I used to have this roommate, Alex. He was dating a girl named Chrissy, and she was terrible.

While they were dating, Alex told me that in addition to all the other bullshit he was dealing with in that relationship, Chrissy also never reciprocated oral sex. He ate her out plenty, but her focus on him amounted to "a couple of sad blow jobs" that were really unsatisfying for both of them. He had never cum from a blow job.

At that point, Alex and I were just friends. He was cute, and we were close, but I hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about his dick or anything. But I could not get over the fact that he had NEVER received a good blow job. This was a man who had been in two long-term relationships totaling over 4 years! What did he MEAN no one had ever deepthroated his cock? Especially when he's so generous to his partners?

It felt cosmically unfair. And that was how I began to obsess about sucking Alex's dick. He deserved to have SOMEONE do it.

A few months later, Alex finally broke up with Chrissy. She dramatically texted me, "take care of him for me." I know it was meant to imply he had cheated with me (he hadn't), but I subconsciously took it as a challenge instead.

Once he was single, the thoughts about sucking his dick became almost constant. And then it went further. What would it be like to fuck him? How else could I make him feel good? What had he been missing out on by dating prudes that I could expose him to?

This went on for months. Alex and I went out drinking together and kept spending more time cuddled on the couch or holding hands and I kept thinking, "this CAN'T just be in my head, right?" I was losing my mind with how horny I was for this man.

And then one night the dam broke. We kissed, and it was a release of pressure I needed so badly. We didn't see each other for a few days after that, and then when we finally had a moment to talk about the kiss....

Well, before I knew it, I was whispering, "Can I blow you?" And he was saying yes and I was on my knees in front of him with my tits out, letting his thick cock spring free, tasting him, sliding him into my mouth. I watched his face carefully, making sure he was enjoying every movement, making sure he knew he deserved to feel good. I worked the base of his cock with my hand, then carefully slid all of it down my throat, my jaw straining to fit his girth. I was putting on a performance for him. When he tapped my shoulder and said, "I'm gonna cum!" I just nodded and continued to bob my head, and the motion and enthusiasm sent him over the edge as he blasted an enormous load into my mouth that I struggled to contain. I made eye contact and swallowed and said, "Cumming is kind of the point."

I took care of him for her.