"My Penis Hurts!"

"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. "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 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 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 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.

"Mmmmmm..." he breathed as I hovered my mouth around his head.

Deliberately I closed my lips around his tip, bringing my tongue underneath his foreskin. I encircled it, lapping up the mix of pre-cum and foreskin secretions. The salinity punched much more than the single drop I had before. I continued my journey, letting my throat grow accustomed to his size. Jason thrusted a bit, seemingly involuntarily, an equal and opposite force to my first, languid attempt. When he did, I felt his foreskin let up, retreating behind his ridge and allowing his tip to meet my tongue. I continued until I buried my nose in his pubic hair. I took a deep breath, enjoying the musk trapped beneath the wiry curls. It was matted, probably from his hasty washing and the sweat from his jog to the foyer. Still, it smelled amazing.

Jason gasped as I swallowed, constricting my throat. "Yes. Hold it right there."I felt him comb through my wavy hair, palming the back of my head. His fingers curved around the shape of my skull as he found his grip. Pressure began to build behind his hand as he stabilized my head, trying to push it further down. I coughed, saliva dripping into my lap. There was no further for me to go, but Jason seemed to disagree, trying to push me down more.

"Hold still." He said as he leaned forward from the pillar, gaining his footing.

He started to retract himself just as slowly as I had gone down on him. Inch by inch, he left my throat, the warm skin shining in the fluorescent lighting. A heat grew on my tongue as the friction increased. Finally, all but the tip was exposed. Goosebumps appeared along his foreskin as a draft blew over the dripping mess. I continued to work on his head as he held the rest of it outside, strengthening his stance and grip on me.

Jason caught my attention. Our eyes met, locked as he took a deep breath.

"Are you ready?" He asked me sincerely.

I could only respond with a muffled tone of agreement. Jason continued staring at me; he wanted something a bit more concrete. I took a deep breath through my nose, mentally preparing myself. Carefully, I responded with a thumbs up. Jason's relaxed concern transformed into his signature goofy grin. "Good." He said a bit menacingly.

Before I could react, he pushed all ten inches of himself back into my throat. The strength behind his hand grew to herculean levels sandwiching my skull witIt'sis pelvis. He pressed my nose against his pubic area, my nostrils forced open, breathing him and him alone. He moved his torso back, keeping the tip in, preventing me from taking a breath, and then pushed it right back in.

"God, yes! Fucking take it." Jason cried, echoing throughout the empty foyer.

I was slightly worried his voice would carry to the sleeping students, but we were too far in to continue. Jason was going to cum, right here, right now. Faster, he continued, thrusting with more force than a mack truck. His scrotum slammed into my chin, bruising it. His testicles feel like cannonballs. I moaned through the face-fucking, the vibrations bubbling out saliva.

"Yeah, you like that?" Jason responded to my whimpers. "Keep moaning around that big cock."

He stabbed the back of my throat, pushing his dick down my esophagus. I will need some tea to help with the internal bruising after the abuse, but I don't care. Pain is pleasure, and this was no different. A notable wet spot began to grow in my pants as Jason seemed to facefuck the pre-cum out of me. I put my hands in my pants, feeling the moisture, coaxing it around my shaft before rubbing it in sync with Jason's thrusts.

"Oh my god," he gasped, gaining speed. "Your mouth is amazing, Omar."

Hearing my name gave me chills. It felt like Jason was claiming me as his. Every motion I made was in time with him, reacting in an equal and opposite momentum. The speed of his thrusts began to approach supersonic. It seemed like he was trying to drill a hole through the back of my head, ripping through me like an old flashlight, small and brittle. I was a toy, and he was using me as such. We became a hot, sweaty mess, our skin glowing as the smell of sex coated the air.

His grip kept becoming tighter like he was trying to crush my skull in his bare hands. "Fuck, Omar. I'm getting close," he groaned.

The gradient of his scrotum began to morph into magenta, constricting a bit. A steady stream of pre-cum coated my throat, lubricating it. Anticipating the impact, I braced myself.

"FUCK!" Jason's moans modulated into screams, shattering the slumber of any students within a mile radius.

Streams of white-hot cum erupted down my throat. I could feel his balls bob with every pulse, forcing more semen into my mouth. I swallowed as hard as I could. It was impossible to keep it all in; it flooded all my senses. I could only smell the distinct scent of Jason's seed. I could only see the white from whatever overflowed. I could only taste the salty and sticky sensation as he forced it down my throat. My cheeks expanded at the sheer amount he unloaded into me. All the while, his cock remained as hard as ever; nothing could bring it down.

"Oh, wow." He exhaled, starting to calm down a bit. "You look so cute with a face full of cum. Look at your little chipmunk cheeks."

He pinched my cheeks in an infantilizing manner. I tried to glare daggers at him, but instead, tears began to well. All of this cum was pushing me to my limits. Finally, he removed himself, slowly releasing the pressure in my mouth, a stream of sperm following him like a dam bursting. I swallowed what I could, the rest pooling on the floor between us. A drop of white welled from his tip as his cock shone, slick and sticky. It remained hard and throbbing as Jason caught his breath.

I wiped my mouth."So..." I paused awkwardly, "I guess we're done now."

Jason chuckled. "Don't you see this?"

"I was trying to ignore it." I got up, being careful not to step into the cum puddle. "What do you suggest, then?"

I regretted asking that almost immediately, as Jason just grinned in reply. He reached his around me and grabbed my left asscheek.

I gave him a death stare. "No."

"Yes."

"There is no way I can take that."

He played with me a bit more. "Are you sure about that? I know you've been practicing."

"I don't own anything as big as you. I'm not even sure a toy that size exists!" I exclaim, exasperated.

He raised one of his eyebrows mockingly, his grin not subsiding. "Didn't you say gays are the best with dicks?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I said we were the best at head. Not," I gestured to his dick, "this. I don't want to do this."

I felt his fingers crawl down my pants. "Are you sure about that?" Jason replied smugly.

His middle finger found my hole and began to force itself in. It was cold, callused, and dry, yet found no resistance in entering me. I did practice quite a bit.

"Fuck," I moaned softly.

He pushed his finger deeper, pulling me closer to him. Our lips were hairs apart.

"Please?" He whispered.

I moaned as he got knuckle-deep. "Fine."

"I knew you would give."

"Shut up and fuck me already."

"Aye, aye, captain."

I rolled my eyes. Jason kissed me again as we shuffled towards the seating area in the corner. He pushed us down, with me falling on my back, my legs flying up; Thank God our school has cushioned benches. Jason ripped off my pants, setting my straining cock free. My hole ached with nothing inside it--I needed him. It seemed like he needed me to as he hurried to line himself up, his dick dripping with anticipation. I felt the heat from it first before I felt the swollen tip pressuring my opening. The slick head moistened my hole, preparing it for what would come next. Jason took a deep breath. "Ready?"

"I-" I paused.

I started second-guessing this: he was huge, and I wasn't sure if I could handle it or be quiet enough for us not to get caught. If someone found us, there would be no way they wouldn't expel us. That'd be thousands of dollars and my entire future down the drain. What would my parents say? It's too much of a risk-

I felt his soft lips brush mine. His soft peach fuzz tickled my upper lip. I returned the kiss, opening my lips a hair, locking them together. He moved in deeper; we officially started to make out. My mind melted, enamoured by sweet he tasted. Finally, we parted. It felt like he took all of my worries with him.

"Yes," I whispered. Jason smirked. "Yes what?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know what."

He pressed on, "say it."

"Please fuck me, Jason Reid."

"Aye, aye-"

I grimaced. "Don't you dare complete that sentence."

Jason smiled, his eyes glinting with mischief. He lowered his head right next to my ears. I could feel his breath stagger with anticipation as I felt pressured applied to my entrance once again.

"Captain," he whispered.

The searing heat was all I could feel. Jason's burning hot dick stretched my hole to its limits. Either way, the white-hot pain soon took over my brain. My body melted into his hands as he embraced me, holding all ten inches inside. Our bodies pulsated, entrained to each other's tempo. I stared into his ocean eyes, breathing alongside him to try and stifle my moans.

He gasped, "This feels amazing, Omar."

I kissed him in reply, scared I'd yell from the mix of pain and pleasure if I opened his mouth. I felt him begin to move, gingerly removing his cock. Inch by inch, he pulled his pelvis away from mine. His head bumped against my prostate on the way out, causing me to moan through our kiss. My dick bounced in response. He kept pulling until only his tip remained within me. He broke the kiss, straightening himself. A sharp inhale was the only warning before he began to thrust. In and out, a rhythm that was so new, yet so natural. It felt right, more right than any other time before. By this time, the pain escaped me, replaced with pleasure. I could feel each ridge, each bump, each irregularity in his penis, as it forced me to meld to it. I felt like I'd never be the same; Jason's dick would forever be a part of me.