The Sublime Cock
A taste for dick.

A taste for dick.

4/

The temptation to accept my straight roommate’s invitation - or had it been a command? - to suck his cock was almost irresistible. After weeks of scheming and maneuvering by me to smear, smudge and blur (if not erase) the line that separated acceptable from unacceptable conduct between 21-year-old male, & presumptively straight, college roommates, it looked to my eyes (staring at John’s  exposed hard-on) as if I had reached the threshold of success. But there was a catch…

My always-naked-indoors roommate was sitting in our big picture window looking out at the people passing on the street. I had just clarified - for the 4th time - the details of the open-minded ‘bros with benefits’ arrangement I had first pitched to him a couple of weeks earlier, and twice more since. This had been my ‘great idea’ for getting into his pants and his cock into my mouth while I continued to pose as a straight guy who preferred to fuck women but who, in a pinch, would “let” his best bud suck him off. 

In truth I had been tiring of girls - again - and tiring particularly of the one girl I had been banging on a ‘whenever-you-want-to-fuck’ (her words) basis since before the end of the last semester. I was still trying to find what I thought of as ‘the right balance of chicks and dicks’ to suit my taste. Generally, I had found women to be much more high maintenance and usually less sexually satisfying. While I was thinking in those days in terms of “balancing” my cock-craving with some vagina on the side, you might have recognized me, had we met then, as one of those guys who was just not quite ready to jettison all the props of his pretend-heterosexual life. Of course, at the moment in question, I knew exactly what I wanted  - my roommate’s big hard cock, which was on full display across the room. What I wanted was to blow my roommate without entirely blowing my supposed cover, and I couldn’t figure anyway to accomplish both goals by going down on my roomie in the plain view of the world through our window.

The ‘benefits’ conversation had not gone well at all, and I had been so embarrassed to repeat the nuts and bolts of my plan that I had been talking over my shoulder while I pretended to straighten up the kitchen. John wasn’t looking at me anyway, as he was totally absorbed in the passing street scene, waiting for the right moment to pounce on and howl away at some poor passing fucker. In the meantime he treated those passersby who happened to look his way with a superb view of his stony glare and big fat cock. He was convinced that he was accomplishing something vital through his increasingly longer nude sojourns in our street level window, though I had no idea what vital thing that might be.

I had sheepishly turned to face John’s window seat, fully intent on surrendering my hare-brained scheme and admitting the utter stupidity of having proposed, solely as a matter of convenience, that we two (ostensibly) straight friends give each other mutual aid by way of the occasional exchange of  handjobs or blowjobs. I was already thinking I might have to text Bambi the Bimbo for another “favor.”

So when I turned to face the music I had been surprised to see that John’s big cock was now erect. He was still sitting in the window, with his boner almost touching the glass. I had been even more surprised when he said to me, “C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now,” he said.

My instant thought was that our (me) casually talking about casually jacking and blowing each other had aroused him. But I almost as quickly reevaluated that notion. He never turned to face me and, apart from his hard cock, there was nothing about his demeanor that suggested an amorous interest in what we had been discussing. Instead, his attention was fully focused on a crowd gathering outside the window, the attention of which was fully focused on our window and the guy with a very nice hard-on sitting in it.

"C’mon, man, I’ve finally gotten their attention," John said to me in an urgent whisper, barely moving his lips. "Now take off your clothes and start sucking my dick before they lose interest and move on!" he hissed. Then he gave the growing crowd his loudest and most barbaric yawp, the primitive growl ripping from his chest and reverberating off the glass.  

There was no fucking way I was going to blow him - or even be seen with him - in that window, with or without a gathering crowd. Was there?

4/

The temptation to accept my straight roommate’s invitation - or had it been a command? - to suck his cock was almost irresistible. After weeks of scheming and maneuvering by me to smear, smudge and blur (if not erase) the line that separated acceptable from unacceptable conduct between 21-year-old male, & presumptively straight, college roommates, it looked to my eyes (staring at John’s exposed hard-on) as if I had reached the threshold of success. But there was a catch…

My always-naked-indoors roommate was sitting in our big picture window looking out at the people passing on the street. I had just clarified - for the 4th time - the details of the open-minded ‘bros with benefits’ arrangement I had first pitched to him a couple of weeks earlier, and twice more since. This had been my ‘great idea’ for getting into his pants and his cock into my mouth while I continued to pose as a straight guy who preferred to fuck women but who, in a pinch, would “let” his best bud suck him off.

In truth I had been tiring of girls - again - and tiring particularly of the one girl I had been banging on a ‘whenever-you-want-to-fuck’ (her words) basis since before the end of the last semester. I was still trying to find what I thought of as ‘the right balance of chicks and dicks’ to suit my taste. Generally, I had found women to be much more high maintenance and usually less sexually satisfying. While I was thinking in those days in terms of “balancing” my cock-craving with some vagina on the side, you might have recognized me, had we met then, as one of those guys who was just not quite ready to jettison all the props of his pretend-heterosexual life. Of course, at the moment in question, I knew exactly what I wanted - my roommate’s big hard cock, which was on full display across the room. What I wanted was to blow my roommate without entirely blowing my supposed cover, and I couldn’t figure anyway to accomplish both goals by going down on my roomie in the plain view of the world through our window.

The ‘benefits’ conversation had not gone well at all, and I had been so embarrassed to repeat the nuts and bolts of my plan that I had been talking over my shoulder while I pretended to straighten up the kitchen. John wasn’t looking at me anyway, as he was totally absorbed in the passing street scene, waiting for the right moment to pounce on and howl away at some poor passing fucker. In the meantime he treated those passersby who happened to look his way with a superb view of his stony glare and big fat cock. He was convinced that he was accomplishing something vital through his increasingly longer nude sojourns in our street level window, though I had no idea what vital thing that might be.

I had sheepishly turned to face John’s window seat, fully intent on surrendering my hare-brained scheme and admitting the utter stupidity of having proposed, solely as a matter of convenience, that we two (ostensibly) straight friends give each other mutual aid by way of the occasional exchange of handjobs or blowjobs. I was already thinking I might have to text Bambi the Bimbo for another “favor.”

So when I turned to face the music I had been surprised to see that John’s big cock was now erect. He was still sitting in the window, with his boner almost touching the glass. I had been even more surprised when he said to me, “C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now,” he said.

My instant thought was that our (me) casually talking about casually jacking and blowing each other had aroused him. But I almost as quickly reevaluated that notion. He never turned to face me and, apart from his hard cock, there was nothing about his demeanor that suggested an amorous interest in what we had been discussing. Instead, his attention was fully focused on a crowd gathering outside the window, the attention of which was fully focused on our window and the guy with a very nice hard-on sitting in it.

"C’mon, man, I’ve finally gotten their attention," John said to me in an urgent whisper, barely moving his lips. "Now take off your clothes and start sucking my dick before they lose interest and move on!" he hissed. Then he gave the growing crowd his loudest and most barbaric yawp, the primitive growl ripping from his chest and reverberating off the glass.

There was no fucking way I was going to blow him - or even be seen with him - in that window, with or without a gathering crowd. Was there?

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