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“My penis hurts.”I paused. Did I hear correctly?“What?”“My penis hurts, Omar.”I looked towards Jason, perplexed.“I’m serious it does.”“I’m sure it does, but I am confused why you wanted to share this information with me now. It is fucking 4 A.M.; we should be looking for our Uber. We have a train to catch.”“I know, I know. I can multitask, O.K.? Just making small talk.”“And This is your idea of small talk?” I asked.Jason sighed, “I don’t know, it’s fucking 4 A.M., and all I can think about is my penis hurts.”I stared at him, befuddled. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know what happened.“O.K., spill.”Jason grinned. “The girl I was getting head from did not know what she was doing at all.”I knew I shouldn’t have asked. Straight men, I thought.“You were just now getting head? Right before running here? Random.”“Correction: awful head.”I chuckled, “She couldn’t have been doing it that wrong.”“Oh, she was,” Jason replied. “Like I’ve had head in the past, don’t get me wrong,”I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure.”“but this was the worst, by far. I mean the girl’s mouth was weirdly dry, which doesn’t make for the most, you know, pleasurable experience.”“Oh, of course,” I say, bemused.“And then, it was super toothy too! Also, she gagged so much! Not in the hot ‘Oh daddy! It’s so big!” way-“I laugh, “that’s hot!?”“Don’t kink-shame me it’s too early for that.”“Noted.”“Anyways, it wasn’t that it was the ‘I’m about to throw up, I don’t know what I’m doing.’ way.”The more he spoke, the more I regretted my decision. “That’s never good.”“And then she did!” Jason exclaimed.“Did what?”“Throw up!”I was practically crying now. “She didn’t while,” I paused, disgust starting to take over, “you know…”He stared directly into my eyes, the most solemn expression befalling him. “Oh, she did.”“Oh no,” I replied in shock.“Oh yes,” He sighed. “In short, my penis hurts.”I glanced at his crotch, concerned. “Does it also smell?”He glared at me. “I’m not an animal, Omar. I stopped at a washroom before coming here.”“Good,” I replied, relieved.A ding came from Jason’s phone. He checked it, frowning.“Shit!” He exclaimed.“Is it the penis-puker? Is she coming from seconds?”“Ha. Ha.” He laughed dryly. “Worse. Our Uber cancelled.”“Shit!” I exclaimed. “Now, how are we supposed to catch our train now?”“We won’t be able to compete in any other debate tournaments if we don’t make it there!”I glared at him. “I know. Otherwise, I would not be this mad at our Uber cancelling.”He rolled his eyes. suriyeli escort “Don’t get snarky with me. We’re both going to suffer. What do you want us to do now?“Uhhhh… I’m not sure.” We think for a minute. “I guess I could try on my phone? Maybe they’ll like me more.”“How?”“Brown privilege?” I said, unconvinced.Jason, however, looked very convinced. “I mean, most of the Uber drivers around here are brown. Perhaps it’ll work. I’ll try Lyft in the meantime.”We both continued our ride-share reconnaissance missions silently. I could not shake the story that Jason just told, though. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I got.“Y’know, that’s why gays are better,” I say, shattering the silence.Jason looked up, confused. “At what?”“Head.”He rolled his eyes. “Who’s derailing the mission now?”I continue, “It’s true, though! We have penises, so we know what’s good and bad, how to work it properly, what can take things to the,” I pause, raising my eyebrows suggestively, “next level. It’s a gift.”Jason raised his eyebrows doubtfully. “And how would you know this?”“What, are you saying I have no game?” I ask, miffed.“We can’t find a ride to catch a train to a debate tournament. We’re hardly the demographic with infinite rizz.”“You found a girl willing to suck your dick. That is more impressive than me finding someone to suck.”“Wow, now I don’t have game?” Jason retorted.“As you said, debate tournament,” I said matter-of-factly.“Fine, you win.”We both became engrossed with our phones once again, trying our hardest to find someone willing to drive two teenagers at 4 A.M. through a foot of snow to a train station half an hour away.“So… what were the reviews like?“I looked up. “I mean, I’ve never had any complaints. No teeth, no vomit, no baby complaining their penis hurts.”“Baby!?”“Endearingly.”“If you could only feel what I’m feeling right now-““Girl, I have a dick too. I know how they hurt.” I replied.Jason pouted. “This is different.”“Well, what do you want me to do? Kiss it and make it better?” I offered jokingly.Jason paused contemplatively.I looked at him, confused. “You’re not seriously considering this, are you?”“I mean,” he said, “it does hurt. Plus, I never finished earlier. I’m getting blue balls.”I laughed him off. “Oh please, it’s been like ten minutes. Your balls are barely a shade of periwinkle.”“My balls are still tight, and my dick still hurts.”“And I’m supposed to suriyeli escort bayan fix that?” I asked.“You are gay, aren’t you?”I replied, exasperated. “Don’t you know how reductive and harmful that stereotype is? We’re not all horny monsters running around looking for the next cock.”Jason narrowed his eyes, “Aren’t you?”I sighed, defeated. “Yes.”“Well then, I got a cock right here.” He gestured to his bulge, which seemed to have gotten bigger beneath his grey sweats. “It’s a pretty good one if I do say so myself.”I looked around, nervous. “We can’t do it here? We’re literally in the foyer of my residence building.”“Foyer? We’re not in a five-star hotel.”“Well, it still has security cameras, custodial workers, and random students roaming around. There’s just too much risk. I am not getting expelled because ‘your penis hurts.’”Jason chuckled. “It’s 4 A.M. No one will be here. The worst we’ll see is a drunk student stumbling back from a party or something. There’s no way they’ll remember us, let alone what we were doing.”“Cameras don’t drink all night at parties.”“The cameras here are so shit they couldn’t identify the shirt colour of a bike thief. They couldn’t even identify if they were human at all. We’ll be fine.”The more Jason tried to convince me, the hornier I became. He was attractive: taller than me, with curly brown hair and sapphire eyes set perfectly into his olive face.I caved, “Fine. But, we’re going behind the pillar, I am taking no chances.”“They won’t be able to see your face buried in between your legs, you’ll be fine.”“Fuck you.”“If you’re lucky,” he replied starkly.Behind the pillar, we went. Jason’s smile became ever goofier if such a thing was possible. He grabbed my shoulder and swung me around till we were face to face.“Ready?”I still couldn’t believe I said yes to this. “I guess.”“Don’t worry. We’ll be fine. I’m sure it’ll be quick.”I smirked. “Someone’s confident in their abilities.”“I’m already so close. That bitch left me hanging. On a normal day, you wouldn’t be breathing for hours.”I rolled my eyes, “I’m sure.”He punched my arm gently. “Shut up and put that mouth to better use.”I took a deep breath. It was my last chance to say no. I gazed into his ocean eyes, a goofy grin still plastered on his face. God, Jason was so cute.“Aye, aye, captain.” I cringed at hearing what I just said.“‘Aye, aye, captain’?” He repeated mockingly.“Do you want me to suck escort suriyeli your dick?”“Aye, aye, captain.” He saluted me.I sighed. Guess I’m doing this. Down I went, on my knees. The grey sweats left little to the imagination, the tent brushing my nose as I continued. The rosiness of the head was peaking through the stretched fabric.“Commando?” I inquired.“It’s easier for everyone.”“Valid.”I gingerly put two fingers under his waistband, my nails cutting through his pubic hair. You could barely see the pink of my nail polish through the gaps. I slowly brought his pants down further, letting him free. His dick swung pendulously, flying up and slapping him in the stomach. A drop of pre-cum landed gracefully in between my eyebrows. I recoiled back, allowing myself to take good luck at the glory of it all. The bush looked like a dainty little shrub compared to the manhood underneath it. Indeed, it was the organ of a man with balls like bull testicles, heavy and hung, stretching the white scrotum pink. They shone a shade of periwinkle through the thin sac—I guess I was right about that.Jason was uncircumcised. A bright red tip peaked through the top of his peach foreskin. It glistened, drowned in a mix of pre-cum and natural lubrication. If only I were uncut. I let my hand drift to my (comparatively much smaller) penis, rubbing the bulge through my pants to relieve some of the strain. The fabric of my underwear rubbed against my exposed cock head, the friction both a bit painful and pleasurable. I was thoroughly humbled, taking in the man’s meat before me. It was hypnotizing, bouncing with Jason’s pulse, making his testicles swing in time.“Hey, don’t just stare at it.” Jason chided, snapping me out of my trance.I glanced up. Jason stared down at me, a mix of annoyance and hysterics behind his eyes.“You were right. It is a pretty good cock.”“It’d be even more beautiful down your throat,” Jason replied impatiently.“Only because my head is around it,” I said smugly.Jason chuckled, “Narcissist.”“I am not!” I exclaimed, clutching my chest melodramatically. “I only speak the truth.”“We’ll see how true it is in a bit.”He grabbed the base, shaking his dick a little. It was so thick that he couldn’t even close his fingers around it. It sprinkled more of its juice on my face. Hallelujah, it rained men, or in this case, one man.“I know you want it,” Jason smirked. “Suck it.”“Fine.”But I don’t, not yet. I started by licking the base of the cock, swirling my tongue all around the foreskin, the tiny hairs tickling my tongue. I positioned it along the bottom of Jason’s dick and licked it, stopping right before the head. A drop of pre-cum fell onto my willing tongue. The liquid was viscous and mild, with a hint of salinity coating my tongue as it rolled further into my mouth. I wanted more.
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