Cute Mouth

A group of us were at the bowling alley something we’ve been doing all semester when I heard the phrase that altered my life forever.

We had just finished the first game and everyone bought drinks and some food to share.

The group consisted of myself, Lisa, Jerry, Ralph, Susie, Julia, and myself. Only Ralph and Julia were a couple. The rest of us seemed content in our own friend-zones.

It was Jerry that blew up my life. He was wearing his typical beige slacks and a light blue button down collared shirt. I was dressed in jeans and an old concert shirt.

“You know Mike (that’s me), you have a cute mouth.”

“Huh,” I glance around and see nobody is paying attention. “Dude, don’t be so gay.”

Jerry laughs at my discomfort or maybe my remark before replying, “I’m not gay. But if there was ever an opportunity to stick my dick in that cute mouth of yours; I would not hesitate to do it.”

“Jerry, have you any idea how gay that sounds?”

Jerry leans towards me and says quietly, “Hey, I’m not gay. I just like blow jobs and like I said, you have cute mouth.”

“Too bad for you, I’m not gay either. So go find another mouth, perv-boy.”

That was it for the night, not another mention. But later when I was in bed, back in my dorm room, the compliment about my mouth kept playing in my head.

A week goes by and we’re back at the bowling alley. We finished the first round and everyone is sitting around making fun of each others scores when I notice Jerry looking at me.

I had my drink in hand, straw in mouth when I noticed Jerry was staring at my mouth or at least it looked that way.

I decide to find out and maybe get a little revenge at his expense. I open my mouth and play with the straw using my tongue. It’s just laying on my tongue as I wiggle it back and forth.

His eyes go a little wide, then narrow as a smile creeps across his face.

Jerry calls out to me, “Cute, real cute Mike. You got me good.”

Susie jumps into the conversation, “What’s cute?”

Jerry saves me by waving a hand and claiming, “It was dumb, and repeating it won’t be funny.”

I hope Susie doesn’t notice my cheeks flushed with blood.

Getting away with it once was kind of exciting. A few minutes later when I knew nobody but Jerry would be looking my way. I started eating french fries by sliding them into my open mouth, pulling them back out a little then pushing them all the way in before chewing.

I played with my drinking straw by capping one end with a finger tip to trap the pop inside. I’d then tilt my head back and open my mouth and let the pop splash out on to my waiting tongue.

I put on that little show four times and I know he saw me because after the second game he sat next to me and quietly asked, “I thought you said you weren’t gay.”

“I’m not perv-boy. I’m torturing you for looking at my cute mouth like its something for you to use whenever you want.”

“I never said all that. It sounds to me like you’ve been thinking about this a lot. I appreciate the effort you’re putting in to entice me, but you don’t need to impress me. I already want you to blow me.”

“Dream on pervert, let’s bowl.”

Days later there was a movie we all wanted to see. I must have eaten a hundred pieces of popcorn by sticking out my tongue and setting them on it before eating them. I’d take a handful of popcorn and close my had around them and jab my tongue into the pile to pick them up.

At one point Jerry actually had to adjust his crotch from watching me eat and play with my drinking straw.

The funny thing is, to me it all was a game. That is until he touched his crotch at the theater.

That night in my dorm room, I realized that my teasing made him hard. That’s when I first felt a stirring in my pants.

I grabbed my laptop and pulled up some porn, and decided I needed to cleanse my mind with some good old fashioned pussy pounding porn.

I blew my load in the first minute when the girl was sucking off a man.