Natty Soltesz
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Taste Test
🕑 Added 2023-12-21 13:45:00 +0000 UTCBrandon had been moping around the frat house for days before I finally got a chance to take him aside.
“I’m fine,” he said, shrugging his big shoulders and turning his hangdog face to the floor.
“Aw, c’mon big guy - obviously it’s something. Talk to me about it,” I said, putting my hand on his wide back as I followed him up the stairs.
“Well…okay. Let’s go to my room first,” he said. When we got there he shut the door. “Just cause it’s kind of embarrassing.”
“I’m not gonna tell anybody,” I said as I sat next to him on the bed, a little too close, I realized, when I felt my leg rub up against his big, muscular thigh. But Brandon and I, we’re chill, we’re good buds.
“Well, it’s about my girlfriend,” he said.
“Yeah?” I said. I’d guessed as much, but Brandon’s girlfriend is one of the hottest girls on campus, and they always seemed solid. “She didn’t break up with you, did she?”
“No everything’s great it’s just…” He ran his big hand through his tousled hair, bicep flexing.
I waited for him to continue. I’m used to it, being the guy everyone in the frat house comes to with their problems.
“Well, you know, I like getting head. Like, a lot,” Brandon said.
I smiled. “Who doesn’t?” I said.
“Well, yeah,” he said, smiling too. “But it’s not just that. You know, head is all I can basically get with girls. Because of my, like, size.”
“Oh. Gotcha,” I said. Everyone knows Brandon’s got a huge cock. It’s hands-down the biggest one in the frat. Which stands to reason - he’s over six feet of thick muscle. His big dick is a running joke. We’ve all seen it. Once I even saw it hard, which is a sight, believe me.
“Chrissy, she can’t really, like, handle getting fucked. Here and there we do it. But not, like, on a regular basis. And even then I can’t, like, really fuck, you know? I have to go slow and I can’t go too deep or she says it hurts.”
I nodded my head. I was trying to listen, but found my mind drifting to the image of Chrissy’s tight pussy and Brandon’s big rod inside of it, his muscle butt flexing as he tried to thrust it in her.
“So she’ll suck my cock. Except she won’t swallow, or even let me cum in her mouth. She says my cum tastes bad,” he said, and looked at me, embarrassed.
“Oh. That sucks, man,” I said, reaching over to rub his rounded shoulder.
“I haven’t cum in her for, like, over a month now. And I’ve tried everything to make it taste better.”
“Pineapple?” I said.
“Pineapple, celery, lemon…I even did these wheatgrass shots for a whole week, and man that was like drinking grass clippings. None of it made any difference, according to her.”
“She still won’t swallow it?” I said.
“She’s tried, I can’t fault her for that. But she still says it tastes bad. Like, she doesn’t even want to get my precum in her mouth anymore, which is impossible because I precum constantly,” he said. “Even right now, just from talking about blowjobs, I’m precumming,” he said, pawing at his cock under his sweatpants. I could see a wet spot starting where his cockhead rested against the fabric.
“That sucks, bro. Is it just her, though? As anyone else ever told you your cum tastes bad?” I said.
“Nobody. I don’t want to cheat on her. But I’m getting so horny that I’m close to doing it,” he said, continuing to grab at his cock which was getting fatter.
“Have you ever tried tasting it yourself?” I said.
“Well - don’t tell anybody - but yeah, I have. After she started saying it.”
“And?”
He shrugged. “I threw my legs up over my head and shot directly in my mouth,” he said. “It didn’t taste bad to me at all. But I’m probably biased, you know?”
My mind was reeling, and not just from the image of Brandon on his back with his legs and butt up in the air, huge cock blasting into his open mouth. A crazy idea had formed in my mind, and even though I knew I should file it away, Brandon noticed.
“What?” he said. “I’ll do anything at this point.”
“No, I…it’s too much,” I said.
“C’mon, bro, I’m desperate here,” he said, pinching the head of his now full-hard cock through his sweatpants.
I took a deep breath. “Well, okay, but you gotta promise you won’t tell any of the guys,” I said.
“Promise,” Brandon said, putting one hand up while his other tweaked his cock.
“Well, if you want, I can try tasting it. I mean, your precum or whatever. Just to see. Then at least you’d have an outside opinion.”
Brandon looked at me. For a moment I wondered if I’d gone too far. I was just about to take it back when he said, “Seriously?”
“It’s okay, man, I told you it was a crazy idea…”
“No, no,” Brandon said. “That’s, like, awesome! Really I’m just surprised you would do that for me.”
“Yeah, for you I would,” I said. “Just as an experiment or whatever.”
“Right on, man. Would you try it right now?” Brandon said, suddenly excited and standing up. His huge boner tented out his sweatpants. “I’m soaked with it,” he said, sticking his hand down the front of his pants. “You could just swipe some up on your finger and try.”
I stared at him as he stroked himself under his sweatpants. The truth is I’ve always been a bit fascinated by the piece Brandon hauls around between his legs. Not that I would have told him - or any of our bros - that.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, not feeling sure at all, but also like I couldn’t back out.
“Sweet, bro, this means the world to me,” he said, lowering his sweatpants over his overgrown pubes. First I saw the thick base of the thing, and time seemed to slow as he revealed it, inch by tree-trunk-thick inch until the whole rod popped out and pointed at my eyes.
“Whoa,” I said. There’s not denying that Brandon has an exceptional piece. He could honestly be a porn star, and any guy would clamor to see that thing stretch out a tight pussy.
Indeed, there was a drop of pearlescent precum emerging from the tip and more was smeared around the slick head. Brandon looked at it, then at me.
“You want me to swipe some off for you or…?” he said.
“Yeah,” I said. “I guess so.” Brandon ran his fingertip against his cock hole and collected a hearty drop of precum.
“There,” he said, holding his finger out to me. At first I tried swiping it off his finger. But that was stupid, so I just leaned forward to lick it off his finger directly. His creamy precum coated my tongue. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I let it rest on my tongue, trying to get a sense for the taste.
“Well?” Brandon said.
I swallowed.
“It’s kinda weird.” I said.
“Weird?” Brandon said, his eyes getting wide.
I course-corrected. “Not weird,” I said. “It’s fine. Tastes like cum.”
“You’ve tasted cum before?”
“My own,” I said. “I mean, not a lot. More like when I was a teenager. You know, you do some horny shit then.”
“I know,” Brandon said. He was standing there with his cock throbbing, and another drop of precum was ready to drizzle off. “Here,” Brandon said, and collected more on his finger. He held his finger out to me again.
“Uh, okay,” I said, not wanting to upset him but also feeling a little odd about tasting so much of his precum. This time when I went to lick his finger he accidentally moved forward - or maybe I did - so that for a moment I took most of his finger in my mouth. “Sorry,” he said, and slid it out.
I tasted his precum. It was earthy, I guess. Not bad. I told him as much, and he sighed.
“Well, now what?” he said, looking frustrated. He took his rod in his palm and gave it a slow stroke, then another. “I mean I was lying a little when I said I’d only tried it once. I’ve eaten it a bunch now, and I really don’t know what she’s talking about.”
I watched him, feeling almost hypnotized as Brandon worked his rod in his palm.
“Maybe it’s her?” I said.
“Yeah. She’s so cool otherwise, though,” he said, looking down at me as he stroked himself. “I’d hate to break up with her just cause of this,” he said. He was pumping his hips into his fist a little, like he couldn’t stop himself. “I’m in a bad way, man,” he said, and paused as though he’d gotten himself close. Suddenly a stream of precum spurted out of his cockhead and flowed down his shaft like lava.
I didn’t think too hard about it. “Here,” I said, and leaned down. I heard Brandon gasp as I ran my tongue up from the base of his cock where the precum has flowed, gathering up the stream on my tongue as I licked up his shaft and finally wrapped my lips briefly around the head of his rod, nursing it a second to collect the last of it.
“Holy fuck,” Brandon said in this low voice. Now I had a healthy dose of his pre on my tongue. I let it rest there. Then I stuck out my tongue to show him.
“It tastes fine, man,” I said. “Good, even. See?” And I swallowed it down.
“Wow. Yeah,” Brandon said, taking his cock back in his hand and really pumping his hips into it now. “Fuck. You got me close to cumming, just from putting your tongue on it like that.”
“Oh,” I said, eyes fixated on his pulsing rod. “Cool.” Suddenly I was aware that I was hard, and not only hard but pawing at my cock under my sweatpants. Brandon glanced down and noticed it seemingly at the same time as me.
“I really need to cum,” he said. “You don’t mind?”
“Nah man I get it,” I said.
“Would you, like…” he said, faltering with his words and, at the same time, working the head of his humongous prick in his hand. “I mean, I guess I wonder if my actual load tastes different.”
“Yeah I was thinking the same thing,” I said. I had my hand down my pants now and was stroking my cock in my sweaty palm. “I mean, if you’re close to cumming, you could just aim for my mouth.”
“Would you man?” Brandon said. His breathing was getting really ragged now, and his big dick looked ready to pop. “You’ve already done so much, I wouldn’t want to ask you that…”
“Nah it’s okay,” I said, moving a little closer. “We’ve gone this far. Just aim for my mouth.”
I had some sense that I was as close to cumming as Brandon was.
“Okay, you sure? Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum man,” Brandon said, taking one step closer to me. “Hold your mouth open, here it comes, holy fuck holy fuck…”
I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. I didn’t know what to expect, and it was shocking when the first shot of Brandon’s cum slashed across my face, splattering it like an out-of-control water hose. I flinched. Some of it landed in my mouth.
“Oh fuck. Sorry! Fuck!” Brandon said, and this time I felt a huge jet of jizz land right on my tongue.
I guess I could have closed my mouth and tasted what I’d collected and that would have been enough. But more jizz just kept cumming, most of it going right in my mouth, and if I closed it now where would it all go?
So I held my mouth open, not believing how much was coming out. My mouth was filled with cum and my face covered and dripping.
That was when I lost it, too. My cock pulsed in my hand and I began to shoot in my sweatpants. “Holy shit, you’re cumming too. Yeah man, fuck yeah,” Brandon said as I blasted jizz, still holding my mouth open and feeling a few final drops of Brandon’s load hit my forehead. “You tasting it man?” Brandon said.
Not only was I tasting it, I was about to drown in it. But I took a moment to consider its flavor, to roll it around on my tongue. It tasted like healthy, delicious cum to me. Before I realized what I was doing, I’d swallowed it all down.
“Whoa,” Brandon said. I felt him land hard next to me on his bed. “You swallowed.”
“Yeah,” I said, turning toward Brandon with my eyes closed. “You got, like a towel or…”
“Oh fuck, sorry dude,” Brandon said, and got up. He tossed something on my legs. I brought it to my face and was immediately hit with the smell of Brandon. It was one of his dirty t-shirts, and his pit stink mainlined into my nose as I wiped my face clean.
“Well?” Brandon said. I looked over at him. He was still panting, his dripping cock lay softening over his big balls. “It must not have been too bad,” he said.
“Your girlfriend’s crazy, dude,” I said.
“I know,” Brandon said, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m gonna have to figure out what to do. But now I know, at least. That it’s her and not me.”
“Yeah,” I said, cleaning off the remnants of his load and tossing his t-shirt on the floor. “It went down smooth, bro. It’s good cum. Don’t let her tell you otherwise.”
“Oh man, Trent - you’re so cool for doing that,” Brandon said, and he put his arm around me then pulled me in for a big bro hug against his burly body.
“It’s nothing, man - just keep it between us, okay?”
“You know it, broseph,” Brandon said.
I stood up and yanked at my cum-soaked sweatpants. “You need to clean yourself off?” Brandon said.
“Nah I’ll do it back in my room,” I said. We exchanged some “later’s” and then I scurried down the hall, making it to my room before anyone could catch me. Once I shut the door, I ran my hands through my hair. Immediately I felt a large wad of cum in it that I’d missed.
Had it really been nothing? I wondered as I looked down at my cum-coated palm. I’d just swallowed Brandon’s load. That was pretty serious business.
But it was just to help him out, I told myself. I’d never done anything like it and I probably wouldn’t again. Right?
I brought my hand to my face and lapped up the rest of his load. Just cause I didn’t feel like dirtying a towel or anything, that was the only reason.
Comments
Louis
Dude they both need to taste each other’s. You have to write Part 2
Nick
Oh man…very nice!
