* WARNING: Sexual Content Ahead!

* Like all other scenes in my stories, sexual scenes serve a PURPOSE, whether to show character, advance the plot, show an aspect of/change in a relationship, etc. But if you're uncomfortable by boy-on-boy loving, beware.

* Reader discretion is advised.

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"Student/teacher?" Darian asked. "Incest? Interracial? Lesbian? Gay...?" he trailed off.

"What?" I jerked my head back. "Gay? Are you serious?"

His face broke into a grin. "I'm kidding." I was trying to act all hard, but I had to admit, the few times I watched gay porn, it was pretty hot. "Seriously though. What do you want?"

I thought about it for a while and when Rosalyn popped into my head, I knew my answer. "Latinas."

Darian's face dropped. "Oh..." He turned away from me to find what I requested.

"What? My kink not good enough for you?"

"Not that." All joking left his voice. "Just basic that's all."

"Ouch!" I feigned hurt as he loaded a random video, and he took a seat beside me. "That hurts," I whispered, my attention shifting to the TV.

I gulped as the video started. "Enjoy," was all Darian said, and we both became silent, eyes glued on the screen.

The video had a big-busted Latina, and she was gorgeous. Nice tits, a tight ass, a small waist, and everything. Not as gorgeous as my Latina, but she would do.

I bit my lip as the video got to the good stuff. It was overly dramatic of course and borderline comedic, but I couldn't look away. The more we watched and the louder the noises got, the more the stirring in my groin intensified. Apparently my dick was hypnotized, too.

I couldn't believe I was doing this, especially with Darian.

We just started reconnecting, and we were already watching porn together.

Who did this shit?

My breathing got heavier and the blood rushed to my cheeks and crotch. While I squirmed in my seat, Darian didn't seem faze. Sure he would gulp thickly a few times and his eyes stayed glued on the screen, but he wasn't hot and bothered like I was. Dude was barely sweating. I tilted my head in confusion. The couple times Clay and I watched porn together in middle school, we were both affected pretty equally.

Did I get turned on more easily than Darian did or was it something else?

I kept sneaking peeks his way. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought his attention was more focused on the guy than the hot Latina on the screen.

The girl had a smoking body! How could he not be more affected by that?

After a while, I gave up on trying to figure Darian out, and I returned my attention to the screen. The torture resumed. The video was almost over, and I was about to explode. Or better yet, my cock was going to explode. I wouldn't be surprised if I came in my pants without even touching myself. I was that turned on.

If I was alone, I would have rubbed one out by now, but Darian was right next to me. We hadn't spoken in a whole year, so it would have been more than weird if I finished myself off in front of him.

If it was Clay, that would have been a different story. Even that would have been a little strange since we hadn't talked in a while either, but it would have been much better than this.

By the time the video ended, Darian moved over to the laptop. "What's next?"

"Please don't," I replied in a breathy voice. I pressed my fist into my lap, but that didn't soothe the ache.

Darian glimpsed at me with an eyebrow raised. "What's up?" His gaze landed on the tent protruding from my pants, and his eyes bulged out. "Why didn't you just go ahead and rub one out? That's what this is for, you know. Here I thought you weren't into it." His eyes remained on my crotch, making me squirm more. "But it's obvious that you are."

Darian turned off the computer and stood up before returning to his seat beside me. I continued taking deep breaths in and releasing them out, trying to will the boner away.

I was not going to masturbate in front of Darian.

Nope. Not gonna happen.

I didn't want to masturbate at all. I wanted to get laid. I wanted someone else to give me that release.

"Okay, what's up with you?" Darian finally asked, all of his focus on me.

I wanted to get off! That was what.

"The idea of touching myself in front of you is weird." Darian frowned noticeably, but I didn't question him about it. "Plus..." I trailed off, not knowing how to word the next phrase. "I need someone else to get me off."

"Oh..." Darian's eyes enlarged before he contained his expression, taking in what I just said.

My eyes widened, too, in panic. I hope he didn't think I meant... Oh no.

"Not that I'm saying you should do anything. No! God, no." Darian smirked as he watched me sweat. "I just think I need to get laid. Plain and simple. My right hand isn't gonna cut it anymore. I want someone else touching me. What can I say? I'm a horny guy." I shrugged. It felt great letting it out without filter. It was just odd that this blunt honesty was directed at Darian.

What the hell was up with this night?

I stared at the TV, and we were back to the blank screen. Darian's intense gaze locked on me, and I slowly glanced back at him. His eyes darkened as he studied my face.

"You need help?" I gulped at the huskiness his voice.

"I-I mean..." I released a deep breath when the ache in my groin intensified. "Usually, I enjoy it better that way." I looked up briefly with my eyes closed to gather my thoughts. Once my eyes reopened, I said, "I think right now, I'm sexually frustrated to the point that it can only be fixed by being with someone else. Or the very least, having someone else touch me."

My face was on fire, and Darian watched me with an amused expression. As I stared into his eyes, they held a certain look that made more blood flow to my lower region.

I groaned and curled over in my lap. We should not have watched that video. I couldn't even go home to take a cold shower.

When I sat up straight, Darian rested his hand on my shoulder, moving my attention to him. Only then did I realize just how close he was to me. "Kenji," he said in a hoarse voice as he pulled my hair out of the way, exposing my ear. A small shiver ran through me as his breath touched my skin. "I can help you," he whispered, keeping the lack of distance between us. "You showed me your pain. Now, let me fix it."

My breath stuck in my throat.

He couldn't be serious, could he? I looked his way and searched his eyes for any sign that he was joking.

He wasn't.

Oh, God.

"Darian," I breathed out. "Do you mean...?"

"What do you want?" His hands moved down my chest, making me jump as it journeyed to my crotch. He brought his lips near my ear. "My hand?" His hand circled my lower stomach before moving down to gently grope my erection. I jerked violently, and Darian chuckled hoarsely. "Or do you want my mouth?" My eyes bulged out, and I certainly wasn't prepared when he pressed a soft kiss against my tattoo, making his lips linger on the area.

I shuddered. "Darian," I moaned, shocked at myself. I'd never made such a feminine sound before in my life.

He chuckled again, except deeper in his chest, and his body heat radiated to mine. He was so close. I turned to face him. "We're straight."

A hard expression crossed Darian's face, but he was quick to relax it. "No one has to know." This was such déjà vu because it reminded me of what Clay and I had in middle school. "It'll be our own little secret." His hand remained on my groin, and he began massaging the area. My eyes fluttered closed. "They did want us to bond, right?"

Yeah. Bond. By watching family movies or some shit. Not potentially sucking each other's dick.

My mind screamed this, but my hard-on was saying something else. I was fucked.

Darian's hands moved to my stomach, and he moved my hair back into place, covering my ear again. "Come on. You'll like it." My eyes opened. "It'll be a great way to distract you from Rosalyn. You said so yourself that you're sexually frustrated, and the only way to get rid of that feeling is having someone else help you." His eyes bored into mine. "Let me help. That's what friends are for, right?" I almost smiled.

Darian, this macho guy who caused trouble and tormented people, was offering to "help" me sexually. I never in a million years would I have guessed this. That was why Clay was the one I had my little "fling" with. I thought Darian would never do something like this, but here he was offering his services.

"I... I don't..." I sighed and rubbed my hands down my face.

Darian sighed in frustration as well. "Fine. Help yourself then."

He pulled away from me and sat in his original spot, and I instantly missed his warmth. "No!" I reached out to him. "Don't go..." I muttered softly, and a smile threatened to spread on the corner of Darian's lips. I hid my face. "I..." I couldn't believe this, but I wanted it.

I liked being with girls, but there was just something about a guy that was a little more...intense.

Another guy generally knew how to work a cock better than most girls, especially since they had one, too. I had fun with Clay back in middle school, so I wouldn't mind having that same relationship with another guy. Darian wasn't offering me anything lasting, and I knew it was only going to be for one night, so why not?

It wasn't like we were going to fall in love or anything.

Plus, what better guy to do this with than Darian?

"I want you to." Another wave of red spread on my cheeks and down my neck. "I want you to touch me."

Darian smirked and drew closer to me, and I smiled at his close proximity. "Okay. Now, answer my question. My hand or my mouth?"

That turned me on way more than it should have.

My eyes moved down to his red lips that were so close, making me bite my own. I had no idea where this sudden desire for Darian came from, but it was overwhelming. This was on another realm of thirsty.

When my eyes moved up to stare into his, the choice was obvious. "Your mouth," I answered.

His eyes broadened, and he smirked. "Oh. Going big, I see?"

"I like everything big," I replied before thinking, mentally kicking myself afterwards. Darian fought back a grin. "I...I meant...I..."

What the hell was wrong with me?

"Never mind," I gave up.

Darian chuckled and rubbed my shoulders briefly. "Relax, kid." I wanted to groan.

I nodded anyways, and my heart pounded faster in my chest when Darian moved in front of me. Before I knew it, he was kneeling before me, right between my legs. They were already spread out due to the way I sat, so he fitted perfectly.

This was happening. Darian was about to suck me off.

Now, I knew what Drake meant when he said "zero to a hundred real quick."

Even though I was freaking out on the inside while Darian unbuckled my belt, I chose to laugh instead. "Go big or go home, right?"

"That's what I like to hear." Darian nodded in agreement as he worked my zipper open and pulled my pants to my ankles. He stared at the tent inside of my boxers with his lips parted before moving his eyes up to mine.

"I want to see all that I'm working with." I rested my head back on the couch, and I stared up at the ceiling, still in disbelief. "No." Darian patted my leg, getting me to glance down at him. "I want you to watch me." My breath hitched. "I want you to see everything." He was killing me here.

Who knew Darian could be so sexy? He held eye contact with me as I lifted my hips for him to bring my boxers down to join my pants around my ankles.

I watched his every move. "Better," he approved with a smile before moving his eyes down to my erection.

It was fully erect, waiting for him as it leaked from the top. Hey, I was horny, and there was a reason I needed this in the first place. Darian stared at it with an awed-expression, and I almost laughed. As if he didn't have one himself. He reminded me of a virgin girl with that expression.

I didn't feel any anxiety when it came to the size and the appearance of my cock. It was a part of me and like every other part, I kept it looking and smelling nice and clean.

"Wow..." Darian finally said. He cleared his throat and shook his head slightly, seeming to collect himself. "This will be fun," he added as he grabbed a hold of it, making me adjust myself in the seat.

While one hand moved up and down my shaft at a luxurious pace, the other ran along my thigh—a gentle rub contrasting his firmer grip. I inhaled sharply and slumped back on the couch, allowing him to do as he pleased. His hands were slightly dry, but he seemed to read my mind. He removed his hand from me to lick both his palms three times and then returned to stoking me with both hands this time.

"Keep looking at me." I glanced down to see his eyes flickering between my crotch and my eyes, as if conflicted on which one to focus on. "Don't stop looking at me." I melted into the couch, and I held his gaze.

"This is the appetizer to your entrée," he said as he squeezed the tip.

I groaned. "The entrée better get here fast," I panted out as I watched his hands working me up and down with increasing intensity. His hands moved with such precision—as if sculpting my dick into something beautiful.

I sounded like a sap, but it felt so good, I couldn't even care.

Even though Darian wasn't gentle at all, he wasn't hurting me. I liked it. Rosalyn and Kimiko, the only girls I'd been sexual with, were too gentle with hand jobs. They acted as if I was a doll or something breakable. At least with Clay, he treated my dick like he did his own. Apparently, Darian did, too.

"Bon appetite!" Darian announced.

A chuckle caught in my throat when he engulfed me into his mouth. "Oh, fuck!" My hands moved to his head on instinct as he swallowed me almost whole before slowly pulling back, leaving a trail of wetness where his mouth once was. His tongue circled my head, flicking the underside, and I gasped loudly.

His bobs were slow, but he focused his tongue along my length while going down, caressing the skin and the veins along the way. I groaned and threw my head back to relax, not able to maintain eye contact anymore, and my hands rested on his head, not interfering with his work.

Darian's hands never stopped moving through it all, stroking me where his mouth couldn't. There was so much saliva from his mouth that his hands running along my length made a crude, smacking sound, adding another audio to my heavy breathing.

"You're so good at this..." I moaned as I brought my gaze back to watch him work. His head bobbed faster as his hands pumped furiously. Up and down. Faster. Slower. Faster again. Different pressures on different areas. I was in heaven while he took his time, making each lick and caress count.

Everything was so deliberate, as if I was a treat he couldn't get enough of.

Darian's skilled mouth was messing with my head so much that I was having these flowery thoughts.

When he realized I was watching him, he pulled me away from his mouth, and I was mesmerized by the spit glistening all over my shaft. So wet. And sloppy. I loved it. Darian's hands never stopped their strokes, up and down repeatedly with his wrist twisting at the tip on every upstroke.

"Are you one of those guys with sensitive balls?" Darian asked, his eyes staring right into mine.

I shook my head rapidly. "No," I rasped out. I wanted his mouth back on him. I needed his mouth back on me, and he gave me that, taking me whole again.

I grunted.

So warm.

His hands moved down to my balls, and he fondled them, lightly running his fingers along the tender skin. His touch was strong enough to send chills along my spine but gentle enough to make me not pull away. It was the perfect pressure, and I grinned like a fool. Rosalyn was always either too gentle or too rough. This was so worth it, even if I had to smell like sweat and semen after.

"I'm definitely not a sensitive-balls guy," I groaned in approval at a particularly firm rub to my scrotum. Darian wrapped his lips around my head again, sucking slowly and deeply. My eyes cast down to meet his staring up at me.

There was nothing hotter than Darian staring up at me with my dick in his mouth.

One of his hands continued moving along my length while his other ran along my inner thigh, prompting me to spread my legs wider. Even when I did, his hands remained on me, resting on the hot skin. Then his mouth lowered, his lips wrapping around my shaft as he swallowed me inch by inch.

"Jesus, Darian," I grunted as he took me in, gagging through the process but continuing anyway. His hands stopped their strokes and rested on the base of my cock instead, twisting side to side as he deep-throated me. His eyes watered and his gagging intensified with each new inch, but his eyes remained on mine the whole time. I stared right back, the trembling in my muscles intensifying.

I didn't know what was hotter. The sight of Darian or the act itself. His green eyes penetrated my brown ones as he gulped around my length, making me weak in his hands. I felt like I had tetanus or some shit from how tight my muscles where getting, constricting from the unnatural pleasure. But man, was this an awesome way to die.

When a single tear dropped from Darian's eyes and ran along his cheek, I brushed it away, allowing my hands to linger on his face.

He pulled back abruptly with a desperate gasp, panting heavily as both my hands moved to cradle his cheeks, our gaze fixated on each other.

His hands continued running along my length, harder but slower as his focus seemed more on me than the task at hand. I sent him a small smile as his lips parted.

"Bored of my dick already?" I joked, and Darian shook his sharply, snapping himself out of it. I laughed.

"Never," he replied, shifting the weight on his knees and grabbing a firmer hold of my thigh.

"Good," I could barely get out before he returned to work. I sighed, relishing in every bit of his touch. "Oh..." I sounded so girly as I became a groaning mess, but I couldn't give two shits. "That feels really good."

As his mouth continued to tease me, with his eyes flickering between me and my crotch again, I clasped onto his head, needing something to grab onto. His eyes completely focused on me now, so I ran my fingers through his hair—allowing my hands to wonder since my eyes couldn't. I couldn't look away from him as his tongue teased the slit at the top of my head.

"You're killing me, dude," I groaned, and he pulled his lips away, smirking at me.

"I know," he replied before encasing my dick with his mouth once more, gulping along the shaft repeated as he released me from his hold. Both his hands clasped onto my thighs now, allowing his mouth to do all the work.

That thought alone got me one step closer to falling off the edge.

"Shit!" I screamed as the shuddering started, and my toes curled up. My hands tightened around his hair, a harsh hold. Darian groaned, his grip tightening on my thighs as well, but he didn't relent. He only bobbed faster and sucked harder, almost as if wanting to suck the come out of me. My body stiffened with each passing second. "You're incredible, Darian!" I shouted without thinking, massaging his scalp. He moaned around me, sending a delicious vibration along my shaft.

The sound went straight down my cock and seeped into my balls, and I was done for.

My body locked up, and I thrusted my hips up—stilling. "Darian!" I shouted at the top of lungs, not giving a damn if Gavin and Aaron heard me, and I exploded into Darian's mouth.

His hands flew back onto my base and he aimed me into his mouth, sealing the head with his lips as I came down his throat. Each spurt was accompanied by a new jolt of ecstasy. I released a drawn-out grunt the whole time, and he didn't stop his ministrations. His tongue, lips, mouth, fingers, and palms and everything else milked every last drop out of me.

My eyes rolled back throughout the whole wave as the most intense pleasure coursed through my body. I didn't know how long it lasted or how long I came, but I'd never come that hard before.

When the high faded, I slumped down in the couch with my chest heaving, and Darian released me to run into the nearest bathroom. Rosalyn used to spit me out, too, so I didn't care. All that mattered were the sensations coursing through my body due to that mind-boggling orgasm. The blood was slowly draining out of my erection, but I was still twitching and trembling all over.

I was definitely sexually frustrated.

Darian returned to sit beside me, and he flexed his wrists and massaged his jaw.

I chuckled. "Sorry about that." His hands and mouth were sore.

Darian smiled. "Don't worry about it." He had tissues in his hands, and he knelt before me again. He wiped off the remaining drops of my release from my dick, trying to remove all traces of what had just happened.

The whole time, I watched him with his eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes locked on my softened shaft as he cleaned me. His concentration and devotion to the task made me smile.

When I was clean enough for his liking, he pulled my boxers and pants back up, prompting me to lift my hips in the process. When they were in place, Darian was the one who zipped me up and buckled my belt. He even smoothed my shirt down and removed my hair from my eyes.

I smiled again, touched by his actions.

Once he was done, he reclaimed his spot beside me. "Thanks," I said, and he smiled. "Not just for that, although it was amazing." I almost shivered at the memory of what happened, and Darian chuckled. "I want to thank you for this whole night, from the beer to our talk to everything. Thank you, Darian."

"You're welcome, and I'm glad I could 'help'." We both burst into laughter at his words.

I still couldn't believe it happened. Two weeks ago, Darian and I didn't talk and now he had just given me a blowjob.

Life was too unpredictable, but I wasn't complaining. I did wonder though.

How did he get so good at this?

Yeah, guys touched themselves, but Clay and I only got good at doing favors for each other because we practiced on each other.

Did Darian practice on someone else?

No. Of course, not. Darian was straight. He only wanted to help me out, like Clay and I helped each other.

Before I could ponder the thought too long, Darian stood to his feet and for the first time, I noticed the large bulge in his pants. My eyes expanded, and when he saw where my attention shifted, he rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrassment.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom," he said, and I nodded. I knew what he was going to do, and it made a smug smile spread on my lips as he made his way to the restroom.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I leaned back on the couch, giving in to the urge to smirk.

I turned Darian on.

Or what he did to me turned him on.

Either way, I had something to do with it. That Latina in the video couldn't, but I did. I didn't know why, but that gave me a sense of pride.

Even as my eyes drooped close, and I heard the faint sound of heavy breathing coming from the bathroom, I held a smile on my lips until sleep finally took over.

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