Chapter 3: Trevor Sucks
I was in a haze after Carla had shared that gift with me. I found my way to the men's room to clean my cock.
My mind swirled with the night's events as I cleaned myself off. I must've been standing there for some time, my eyes closed, as I heard a slamming of the bathroom door.
"You good, man?" asked Trevor, appearing out of the dark hallway between the bathroom stalls.
"Yeah," I replied, my voice still shaking from the intense orgasm. "I'm good, man."
He eyed me up and down, his gaze lingering on my crotch area. "Well, I'm gonna take your word for it." He smirked.
"You always were a lucky bastard."
I couldn't help but laugh. "And you're always a pervert."
Trevor grinned, unbothered by the insult. "Guilty as charged. But hey, I've got news for you, birthday boy. Tonight's your night, and I've got something special planned."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, zipping up my pants. "What's that?"
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "You really wanna know?"
I felt a spark of anticipation.
"Spill it, Trev. What've you got up your sleeve?"
Trevor's hand slipped into his pocket, and he pulled out a small vial filled with a shimmering, golden liquid. "Ever heard of Spanish Fly?"
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Isn't that some old legend they used to make guys horny as fuck?"
He grinned, holding the vial up to the dim light. "Turns out, it's real. And I've got a little surprise for you."
I laughed, shaking my head.
"I don't need any help, Trev. I'm already...stocked, if you know what I mean."
Trevor chuckled, tucking the vial back into his pocket. "Always the modest one, aren't you? But come on, man. You're eighteen now. Time to live a little."
I smirked, ruffling his hair. "Since when do you need drugs to get laid, Trev?"
He shrugged, grinning. "Since I started hanging out with you and your massive cock. Jesus, Brad, you're like a fucking porn star.
You're just standing there, with your massive cock in my hand, and I can't even think straight."
"I think you're doing just fine," I murmured, my voice thick with arousal. I could feel the heat radiating off Trevor's body, his breaths coming faster as he stroked me.
"You know what I want, Brad?" He looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with desire. "I want to taste you. I want to feel that monster of yours in my throat."
A jolt of electricity shot through me at his words.
I'd never heard Trevor talk like this before, and it sent a wave of heat crashing over me. "Fuck, Trev," I groaned, my cock throbbing in his hand.
"Yeah, that's right," he whispered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I want to suck you off, Brad. I want to make you come so hard you see fucking stars."
Before I could respond, he was down on his knees in front of me, his hand still wrapped around my shaft. I let out a shaky breath as he leaned in, his hot breath on my sensitive skin.
He licked the tip of my cock, his tongue swirling around the head, tasting the remnants of Carla's juices. I groaned, my hands instinctively going to his hair, wanting to guide him, to feel him taking me deeper. But he was in control now, and he took his time, teasing me, driving me crazy.
He looked up at me, his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly took me into his mouth, inch by inch. I watched, transfixed, as my cock disappeared between his lips, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked. He hummed around me, the vibrations sending electric shocks straight to my balls.
I could feel his tongue swirling around my shaft, licking and sucking as he took me deeper. He gagged slightly, but he didn't stop. He kept going, taking more of me into his mouth until I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat.
"Fuck, Trev," I hissed, my hips bucking involuntarily. "You're so fucking good at that."
He pulled back, his lips popping off my cock with a wet sound. He looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face.
"You like that, don't you, Brad?" he asked, his voice husky. "You like feeling that big cock of yours sliding down my throat?"
I couldn't deny it. "Fuck, yes," I groaned, my hands tightening in his hair. "You feel so fucking good, Trev. So fucking tight."
He hummed again, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. He started to bob his head, taking me deeper with each pass, his mouth working me like a goddamn pro. I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm building quickly, threatening to overwhelm me.
But I wanted to make this last.
I wanted to enjoy every second of Trevor's mouth on me. So, I pulled him off, my cock slipping out of his mouth with a pop. I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at me.
"Not so fast, asshole," I growled. "I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck me."
Trevor's breath hitched, and he grinned up at me, his lips glistening with spit and precum. "As you wish, birthday boy."
He took me back in his mouth, this time slower, his tongue lapping at the underside of my cock as he sucked.
I could feel the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue, the suction of his lips, and it was driving me fucking wild.
Trevor moaned around me, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. He started to pick up the pace, his head bobbing faster, his hand wrapping around the base of my cock, stroking in time with his mouth. I could feel the pleasure building, the pressure in my balls growing, my cock swelling in his mouth.
" Fuck, Trev," I groaned, my hips moving in time with his mouth. "That feels so fucking good. Suck that big cock, Trev.
Take it all." I looked down at him, his cheeks hollowing, spit dripping down his chin as he worked his mouth like a fucking machine. "That's it, you dirty little cocksucker. Take it deep."
I felt my cock hit the back of his throat again, his nose pressing against my stomach. He gagged, but he didn't stop. He just looked up at me with those big, watery eyes, and he took me even deeper. I couldn't fucking believe it.
"Fuck, Trev," I groaned, my hips moving faster now, fucking his face. "You're so fucking good at this.
So fucking hot," I panted, my grip on his hair tightening. The room filled with wet, slurping sounds, my grunts and moans mixing with his muffled whimpers. I could feel the pressure building, my balls drawing up, ready to explode. "Gonna come, Trev," I warned, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Gonna fucking come down your throat."
Trevor looked up at me, his eyes watering, his cheeks flushed. He didn't stop, didn't slow down. Instead, he moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves straight to my core.
His hand worked in tandem with his mouth, stroking and twisting, driving me to the edge.
I could feel it, the orgasm barreling towards me like a freight train. I tried to warn him again, "Trev, gonna fucking--" but my words were cut off by a groan as my balls tightened, and my cock throbbed.
He must have sensed it, because he looked up at me, those watery eyes locked onto mine, and he took me even deeper, his nose pressing into my stomach. I felt my cock swell, felt the first hot spurt of cum hit the back of his throat.
Trevor choked slightly, but he didn't pull back. He took it, every fucking drop, his throat working as he swallowed me down.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I groaned, my hips bucking wildly as I came harder than I ever had before. My cock pulsed in his mouth, my balls emptying into him, my whole body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
Trevor stayed with me, taking it all, his hand still jacking me off, his other hand gripping my thigh for support.