The Sublime Cock
12/

According to my therapist, one of my big problems is that I have been lying for and about my brother Jack for most of my life. Dr. Cunt believed that was due to Jack’s manipulation of me but she couldn’t be sure because I was so evasive and noncompliant. She found me especially lacking in credibility on the subjects of Jack’s sexual orientation, preference and experiences, and she believed I was somehow “covering up” for him. But Dr. Cunt never said what she thought I was “covering up.” Mostly, I just didn’t believe Jack’s sex life was any of her business, so I told her whatever popped into my head at the time, often being deliberately and wildly contradictory of prior comments. When she would confront me with my inconsistencies, I usually told her that Jack’s sex life was none of her business, and she would assure me that what she was interested in was the “intersection” of our sex lives. Though I certainly scattered plenty of hints and innuendo to the contrary, my basic story remained:  “There is no ‘intersection.’ Jack is hung, and I am hung up on him, but I have never been able to get  him to intersect me.” Despite that mantra, I think she gradually came to believe that Jack was some kind of homosexual predator who was somehow manipulating me into keeping his dark secrets secret.

Dr. C was wrong about that, but she was right about most of the rest though:  I lied my ass off to her about Jack, just as I had been lying for and about him basically since I had started talking. As for the manipulation, well, that was a two-way street, and it was hard to say which of us was more manipulative of the other. Neither of us was ever concerned about being manipulated by the other, though  - we almost always recognized very quickly that some new game was on and when it was either of our turns to be the mark we’d both play along to see what developed. To our way of thinking, it was just a whole lot more interesting to maneuver the other into doing what we wanted than to straight-up ask for it. And it didn’t matter to either of us when the other was pulling our strings because there was almost nothing we would not do for each other anyway. When she finally pieced enough of this together (never all of it), Dr. C was aghast at what she described as “your brother’s borderline sociopathic behavior.” Like I said, that street ran both ways. When I told Jack that my therapist had diagnosed HIM, whom she had never met, as a “borderline sociopath,” he thought it was a tremendous hoot. I arched one eyebrow and asked drily, “Borderline?” All in all, Jack thought  the whole course of my therapy, which I described to him almost in realtime as it unfolded, to be one of my finest scams. 

••••••

There were so many distractions (mostly one 8-inch distraction) in my and John’s apartment that the morning after John had faux-fucked the crease of my ass, and I sent my SOS text to Jack asking him to blaze the trail I had promised to John, I basically moved into the stacks in the library to cram for my exams. My goal was to salvage enough of the semester to keep from torpedoing my plan of going to law school and, almost as important, to avoid having to have “the talk” about my grades with my father. 

I was memorizing key Supreme Court holdings for my Con Law exam late that morning when my phone vibrated. It was a text from Jack.

Jack:  Ur SOS blows. Can’t figure out what ur really after. Whats the gm??

Me:  No game. We have appt - ur cock up my ass. Thx bro.

I got exactly where he was coming from, something I had failed to consider when I sent my late-night text. We rarely asked each other straight-up for what we really wanted. Our usual M.O. was misdirection and scheming. While I still can’t think of a plausible way I might have “manipulated” my twin into fucking me in the ass over Christmas break, Jack had a point. I knew then that he had almost instantly agreed to sodomize me per my text request because he had been so sure that I was up to something else. ‘Fuck,’ I groaned as I tried to concentrate on Marbury v. Madison, whoever the fuck they were.

My phone buzzed again.

Jack: BS, out with it. I give up. what do u really want. 

Me:  For u to keep your promise to fuck me w/ ur little dick b4 John tears my ass apart w/ his monster cock.

Jack: tell Tex no f*ng way

Me:  too late. i promised him & I keep my promises. Like u used to.

Jack: no fair, chick I pickd up was sucking the chrome off my knob while we were txtng. wasn’t thinking str8.

I knew that shit happened all the time with Jack but it still burned to hear about his dick in someone else’s mouth, especially since I was going to have to beg him to do me a solid and fuck me. My chief Jack fantasy was me swallowing his cock. Getting drilled by Jack had never been one of my dreams because I had never dreamed about anyone fucking me in the ass. At my essential core I’m a cocksucker, not a butt pirate, but since I was about to become a fuck socket I wanted Jack to go first. And since I knew for a fact that my ‘straight’ brother had buttfucked at least two guys on our football team, I rationalized that I wasn’t asking that much from him. I also was suspicious that he had  boned our cousin Scott a couple years ago, but he had never admitted it. But Jack’s failure to unequivocally deny having fucked Scott pretty much confirmed for me that he  had in fact porked him. That kind of galled me, too, not that I had wanted Jack to pork me (then), but I had once asked Scott to let me fuck him and he turned me down cold. I ignored Jack’s last text.

Buzzzz.

Jack: c’mon dude, don’t get all butthurt on me…

Jack: poor choice of words, u no what I mean

Jack: Joe? 

Jack: talk to me bro

Me: what?

Jack: dont b cross. u were serious last nite?

Me: fuckin A & thought u were too

Jack:  bad idea, Joe. if u like that dude ur playing house with, let him b the one. if he’s a good guy

Me: he’s a good guy & he’s gonna b the one, but ur gonna b the 1st one

Me: GD u even fucked Scott & u hate him

Jack: thats why I fucked him

Jack: & he did not enjoy it

Me: LMAO…in library

Jack: btw - if ur serious & im not yet convinced - wtf is the 180 about? u were always gonna grow up to be a top, never ever heard u say shit but nobody was ever f*ng u??

Me: had a revelation

Jack: wanna make sure I didnt miss the news - uve still never topped a dude, right?

Me:  right

Jack: but until, what, 2 days ago u insisted u were never taking it up the ass, right?

Me: 3 days but I wont quibble

Jack: then I’ve just had a revelation - 2 tops playing house and top 1 w/the biggest dick sez he’s kicking top 2 to the curb if he duznt roll over & play bitch

Jack: Joe?

Jack: fuck Joe I’m sorry, stupid joke

Jack: I’m fucking sorry.

Jack: Will u answer me if I say maybe…

Me: fuck u, it wasn’t like that all, but too fucking complicated for text

Jack: I know u better than that…like I always said u’d want a cock up the chute one day.  I mean that in best possible way

Me: I thought you were just trying to fuck me

Jack: LOL maybe I would ve but wasnt trying to

Me: u said u’d say maybe if I answered

Jack: maybe

Me: maybe what?

Jack: maybe I think you’re hot as hell & we’re lucky as fuck that we don’t fit together like that 

Me: but?

Jack: no buts i love you but we don’t fit & u know it - ur all about sucking and u know that’s not happening & until last nite as far as i knew we were both tops so that wasn’t happening 

Jack: plus I actually like pussy & dont just endure it like you & I’m oh so close to being done w/ boys, u know that too

Me:  i know u say that - otw all true but now I’m telling u theres one way we can fit & I’m asking u to fit ur cock in my ass once…or twice

Jack: Jesus, now u want me to bang u twice??

Me: figured 3x was out of the question

Jack: u got that right

Me: look I gotta go 
figure out who was fucking who Marbury or Madison & why

Jack: all greek to me

Me: Con Law. At least think about using ur big beautiful cock to gently initiate my sweet peach of an ass? 

Me:  well?

Jack: well since you put it like that…maybe

Me:  maybe what?

Jack: the answers probably going to be fuck no ur batshit crazy…but I’ll think about it

Me: you know I love you…

Jack:  …like a brother. I’m out.

Jack:  delete this whole conversation

Me: Duh

•••••••

Buzzzz. I looked at my phone. It was a text from John. I’d been studying about 20 minutes since Jack & I signed off.

John: How ya hangin, stud?

Me: con law makes me horny

John:  meet for lunch?

Me:  Nah brought a sandwich & I’ve got a ton to do

Me: on 2d thought its like a fucking tomb where I am. U ever been molested in the stacks?

John:  Not yet I haven’t but that’s about to change 

Me: 6th West, rear left, quad side

John: On my way.

12/

According to my therapist, one of my big problems is that I have been lying for and about my brother Jack for most of my life. Dr. Cunt believed that was due to Jack’s manipulation of me but she couldn’t be sure because I was so evasive and noncompliant. She found me especially lacking in credibility on the subjects of Jack’s sexual orientation, preference and experiences, and she believed I was somehow “covering up” for him. But Dr. Cunt never said what she thought I was “covering up.” Mostly, I just didn’t believe Jack’s sex life was any of her business, so I told her whatever popped into my head at the time, often being deliberately and wildly contradictory of prior comments. When she would confront me with my inconsistencies, I usually told her that Jack’s sex life was none of her business, and she would assure me that what she was interested in was the “intersection” of our sex lives. Though I certainly scattered plenty of hints and innuendo to the contrary, my basic story remained: “There is no ‘intersection.’ Jack is hung, and I am hung up on him, but I have never been able to get him to intersect me.” Despite that mantra, I think she gradually came to believe that Jack was some kind of homosexual predator who was somehow manipulating me into keeping his dark secrets secret.

Dr. C was wrong about that, but she was right about most of the rest though: I lied my ass off to her about Jack, just as I had been lying for and about him basically since I had started talking. As for the manipulation, well, that was a two-way street, and it was hard to say which of us was more manipulative of the other. Neither of us was ever concerned about being manipulated by the other, though - we almost always recognized very quickly that some new game was on and when it was either of our turns to be the mark we’d both play along to see what developed. To our way of thinking, it was just a whole lot more interesting to maneuver the other into doing what we wanted than to straight-up ask for it. And it didn’t matter to either of us when the other was pulling our strings because there was almost nothing we would not do for each other anyway. When she finally pieced enough of this together (never all of it), Dr. C was aghast at what she described as “your brother’s borderline sociopathic behavior.” Like I said, that street ran both ways. When I told Jack that my therapist had diagnosed HIM, whom she had never met, as a “borderline sociopath,” he thought it was a tremendous hoot. I arched one eyebrow and asked drily, “Borderline?” All in all, Jack thought the whole course of my therapy, which I described to him almost in realtime as it unfolded, to be one of my finest scams.

••••••

There were so many distractions (mostly one 8-inch distraction) in my and John’s apartment that the morning after John had faux-fucked the crease of my ass, and I sent my SOS text to Jack asking him to blaze the trail I had promised to John, I basically moved into the stacks in the library to cram for my exams. My goal was to salvage enough of the semester to keep from torpedoing my plan of going to law school and, almost as important, to avoid having to have “the talk” about my grades with my father.

I was memorizing key Supreme Court holdings for my Con Law exam late that morning when my phone vibrated. It was a text from Jack.

Jack: Ur SOS blows. Can’t figure out what ur really after. Whats the gm??

Me: No game. We have appt - ur cock up my ass. Thx bro.

I got exactly where he was coming from, something I had failed to consider when I sent my late-night text. We rarely asked each other straight-up for what we really wanted. Our usual M.O. was misdirection and scheming. While I still can’t think of a plausible way I might have “manipulated” my twin into fucking me in the ass over Christmas break, Jack had a point. I knew then that he had almost instantly agreed to sodomize me per my text request because he had been so sure that I was up to something else. ‘Fuck,’ I groaned as I tried to concentrate on Marbury v. Madison, whoever the fuck they were.

My phone buzzed again.

Jack: BS, out with it. I give up. what do u really want.

Me: For u to keep your promise to fuck me w/ ur little dick b4 John tears my ass apart w/ his monster cock.

Jack: tell Tex no f*ng way

Me: too late. i promised him & I keep my promises. Like u used to.

Jack: no fair, chick I pickd up was sucking the chrome off my knob while we were txtng. wasn’t thinking str8.

I knew that shit happened all the time with Jack but it still burned to hear about his dick in someone else’s mouth, especially since I was going to have to beg him to do me a solid and fuck me. My chief Jack fantasy was me swallowing his cock. Getting drilled by Jack had never been one of my dreams because I had never dreamed about anyone fucking me in the ass. At my essential core I’m a cocksucker, not a butt pirate, but since I was about to become a fuck socket I wanted Jack to go first. And since I knew for a fact that my ‘straight’ brother had buttfucked at least two guys on our football team, I rationalized that I wasn’t asking that much from him. I also was suspicious that he had boned our cousin Scott a couple years ago, but he had never admitted it. But Jack’s failure to unequivocally deny having fucked Scott pretty much confirmed for me that he had in fact porked him. That kind of galled me, too, not that I had wanted Jack to pork me (then), but I had once asked Scott to let me fuck him and he turned me down cold. I ignored Jack’s last text.

Buzzzz.

Jack: c’mon dude, don’t get all butthurt on me…

Jack: poor choice of words, u no what I mean

Jack: Joe?

Jack: talk to me bro

Me: what?

Jack: dont b cross. u were serious last nite?

Me: fuckin A & thought u were too

Jack: bad idea, Joe. if u like that dude ur playing house with, let him b the one. if he’s a good guy

Me: he’s a good guy & he’s gonna b the one, but ur gonna b the 1st one

Me: GD u even fucked Scott & u hate him

Jack: thats why I fucked him

Jack: & he did not enjoy it

Me: LMAO…in library

Jack: btw - if ur serious & im not yet convinced - wtf is the 180 about? u were always gonna grow up to be a top, never ever heard u say shit but nobody was ever f*ng u??

Me: had a revelation

Jack: wanna make sure I didnt miss the news - uve still never topped a dude, right?

Me: right

Jack: but until, what, 2 days ago u insisted u were never taking it up the ass, right?

Me: 3 days but I wont quibble

Jack: then I’ve just had a revelation - 2 tops playing house and top 1 w/the biggest dick sez he’s kicking top 2 to the curb if he duznt roll over & play bitch

Jack: Joe?

Jack: fuck Joe I’m sorry, stupid joke

Jack: I’m fucking sorry.

Jack: Will u answer me if I say maybe…

Me: fuck u, it wasn’t like that all, but too fucking complicated for text

Jack: I know u better than that…like I always said u’d want a cock up the chute one day. I mean that in best possible way

Me: I thought you were just trying to fuck me

Jack: LOL maybe I would ve but wasnt trying to

Me: u said u’d say maybe if I answered

Jack: maybe

Me: maybe what?

Jack: maybe I think you’re hot as hell & we’re lucky as fuck that we don’t fit together like that

Me: but?

Jack: no buts i love you but we don’t fit & u know it - ur all about sucking and u know that’s not happening & until last nite as far as i knew we were both tops so that wasn’t happening

Jack: plus I actually like pussy & dont just endure it like you & I’m oh so close to being done w/ boys, u know that too

Me: i know u say that - otw all true but now I’m telling u theres one way we can fit & I’m asking u to fit ur cock in my ass once…or twice

Jack: Jesus, now u want me to bang u twice??

Me: figured 3x was out of the question

Jack: u got that right

Me: look I gotta go
figure out who was fucking who Marbury or Madison & why

Jack: all greek to me

Me: Con Law. At least think about using ur big beautiful cock to gently initiate my sweet peach of an ass?

Me: well?

Jack: well since you put it like that…maybe

Me: maybe what?

Jack: the answers probably going to be fuck no ur batshit crazy…but I’ll think about it

Me: you know I love you…

Jack: …like a brother. I’m out.

Jack: delete this whole conversation

Me: Duh

•••••••

Buzzzz. I looked at my phone. It was a text from John. I’d been studying about 20 minutes since Jack & I signed off.

John: How ya hangin, stud?

Me: con law makes me horny

John: meet for lunch?

Me: Nah brought a sandwich & I’ve got a ton to do

Me: on 2d thought its like a fucking tomb where I am. U ever been molested in the stacks?

John: Not yet I haven’t but that’s about to change

Me: 6th West, rear left, quad side

John: On my way.

Looking for Mr.Goodcock/347.

Looking for Mr.Goodcock/347.

They fuck/4.

They fuck/4.

Unzipping the fat lizard/4.

Unzipping the fat lizard/4.

sublimecock:

3/
“So…have you thought anymore about the ‘bros with benefits’ idea I tossed out the other day,” I cautiously asked my roommate. John was perched in his favorite world-watching spot in our street-level apartment, a large corner picture window that afforded views in two directions. He was naked, of course, as he always was, with his fat cock dangling between his legs. Of late, he was doing much more silent watching (and showing off,  I thought) than yawping at the startled passersby who happened to glance up into the window and find themselves face-to-face with a very fine fat cock.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly, never averting his gaze from the street. "Tell me again about the benefits," he said. That’s the hard part,  I thought, taking a deep breath. This had been a really stupid idea, I knew, but once committed I plunged ahead. "Well, we’re both between girlfriends," I began, taking some liberties with the facts. As far as I knew John had never had a girlfriend, and I had had both girlfriends and boyfriends, ditching the last girlfriend I had had just a couple of weeks before, precisely so that I could plausibly make the stupid play I was then making. "And, you know…I kind of miss the…ah…attention…and, um, I’m sure you miss having someone to…uh…" "The benefits?" John insisted. 

Fuck it, I thought, just spit it out and get it over with, then never mention this shit again. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at John - but that didn’t matter because he was still staring out at the street,  waiting for that certain thing, whatever it was that was worthy of his barbaric yawp.  “Consider it a mutual assistance program…,” and then I just blurted out, “occasional mutual handjobs, maybe blowjobs, too. No strings, no commitment - we’re done whenever one of us hooks up with a chick again.” Whew. 

"So you’re saying you want me to jack you off?" "Well, you know, just a lend a helping hand…," then quickly added, "and, you know, I’d help you out, too…," not knowing if that made my offer better or worse. "You’d jack me off you mean," John clarified. "Yes, true," I answered. "And you’d want me to suck your dick?" he persisted. "Optional only," I replied, as I busied myself at the kitchen counter, my back still turned to John. 

"And you would actually suck my cock…from time to time?" John restated my proposition. "Total reciprocity," I answered, turning to face the room again. "Look, it was a dumb i—" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw John, still staring straight out at the street, sporting a big fucking boner. I was dumbstruck.

"C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now," he said.

sublimecock:

3/
“So…have you thought anymore about the ‘bros with benefits’ idea I tossed out the other day,” I cautiously asked my roommate. John was perched in his favorite world-watching spot in our street-level apartment, a large corner picture window that afforded views in two directions. He was naked, of course, as he always was, with his fat cock dangling between his legs. Of late, he was doing much more silent watching (and showing off, I thought) than yawping at the startled passersby who happened to glance up into the window and find themselves face-to-face with a very fine fat cock.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly, never averting his gaze from the street. "Tell me again about the benefits," he said. That’s the hard part, I thought, taking a deep breath. This had been a really stupid idea, I knew, but once committed I plunged ahead. "Well, we’re both between girlfriends," I began, taking some liberties with the facts. As far as I knew John had never had a girlfriend, and I had had both girlfriends and boyfriends, ditching the last girlfriend I had had just a couple of weeks before, precisely so that I could plausibly make the stupid play I was then making. "And, you know…I kind of miss the…ah…attention…and, um, I’m sure you miss having someone to…uh…" "The benefits?" John insisted.

Fuck it, I thought, just spit it out and get it over with, then never mention this shit again. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at John - but that didn’t matter because he was still staring out at the street, waiting for that certain thing, whatever it was that was worthy of his barbaric yawp. “Consider it a mutual assistance program…,” and then I just blurted out, “occasional mutual handjobs, maybe blowjobs, too. No strings, no commitment - we’re done whenever one of us hooks up with a chick again.” Whew.

"So you’re saying you want me to jack you off?" "Well, you know, just a lend a helping hand…," then quickly added, "and, you know, I’d help you out, too…," not knowing if that made my offer better or worse. "You’d jack me off you mean," John clarified. "Yes, true," I answered. "And you’d want me to suck your dick?" he persisted. "Optional only," I replied, as I busied myself at the kitchen counter, my back still turned to John.

"And you would actually suck my cock…from time to time?" John restated my proposition. "Total reciprocity," I answered, turning to face the room again. "Look, it was a dumb i—" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw John, still staring straight out at the street, sporting a big fucking boner. I was dumbstruck.

"C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now," he said.

sublimecock:

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?

sublimecock:

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?

Their Eyes Were Watching Cock/1204.

Their Eyes Were Watching Cock/1204.

Their Eyes Were Watching Cock/1200.

Their Eyes Were Watching Cock/1200.

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?

3/
“So…have you thought anymore about the ‘bros with benefits’ idea I tossed out the other day,” I cautiously asked my roommate. John was perched in his favorite world-watching spot in our street-level apartment, a large corner picture window that afforded views in two directions. He was naked, of course, as he always was, with his fat cock dangling between his legs. Of late, he was doing much more silent watching (and showing off,  I thought) than yawping at the startled passersby who happened to glance up into the window and find themselves face-to-face with a very fine fat cock.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly, never averting his gaze from the street. "Tell me again about the benefits," he said. That’s the hard part,  I thought, taking a deep breath. This had been a really stupid idea, I knew, but once committed I plunged ahead. "Well, we’re both between girlfriends," I began, taking some liberties with the facts. As far as I knew John had never had a girlfriend, and I had had both girlfriends and boyfriends, ditching the last girlfriend I had had just a couple of weeks before, precisely so that I could plausibly make the stupid play I was then making. "And, you know…I kind of miss the…ah…attention…and, um, I’m sure you miss having someone to…uh…" "The benefits?" John insisted. 

Fuck it, I thought, just spit it out and get it over with, then never mention this shit again. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at John - but that didn’t matter because he was still staring out at the street,  waiting for that certain thing, whatever it was that was worthy of his barbaric yawp.  “Consider it a mutual assistance program…,” and then I just blurted out, “occasional mutual handjobs, maybe blowjobs, too. No strings, no commitment - we’re done whenever one of us hooks up with a chick again.” Whew. 

"So you’re saying you want me to jack you off?" "Well, you know, just a lend a helping hand…," then quickly added, "and, you know, I’d help you out, too…," not knowing if that made my offer better or worse. "You’d jack me off you mean," John clarified. "Yes, true," I answered. "And you’d want me to suck your dick?" he persisted. "Optional only," I replied, as I busied myself at the kitchen counter, my back still turned to John. 

"And you would actually suck my cock…from time to time?" John restated my proposition. "Total reciprocity," I answered, turning to face the room again. "Look, it was a dumb i—" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw John, still staring straight out at the street, sporting a big fucking boner. I was dumbstruck.

"C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now," he said.

3/
“So…have you thought anymore about the ‘bros with benefits’ idea I tossed out the other day,” I cautiously asked my roommate. John was perched in his favorite world-watching spot in our street-level apartment, a large corner picture window that afforded views in two directions. He was naked, of course, as he always was, with his fat cock dangling between his legs. Of late, he was doing much more silent watching (and showing off, I thought) than yawping at the startled passersby who happened to glance up into the window and find themselves face-to-face with a very fine fat cock.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly, never averting his gaze from the street. "Tell me again about the benefits," he said. That’s the hard part, I thought, taking a deep breath. This had been a really stupid idea, I knew, but once committed I plunged ahead. "Well, we’re both between girlfriends," I began, taking some liberties with the facts. As far as I knew John had never had a girlfriend, and I had had both girlfriends and boyfriends, ditching the last girlfriend I had had just a couple of weeks before, precisely so that I could plausibly make the stupid play I was then making. "And, you know…I kind of miss the…ah…attention…and, um, I’m sure you miss having someone to…uh…" "The benefits?" John insisted.

Fuck it, I thought, just spit it out and get it over with, then never mention this shit again. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at John - but that didn’t matter because he was still staring out at the street, waiting for that certain thing, whatever it was that was worthy of his barbaric yawp. “Consider it a mutual assistance program…,” and then I just blurted out, “occasional mutual handjobs, maybe blowjobs, too. No strings, no commitment - we’re done whenever one of us hooks up with a chick again.” Whew.

"So you’re saying you want me to jack you off?" "Well, you know, just a lend a helping hand…," then quickly added, "and, you know, I’d help you out, too…," not knowing if that made my offer better or worse. "You’d jack me off you mean," John clarified. "Yes, true," I answered. "And you’d want me to suck your dick?" he persisted. "Optional only," I replied, as I busied myself at the kitchen counter, my back still turned to John.

"And you would actually suck my cock…from time to time?" John restated my proposition. "Total reciprocity," I answered, turning to face the room again. "Look, it was a dumb i—" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw John, still staring straight out at the street, sporting a big fucking boner. I was dumbstruck.

"C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now," he said.

A taste for dick/1499.

A taste for dick/1499.

A taste for dick/1496.

A taste for dick/1496.

Cyclists I’d like to blow on the side of the road in front of their girlfriends.

Cyclists I’d like to blow on the side of the road in front of their girlfriends.

Cyclists I’d like to blow on the side of the road/78.

Cyclists I’d like to blow on the side of the road/78.