âStop⊠we shouldnât be doing this,â Kasukabe said weakly as he tried to pry my hands apart from his dick. He eventually gave up in despair and closed his eyes. Then, as if to say do you what you want, he opened his legs and sat up straight on the sofa.
He had given me permission. I kneeled down in front of him and dove between his legs.
I wanted to taste every part of him again, but I decided to just relieve his urges. If I pushed too far, it might strain our relationship. I didnât want him to grow distant again.
I wanted to make him feel good.
As I slid my hand inside his shorts and pulled out his cock, Kasukabe trembled with the stimulation, but didnât say anything. I ran my palm loosely against his length. His body twitched, like he wanted me to work him faster. I used my saliva as lubrication, dripping onto his glans and spreading it down the length of his shaft. It looked so erotic â too bad I was the only one who could see it.
However, it was also good that his eyes were closed. My left hand travelled down to my underwear, stroking my own cock. Iâd also been hard for a while, but it was easy to hide under my thick sweatpants and oversized T-shirt, which went down to my knees.
While I stroke him, I tasted his balls, lightly grazing them with my lips. I also played with the lump between each ball. When I looked up at Kasukabe, his eyes were glued shut and he was biting down on his lower lip. It might have been the alcohol, but his cheeks were pink. His face, which looked like he was trying to hold himself back, ignited the sadist in me.
Iâm probably the only person who has seen this face, I thought to myself as my left hand, still on my cock, sped up. My dick was slick with pre-cum, and judging by the sound, Kasukabeâs was too.
Kasukabe was getting close. He was breathing heavily. It was then that I took his dick in my mouth to catch his cum. Come for me, I tried to say with my cheeks filled with his dick. I paid no attention to the dripping saliva, and continued to suck harder to make him come.
Kasukabe grunted softly, before releasing his load in my mouth. While I was swallowing, I came in my own pants. Careful not to get caught, I took deep breaths to catch my breath.
I was safe. Kasukabeâs eyes were still closed.
Eventually, he opened his eyes slightly, still taking sharp breaths with his cock out. I had nothing to say, and it was beginning to feel uncomfortable in my pants, so I said good night to him and retreated to my room. Kasukabe didnât reply.
My second attempt had went smoother than the first. At the beginning, we did it about once a week, but now it was becoming a daily ritual for me to ârelieve his urgesâ. When he comes out of the shower and sits in the living room, he doesnât resist when I reach out for his cock. We do the deed silently. And then, we greet each other in the morning as friends, like nothing had happened the night before.
When we do it, his eyes are shut tight, but it isnât because of me. I know, because after we do it, Kasukabe doesnât take a shower to clean up; instead, he goes about his day with my saliva still on him. If he didnât like the thought of me, he would immediately clean any trace of our activities.
But why does he close his eyes?
Heâs probably in denial.
Heâs in denial about the way it feels so good when a man pleasures him, and the way he doesnât lock himself in his room with air conditioning, but instead comes to the living room to cool off because he knows his roommate will be waiting for him.
Kasukabe had been coming home smelling like perfume lately. Before he comes home, he goes out with girls even thought heâs said heâs âtired of sexâ. He was probably trying to convince himself that he wasnât gay.
But he still sits in the living room after a shower, even though he should have already been satisfied sexually. He likes a man giving him head because it feels so good, but he always feels guilty afterwards. Guilty â because Kasukabe, who insisted he was âtired of sexâ, was getting more pleasure than ever before.
But I didnât want him to deny the truth forever.
Kasukabe was sitting in the living room as usual. When I stood in front of him, he immediately closed his eyes, but I called out his name instead. He pretended not to hear me, so I said his name again.
âWhat?â
âKasukabe, letâs do it on my bed.â
âI like it here.â
âYouâll feel much better on the bed.â
âI-Iâm not gay.â
âYeah, I know.â
âIf we do it on the bed⊠I-I donât want you to penetrate me.â
He was simply afraid of penetration, but I would never top someone whoâs never been in a relationship with a girl before.
âDonât worry. I wonât do that. Should we get going?â
Kasukabe, who had been eagerly waiting for head, had no objections to that. I grabbed his hand and took him to my room. Once we arrived, he wasnât sure what to do, standing awkwardly beside the bed. I pushed Kasukabe onto the bed, straddling him and placing my hand on his chest.