No Nut November Chapter 2 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

The next couple of days pass by with both of us trying to sabotage each other. I started by leaving pictures of naked women for him to find around the apartment, but then he started doing the same thing with me and naked men. Then, the fucker decided to Photoshop pictures of naked men with the faces of some of my celebrity crushes. I have to admit, I almost whipped it out when I saw a naked Tom Holland. 

Unfortunately, since that plan didn’t work, I’m putting my next idea into play tonight before he gets back home from the gym. 

“Alright, are you sure you’re comfortable? Do you need me to get you anything? Water? Soda? Booze?” I ask the naked woman sitting on my couch.  

She smiles seductively and shakes her head. “I’m alright, darlin’. This ain’t my first rodeo.” The woman has a distinctive southern accent and perky breasts that’ll knock the socks off Alex—and hopefully his pants too. 

The door to our apartment opens at exactly eight o’clock on the dot. Alex barely makes it inside before he sees the naked woman sitting there, and his jaw drops open. 

The woman crosses the short distance between them and caresses his bicep. “Well, hello sexy,” she says in a sultry voice that’s guaranteed to get him excited. And sure enough, when I look at his crotch, there’s a growing tent in his shorts. 

Alex looks between me and her with disbelief. “You hired a prostitute to seduce me?”

The woman—to her credit—kindly corrects him and tells him that she’s a call girl before sinking to her knees and tugs down his shorts until Alex’s massive cock is hanging free. It’s even bigger than I realized now that I can see it at a distance. It’s got to be at least eight inches and as thick as a Coke can, and not one of those mini cans either. I’m talking about those regular cans that are thick as fuck. 

She strokes him with expertise, spreading precum all over his shaft until it’s shiny in the overhead light. Her thumb massages the sensitive bundle of nerves at the base of his crown, causing him to groan and hang his head back. “Fuck, that feels good.” 

The woman keeps going, slowly stroking him from root to tip, and just as she’s about to lean in to suck it, he backs away. With a red and almost pained face, he pulls up his shorts. “Uh, thank you, miss. But I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

The woman shrugs and gets dressed quickly, not even looking the slightest bit upset as she slips out the door. Once it’s shut, the clench in Alex’s jaw visibly relaxes, though he’s still obviously hard. 

“Dude, you just cost me two hundred dollars.” I pout and place both hands on my hips.

Alex smirks and crosses over to me, getting close enough that I can smell the sweat and deodorant after his workout. He leans in close enough that our lips are barely an inch away from each other. His natural musk is intoxicating, drawing me into him until our lips brush together in a feather-light kiss. 

Then, he deepens it, pulling me flush against him and causes his erection to rub against mine. His tongue invades my mouth, and we fight each other for dominance, sometimes in my mouth and sometimes in his. 

But just as quickly, Alex pushes me away. “Did you really think that was going to work?” He crosses his arms like a disappointed parent. “I would have expected better from you.” 

I arch a brow. “Oh? And what would better have looked like?”

A dangerous smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Normally, that would be enough to make me nervous, but when he sinks to his knees, I almost go into cardiac arrest. 

“Better would have been doing it yourself, like this.” Alex palms my cock through my sweats until it’s begging to be set free, and he obliges by pulling my sweatpants down with my underwear. Cool air hits my dick, but that’s nothing compared to the warmth from his mouth as he blows on it. 

 Alex wraps his fingers around me, eliciting a low, breathy moan from me. He plays with my balls with his free hand, gently rolling and tugging on them while the other strokes me like he’s born to do this. Hell, this is the second time he’s jerked me off, and I’m pretty sure he’s ruining future handjobs for me. 

Then, Alex does something I would have never imagined him doing. He licks the crown, causing me to yelp before his entire mouth engulfs the tip. Wet warmth sucks at me, his tongue swirling around the crown until I’m seeing stars. My balls draw up tight, and the telltale sign of white-hot pleasure builds until I finally regain my senses and push him away. 

He almost looks disappointed, though I’m not sure if that’s because I nearly lost or if it’s from denying him my cock. Alex stands and squeezes my cock once last time before letting go again. 

“You need to step up your game, bestie.” He walks away but then stops just outside his bedroom door. “Oh, and another thing. You give a much better handjob than that call girl, so don’t bother wasting any more of your money.” 

Alex disappears into his room, leaving me standing there with my sweats around my ankles and my cock bobbing and throbbing in the air, painfully hard. 

I never imagined that Alex would take things this far, and I certainly never imagined that he would ever even consider kissing me, much less sucking my cock. But I can still feel the ghost of his lips around my tip and the way his tongue rolled around my crown, occasionally flicking at my slit. 

I’m used to a competitive Alex, but we’re entering brand-new territory, and now I’m terrified that he’s planning something that will change our friendship forever. So I make a decision. I need to break him before he breaks me, and I need to do it soon.