Dirty Buddies E3 | My mate leaves me a load to eat

Everyone is over the age of 18

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The best thing about two guys sharing a place together is how casual we can be. I reckon it helps that we're both easy going and comfortable in our skin. Jordan started wearing less clothes when he woke up in the morning and I followed along. I personally hate wearing a shirt when I don't have to anyway, so it was no sweat off my back. 

Having a wank became common-place and a common topic for us too. Jordan didn't have any shame tossing his cum tissues in the trash in front of me and I didn't either. Often after dinner, we would be hanging out in the living room and he would say he needs to go to rub one out before bed.  Most of the time, I'll do it in the living room while he goes back to his room to do it. It became a running joke for us to ask each other if we've emptied our balls yet. 

Honestly, the fact that we were beating off so much was surprising, given the amount of sex we were having. Jordan would have a girl over at least 2-3 times a week and I'd try to hunt for 3-4 twinks a week. Sometimes I was more successful and sometimes I was less successful. 

One Friday night, we both struck out. I refreshed my apps a million times before accepting that the stars aren’t aligned tonight. I ordered a pizza and cracked open a beer. 

“What, no loud skinny boy tonight?” Jordan sits down next to me on the couch. “Can I have one?” He grabs a beer before I reply. 

“No such luck,” I sigh. I'm fucking horny tonight too. “How about you? That blonde bimbo has been here all week. Settling down already?” 

“Fuck no, she's crazy. Was all up in my grill this morning about getting her a pill. She's the one that made me squirt in her too.” Jordan scoffs and drinks from his beer. He's clearly stressed about what happened. 

“She made you?” I offer him a slice of pizza. 

“Yeah, I was going to pull out and jizz on her face like usual, but she wrapped her legs around me.” He makes an exaggerated face of him cumming. 

“That's hot,” I say. Jordan waves me off. 

“Yeah, you're lucky you're gay. Your baby batter comes right back out.” 

“You could try it if you think it's better.” I shrug as I take another bite of my pizza. 

“On you? No thanks.” He jokes back. “I want a piece of that Asian guy you had over on Wednesday. What's his name again?”

“Jason,” I say with a sigh. 

“Yeah, he had a perky little ass, mate.” 

Fuck, I'm horny. It would be so nice to get a nice no-recip blowjob right now or get a nice bottom to ride me while I lay back. 

We put on a movie and finished the rest of the food and drinks. I started to relax into the night once I had my second beer. I might not get laid tonight, but there's always the rest of the weekend. 

A sex scene plays on the screen. Of course, it was a straight scene, but the guy was a type I could appreciate too. However, like always, most of the scene focused on the girl getting pleasured. 

“Damn… nice titties,” Jordan whispers. He pulls at the neckline of his shirt. I'm not sure why he always keeps his sleeveless shirt on when he exists pretty much only in boxers at home. “Can we watch it again?” 

I rewind the movie about 30 seconds and play it again. Jordan scratches his crotch as the clip replays. His motion draws me to look at what's happening in his underwear.

He's wet. Just a little spot right where his tip should be.

I sit up to dislodge my cock. The sex scene passes but Jordan keeps his hand in front of his wet spot. 

“Lager always does this to me,” he mutters, looking up at me staring. “Reckon I'm going to have to pump one out soon.” 

“Yeah, you're leaking through, mate.” He puts a finger on top of the wet spot and lifts the smallest string of goo from the fabric. “Did you want to watch the clip again?”

I'll admit I'm trying to get him to whip it out. I've seen his soft cock around the house a couple of times now, and I've fantasized about what it might look like erect. The thing is, us men know how different a dick can look when fully hard. 

I want to know. 

“You play it one more time and I'm going to whip it out right here and now.” Jordan chuckles, pulling his hat further over his forehead and laying back on the couch. 

“Go ahead, mate.” My heart pounds. Jordan almost has his whole face covered by his hat, leaving only his mouth and chin visible. His hand keeps playing with his wet crotch.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” A hint of a smile forms on his shadowed lips.

“If you're going to have a wank, I might just join you.” 

Or I could pull it out first, if that'll help. 

I didn't have to, because Jordan reaches into the slit of his boxers and slides out his cock. He uses his other hand to adjust the fabric so it wraps around his balls.

Holy fuck, that's a great cock. 

The tip is shiny from moisture, and his mushroom tip is completely exposed. I know he's uncut, but the way he's hard makes the skin look non-existent. 

“You just going to stare at me while I jizz?” He readjusts his hat. I pull down my pants and underwear to my ankles and show him my stiff dick. 

Nothing he hasn't seen before. 

“I’m not ashamed to be a cumslut,” I reply, jerking off to him. His arm muscles look huge when he moves his fist up and down. 

“Cumslut? You mean you like getting facials??? Don't seem like you.” Jordan doesn't take a break on his strokes. 

“No. My face is nowhere close when they jizz.” I chuckle. “But I'll lick it off their body after.” 

“That's downright nasty, mate.” 

“I like the taste. Don't knock it till you've tried it.” I hyperfocus on his fist moving up and down his solid meat. 

“I've tried it. Who hasn't tried their own cum?” Jordan chuckles back. “Was bitter as hell.” 

“I'll be the judge of that.” 

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” I'm getting light headed from being so horny and riled up. 

“Alright. I'm going to cum.” He stands up and grabs the cardboard pizza box. His strokes slow down enough for me to watch every detail. 

The first spurt is thick.

The second spurt is more of a dribble. 

“Fuck,” Jordan mumbles. He rubs himself rabidly.

The third shot shoots to the lip of the box and the rest dribbles onto the cardboard. 

His shoulders relax. “Not my biggest load but … what do they say in France? Bon appétit.” 

I kneel down on the floor and move the pizza box closer to me. The pungent smell of his cum mixed with the grease on the box wafts over to me. I stick out my tongue as much as possible and do a giant lick across the box.

It's so warm.

“Ugh.” Jordan laughs. “Jesus, mate, I didn't think you would actually do it.” 

“It's good.” I mumble more as I stroke myself under the coffee table. I swirl my tongue on the cardboard, trying to get more of the man’s essence out of it. 

“Jesus, your horndog. Imagine how horny you'd be if I actually did something to you.” I watch Jordan’s feet move away as I continue to savor the snack he left for me. “I'm going to go pass out. Cheers.”

I sit up, one of his cum strings hanging off my lips. The combination of knowing how he tastes and watching his butt cheeks bounce did it for me. I shoot my load onto the floor watching his hairy ass walk away from me. 

“Ah…ahh…”

“You nutting, mate?” Jordan laughs, not even looking back. “Well, good boy.” He shuts the door.

“Imagine how horny you'd be if I actually did something to you”

Why do we have to imagine?