“You’ve gotta take care of your cocksuckers, dude.”
Mike frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
Andrew leaned forward. “Listen: You’ve got a gay friend who genuinely likes your cock. Now I
know he doesn’t turn you on, and I know you feel weird about it, but the fact of the matter is he’ll
be there for you when the girls let you down. If you want him to be good to you, you’ve got to be
good to him, and that means letting him have it some of the time.”
Mike’s frown turned into an awkward grimace. “I dunno. He’s my friend, and I don’t want to just
use him like some kind of jack-off toy. Besides, wouldn’t that just make things awkward when
we’re hanging out normally?”
“It’s only as awkward as you or he makes it.” Andrew looked right and left and lowered his
voice. “Your brother and I had this buddy Chad a few years ago. We were friendly with him, let
him see us change clothes in front of him, and every once in a while we let him blow us. Then
that bitch Kristina played your brother to make her ex jealous and tried to pass it off as nothing.
He used Chad’s mouth for a solid week so he wouldn’t be tempted to hook up with her again.”
Mike’s eyes widened – he hadn’t heard that part of the story. “Chad never made a big deal out
of it, and he never told anyone. He was just grateful for a chance at some straight dick. The
three of us still go out for beer when your bro’s back in town, and it’s just buddies hanging out,
there’s nothing weird at all.”
“Hmmm.” Mike thought for a moment. “Maybe you’ve got a point. I wouldn’t mind having
something better than my hand on a regular basis. I guess I won’t know what could happen
unless I ask.”
Andrew agreed, and they finished lunch chatting about other things. Afterwards, as Mike
walked from the food court to his dorm, he thought about ways of broaching the subject with
Noah.
Noah sat at his desk with a textbook open in front of him and his fingers on his keyboard. To
the rest of the world it looked as if he were deep in thought about some homework problem,
but he was much more distracted than that. Scenes from the previous Saturday night kept
flashing through his brain, and try as he might he couldn’t keep from obsessing over them.
The water cascading over Mike’s bulging pecs and chiseled abs . . . the throbbing erection,
longer than any he’d seen, pointing straight at his face . . . Mike’s drunken voice calling
him “cocksucker” . . . . Noah’s dick started to grow in his pants. Shit, he thought, It’s been
about 40 hours, and I think I’ve jacked off 40 times. He had lost count already by Sunday
morning. None of his work was getting done, and the pages in his notebook from the day’s
lectures were virtually blank.
He turned his head a bit and glanced at his roommate. Pete was doing something on his
computer and showed no sign of leaving. That meant if he wanted to take care of himself he
would have to go looking for a deserted bathroom somewhere, which was always gross and
awkward and best kept for last resorts.