Straight A's S2 E2 | My study buddy is my cocksucker

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“What are you cheesing about over there?” One of my teammates attempts to read over my shoulder and I put my phone away.

“Man’s in love!” Brody says. “That's the look of satisfaction.” 

“Or maybe she just gives good blowjobs,” another guy calls out.

“Hey, I'd settle for someone that gives mediocre head but got great tits.” 

I shake my head and pack up the rest of my gym bag. These guys wouldn't get it and I don't want to waste my breath explaining. 

In some ways, they aren't wrong. He does give good blowjobs, and that's only a small part of what makes it so good with Joe. 

What was I smiling about? He sent me a photo of him wearing one of my jerseys, saying that it's his new laundry day outfit. He looks crazy wearing something that's at least two sizes too big for him. 

Crazy, but cute. It's long enough on him that it would cover him up even if he didn't wear pants. 

“We're going to hang out at Carlo’s.” Brody makes a smoking gesture at me. 

“Nah, you guys enjoy. I gotta study.” It wasn’t a lie. I'm going to need to lock in if I want to keep my athletic scholarship. 

At least Joe will help me. Staying at his place this week is a win-win; I don't have to see Ben the clown and I get tutoring help from Joe. 

I had to knock when I got to his door and Joe answered, still in my jersey. 

Okay. Win-win-win.

“You showered already,” Joe says, taking my bag from me. He sounds almost disappointed. 

“Yeah. I really gotta study.” Conflicted feelings bounce in my chest. I want to take the jersey off him, but the nagging voice in my head tells me to get to work. 

“Okay, you can use my desk,” Joe says. “Just let me know if you need any help.” 

I get settled at his desk and pull out my computer. I'm studying for my psych final, which everyone says will be easy. Apparently, it's straight memorization. 

Okay Freud was a one messed up fucker. Who actually feels that way about their dad??? I don't have no “penis envy”...

“You alright?” Joe says from his bed. 

“Are you stuck in the oral stage?” I run my hand through my hair. “Is that why you…?” I stick my tongue in my cheek and pretend to give a blowjob.

“I don't think so. Freud’s theory is pretty outdated,” Joe replies with a laugh. “I imagine you didn't worry about your dad castrating you either?”

“He doesn’t have any cats.” I rub my bleary eyes. 

“No…castrating, like neutering.” 

“Why would my dad do that to me?”

“He wouldn't… that's the point.”

“The point of what?” I ask in confusion and close my laptop. “Nevermind, forget it. I'm too tired after practice to memorize anything.” I lay my head on the table. “Or maybe I'm just stupid.”

I sucked in high school and I suck even more now in university. I dont understand the fucking sports scholarship system because we have to practice every damn day and then still have to take all these courses. It's god damn impossible. 

“Hey, don't worry.” Joe gets up from his bed and crouches next to me. “I'll help you.”

“You can't pretend to be me in the exam room.” I close my eyes as he combs my hair.

“I look just like you in this jersey.” 

I had to laugh at that statement. I opened my eyes again to his eyes sparkling at me, full of pride in making me smile.  

“You know how I said that I get turned on whenever I see someone in a bed? That's like Pavlov's conditioning, right?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Joe smiles at me. “That's a good comparison.” 

“I think it's happening with you wearing my jersey.” I look at his skinny arms protruding from the big holes.

“Well, technically we need to have sex every time I wear your jersey for you to start having that reaction.”

“Ah,” I say and sit up. I turn in the chair to face him and Joe switches from crouching to kneeling on the floor. “How about you conditioning me to be turned on everytime you're on your knees then?”

“I think you're getting it.” Joe looks between my open legs. Then, he looks up at me with his puppy eyes. I nod at him and he slides his hands up the leg holes of my shorts. 

“I'm not wearing underwear.” His hands wrap around my shaft and balls a second later.

He caresses my package gently, all the while looking up at me. Then, he pulls my cock out of the leg hole and licks the tip. 

I take a big inhale and hold the side of his head. He licks the mushroom head, stroking the bottom of my shaft carefully. 

I can tell how much he wants to please me. Every move is to make me harder and wetter. He worships my dick, kissing every inch of skin.

There is one question that's on my mind. I've been avoiding asking it because I didn't want to fuck a good thing up… again.

But I do want to know.

“What did you and Ben do?” 

Joe pops my hard-on out of his mouth and strokes it slowly while processing my question. 

“Do you really want to know? That's over now.” He kisses my cock head again. 

“I want to know.” I get a flash of that asshole pushing Joe's pretty face into his crotch. “Is his dick better than mine?”

Joe laughs. “Absolutely not.” He swallows me down, struggling to get the base down. I help him out by pushing on his head.

Damn right, my dick is better than that jerk’s. I thought so that time I saw him naked. He might have me beat in girth but I'm definitely longer. 

“What did you do?” I take out my raging hard cock and tap it on his red lips. “You said he didn't fuck you. You just sucked him off?” 

“That,” Joe gives me a couple wet bobs and then continues, “and I sucked his toes.” 

“Alright.” I lead him back to blowing me. He's done that to me once briefly and I didn't think too much of it. “You like that shit?”

“Mmhmm… guh…guh…guh…” I bounce him on my cock and thrust up at the same time. “Guh…guh…guh…” I let him up and he looks up at me, saliva dripping off his chin. 

“Suck mine then,” I command him. I stroke my cock, slick with his spit. His eyes light up like it's Christmas. 

“Are you sure? We don't have to do that if you're not into it.” 

I nod. He kisses my thigh and then works his way down, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way. He props my right ankle on his shoulder as he gets closer.

“We don't have to.” He kisses my ankle. 

“Do what I say, beta,” I whisper. Joe smiles to himself shyly and then takes my foot off his shoulder. He kisses the side of my foot and then gives it a big whiff. 

“Oh my god…” he marvels and takes his first taste. 

“Mmm…” It's a little ticklish but it's not bad. “You like that?”

“Mmmhmm…” Joe licks the side of my big toe while massaging the soles. “You smell so good.” He takes my toe into his mouth and sucks. 

“Fuck. You dirty beta.” Him servicing me is getting me off more than I thought. “Suck my toes, you loser.” 

“OhhHh…” Joe moans in satisfaction at my dirty talk. He licks the sole fully and then jams 3 of my toes in my mouth. “MMmmM…” I stroke myself to his loving and tender movements. 

Such a good beta boy.

He’ll service me any way I want

Anywhere I want 

He lives to please me. 

“UhhHHh…” Joe wiggles his tongue between two toes. 

“I want to cum soon,” I whisper as his tongue travels from one crevice to another, tongue fucking each one gently. Quick as lightning, Joe drops my foot and pushes his face into my crotch. I let go and he gobbles me quickly. “Oh fuck! You want it, loser?”

“GUH…GUH…GUH…GUH…” he responds by deepthroating me passionately. 

“It’s cumming…” I lift myself off the chair, ready to blast in his mouth. “It’s cumming!”

At the last second, Joe pulls my cock out and strokes it against his face. 

“FUCK!” I shower his face with jizz. I hump upwards to get my juice out, and he holds my shaft against his face so I dump the load directly onto his hair and face. “Fuck!!!” I lift my hips all the way off the chair. 

“MMm…” he moans in satisfaction as he deepthroats me again, and presses on my thighs to get me to sit down.

Joe sucks the drippage off my tip and then uses my shaft as a wiper, swiping up my cum off his cheek and then sucking it clean. He does it several times, until all the white goo disappears in his mouth. 

“You're nasty,” I gasp as he wipes his face again with my sensitive cock. I squirm as it gets past my point of tolerance. 

“You only have two shirts here,” he says, holding my softening shaft and kissing the underside.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to bring more here?” Joe licks up a cum drop from the tip and I shiver. 

Do I?