally dumb, he could see where this was going hours ago, but Samuel did have a good point. Of the few girls Louis had received head from only one ever really nailed it. The rest made it seem like a chore or barely put it in their mouth, dryly jerking it in ways that were unpleasurable and sort of painful until one of them awkwardly threw in the towel. And the one good one he got... was it even that good? His eyes certainly didn't spin in his head. He looked around the party, which was thinning out. He didn't really know anyone there and no one was looking at him anyhow. He was just some chump with a beer stained jacket.
Samuel read it all and said, "Look, we can find a room and I'll give you one and you give me one. No one will ever know, if they see us enter we can say we were blowing coke or some shit. And if you don't like it we'll go our separate ways."
It was hard for Louis to argue, especially in his drunken state.
*****
And it really was the greatest blowjob Louis would ever receive. Once in the bedroom Samuel sat Louis on the bed and told him to lay back and close his eyes. Louis hudded backward heavily and Samuel undid his belt and pulled his pants down enough to comfortably pull out his cock. He wasted no time, sucking it harder and harder until it was fully erect. He methodically worked it deeper and wetter and deeper and wetter until he could easily bob all the way to the hilt. When he wasn't deep-throating he used this amazing twisting motion with one hand on the shaft and played with Louis' balls with the other. Louis barely lasted five minutes and as he nutted he had to sit up and push Samuel's mouth off his cock as the sensation was almost too much. He laid back down panting and thought to himself, "fucking guy was right. Holy shit!"
Samuel smiled and laughed softly. "See?" He swigged a beer and lit a cigarette as he examined his hands and carefully dried himself off and cleaned his face with a random t shirt from the floor. "Your turn now, big boy."
In his post-nut clarity Louis' heart sank. He was not prepared to give another guy a blowjob, especially one with equal vigor. He thought about what he could say or do to get out of this. He sat up to reason with Samuel and made a few weak excuses as Samuel prepared himself without hearing any of it.
Louis blinked and was now holding Samuel's cock in his hand, surprised at the weight. His hand felt warm and tingly and kind of... good.
Samuel placed his hand behind Louis' head and softly encouraged, "good girl, just like that."
Louis was confused by that last part but before he could really consider it Samuel pushed his cock through his lips. Instantly Louis felt calmed by the warmth of the cock and let it glide across his teeth and onto his tongue.
"A little wider, doll," Samuel instructed.
Louis opened wider and let Samuel bob his head up and down but pretty soon Louis was going on his own. He bobbed his head as if listening to a favorite song and even used the same twisty move Samuel did. Samuel moaned and flexed his head and Louis was surprisingly turned on by the positive reinforcement. One thing he had to admit was that it certainly smelled better than the women he had tried to pleasure in the past. He was never sure if he ever did a good job with any of them, and he felt gratified by the pleasure he was giving Samuel. The salty pre cum came on stronger and stronger and Samuel throbbed bigger and bigger. Louis could sense what was to come and as it did Samuel pushed his way farther down Louis' throat than at any other point, his pubes tickling Louis' nose which sneezed out most of Samuel's load. Samuel fell back and scratched the his nose terribly when he reached up to rub it and blow it out.
"Jesus christ, dude!" Louis yelled.
Samuel picked up the same shirt from before and laughed as he cleaned the cum off his lower waist. "Sorry, girl, you just did such a good job I got carried away."
Louis rubbed his nose, which stung more on the outside than the inside at this point. He could see blood on his fingers from the cut he gave himself. "What the fuck?" He was so confused. How did he cut himself so badly?
Samuel kneeled over him and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead and said, "You gotta be careful with those fake nails, they're like daggers."
Louis looked down at his hand to see a full set of neon green manicured nails, each an inch long and pointy. Did his hand look smaller, too? The rings on it certainly weren't his. "How?"
"Howww," Samuel mocked in a whiny, girlish tone. "How did you just give me the best blowjob ever? I dunno." He picked up the soiled t shirt and threw it in Louis' face. "You need to clean up, go to the bathroom."
Louis welcomed the chance to separate himself and without a word he stood up and walked over to the bathroom and closed the door. When he looked in the mirror it wasn't the deep scratch across his nose that made him freeze but the sight of his swollen lips. They were huge and glossy! Did he rub them that hard to make them swell like that? And the cum just wouldn't come off them. People were definitely going to know that he was up to some weird stuff, but he also knew that he was still shitfaced so maybe he just wasn't seeing things right. His lips had to just be momentarily irritated. These fucking rings though wouldn't slide past his middle knuckles. Fuckkkkk[i][/i] he thought. I look fucking crazy and I why am I whining? He exited the bathroom and said, "Hey, man, did you...."
But Samuel was gone.