TEMPTING TODD
By David Terrin

As he heard his roomie moaning on the other side of the wall, in 
his mind he pictured Todd lying in bed, that young cock in 
another man's mouth.

   The day Todd and I decided to become roommates was the day he 
opened up and told me he was gay. I don't remember how I responded, 
or even if I did respond. While there was no rational explanation for it, 
I felt betrayed. I do remember trying not to show it, but I have the 
sneaking suspicion that Todd saw it anyway. If he did, he was polite 
enough to ignore it.
   Having grown up in a conservative family, the idea of moving in 
with someone who was gay quite simply scared the hell out of me. But 
I did. I don't know why. Maybe part of me still trusted Todd. Maybe I 
just didn't want to appear as homophobic as I was.
   I soon came to realize that any fears I might have had were 
unfounded. He never pressured me toward anything. He never said or 
did anything that he thought might offend me. I guess you could say he 
was a perfect gentleman, although I find it strange that I would have 
cause to use such a phrase.
   My fears slowly turned into curiosity, and I found myself watching 
him, wondering. Todd had a boyfriend and I found part of myself 
envying their relationship. I didn't quite understand how two men could 
be so close, but I wanted to understand.
   One night when his boyfriend was staying over, I stayed awake 
instead of going straight to sleep, as was my norm. I sat on the floor, 
my ear against the wall connecting our rooms, straining to hear 
something, anything. The words were muffled, but I could hear Todd 
moaning. In my mind, I could see him lying in bed, his cock in another 
man's mouth. It was an image that excited me and made me hard. I 
began stroking myself, imagining that it was me being blown. When I 
heard Todd groan, "I'm gonna come!" I came with him, my cum 
shooting all over my stomach and fist.
   The next morning, I wanted to tell Todd what I had heard, what I 
had felt, that I wanted more. But I couldn't. I didn't have the courage. 
So I decided I'd wait for another night like that one, where I could listen 
in and feel myself come with Todd once more. But I never got the 
opportunity.
   You see, the day after that exciting night, they had an argument and 
went their separate ways. I could tell it hurt Todd, even though he tried 
to hide it. I tried to get him to talk about it, but he wouldn't. I guess he 
figured I wouldn't understand.
   I did the only thing I could think of. I helped him occupy his time 
while he searched for someone new. We played basketball. We went to 
the movies. Our friendship reached an all-time high, and I enjoyed 
every minute of it.
   One night we were playing Nintendo, of all things. We were 
laughing hard, even though the competition was fierce. He reached out 
and pushed me over to get ahead. I laughed and dived into him, trying 
to steal his controller. We wrestled back and forth. He was stronger and 
faster than I was, and quickly gained the advantage. I tried to break 
away, but he lunged forward and tackled me. His hand inadvertently 
wrapped around my erection through my shorts, and everything came 
to an abrupt halt. Our eyes locked on each other, and I suddenly 
realized that I wanted his hand there, to feel him gripping me, stroking 
me. But then he released me and rolled away.
   "I'm sorry," he said, looking away from me. "That wasn't cool."
   "Don't be sorry," I responded, watching him. I hadn't even realized I 
had gotten hard in our wrestling, but I could feel it now, throbbing 
almost painfully. I could see Todd beating himself up for it. He just sat 
there, staring at the television screen.
   I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if I could say what I 
wanted. I couldn't bring myself to say, "Todd, I want to know what it's 
like to make love to a man." Instead, I said, "It's okay. Don't worry 
about it."
   "No," he said, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to --"
   "Todd."
   "What?"
   "What if it's what I want?"
   He turned to look at me, searching my eyes. "You're not kidding," 
he said softly.
   I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached over, 
took his hand, and placed it back on my cock.
   He stared at me for a long time, until his fingers finally wrapped 
themselves around me, accepting. I closed my eyes as my cock 
throbbed within his grip, sending waves of pleasure coursing through 
my body.
   I felt his fingers slide under the waistband of my shorts, and raised 
my hips to help him get them off. I sat up, pulling my shirt up over my 
head, then fell back with a gasp as he hungrily took me into his mouth.
   His lips slid down my entire length to wrap around the base of my 
cock. He held me there, sucking gently, his tongue rubbing teasingly 
against me. I groaned with pleasure, struggling to keep my hips from 
pulling back and thrusting back in. I found myself torn between wanting 
to come immediately and wanting it to last forever. I was afraid that if I 
so much as moved, I'd lose it and shoot all that I had to offer.
   But Todd was a master at making me last. He slowly pulled back 
until I slipped from his lips, then started teasing my cock with his 
tongue, driving me out of my mind. It seemed so unreal, lying on the 
living room floor, watching my roommate's tongue roam all over my 
cock. The gut-wrenching pleasure was real enough, however. I moaned 
in ecstasy as he started kissing and licking my balls. No part of my 
cock was left untouched as I writhed and squirmed about.
   Todd teased my cock relentlessly, always letting me come right to 
the edge of orgasm, then suddenly backing off just when I wanted his 
mouth on me the most. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted him.
   I groaned. I gasped. My hips would jerk upward, trying to plunge 
my cock into his hungry mouth. I found myself begging him to let me 
come, and he finally relented, taking me to the hilt once more. I lost all 
control and gripped his hair with my fingers, my hips thrusting forward, 
driven by need. His lips and tongue never ceased their teasing as I 
pushed deeper and deeper into his mouth. I couldn't contain it any 
longer and groaned as I filled his mouth with my cum.
   He took all I had to offer and more, swallowing it easily. He held 
me there in his mouth, easing me through the aftershocks of orgasm. He 
sucked on my cock tenderly, his tongue pressing up the vein to milk 
away the last few drops. Then he let me slip from his lips, and we 
looked at each other in the uncomfortable silence that followed.
   "Now," he said, breaking eye contact and looking around the room, 
"if you'll excuse me, I really need to go take care of something."
   I looked at his own erection straining against his shorts. "Don't," I 
said, my heart pounding even harder than before.
   "What?"
   I reached over and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling how hard 
it was through the soft material. My eyes caught his and held them, 
letting him see what I wanted. "Don't," I repeated.

   I pulled him over to me and slipped his shorts down over his ass, 
freeing his cock. It was a little larger and thicker than my own. I just 
stared at it, inches from my face, scared and excited at the same time.
   Wrapping my fingers around him was an experience that will 
always stay with me. The feel of it, warm and throbbing within my 
grip, stripped away any remaining inhibitions I might have had. I 
became desperate to feel it probing my mouth, to suck it, to give him 
the pleasure he had given to me. Gripping it with both my hands, I 
pulled him to me and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.
   A groan of pleasure escaped Todd's lips. I closed my eyes to the 
sound of it, relishing it, let it guide my lips and tongue. The taste of him 
was slightly salty, more than likely from the light layer of sweat I felt 
on his shaft.
   It seemed larger somehow than I had first thought. I began to 
wonder how much of him I could take, how deep I could suck his cock 
into my mouth. In my lust, I wanted all of him, I wanted to feel it slide 
past my tongue, to feel the head of his cock push against the back of 
my throat. But even with my inexperience, I knew better than to try to 
swallow him all at once. It was more than my virgin mouth could 
handle.
   I forced myself to be patient. I played with the head, swirling my 
tongue around it, sucking on it, until I felt comfortable enough to let it 
slide in another couple of inches. I could now feel the large vein on the 
underside of his cock throbbing against my tongue. I began to let it 
slide back and forth between my lips, careful not to scrape him with my 
teeth. I loved the way his cock filled my mouth, and did my best to 
suck him in deeper and deeper with each stroke. I was sucking my first 
cock, and the thought excited me to the point that I felt myself getting 
hard once more.
   I felt Todd's balls tightening beneath my hand, and squeezed them 
gently as I rubbed my face against his cock. He groaned in response, 
and I couldn't resist moving down to take them lightly in my mouth.
   I stroked him. I licked him. I sucked him. I did everything I could 
think of to bring him closer to the edge. I wanted to make Todd come. I 
wanted him to come in my mouth.
   "I can't hold it," he groaned, and tried to pull me away, still afraid of 
offending me. But I knew what I wanted, and I sucked his cock as 
deeply into my mouth as I could take it, wanting, needing to taste his 
cum.
   The first shot splashed against the back of my throat, and I struggled 
to swallow it as the rest of it flooded my mouth. I moaned at the feel of 
it, all hot and slick on my tongue. The quantity of it surprised me, and I 
felt some of it escape my lips to slide down my chin. But I still had a 
mouthful of cum, and I swallowed all that I had managed to capture. I 
held him there as he had me, letting him go soft against my warm 
tongue. He finally pulled me away and kissed me, his tongue sliding 
between my lips to share in the taste of him, and I returned it willingly.
   The entire experience had left me achingly hard, and Todd thanked 
me by sucking me off once more, this time more sensuously. I just lay 
there in exhaustion, watching him sucking my cock through half-closed 
eyes. He didn't tease me this time, quickly bringing me to orgasm, 
draining me just as he had before. After that, he lay beside me and 
whispered, "Thank you." We fell asleep where we lay.
   Todd has told me that there is a multitude of sensations to be 
experienced in my newfound world of pleasure. And while that very 
thought unnerves me somewhat, another part of me is very intrigued 
and wants to know more. A lot more...