Different Way to End the Night

Everyone is 18.

I knew he had a crush on her. I should’ve been more sensitive. But the fuel of party mode turned off my brain and I thought only with my cock. When she rubbed up against me on the dance floor, she did a double take. Her hands found my muscular chest, and in seconds she had her hand on my bulge. I inflated right there on the dance floor, and the hunger in her eyes only grew more apparent as she got a preview of the heavy hog I carry in my pants. I ended up fucking her upstairs while the party raged on. When I came down, I found him. 

“You wanna crash?” He yelled over the music. 

I gave him a thumbs up, and nodded toward the door. On the way back he seemed a bit distant. 

“We were grinding and it was so hot, but I lost track of her at some point,” he said with a sigh. 

“Who?” I asked. 

“Chloe,” he said. 

I felt a pang in my stomach. I was hoping he didn’t say that name. In my post-coital state of reality setting in, the guilt of fucking his weeks-long crush was hitting me hard. 

My college roommate, Darren was a good guy. But he was also a dopey romantic, a total idiot for girls. He had fallen into the friend zone a million times, on the hook for girls who treated him like shit and weren’t even into him romantically, or even sexually. He was a good looking guy. We’d shared a shower head plenty of times in the dorm when it was crowded, and I knew he kept in good shape. Naturally lean, gym-toned arms, normal guy face, blonde hair that worked even when it was messy. He could’ve gotten any average girl to fall in love with him, but he only wanted the girls who didn’t want him back. I was tired of seeing him in a shitty mood every time a girl flaked on him, only to endure listening to him sadly jerk himself to sleep afterward. 

“Listen,” I said just as we approached the door to our dorm building, “She’s an idiot. You should just focus on someone better.” 

“No you don’t get it dude, she’s really into me,” he replied as we traversed the hallway to our dorm room, although it was clear that he didn’t even believe it himself. “We texted for hours the other day. Talked about everything in life, good and bad. I asked her out and she just said it wasn’t a good time for her. She’s taking space for herself. But when she’s ready, I’ll be there.” 

“Bro,” I said as we got inside, plopping backward onto my bed, looking up to meet his eye. “She’s not cool. Trust me. She’s not taking a break for herself. She’s hooking up with dudes, just not you. I hate to see you get obsessed with another girl.” 

“Fuck you!” He exploded suddenly. I sat there quietly, the guilt of what I had done setting in deeper now. He was in denial. I could’ve just not said anything, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep that night if I didn’t come clean. 

“Look,” I said, “I saw her with a guy tonight.”

“Bullshit,” he muttered. Turning to his bed and pulling off his clothes quickly, angrily. I saw the muscles tense in his back as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was flexing, throwing a little tantrum as he pelted down his pants and underwear together. His perky, hairless ass bounced out. I reached across the small space between our beds and gave him a light slap on his left cheek, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Maybe you just need a man to show you what you need,” I said as he flipped around quickly, his hand on his ass where it had met my slap. 

“You’re hilarious,” he said. It had worked. He was calm now. 

“Bro, put that thing away,” I said, looking down at his cock, which was half hard for some reason, and only a foot away from my face. 

“I thought you were gonna take care of me, daddy” he said, wiggling his hips and making it smack against his thighs. I laughed. 

He pulled on a pair of pajama pants, the kind that do not hide anything underneath at all. I could still clearly see the head of his dick, and the exact outline of his ass. I got up to change as well. 

“So,” he said, sitting back on his bed, just as I had gotten down to my underwear. “Did you really see Chloe with another guy?”

I froze. The pang in my stomach was back. “Yeah, dude. Sorry. I thought you would wanna know.”

“I actually thought I loved her,” he said, the heartbreak dripping from his mouth. 

I turned to look at him, still in my underwear. I was aware that my relatively more athletic body made him a bit insecure, but I had to spill it before I chickened out. “Well, that makes this really hard to say. And I’m really fucking sorry for this. I wish I could go back and undo it. But I fucked her.” 

I watched my admission hit him like a bolt of lightning. His mouth dropped open. His face was red. I stood there, waiting to see if he was going to hit me, or storm out, or fucking cry. I had no idea. To my surprise, I saw his crotch stir. He was getting hard. 

Now it was my turn to blush. I pretended not to notice. I guessed that he just got a nerves boner, and and I thought he just hadn’t noticed. But then he grabbed it. He looked down at his boner, and squeezed it. It looked like he had gotten achingly hard immediately, and he literally needed to squeeze it just to relieve the pressure. He kept his eyes on his cock, and I saw a tear drop off his face onto his crotch. And then he spoke, softly.

“How was it?”

I smiled sort of awkwardly. Is he ready to joke about this already? 

“What?” I asked, feeling kind of stupid and not knowing why he asked that.

“Just… tell me what it was like. To be with her,” he said. He started slowly circling the head of his cock with his thumb, through his thin pajama pants. 

I protested lightly. “Bro what’s going on I don’t—”

“Just fucking tell me, asshole,” he interjected.

“It was… nice, dude,” I started. “She pulled me by the arm off the dance floor and dragged me upstairs.”

He nodded. I continued. “She pulled me into a bedroom and shut the door. She said something about wanting to see my big cock, and got on her knees. She did all the work and whipped out my hog, and went to town on it. She could barely fit it in her mouth. I could tell she wasn’t used to big ones.”

I heard him groan. I was starting to get hard myself as I recounted the event. I grabbed myself through my boxers. 

“Go on,” he said, reaching inside his pants. His eyes finally looked up and met mine. They were red, but he was converting from sad to focused. “What are her tits like?”

I smirked. “Perky. Amazing, Bouncy while I fucked her.” He groaned again. He stood up and dropped his pants. 

“Did you wear a condom?” he asked, openly stroking now, only a foot away from me. 

“Nope,” I replied. I felt like I was getting a pass, and I was enjoying reliving the experience, so I loosened up and dropped my pants as well, showing off my hard, extra large cock that had cucked my roommate tonight. “Her juices are still on me.”

I grabbed my cock from the base, feeling the greasy remnants of a party gone right, and slowly stroked myself up to the tip. He looked down, and groaned lightly again. I watched him watching me. He was mesmerized by my big cock, the shiny remnants of his crush still soaking on it. I took my hand off my cock, and rubbed the juicy residue between my fingers as he looked closely. Without saying anything, I lifted my fingers up to his nose, the way boys often do to their friends after scratching their balls, as a prank. He took a big whiff, and I could see on his face that he was loving it. He was straight up gooned. I was happy to see him happy, and I was getting a thrill at the power dynamic that was forming. He sniffed my fingers more strongly. I got an idea, and before I second guessed myself, I shoved my two fingers in his mouth. He didn’t even resist it, just closed his lips and ran his tongue over them and between them, getting off all the juices he could. He was going to town on his cock, and even yanking his balls roughly with his other hand.

He was a hungry eighteen-year-old boy. His hormones were peaking. I think this might’ve been the closest to sex he had ever come. His obsession with this girl was leading him to worship my fingers just because they had her essence on them. I looked down at my hard cock. I remembered how much the girl had struggled with it earlier that night. I looked back up to Darren. His eyes were closed while he basically fellated my fingers. I pressed down on his tongue, feeling the tight, warm wetness. “Might as well give you the rest of it.”

He opened his eyes a millimeter, lost in his gooning zombie sensations, barely registering what I said, until I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and put a hand on his shoulder, pressing him downward. His eyes fell to my cock. He was drawn to it. He got to his knees, one hand still on his cock, the other reaching up for my hip to steady himself. He inspected my throbbing monster quietly, as I held it from the base, pointed at his face. 

“This is a real cock,” he muttered, almost to himself.

“Yeah,” I said, “A real man’s cock.”

He continued. “We’re both eighteen. We’re both supposedly men. But you’re naturally superior.”

I chuckled, the sense of having betrayed him completely gone now. Something else was happening.

“This is what girls want,” I said. “This is the closest you’ll ever get to pussy.”

He took a big whiff. I knew at this point he was smelling more cock and ball sweat than pussy, but he was just as ravenous as if it were Chloe herself in front of him. He leaned forward and shoved his nose into the crook of my balls, where my scrotum meets my thigh. I thought it was going to tickle, but it felt nice to have his warm breath bathe my crotch. I held the back of his head, and pressed him into me. He groaned while he stuck his tongue out and started licking. It should’ve been gross, whatever the fuck we were doing. I knew this wasn’t a normal response to feeling cucked, but part of me felt like I was helping him somehow. The real driving force for me, though, was that it felt amazing. I had never felt so superior to another male before. I had gotten laid tonight, and now I had a guy worshiping me for my conquest. It was the best of both worlds. He turned his head to lick my hard shaft, and he even put his lips on it from the side. I moved his head up and down, giving him the full length. 

“This is what went inside her,” I growled lowly.

He pulled back slightly. “This is a real cock.”

I pressed him back down onto me, and he continued his warm, firm tongue bath on my junk. I held his head as I leaned back onto my bed, pulling him down onto his knees. I lifted my legs and pressed his head to my balls, and he sucked them into his mouth one at a time, cleaning them completely. I pressed him down further until he was licking the bottom of my nut sack, and my taint. I pressed my luck further and pushed him lower until he was eating my ass. That was my first time ever having that sensation, and it was weird, but I liked it. It got me even hornier than I already was. 

“Suck the rest of her off me,” I said, as I rapidly moved his head back to my cock. This time, I shoved it into his mouth and pulled him down onto me until he gagged. He started jerking off, showing me that he liked it. He pressed a hand back against my thighs, but I held him tightly, and pulled him up and down until he got his own rhythm. He started jerking off faster as I stood up and took his head in my hands.

His throat made a rough gruck-gruck-gruck as I used him to my satisfaction. I always had good stamina, especially if I had just cum an hour earlier, but the thrill of tonight was pushing my limits. I pressed into his throat and held it there.

“Use your tongue on my balls from there,” I said, wondering what his limits were. He gagged, but I held him in place, as he obeyed and stuck out his tongue, wiggling it on my balls while I was stretching his throat obscenely. I felt him cum on my foot, and I didn’t flinch. I could see my cock stretching his throat from the outside. I was ready to cum too.

I started thrusting again, and he held my ass cheeks for balance as I started slapping my balls on his chin and using his tight wet throat to get my nut. I held his head down when I started to pulse, and emptied myself directly into him, pushing through one last gag while he dutifully held onto me until I was done. 

When I slogged my cummy hog out of his throat and let it plop down on my thigh with a smack, he sat back onto his heels, wiping his face. I had to catch my breath, not realizing that my heart had been racing. The post-nut clarity was surreal. I didn’t bother putting on clothes, but I braced for what Darren was going to do, or say. 

“Thanks,” he muttered quickly before standing up and turning to his bed, picking up his pajama pants off the floor with his feet before pulling them over his taut ass. I was watching him more closely than I had before. I had never thought of his as a sex object, and I guess I still didn’t, but whatever the fuck that was, I had liked it. 

“You ok?” I asked, as I rolled onto my bed, pulling a blanket over me, and grabbing my phone.

“Yeah, actually,” he said. He still wouldn’t look me in the eye, but I sensed that he was telling the truth. Something had broken in him, and he was satisfied with how the night had turned out, somehow. He went to bed and played on his phone, putting his earbuds in and turning me out. The night had been weird for me, but I wanted it to happen again. Not only for all the ego boosting, but also somehow getting Darren to a satisfied state for the first time since I had known him. I hatched a quick idea. 

I went straight to snapchat, pulling up my conversation with Chloe, and sent a message.

“Hey. You want a repeat tomorrow?”