If You Show Me Yours - Part 2 (Patreon)

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Despite my best efforts, the following morning brought an awkwardness that Brandon and I had never experienced before. We did our best to push through it, but both of our minds were still on the events of the previous day.

Regardless, and much to my surprise, Brandon seemed eager to skip school again. It had been his idea after all, but I wondered if he was still has excited about the prospect of spending the day together, alone and hidden, as I was.

Our attempts at small talk died as we sat back inside the decrepit, damp house and listened to the rain hammer against the tin roof above us. I wasn't sure how to feel, and the longer the silence lasted, the more I began to think that perhaps I was somehow pressuring my straight best friend to do something that he didn't want to.

"We... We don't have to do anything" I said, and whilst it almost pained me to say it, I had to.

Brandon didn't respond, and had returned to plucking stuffing from the arm of the chair.

"It was probably a dumb thing to do" I scoffed sadly, "was pretty gay I guess".

He nodded, which only added to my internal suffering.

Another silence fell as Brandon sat back and took out his phone. I glanced up at his handsome face as the screen illuminated it, and wanted nothing more than to have a repeat of yesterday. He was painfully good looking.

A moment later, the unmistakeable sounds of soft moaning began to echo around the dark room. I stared at him curiously.

"Look" he said, and patted the seat of the chair.

My eyes lit up as I scrambled to my feet, and whilst trying to appear calm, sat down beside him. Once again, his pleasant scent wafted toward me. Cheap deodorant masked his teenage aroma, but it was enough to cause my dick to stir.

"What are you watching?" I asked with a grin, and he lowered the phone to show me.

A large, muscular man stood naked at the end of a bed. Between his legs, a young, attractive blonde swallowed his giant cock, her eyes watered and a trail of saliva drooled down her chin. Like many gay guys, my eyes remained firmly on the man.

"That's my favourite part" Brandon laughed, and pointed to the obvious bulge in the woman's throat as she took the large cock.

"And her tits, look at those tits, bro".

I didn't. I continued to stare at the man's wet cock, and imagined what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of it. Once again, my rod pulsed.

There was something extremely erotic about watching porn with my straight buddy, and I managed to glance at him a few times as he concentrated intently. A few minutes later, he changed the video.

"You have an account?" I laughed, as I noticed his name in the top corner.

"Shut up" he mumbled, and clicked onto his favourites.

A sea of videos populated, many of which showed big breasted blondes engaging in various types of sexual activities. He tapped onto another one and sat back again.

"Debbie Allen" he almost moaned, as a stunning woman lay on her back, her fingers toying with her pussy and her other hand grasping her tit.

This was most certainly the worst video he could have chosen, and I found myself daydreaming due to the lack of cock.

"Yo, look" he laughed, and moved the phone to show the visible tent in his trousers.

My eyes widened as he squeezed the base. Of course, I'd already seen his large cock, but the fact that he was becoming more comfortable showing off, excited me beyond words.

"You're sick" I lied, and shouldered him as we laughed.

He skipped the video again, and fast forwarded the second one until it showed a woman being brutally skull fucked by a large black man. This one was certainly more appealing.

"I have an idea" he said, without taking his eyes off the screen.

My heart raced as I listened.

"We flip a coin, whoever loses has to do that" he said, and pointed to the choking, gagging young woman on the screen.

Part of me wanted to decline in order to keep my secret, but then I considered it. Brandon was quite clearly straight, and given his search history, there was no doubt about it. Yet he was the one suggesting these things, so what would be the harm in agreeing?

"Fine" I shrugged, "but I'm gonna win".

"Oh yeah?" He scoffed, and dug his hand into his trousers, pulling out a coin.

I could still see the outline of Brandon's erection through his trousers, and it was enough to give me one of my own.

"Heads, I win" he said, positioning the coin over his thumb, "tails, you lose".

I nodded, my mind more focused on his hidden cock than the coin.

He flipped it into the air, caught it in his palm and smacked it onto the back of his hand. He slowly revealed it and laughed.

"Tails" he grinned, "you lose".

I stared at it, and the realisation that Brandon may not have been joking, suddenly kicked in. What if I couldn't do it? The woman in the video seemed to be struggling brutally, but that was to be expected considering the sheer size of the cock in her throat. Whilst Brandon's was quite large, it wasn't that large.

"Really?" I asked, my cheeks becoming pink.

"Well you lost" he shrugged, shoving the coin back into his pocket, "rules are rules".

"They're your rules" I smirked.

"We can't tell –"

"Anyone" I interrupted, and he nodded.

Awkwardly, I stood and he looked up at me for a moment before sliding his trousers down his thighs and revealing a pair of tight Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His hard cock was now much more visible through the soft, stretchy fabric.

"Bro this is so fucking gay" he laughed, as the sound of gagging and grunting played from the phone.

We both became awkwardly silent for a moment until he spoke again.

"Well get on your knees or something" he snapped.

"Take it out first!" I snapped back, and he swallowed a lump in his throat.

I watched eagerly as Brandon lifted his plump butt and slowly slid his underwear down. Once again, his beautiful smooth cock appeared, and I felt a bead of pre-cum spill from my tool.

It sprang back against his toned groin with an audible slap, and my mouth began to water.

"Alright, now get on your knees" he said impatiently, and lifted his phone back up.

His foreskin had slid halfway back across his bulbous pink helmet, and everything about the young man was breathtaking.

I couldn't see his face as it was now blocked by his phone. As he continued to watch the porn video, his cock twitched.

"Are... Are you gonna do it?" He asked, without moving the phone.

I took a deep breath. I had fantasised about sucking dick for a long time, and I couldn't have hand picked a better person to try it on, and yet my heart thundered in my chest, and my throat became dry.

I reached for it, feeling it's warmth as I closed my hand around his thick shaft and pulled it toward me so that it pointed at the roof above. I felt him swell in my grasp.

The sound of the gagging turned to moaning and I could easily imagine what was now happening in the video. Slowly I began to pump my best friend's meat with one hand, and squeezed my own through my trousers, with the other.

I couldn't take my eyes off his seven inch cock as the skin slipped back behind the head and exposed his beautiful glans. I sped up, and heard a faint gasp as I did. There was something amazing about being in control of my best friend's pleasure.

"Dude" he whispered, and I averted my gaze as he stared down at me. "Suck it" he laughed.

I nodded, and took another breath before leaning forward and inhaling Brandon's succulent musk. His glassy helmet slid across my tongue, causing my cock to spill more fluid, and I closed my lips around it as he gasped.

The video continued to play as I took more of him, deeper and deeper until I gagged. Brandon's thighs tensed and his tool pulsed in my throat. The lightly salty taste was driving me crazy, and I felt almost ravenous as he reached down and held my head in place.

"Fuck" he moaned, and pushed me further as I gagged again.

I pulled up, my eyes watering, but immediately plunged back down.

"Oh shit, bro" Brandon groaned as I sucked harder.

The experience the previous day had been amazing, but this was the best moment of my life. I tasted his fluid as trails of pre-cum began to drool from his slit, and I swallowed it hungrily as he guided me down his shaft.

My hand remained clasped around my aching boner in my trousers as I orally pleasured my best friend. The fact that he wasn't even looking at me, strangely made the experience even hotter. He was using my throat, but imagining that it was the woman in the video. It should have angered me, but it turned me on even more.

I took every inch of his wet cock into my throat, feeling it spread me as I reached the base. Brandon held me down, his groans turning to laboured moans as his cock swelled even more. My chin rested against his soft, heavy balls and my hand squeezed my eager tool until I felt an orgasm begin.

"Bro" Brandon moaned, his voice higher pitched than usual, "I'm... I'm gonna nut!".

I jerked my head, letting my throat muscles squeeze his glans until I had no choice but to pull up for air. As I did, Brandon moaned loudly, his entire body tensing up and shivering, and as soon as his helmet slid across my tongue, a thick rope of sperm splashed against the back of my throat.

"Fuck!" He whimpered, and as he did, my own prick began to spew cum into my tight boxer briefs.

I swallowed and felt his salty, thick seed spill into my stomach. Brandon's cock pulsed again, sending another pool of heavy cum into my mouth. More poured out, spilling under my tongue as I lapped at his sensitive head.

"Oh my god" Brandon breathed, as his thick pole drilled more fluid inside.

His phone had fallen to the side now, and he watched me with wide, sparkling eyes as I swallowed every drop of his juice, and sucked again to ensure that his entire sack was empty.

My own cock had softened in a thick pool of warm cum, but I remained horny, and pulled Brandon's semi-erect, drooling rod from my throat, and licked every inch.

Brandon watched me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, until his cock became soft, and I sat back on my heels, satisfied.

I watched as he pulled his pants up and sat back. He looked drained, and I wondered if the post-nut-clarity would cause even more awkward tension between us.

"You know what?" He said breathlessly, wiping his forehead of sweat, "we'll get in the same trouble for skipping two days of school as we would for skipping three".

It was music to my ears, and I nodded eagerly as I basked in the taste of his sperm in my mouth.

"And you were never gonna win that coin toss" he laughed, and I glanced at him curiously.

"Heads, I win" he grinned, "tails, you lose"