Gloryhole With My Friend 07

Everyone in this story is 18+ and fully consenting.

Chapter 7: Midnight

"You actually sleep in that?"

"Yeah," he nodded, like it was nothing. "I wear it every night."

Then he stood up out of the jacuzzi, butt naked, flashing his muscular little ass to me. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off without saying a word, casually rubbing down his package as it flopped around in front of me.

As he disappeared into the house, I let out a long sigh.

Fuck

I waited in the jacuzzi as my boner ached. The bubbles stopped a minute later on their own. My head was imploding. I dried off and went straight to my room, trying not to freak out. I shut the door and locked it, then collapsed onto my bed. My brain was still running in circles.

I pulled out my phone and tried to jerk off just to reset myself. I opened my go-to videos, even some new ones that were exactly my type. Nothing worked. I couldn’t even get hard. I thought about Rugger, about the times he held my head and went rough, making me gag until I almost passed out. Normally that would’ve been enough, but it wasn’t working. My heart was pounding like I had sprinted a mile. I wasn’t going to be able to sleep like this.

Finally, I gave in.

I thought about Charlie. His cock. The first dick I had in my mouth, that I made myself gag on, that spurted into me and showed me the taste of manhood, even if he was younger than me. The same dick I’d seen sliding through the bubbles in the hot tub minutes earlier, the same one I’d caught him stroking in his room. I hated myself for it, but the second I pictured him, I started to get hard. Maybe this was better than actually giving in to him. Just thoughts. I could keep it there, in the safe space of my brain. I pictured him squatting over my face, beating off, his voice grunting above me.

Then my brain went back to what he’d said in the jacuzzi, that he slept with a face mask, that he was wearing it tonight. He had also looked me dead in the eye and said, “Some things are better when you can’t see what’s making you feel good.” He was giving me permission, maybe even literally asking me to blow him again. My body burned with the idea, and suddenly, my hand wasn't enough for me, even with the picture of Charlie in my head.

I texted Rugger. No response. He had said he was going to bed before we even went in the hot tub, so he must have been asleep already. I got up and headed down the hall.

I hesitated at my door for one last second, but looked down at my aching boner and realized this was the only thing my body wanted, for better or worse. If he was into it, then I was ready.

I crept into the hall, my steps light on the carpet, and slowly pushed Charlie’s door open.

I froze. He wasn’t asleep in his mask. Instead, he was lying on his bed in the dark with his apple vision pro headset on, wearing black brief underwear that held his crotch tightly, the glow of the headset spilling out of the edges onto his face. I could hear faint TV chatter leaking from it, which meant it was blaring in his ears, but to me it was just muffled sound. He turned his head slightly like he knew I was there, but he didn’t say a word, just adjusted his body comfortably on his bed.

I slowly walked up to him and looked down at his body, lying there so casually. His dominance lay in his casualness. He really had no shame. Like nothing ever bothered him.

The sound coming from the headset changed. The voices turned into porn, women moaning, and skin slapping. His dick shifted in his underwear, and he was signaling that it was time to start.

My knees hit the carpet. I pulled at his waistband and his butt lifted slightly so I could free him. He was pulsing toward hardness, and it moved with his heart beat. I smelled the fresh skin, having just been in the water. He just let me take over. I watched the way he shifted on the bed, spreading his thighs a little wider. He was so casual about it, that I could tell this was his goal all along. He wanted me here, worshiping him. He loved the teasing, the control. His dick continued to move on its own until it was resting upward on his abs.

I leaned down and licked his shaft, and he didn't move, but his dick twitched against my tongue. My jaw was already tense from the adrenaline as I opened wide to drag my tongue from his hairless balls to the tip of his shaft. I lifted his steel-hard dick and put my mouth on it, almost cumming in my underwear just from finally getting it in there.

He was hard almost instantly as I started rapidly working him, the headset glowing above me. He just relaxed, barely flinching as I did my best on him. I used to channel the sluts in my spank bank to give good head to Rugger, but now I was channeling my experience stuffing my throat with Rugger's cock to give Charlie the best head ever. I needed him to love it and want me to keep coming back.

To give my jaw a rest, I alternated positions, licking his balls, then climbing onto the bed to lay on my side, letting his cock soak in my mouth while I rubbed his thighs. My knees stung on the carpet, my neck cramped, my breathing shallow. But I didn’t care. I wanted this. It was the best I had felt all summer, since that day at the mall.

My own cock leaked constantly. I stroked myself intermittently while I serviced him, cumming twice, spurting messily across my stomach, before my hands returned to his legs, my mouth wrapped tight around him, my whole body in service of the dick.

I serviced his cock and every part of his crotch for nearly an hour, staying locked between his legs, my throat aching, drool running down my chin.

Finally, his hand dropped down and gripped the back of my head. My hands gripped his body, one hand going between his legs to his ass and pressing against his hole. He groaned louder, thrust upward, and pushed his dick hard down my throat. His naked body slammed into me, his cock throbbing in my throat. My eyes watered, my lungs burned, but I didn’t resist. It was everything it was meant to be. His ass and cock pulsed and hot spurts coated my tongue, the taste flooding me. It was familiar. My brain flashed back instantly to the bathroom stall at the mall, the first time I’d swallowed. It was the same. The same taste, the same feeling, like I was exactly where I was meant to be all along. 

He popped free, and I wiped the spit and tears and juice from my face. My throat was raw, my chest heaving. Relief mixed with excitement. It felt like this was where I was meant to be all along.

I stood up, dizzy, and moved toward the door.

“You’ve gotten better,” he said behind me.

I didn’t turn around. I just walked out, heart hammering. Mom and Dad could’ve woken up at any time, their insomnia making them wildcards. They could’ve walked by, seen my door open, heard something. The risk made me shiver now that it was over. I hadn't even thought about that.

I slipped back into my room, grabbed my phone, and texted Rugger: I blew him.

I knew he wouldn’t read until morning, but I had to share it. To my shock, the typing bubbles popped up.

His reply came instantly: Fucking FINALLY