Hung and Nerdy: Geek in the Sheets

[michaelnola]

I'll be posting one more chapter on here soon

Thanks man--an excellent read for sure. You are awesome.

 

[thearlbred]

Hot

 

[luvdic1691]

Damn this is hot as fuck

 

[Johndoejohn1090]

I've never been so invested and hard lol. It's like I watched a movie and was left with the worst/best cliffhanger. Waiting with the hardest boner for more!

 

[Qurious24]

Tho

Chapter 1

You ever meet someone so different from you that you wonder how the hell you even became friends in the first place? That’s me and Sheldon in a nutshell. I’m Dominic Brooks—22, college student, and, if I’m being honest, the guy who usually ends up being the life of the party. Then there’s Sheldon Morse—my best friend since middle school and the nerdiest, most socially awkward dude you’ll ever meet. We’ve been tight for years, and even though we’re complete opposites, we just… work.

Sheldon’s the brains of our little duo—a Computer Science major who could probably hack into the Pentagon if he wanted to. Me? I’m more of a people person. I’m studying Psychology because I like understanding people and maybe because I’m good at helping them figure out their shit. Sheldon, though? He’s the one person I can’t figure out. He’s a mystery wrapped in a hoodie, layered with another hoodie, and then topped off with a jacket—because, for some reason, the man is always dressed like it’s winter in Alaska, even though we live in Miami.

Our mornings are usually predictable. I’m the early riser, and Sheldon’s the night owl who stays up gaming until the sun’s practically up. Most days, I’m the one waking him up, dragging his groggy ass out of bed to eat whatever breakfast I’ve cooked. But this morning? This morning was different.

I woke up to the sound of clinking and shuffling in the kitchen. At first, I thought I was dreaming—or maybe someone broke in. I cracked an eye open, groaning as I rolled over in bed. The clock on my nightstand read 8:13 AM. Too early for Sheldon to be up unless he hadn’t gone to bed yet.

Curious, I dragged myself out of bed, wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. Look, it’s my apartment, and I like to be comfortable, okay? Plus, Sheldon doesn’t even look my way. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I padded down the hallway toward the kitchen, where the noise was coming from.

There he was—Sheldon Morse, the human enigma himself, standing at the counter with a bowl of something in his hands. He didn’t even notice me at first, too busy doing… whatever the hell he was doing.

“Morning,” I said, leaning against the counter with a yawn.

Sheldon glanced up, startled for a second, before giving me one of his awkward little smiles. “Oh, morning, Dom.”

“What’re you making?” I asked, eyeing the bowl in his hands.

He held it up like it was some kind of masterpiece. “Cheerios. And I, uh, chopped up two oatmeal pies and threw them in there.” He gave this little geeky chuckle, clearly proud of his culinary invention.

I couldn’t help but laugh, too, shaking my head. “Really, Sheldon? I don’t see how you eat like that and never gain weight.”

Sheldon, being Sheldon, took my question way too literally. “Well, actually,” he started, “it’s because of my metabolism. See, the way it works is—”

I cut him off with a laugh, waving my hand. “Bro, it wasn’t a literal question.”

“Oh.” He blinked at me, then nodded. “Got it.”

I shook my head, amused as always, and that’s when it happened.

Sheldon came around the counter, bowl in one hand, spoon in the other, and I swear, my brain just… stopped.

The boy was wearing nothing but a pair of loose boxers. Loose. Boxers. And let me tell you, Sheldon doesn’t usually walk around the apartment like that. He’s always layered up like he’s preparing for a blizzard, so seeing him like this? It was already a shock. But the real kicker? The boy was hung. Like, HUNG. So much so that I could see the tip of his dick peeking out of his boxers as he walked by.

Sheldon's massive, uncut cock straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. I'd never seen anything like it before. I froze, my eyes widening as I tried (and failed) not to stare. He had no idea. None. If he did, he would’ve been mortified. Even soft, it was impressive, but I couldn't imagine how huge it must've gotten when hard.

Sheldon was halfway to his room when I stopped him. “Damn, bro, you could’ve fixed me some cereal too,” I said, mostly just to keep him there a little longer.

He turned back to me, completely oblivious, and said, “Oh, I can make you some.”

The sheer size of it was staggering. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to let my eyes wander. “Nah, I’m just joking,” I said, waving him off. “It’s okay. I think I want some waffles anyway.”

“Okay,” he said with a nod, still standing there with his bowl in one hand and his spoon in the other.

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to look anywhere but at him. “Matter of fact, I’mma go to Waffle House. You wanna come?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m about to get on the game.” And with that, he turned and walked off to his room, leaving me standing there, trying to process what the hell just happened.

As soon as he was out of sight, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My heart was racing, and I didn’t know why. Well, okay, I did know why, but I wasn’t ready to deal with it yet.

Sheldon was my best friend. My awkward, nerdy, hoodie-wearing best friend. And yet, in that moment, I couldn’t stop thinking about how different he looked—how confident he seemed without even realizing it.

I found myself wondering what it would feel like to wrap my lips around the thick shaft to taste the salty precum that likely dripped from the slit.

Shaking my head, I went back to my room to throw on some clothes. I needed some air—and some food. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, grabbed my keys, and headed out. Waffle House sounded like the perfect escape.

The plan was to dine in, maybe scroll through my phone while I ate, but the image of Sheldon walking around in those loose-ass boxers kept creeping into my head. I couldn’t focus. So, I changed my mind and ordered a bacon, egg, and cheese hashbrown bowl to go.

While I waited, I remembered that Sheldon loves their peanut butter waffles. It’s one of the few things that can pull him away from his computer screen. I figured I’d grab him some; I knew he would appreciate it.

By the time I was driving back to the apartment, my thoughts were all over the place. I kept replaying the image of him in my head—how big he was, even soft. It didn’t make sense. How does someone like Sheldon, who’s so shy and awkward, end up being that blessed?

I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of it. “Get it together, Dom,” I mumbled to myself as I pulled into the parking lot.

When I got back to the apartment, the smell of waffles and hashbrowns filled the air, making my stomach growl. But instead of digging into my food, I went straight to Sheldon’s room to give him his waffles.

“Yo, Sheldon,” I called out as I knocked on his door. No answer.

I figured he had his headphones on or something, so I just opened the door—big mistake. I opened the door without thinking, and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.

Sheldon was sitting in his computer chair, his back slightly turned toward me. On one of his monitors, I saw he was watching straight porn, and in his hand… God, I couldn’t even process what I was looking at. My brain just went blank.

He was holding a pocket pussy in one hand, but it was way too small for him. His massive cock was busting out of the other side of it, the head was so slick and flushed. He was mid-stroke when he noticed me standing there, frozen in the doorway, with a bag of waffles in my hand.

“Dominic?!” he shouted, his voice cracking as he‘s scrambling to cover himself with one hand while fumbling with his mouse to close the video. “Oh shit—Dominic, get out!”

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. My brain was stuck in some kind of loop, trying to process what I was seeing. “I—I—uh…” I stammered, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Finally, I managed to move, but not before my hand slipped, and I dropped the bag of waffles right onto the floor.

“Shit, sorry!” I blurted out, bending down to pick up the bag. My hands were shaking, and I couldn’t even look at him. “I didn’t mean to—uh—shit—”

“Just go!” Sheldon practically begged, his voice muffled as he buried his face in his hands.

I grabbed the bag and bolted, closing the door behind me as fast as I could. My heart was racing, my face felt like it was on fire, and I didn’t even know what to do with myself.

Back in the kitchen, I set the bag of food on the counter and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. My mind was spinning.

I’d never seen Sheldon like that before—so vulnerable, so exposed. And that thing… Jesus Christ. It was one thing to catch a glimpse of him in boxers, but this? This was a whole new level of what the hell just happened.

Damn, Sheldon's dick was something else. I mean, I've seen some impressive packages in my time, but that motherfucker took the cake. Or should I say, he took the whole damn bakery? I swear, it looked like a baseball bat with a foreskin.

Part of me wanted to laugh at how awkward it was. Another part of me… well, let’s just say I was feeling things I didn’t want to admit.

“Sheldon’s gonna kill me,” I said to myself, grabbing my hashbrown bowl and sitting down at the table.

Poking at my bacon, egg, and cheese hashbrown bowl, trying to get my mind off what had just happened. Sheldon’s peanut butter waffles sat untouched on the table, getting cold.

I glanced toward his door, debating whether I should say something. Part of me wanted to leave him alone—he was probably mortified—but the other part of me felt bad. I didn’t mean to walk in on him like that.

After a long moment, I finally said, hesitantly, “Sheldon… I bought you some peanut butter waffles.”

No response.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair and staring at the closed door. He wasn’t coming out anytime soon, and I didn’t blame him. I finished my food in silence, the sound of my fork scraping against the container the only thing filling the room.

When I was done, I tossed my trash and decided to distract myself with some TV in the living room. Maybe a dumb comedy would help me forget the fact that I’d just seen my best friend jerking off with a pocket pussy.

I grabbed the remote, plopped down on the couch, and flipped through channels until I landed on some random show. Five minutes in, I was starting to relax… until I heard the sound of Sheldon’s door creaking open.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw him shuffle out of his room, dressed in his usual uniform—sweatpants, a hoodie, and socks. His head was down, and he was walking fast like he was on a mission to get to the kitchen and back to his room without making eye contact.

“Sheldon,” I called out, my voice softer this time. He didn’t stop.

He opened the fridge, grabbed a Gatorade, and then snatched the waffles off the table. I could see him glancing at me from the corner of his eye awkwardly like he was trying to gauge whether I was still looking at him. He clearly didn’t want to talk about what had happened.

I sighed again, feeling bad for him. “Sorry, Sheldon, but I did knock,” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

Still, he didn’t say anything. He just grabbed his stuff and started heading back toward his room, clearly trying to retreat to the safety of his cave.

But I wasn’t about to let him.

“Sheldon, get your ass over here,” I said lightly but stern, like I was scolding a little kid.

He froze in his tracks, his back still to me. I could see the tension in his shoulders as he stood there, staring at the floor.

“Come here, Sheldon,” I repeated, this time softer but with enough authority to let him know I wasn’t letting it go.

Slowly, he turned around, still holding his Gatorade and waffles. His eyes stayed fixed on the ground as he shuffled over to me, looking like a kid who’d just been caught stealing cookies from the jar.

When he got close enough, I patted the spot on the couch beside me. “Sit down and relax,” I said, my tone gentle but firm.

He hesitated for a moment, his grip tightening on the Gatorade bottle. But then, with a deep sigh, he finally sat down, keeping as much distance between us as the couch would allow.

For a moment, neither of us said anything. The sound of the TV filled the awkward silence, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. He was hunched over, his hoodie pulled tight around him like he was trying to disappear into it.

“Sheldon,” I said after a while, keeping my voice calm.

“You know it's rude to ignore people. Bro, I apologized for coming into your room at the wrong time,” I said. He nodded his head okay.

“Bro, there is nothing to be embarrassed about; everybody masturbates.” I chuckled a little, trying to ease the moment. He looked away and nodded his head again to show understanding.

“Damn, you’re really not gonna talk to me now?” I asked, keeping my tone light but watching him carefully.

Sheldon shrugged, still avoiding my eyes. “What do you want me to say?”

I leaned back on the couch, crossing my arms. “I don’t know—maybe, ‘I accept your apology, or I should’ve told you I was working with a Monster.’” I said with a smirk.

That got a reaction. Sheldon snorted, shaking his head. “Dude, shut up,” he mumbled, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitching. “What are you talking about?”

I say, “Oh, you know what the hell I'm talking about. You have the fucking World Trade Center between your legs.”

He starts laughing uncontrollably, shaking his head. “Why didn't you tell me you were born with three legs, bro?” I said, laughing, but Sheldon couldn't stop laughing.

“I bet girls are scared of that thing,” I said, smirking as Sheldon’s laughter finally started to calm down. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye from laughing so hard, still chuckling softly.

“Bro, I’m a virgin,” he blurted out, his voice quieter now. It was like the laughter had opened him up, but as soon as the words came out, I saw his face flush red. He immediately looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

I froze, blinking at him. “Wait, what?” I asked, leaning forward slightly. “You’re trying to tell me you’ve never had sex?”

He shrugged, still avoiding my eyes. “Yeah. Never,” he said, his tone casual, but I could tell he was bracing himself for my reaction.

I stared at him, completely floored. “Bro… you’re walking around with that big ass dick, and you’ve never used it? Like, not even once?” I asked, pointing vaguely toward his lap.

“Dude, chill,” Sheldon said, laughing nervously, his face somehow getting even redder. “It’s not like I’m out here advertising or anything.”

“Man, you don’t have to advertise,” I said, throwing my hands up. “You’ve got a built-in billboard down there! You’re 22, bro. You’ve been in college for four years. You’re telling me you’ve never even came close to getting some?”

Sheldon laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I came close once. Senior year, there was this girl, Jenna. She had been flirting with me for a while, and one night, she texted me to come over to her place. I climbed through her window, and I thought...you know..."

He trailed off, his expression turning shamefaced. "But when I whipped it out, she took one look and said, 'Nope, not happening.' Said I wasn't sticking her with that thing."

"Did she at least suck it?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

Sheldon snorted. "Yeah, but it was terrible. Her teeth kept scraping against it. I told her to stop, but she just kept going, thinking it would get better. Finally, I had to pull away and put it back in my pants."

He chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. "So yeah, that was the closest I've ever come to actually doing it."

"If you weren't my best friend, I'd give that gawk gawk 3000," I said with a playful grin.

Sheldon burst out laughing; he knew about my bisexuality. "Dude, you stupid…I really don't think anyone could give me good head," he said, laughing, wiping tears from his eyes.

I lifted an eyebrow skeptically. "Bullshit," I taunted. "I can show better than I can tell you."

Sheldon quickly covered his crotch area with his empty waffle container and Gatorade bottle as if protecting himself from an imminent attack. "Whoa, whoa," he said with a nervous laugh.

I smirked at his flustered reaction before hopping up from the couch. "Just hold that thought," I said with a wink. I dashed to my bedroom and grabbed my 8-inch silicone dildo.

Returning to the living room, I dramatically flopped onto the couch beside Sheldon, holding up my toy for his amusement with a grin. "Ta-da!" Sheldon's eyes widened in surprise.

He burst into laughter, clearly amused by my display. "You have a dildo," he managed to choke out between giggles, relaxing a bit as he placed his food on the coffee table.

I leaned in with a grin, holding up the dildo like it was some kind of trophy. “What do you think this baby's for?” I said, wagging it in front of him.

Sheldon’s eyes widened, and he let out a nervous laugh. “Dude, you’re insane! I never would've guessed you were the one taking it,” he said, but there was genuine curiosity in his expression.

I flashed him a confident smile, enjoying the attention. "Bro, I'm versatile," I twirled the toy in my hand for dramatic effect before leaning back against the couch, and positioning it at the entrance of my mouth.

“You’re not actually gonna—” Sheldon started, but I cut him off with a wink. "Be quiet and watch," I said, sliding the dildo into my mouth with practiced ease.

I kept my movements slow and deliberate, making sure to put on a show. Taking the dildo deeper, my tongue swirling around the smooth surface as I worked it further into my throat. I could feel Sheldon's eyes on me, watching intently as I skillfully manipulated the length, making it nearly disappear within the confines of my oral cavity.

Sheldon stared at me, his mouth slightly open. “What the fuck, dude...” he managed to breathe out, but there was a hint of awe in his voice. His eyes were fixed on me servicing my toy, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked harder, relishing the sensation of the cool plastic sliding along my tongue and the back of my throat.

After a moment, I released the dildo with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting my lips to its tip. I smirked at Sheldon, my eyes sparkling with pride. "See."

He was in disbelief, his eyes wide as he continued to stare at me. I chuckled, glancing down, and that’s when I noticed the growing bulge in his sweatpants. Smirking, I tilted my head and said, "Damn, dude, you okay?"

He shook his head quickly, his face flushing. "That was... uh, pretty impressive," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

I laughed, leaning back casually. "Anytime you want to test drive these skills, just let me know," I teased, winking at him.

Sheldon laughed awkwardly, his cheeks still red. "I think... I think I’m just gonna head back to my room," he stammered, standing up and grabbing his food container. He shifted it strategically in front of himself, trying to hide the obvious, and started walking quickly toward his room.

"Don’t get scared!" I called after him, grinning. He laughed over his shoulder, still flustered. "See you later, Dom," he replied, disappearing into his room and shutting the door behind him.

I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head at the whole situation. But deep down, I knew. He wasn’t just running away to hide—part of him was curious. Part of him wanted to try. And I wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

Getting up from the couch, I made my way to his room. The door wasn’t locked, so I pushed it open gently, stepping inside. Sheldon was sitting on his bed, his back against the headboard, the food container still balanced on his lap. He looked up at me, his expression a mix of surprise and nervousness.

I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. "You know," I said, my voice calm but teasing, "a mouth is a mouth, right?"

This is fake.

 

[Ditto4444]

Tho

This is fake.

You don’t say.

 

[MastiffNutz]

Chapter 3

Sheldon’s body was going absolutely haywire as I continued to deep throat him. His first time experiencing this kind of sensation, and oh, did it show. His legs were trembling uncontrollably, his hands clawing at the sheets like they were his only lifeline. The noises he was making? Weird, adorable, and utterly Sheldon. High-pitched squeaks, choking gasps, and unintelligible mumbling that only he could manage to cry out.

“D-Dominic, holy sh—!” he choked out, his voice cracking like a pubescent teenager’s. “W-what the fuck are you even doing?!”

Ignoring him, I kept Sheldon’s massive cock buried deep in my throat, my nose pressed firmly against his pubic bone as I swallowed around him. The tightness of my throat massaging his thick shaft was driving him wild, and I loved the way he was reacting.

“H-Hey! D-Dominic, hold up!” he gasped, his voice strained. “G-give me a minute!”

I lifted my head, releasing his tip with a wet, exaggerated pop. I smirked, my lips glossy with saliva, and said, “A minute? Really? Are you about to cum again already?” I knew he wasn't, not so soon after his last orgasm, but I couldn't resist teasing him.

Sheldon groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “N-no, that’s not what I’m saying!” he opposed, his voice shaky. “I just… I need to catch my breath, okay? This is way too intense!”

I chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the head of his cock. “You don’t need to breathe,” I teased, my voice low and playful. “You just need to relax and let me make you cum again.”

Before Sheldon could respond, I slid my mouth back down his shaft, swallowing him whole once more. My throat flexed around his girth. His hips bucked violently, his legs thrashing like he was having some kind of convulsion again.

“AH! OH MY GODS! How are you swallowing the whole thing?!” he screamed, his body arching off the bed. “Shit! I-I think I'm gonna die!”

I laughed around his cock, the vibrations sending him into another spiral of incoherent noises and twitching limbs.

“D-Dominic!” he wheezed, his hands scrambling to grab my head. “S-stop! You’re gonna kill me!”

I pulled back, grinning up at him. really couldn't handle his first blowjob. “You’re not dying, Sheldon,” I said, tracing his thigh with my fingers. “You have no idea, bro. I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard.”

Sheldon’s face was flushed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “Y-you’re insane, bro. I already came, so it’s too sensitive, okay,” he said, his eyes still wide with disbelief.

“Okay, okay,” I said, smirking as I lifted his legs over my shoulders, his soft feet dangling freely in the air. Sheldon’s face turning pale as he thought he knew what was coming next.

“D-Dom… what are you doing?” he stuttered, his voice trembling.

I just gave him a mischievous grin, my eyes locking onto his. “Relax, Sheldon,” I said, my voice low and soothing. “Just trust me, okay?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded slightly. “O-okay,” he whispered, though his tone lacked confidence.

I leaned in, my gaze shifting downward. Sheldon’s virgin hole was pink and untouched, framed by soft, curly hairs. I could feel his legs trembling against me, his body tense with anticipation.

“Dude… no,” Sheldon said, his voice cracking. “Don’t you dare. Dom, don’t you even—”

I cut him off with a single, slow wet lick across his clean, hairy hole. Sheldon’s reaction was immediate and explosive. His toes curled, his hands flew to his mouth, and he bit down hard on his fist to stifle a scream.

“H-HOLY FUUUUUCK!” he muffled, his body jerking violently as I began to eat his ass with reckless abandon.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top reaction. Sheldon’s body went rigid, his legs clenching around my head as I licked and sucked his hole like it was my last meal on earth.

I feasted on Sheldon's virgin asshole like a starving man at a buffet, my tongue digging deep to explore every crevice. Sheldon's reactions were priceless, his moans and whimpers escalating in pitch and volume as I devoured him.

"Ahhh, fuck! Holy moly! Dom, your tongue... it's so big!" he babbled, his voice a high-pitched squeal. "Oh god, I can feel it... everywhere!"

I pushed his legs further apart, exposing his puckered hole completely as I attacked it. My fingers dug into the meat of his ass cheeks, spreading him wider for my greedy mouth. Sheldon’s body shook and spasmed involuntarily, yet he was unaware of the fact that he was raising his legs himself.

“N-no, no, no, no!” Sheldon chanted, his voice a mix of panic and pleasure. But I could see the truth in his body language—he wasn’t pushing me away. In fact, his legs remained raised, his hole loosening up, giving me better access.

I ignored him, knowing full well he was lying to himself. Every twitch, every gasp, every moan betrayed his true desires. And I was more than happy to satisfy them.

Leaving his hole glistening with spit, I traveled upwards, circling around his heavy balls. They hung low and swollen, begging to be touched. I cupped them gently in my palm, rolling them around as I kissed and licked the sensitive skin behind them.

Sheldon's warning came in a desperate gasp. "D-Dom, I think I'm... I'm close again!"

I responded immediately, my mouth enveloping his thick cock in a frenzy of rapid sucks and bobs. Sheldon's legs dropped to the mattress, his body going limp as I worked him over. His eyes rolled back, and his face was filled with pure ecstasy.

I didn't miss a beat, my head bobbing furiously up and down his shaft. Sheldon's cock pulsed wildly in my mouth, pre-cum flooding my tongue as he teetered on the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm.

Sheldon's struggles to speak were adorable. His attempts at vocalizing his impending climax were reduced to mere whimpers and gasps, his face a picture of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

I darkly chuckled around his girth. My grip tightened around his horse cock as I stroke it with both hands, my movements perfectly in sync with my relentless oral assault.

“Come on, Sheldon,” I urged, pulling back slightly to look up at him with a teasing grin. “Tell me when you’re gonna bust that nut, okay?”

Sheldon let out a pitiful whimper in response, his eyes screwed shut and his face contorted in rapture. I could sense his desperation, his body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap.

I redoubled my efforts, my tongue swirling and flicking across his sensitive underside as I sucked harder. Sheldon’s reactions were everything I’d hoped for—raw, unfiltered, and completely Sheldon.

“GHEEP! OH FUCK, DOM! YESSSS!” he finally managed to shriek, his voice echoing off the walls of his room. “I’M GONNA… I’M GONNA…”

His words breaking apart as his second orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His body arched violently, his cock pulsing in my mouth as the first wave of cum hit my tongue.

“DOMINIC!” he screamed, his voice hoarse from the exertion. “HOLY… SHIT!”

This time, it was even more intense. His cock erupted in my mouth, spurt after spurt of cum flooding my throat. I almost choked on the amount semen that rushed out. His body convulsed violently, his legs kicking out like he was trying to escape the sensations overwhelming him.

“OH LORDY, I’M DRAINED!” Sheldon wailed, his voice high-pitched and desperate. He slapped at my head weakly, trying to push me away. “D-Dom… stop! Oh my Goodness, stop! It’s too sensitive!”

But I wasn’t done yet. I could feel the last remnants of his cum threatening to spill, and I was determined to claim every drop. My mouth tightened around him, and I sucked harder, milking him dry.

“STOP! DOMINIC, STOP!” Sheldon screamed, his hands grasping at my shoulders, trying to pry me off. “I DON’T HAVE ANY MORE! PLEASE, JUST STOP!”

His protests were so adorable, but I knew he was lying. His body betrayed him, his cock still twitching faintly as the last of his cum dripped onto my tongue. I swallowed one final time, savoring the taste of his complete surrender.

Eventually, I pulled back, Sheldon’s dick slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. It hung flaccid now, glistening with spit and semen, a testament to the exhausting orgasm I’d just wrung out of him.

I sat back on my knees, smirking as I looked at Sheldon’s sprawled, limp form. His body continued to twitch and convulse, aftershocks of the intensity he’d just experienced. His chest heaved, his face flushed, and his hair was a mess. He was completely spent, his energy drained.

The room fell silent except for Sheldon’s labored breathing and the occasional twitch of his overstimulated body. I leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “You good, bro?” I asked, my voice soft and amused.

Sheldon didn’t respond. He just lay there, his eyes closed, his body still shuddering occasionally. I could tell he was one hundred percent done. His soul had practically left his body, and he was just a shell of the nerdy, awkward Sheldon I knew and loved.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I climbed off the bed. “You’re welcome,” I said, my voice laced with smug satisfaction.

Sheldon groaned, rolling onto his side and burying his face in the pillow. “I hate you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

I laughed, gave him a pat on the foot, and made my way towards the door. “Love you too, bro,” I said, tossing a wink over my shoulder before stepping out into the hallway.

It was hard not to feel pride as I closed the door behind me. Sheldon might not have said it out loud, but I knew he’d never forget his first blowjob. I was already thinking about what we would do next.

I wandered into the kitchen, feeling a little good about what had just gone down. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, I filled it with lemonade from the pitcher in the fridge. The cool, tart drink was exactly what I needed to refresh myself after… well, everything.

As I took a sip, I called out toward Sheldon’s room, “Hey, you want something to drink?”

The apartment stayed silent for a moment. I waited, smirking to myself, knowing Sheldon was probably still naked, curled up lying on his side, and too embarrassed to answer.

“Really, Shelly, no response?” I teased, setting my glass on the counter. “Alright, I’m about to come back in there.”

That got him. “No, I—I’m good! I’m good! Don’t come in here!” he shouted, his voice cracking slightly.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, bro, whatever you say.”

Grabbing my lemonade, I strolled back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I was just getting comfortable when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I glanced at the screen and saw Oliver’s name pop up.

I sighed, already knowing what this call was about—he wanted to fuck. Oliver was persistent, and while I didn’t mind having sex with him every now and then, his apartment was always cluttered and messy.

I picked up the phone, holding it to my ear. “What’s up, Oliver?”

“Hey, Dom,” he said, his voice smooth as ever. “What are you up to?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking about what I’d just done to Sheldon. “Oh, nothing. Just sitting on the couch, watching TV.”

Oliver’s tone turned playful. “You wanna come over?”

I rolled my eyes, already anticipating this. “No, not really.”

“Come on, Dom,” he whined. “Don’t make me beg.”

“You’re already begging,” I pointed out, smirking.

“Fine,” he said, exasperated. “Then let me come over there.”

That caught me off guard. “You wanna come here?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding surprised that I even questioned it. “Why not?”

I thought about it for a moment. Oliver had never been to my place before, mostly because I didn’t want to weird out Sheldon. But after what just happened, I figured Sheldon was probably locked up in his room for the foreseeable future.

“You heard me, come over,” I said, leaning back into the couch.

Oliver laughed, clearly excited. “Alright, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Cool,” I replied, hanging up.

I set my phone down and took another sip of lemonade before yelling toward Sheldon’s room. “Hey, bro! Oliver’s coming over!”

There was no response at first, but then I heard the distinct sound of Sheldon locking his door.

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “No, you didn't just lock your door! Dude, you’re so damn petty!”

From behind the door, I heard a faint giggle, which only made me laugh harder.

The apartment settled into silence again as I waited for Oliver to show up. I grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels, trying to find something to watch before Oliver showed up. A rerun of Family Guy came on, and I left it there.

My mind started drifting back to earlier. Sheldon’s reaction, his adorable awkwardness, the way he’d completely melted under me—it was all too funny and, sexy as fuck.

When the knock at the door finally came, I got up, setting my glass down on the coffee table. Opening the door, I found Oliver standing there, grinning like he owned the place.

Oliver was tall—about 6'2"—with a lean, athletic build. His white skin gleamed under the hallway light, and his dark, wavy hair was styled to perfection, as always. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt and gray joggers that showed his nice bulge. Typical Oliver—he always dressed like he was trying to seduce someone.

“Hey, Dom,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Miss me?”

I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind him. “You were just texting me yesterday. How could I miss you?”

Oliver laughed, flopping onto the couch like he belonged there. “You know you love me,” he said, his grin cocky as ever.

I shook my head, sitting down on the couch next to him. “Don’t start,” I warned, though I couldn’t help but smirk.

Oliver leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at me. “So, what’s up? You seem… different today.”

“Nah, I'm good,” I brushed Oliver off, trying to sound casual despite the smirk still playing on my lips.

He gave me a skeptical look, his eyebrow arching slightly. “Where’s your weird roommate?” he asked.

“He’s in his room,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Oliver yelled out, “Oh hey, Sheldon!” The silence that followed was deafening, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“See, that’s why I don’t speak to him,” Oliver said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“He’s probably asleep, bro,” I said, trying to make excuses for Sheldon.

Oliver retorted, “Whatever, his ass ain’t sleeping.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “Chill out,” I said, shaking my head. “So, what have you been up to? I’m trying to change the subject.”

Oliver didn’t waste any time. He climbed onto my lap, straddling me as he shouted, “All of that? You know what I came over here for!” He began kissing my neck, his lips brushing against my skin with a hunger that was hard to ignore.

I whispered, “Sheldon is here,” trying to keep my voice steady despite the distraction.

Oliver pulled back, his eyes locked on mine. “Fuck him! He’s probably asleep like you said,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. He grabbed my dick through my sweatpants, his grip firm. “Stopped playing.”

I sighed, giving in. “Okay, okay, let’s go to my room.”

We stood up from the couch, and I led him into my room. Oliver wasted no time, pushing me against the door as he kissed me hungrily, his hands roaming over my body.

I wrapped my arms around him, deepening the kiss as I backed him toward the bed. “You’re kinda aggressive today,” I teased, breaking away for a breath.

Oliver smirked, his eyes gleaming with desire. “You’ve got no idea,” he said, pushing me onto the bed and following me down, his body pressing against mine.

As we lost ourselves in the moment, I couldn’t help but think about Sheldon, locked away in his room, completely unaware of what was happening just a few feet away. I really didn't want him to hear us fuck.

“Hold on a moment,” I said, glancing towards the door, grabbing his wrist, and realizing I had left it cracked open. “Wait, I think the door is still open, and Sheldon is literally in the next room.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, smirking up at me. “You’re really worried about him? Come on, Dom. He’s not gonna hear anything.”

I sighed, letting go of his wrists. “Just… be quiet, okay?”

Oliver grinned, clearly not taking my warning seriously, and pulled my pants down in one swift motion. His eyes lit up as he took me in, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Damn, you're already hard,” he said, his voice low and appreciative. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re crazy.”

Oliver didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips wrapping around me with a practiced ease that made my head fall back against the mattress. His tongue swirled around the tip, teasing me before taking me deeper.

I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as Oliver worked his magic. His hands gripped my thighs as he bobbed his head.

“Fuck, Oliver,” I whispered, my hands tangling in his hair.

Oliver pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to me as he grinned. “You like that?” he asked, his voice cocky.

I smirked, brushing a hand through his hair. “You know I do.”

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss the base of my shaft before standing up. “Your turn,” he said, his grin widening as he quickly took off all his clothes.

Oliver’s body was just as impressive as mine—lean, toned, and smooth. He kicked his clothes aside before stepping closer, his hands sliding up my chest.

Suddenly I took control, threw Oliver onto the bed and he landed with a soft thud. His eyes widening in surprise, but gleaming with anticipation. "Nah, you wanted this dick, so I'm about to give it to you," I said, my voice low and commanding.

Oliver smirked, his lips parting slightly. "Okay daddy," he replied, his tone playful yet submissive.

I reached for the lube on my dresser, the cool bottle fitting neatly in my hand. I slicked some onto my fingers, my eyes never leaving Oliver's as I approached him. "Arch that fucking back," I instructed, my voice steady.

He obeyed, his spine curving beautifully as he bent over, exposing himself fully. I drizzled the lube over his tight hole, watching as it glistened in the dim light of the room. With a deep breath, I positioned myself behind him, the head of my dick pressing against his entrance.

Then, with one swift motion, I started pounding him relentlessly. My thrusts were deep and powerful, each one causing Oliver to gasp and moan. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic slap of skin against skin that was both intense and intoxicating.

Oliver’s hands gripped the sheets tightly as he tried bracing himself against the force of my thrusts. "Fuck, Dominic!" he cried out, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. "You like that?" I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.

He nodded, his head bobbing vigorously. "Yes, I like it. Harder, daddy."

I obliged, my pace quickening as I drove into him with even greater intensity. The room echoed with our shared exertions, the energy between us electric. Each thrust brought us closer, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

As I continued to fuck Oliver, the sound of our bodies crashing together filled the room. But then, I heard it—a faint creak behind me. My head snapped toward the door, and that’s when I saw him.

Sheldon.

He was peeking in, his wide eyes locked on the scene in front of him. For a split second, we just stared at each other, the tension thick in the air.

Before I could process what was happening, Sheldon vanished out of sight. “Bring your ass back here right now!” I shouted, still thrusting into Oliver, who was completely oblivious to the interruption.

Oliver, thinking I was talking to him, started throwing his ass back even harder…

 

[MastiffNutz]

Oliver

 

[michaelnola]

Another awesome Chapter ---thanks man to keep my cock hard...

 

[Adam162716]

Chapter 3

Sheldon’s body was going absolutely haywire as I continued to deep throat him. His first time experiencing this kind of sensation, and oh, did it show. His legs were trembling uncontrollably, his hands clawing at the sheets like they were his only lifeline. The noises he was making? Weird, adorable, and utterly Sheldon. High-pitched squeaks, choking gasps, and unintelligible mumbling that only he could manage to cry out.

“D-Dominic, holy sh—!” he choked out, his voice cracking like a pubescent teenager’s. “W-what the fuck are you even doing?!”

Ignoring him, I kept Sheldon’s massive cock buried deep in my throat, my nose pressed firmly against his pubic bone as I swallowed around him. The tightness of my throat massaging his thick shaft was driving him wild, and I loved the way he was reacting.

“H-Hey! D-Dominic, hold up!” he gasped, his voice strained. “G-give me a minute!”

I lifted my head, releasing his tip with a wet, exaggerated pop. I smirked, my lips glossy with saliva, and said, “A minute? Really? Are you about to cum again already?” I knew he wasn't, not so soon after his last orgasm, but I couldn't resist teasing him.

Sheldon groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “N-no, that’s not what I’m saying!” he opposed, his voice shaky. “I just… I need to catch my breath, okay? This is way too intense!”

I chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the head of his cock. “You don’t need to breathe,” I teased, my voice low and playful. “You just need to relax and let me make you cum again.”

Before Sheldon could respond, I slid my mouth back down his shaft, swallowing him whole once more. My throat flexed around his girth. His hips bucked violently, his legs thrashing like he was having some kind of convulsion again.

“AH! OH MY GODS! How are you swallowing the whole thing?!” he screamed, his body arching off the bed. “Shit! I-I think I'm gonna die!”

I laughed around his cock, the vibrations sending him into another spiral of incoherent noises and twitching limbs.

“D-Dominic!” he wheezed, his hands scrambling to grab my head. “S-stop! You’re gonna kill me!”

I pulled back, grinning up at him. really couldn't handle his first blowjob. “You’re not dying, Sheldon,” I said, tracing his thigh with my fingers. “You have no idea, bro. I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard.”

Sheldon’s face was flushed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “Y-you’re insane, bro. I already came, so it’s too sensitive, okay,” he said, his eyes still wide with disbelief.

“Okay, okay,” I said, smirking as I lifted his legs over my shoulders, his soft feet dangling freely in the air. Sheldon’s face turning pale as he thought he knew what was coming next.

“D-Dom… what are you doing?” he stuttered, his voice trembling.

I just gave him a mischievous grin, my eyes locking onto his. “Relax, Sheldon,” I said, my voice low and soothing. “Just trust me, okay?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded slightly. “O-okay,” he whispered, though his tone lacked confidence.

I leaned in, my gaze shifting downward. Sheldon’s virgin hole was pink and untouched, framed by soft, curly hairs. I could feel his legs trembling against me, his body tense with anticipation.

“Dude… no,” Sheldon said, his voice cracking. “Don’t you dare. Dom, don’t you even—”

I cut him off with a single, slow wet lick across his clean, hairy hole. Sheldon’s reaction was immediate and explosive. His toes curled, his hands flew to his mouth, and he bit down hard on his fist to stifle a scream.

“H-HOLY FUUUUUCK!” he muffled, his body jerking violently as I began to eat his ass with reckless abandon.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top reaction. Sheldon’s body went rigid, his legs clenching around my head as I licked and sucked his hole like it was my last meal on earth.

I feasted on Sheldon's virgin asshole like a starving man at a buffet, my tongue digging deep to explore every crevice. Sheldon's reactions were priceless, his moans and whimpers escalating in pitch and volume as I devoured him.

"Ahhh, fuck! Holy moly! Dom, your tongue... it's so big!" he babbled, his voice a high-pitched squeal. "Oh god, I can feel it... everywhere!"

I pushed his legs further apart, exposing his puckered hole completely as I attacked it. My fingers dug into the meat of his ass cheeks, spreading him wider for my greedy mouth. Sheldon’s body shook and spasmed involuntarily, yet he was unaware of the fact that he was raising his legs himself.

“N-no, no, no, no!” Sheldon chanted, his voice a mix of panic and pleasure. But I could see the truth in his body language—he wasn’t pushing me away. In fact, his legs remained raised, his hole loosening up, giving me better access.

I ignored him, knowing full well he was lying to himself. Every twitch, every gasp, every moan betrayed his true desires. And I was more than happy to satisfy them.

Leaving his hole glistening with spit, I traveled upwards, circling around his heavy balls. They hung low and swollen, begging to be touched. I cupped them gently in my palm, rolling them around as I kissed and licked the sensitive skin behind them.

Sheldon's warning came in a desperate gasp. "D-Dom, I think I'm... I'm close again!"

I responded immediately, my mouth enveloping his thick cock in a frenzy of rapid sucks and bobs. Sheldon's legs dropped to the mattress, his body going limp as I worked him over. His eyes rolled back, and his face was filled with pure ecstasy.

I didn't miss a beat, my head bobbing furiously up and down his shaft. Sheldon's cock pulsed wildly in my mouth, pre-cum flooding my tongue as he teetered on the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm.

Sheldon's struggles to speak were adorable. His attempts at vocalizing his impending climax were reduced to mere whimpers and gasps, his face a picture of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

I darkly chuckled around his girth. My grip tightened around his horse cock as I stroke it with both hands, my movements perfectly in sync with my relentless oral assault.

“Come on, Sheldon,” I urged, pulling back slightly to look up at him with a teasing grin. “Tell me when you’re gonna bust that nut, okay?”

Sheldon let out a pitiful whimper in response, his eyes screwed shut and his face contorted in rapture. I could sense his desperation, his body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap.

I redoubled my efforts, my tongue swirling and flicking across his sensitive underside as I sucked harder. Sheldon’s reactions were everything I’d hoped for—raw, unfiltered, and completely Sheldon.

“GHEEP! OH FUCK, DOM! YESSSS!” he finally managed to shriek, his voice echoing off the walls of his room. “I’M GONNA… I’M GONNA…”

His words breaking apart as his second orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His body arched violently, his cock pulsing in my mouth as the first wave of cum hit my tongue.

“DOMINIC!” he screamed, his voice hoarse from the exertion. “HOLY… SHIT!”

This time, it was even more intense. His cock erupted in my mouth, spurt after spurt of cum flooding my throat. I almost choked on the amount semen that rushed out. His body convulsed violently, his legs kicking out like he was trying to escape the sensations overwhelming him.

“OH LORDY, I’M DRAINED!” Sheldon wailed, his voice high-pitched and desperate. He slapped at my head weakly, trying to push me away. “D-Dom… stop! Oh my Goodness, stop! It’s too sensitive!”

But I wasn’t done yet. I could feel the last remnants of his cum threatening to spill, and I was determined to claim every drop. My mouth tightened around him, and I sucked harder, milking him dry.

“STOP! DOMINIC, STOP!” Sheldon screamed, his hands grasping at my shoulders, trying to pry me off. “I DON’T HAVE ANY MORE! PLEASE, JUST STOP!”

His protests were so adorable, but I knew he was lying. His body betrayed him, his cock still twitching faintly as the last of his cum dripped onto my tongue. I swallowed one final time, savoring the taste of his complete surrender.

Eventually, I pulled back, Sheldon’s dick slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. It hung flaccid now, glistening with spit and semen, a testament to the exhausting orgasm I’d just wrung out of him.

I sat back on my knees, smirking as I looked at Sheldon’s sprawled, limp form. His body continued to twitch and convulse, aftershocks of the intensity he’d just experienced. His chest heaved, his face flushed, and his hair was a mess. He was completely spent, his energy drained.

The room fell silent except for Sheldon’s labored breathing and the occasional twitch of his overstimulated body. I leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “You good, bro?” I asked, my voice soft and amused.

Sheldon didn’t respond. He just lay there, his eyes closed, his body still shuddering occasionally. I could tell he was one hundred percent done. His soul had practically left his body, and he was just a shell of the nerdy, awkward Sheldon I knew and loved.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I climbed off the bed. “You’re welcome,” I said, my voice laced with smug satisfaction.

Sheldon groaned, rolling onto his side and burying his face in the pillow. “I hate you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

I laughed, gave him a pat on the foot, and made my way towards the door. “Love you too, bro,” I said, tossing a wink over my shoulder before stepping out into the hallway.

It was hard not to feel pride as I closed the door behind me. Sheldon might not have said it out loud, but I knew he’d never forget his first blowjob. I was already thinking about what we would do next.

I wandered into the kitchen, feeling a little good about what had just gone down. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, I filled it with lemonade from the pitcher in the fridge. The cool, tart drink was exactly what I needed to refresh myself after… well, everything.

As I took a sip, I called out toward Sheldon’s room, “Hey, you want something to drink?”

The apartment stayed silent for a moment. I waited, smirking to myself, knowing Sheldon was probably still naked, curled up lying on his side, and too embarrassed to answer.

“Really, Shelly, no response?” I teased, setting my glass on the counter. “Alright, I’m about to come back in there.”

That got him. “No, I—I’m good! I’m good! Don’t come in here!” he shouted, his voice cracking slightly.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, bro, whatever you say.”

Grabbing my lemonade, I strolled back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I was just getting comfortable when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I glanced at the screen and saw Oliver’s name pop up.

I sighed, already knowing what this call was about—he wanted to fuck. Oliver was persistent, and while I didn’t mind having sex with him every now and then, his apartment was always cluttered and messy.

I picked up the phone, holding it to my ear. “What’s up, Oliver?”

“Hey, Dom,” he said, his voice smooth as ever. “What are you up to?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking about what I’d just done to Sheldon. “Oh, nothing. Just sitting on the couch, watching TV.”

Oliver’s tone turned playful. “You wanna come over?”

I rolled my eyes, already anticipating this. “No, not really.”

“Come on, Dom,” he whined. “Don’t make me beg.”

“You’re already begging,” I pointed out, smirking.

“Fine,” he said, exasperated. “Then let me come over there.”

That caught me off guard. “You wanna come here?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding surprised that I even questioned it. “Why not?”

I thought about it for a moment. Oliver had never been to my place before, mostly because I didn’t want to weird out Sheldon. But after what just happened, I figured Sheldon was probably locked up in his room for the foreseeable future.

“You heard me, come over,” I said, leaning back into the couch.

Oliver laughed, clearly excited. “Alright, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Cool,” I replied, hanging up.

I set my phone down and took another sip of lemonade before yelling toward Sheldon’s room. “Hey, bro! Oliver’s coming over!”

There was no response at first, but then I heard the distinct sound of Sheldon locking his door.

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “No, you didn't just lock your door! Dude, you’re so damn petty!”

From behind the door, I heard a faint giggle, which only made me laugh harder.

The apartment settled into silence again as I waited for Oliver to show up. I grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels, trying to find something to watch before Oliver showed up. A rerun of Family Guy came on, and I left it there.

My mind started drifting back to earlier. Sheldon’s reaction, his adorable awkwardness, the way he’d completely melted under me—it was all too funny and, sexy as fuck.

When the knock at the door finally came, I got up, setting my glass down on the coffee table. Opening the door, I found Oliver standing there, grinning like he owned the place.

Oliver was tall—about 6'2"—with a lean, athletic build. His white skin gleamed under the hallway light, and his dark, wavy hair was styled to perfection, as always. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt and gray joggers that showed his nice bulge. Typical Oliver—he always dressed like he was trying to seduce someone.

“Hey, Dom,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Miss me?”

I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind him. “You were just texting me yesterday. How could I miss you?”

Oliver laughed, flopping onto the couch like he belonged there. “You know you love me,” he said, his grin cocky as ever.

I shook my head, sitting down on the couch next to him. “Don’t start,” I warned, though I couldn’t help but smirk.

Oliver leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at me. “So, what’s up? You seem… different today.”

“Nah, I'm good,” I brushed Oliver off, trying to sound casual despite the smirk still playing on my lips.

He gave me a skeptical look, his eyebrow arching slightly. “Where’s your weird roommate?” he asked.

“He’s in his room,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Oliver yelled out, “Oh hey, Sheldon!” The silence that followed was deafening, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“See, that’s why I don’t speak to him,” Oliver said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“He’s probably asleep, bro,” I said, trying to make excuses for Sheldon.

Oliver retorted, “Whatever, his ass ain’t sleeping.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “Chill out,” I said, shaking my head. “So, what have you been up to? I’m trying to change the subject.”

Oliver didn’t waste any time. He climbed onto my lap, straddling me as he shouted, “All of that? You know what I came over here for!” He began kissing my neck, his lips brushing against my skin with a hunger that was hard to ignore.

I whispered, “Sheldon is here,” trying to keep my voice steady despite the distraction.

Oliver pulled back, his eyes locked on mine. “Fuck him! He’s probably asleep like you said,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. He grabbed my dick through my sweatpants, his grip firm. “Stopped playing.”

I sighed, giving in. “Okay, okay, let’s go to my room.”

We stood up from the couch, and I led him into my room. Oliver wasted no time, pushing me against the door as he kissed me hungrily, his hands roaming over my body.

I wrapped my arms around him, deepening the kiss as I backed him toward the bed. “You’re kinda aggressive today,” I teased, breaking away for a breath.

Oliver smirked, his eyes gleaming with desire. “You’ve got no idea,” he said, pushing me onto the bed and following me down, his body pressing against mine.

As we lost ourselves in the moment, I couldn’t help but think about Sheldon, locked away in his room, completely unaware of what was happening just a few feet away. I really didn't want him to hear us fuck.

“Hold on a moment,” I said, glancing towards the door, grabbing his wrist, and realizing I had left it cracked open. “Wait, I think the door is still open, and Sheldon is literally in the next room.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, smirking up at me. “You’re really worried about him? Come on, Dom. He’s not gonna hear anything.”

I sighed, letting go of his wrists. “Just… be quiet, okay?”

Oliver grinned, clearly not taking my warning seriously, and pulled my pants down in one swift motion. His eyes lit up as he took me in, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Damn, you're already hard,” he said, his voice low and appreciative. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re crazy.”

Oliver didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips wrapping around me with a practiced ease that made my head fall back against the mattress. His tongue swirled around the tip, teasing me before taking me deeper.

I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as Oliver worked his magic. His hands gripped my thighs as he bobbed his head.

“Fuck, Oliver,” I whispered, my hands tangling in his hair.

Oliver pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to me as he grinned. “You like that?” he asked, his voice cocky.

I smirked, brushing a hand through his hair. “You know I do.”

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss the base of my shaft before standing up. “Your turn,” he said, his grin widening as he quickly took off all his clothes.

Oliver’s body was just as impressive as mine—lean, toned, and smooth. He kicked his clothes aside before stepping closer, his hands sliding up my chest.

Suddenly I took control, threw Oliver onto the bed and he landed with a soft thud. His eyes widening in surprise, but gleaming with anticipation. "Nah, you wanted this dick, so I'm about to give it to you," I said, my voice low and commanding.

Oliver smirked, his lips parting slightly. "Okay daddy," he replied, his tone playful yet submissive.

I reached for the lube on my dresser, the cool bottle fitting neatly in my hand. I slicked some onto my fingers, my eyes never leaving Oliver's as I approached him. "Arch that fucking back," I instructed, my voice steady.

He obeyed, his spine curving beautifully as he bent over, exposing himself fully. I drizzled the lube over his tight hole, watching as it glistened in the dim light of the room. With a deep breath, I positioned myself behind him, the head of my dick pressing against his entrance.

Then, with one swift motion, I started pounding him relentlessly. My thrusts were deep and powerful, each one causing Oliver to gasp and moan. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic slap of skin against skin that was both intense and intoxicating.

Oliver’s hands gripped the sheets tightly as he tried bracing himself against the force of my thrusts. "Fuck, Dominic!" he cried out, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. "You like that?" I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.

He nodded, his head bobbing vigorously. "Yes, I like it. Harder, daddy."

I obliged, my pace quickening as I drove into him with even greater intensity. The room echoed with our shared exertions, the energy between us electric. Each thrust brought us closer, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

As I continued to fuck Oliver, the sound of our bodies crashing together filled the room. But then, I heard it—a faint creak behind me. My head snapped toward the door, and that’s when I saw him.

Sheldon.

He was peeking in, his wide eyes locked on the scene in front of him. For a split second, we just stared at each other, the tension thick in the air.

Before I could process what was happening, Sheldon vanished out of sight. “Bring your ass back here right now!” I shouted, still thrusting into Oliver, who was completely oblivious to the interruption.

Oliver, thinking I was talking to him, started throwing his ass back even harder…

Thanks for this. I deffo busted a nut over this like many others

 

[Nicko88]

Such a great fucking story. It certainly is hot. Thank you for sharing and I look forward to more chapters.

 

[Qurious24]

You don’t actually I do say..

 

[Callan010]

Chapter 3

Sheldon’s body was going absolutely haywire as I continued to deep throat him. His first time experiencing this kind of sensation, and oh, did it show. His legs were trembling uncontrollably, his hands clawing at the sheets like they were his only lifeline. The noises he was making? Weird, adorable, and utterly Sheldon. High-pitched squeaks, choking gasps, and unintelligible mumbling that only he could manage to cry out.

“D-Dominic, holy sh—!” he choked out, his voice cracking like a pubescent teenager’s. “W-what the fuck are you even doing?!”

Ignoring him, I kept Sheldon’s massive cock buried deep in my throat, my nose pressed firmly against his pubic bone as I swallowed around him. The tightness of my throat massaging his thick shaft was driving him wild, and I loved the way he was reacting.

“H-Hey! D-Dominic, hold up!” he gasped, his voice strained. “G-give me a minute!”

I lifted my head, releasing his tip with a wet, exaggerated pop. I smirked, my lips glossy with saliva, and said, “A minute? Really? Are you about to cum again already?” I knew he wasn't, not so soon after his last orgasm, but I couldn't resist teasing him.

Sheldon groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “N-no, that’s not what I’m saying!” he opposed, his voice shaky. “I just… I need to catch my breath, okay? This is way too intense!”

I chuckled, pressing a light kiss to the head of his cock. “You don’t need to breathe,” I teased, my voice low and playful. “You just need to relax and let me make you cum again.”

Before Sheldon could respond, I slid my mouth back down his shaft, swallowing him whole once more. My throat flexed around his girth. His hips bucked violently, his legs thrashing like he was having some kind of convulsion again.

“AH! OH MY GODS! How are you swallowing the whole thing?!” he screamed, his body arching off the bed. “Shit! I-I think I'm gonna die!”

I laughed around his cock, the vibrations sending him into another spiral of incoherent noises and twitching limbs.

“D-Dominic!” he wheezed, his hands scrambling to grab my head. “S-stop! You’re gonna kill me!”

I pulled back, grinning up at him. really couldn't handle his first blowjob. “You’re not dying, Sheldon,” I said, tracing his thigh with my fingers. “You have no idea, bro. I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard.”

Sheldon’s face was flushed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “Y-you’re insane, bro. I already came, so it’s too sensitive, okay,” he said, his eyes still wide with disbelief.

“Okay, okay,” I said, smirking as I lifted his legs over my shoulders, his soft feet dangling freely in the air. Sheldon’s face turning pale as he thought he knew what was coming next.

“D-Dom… what are you doing?” he stuttered, his voice trembling.

I just gave him a mischievous grin, my eyes locking onto his. “Relax, Sheldon,” I said, my voice low and soothing. “Just trust me, okay?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded slightly. “O-okay,” he whispered, though his tone lacked confidence.

I leaned in, my gaze shifting downward. Sheldon’s virgin hole was pink and untouched, framed by soft, curly hairs. I could feel his legs trembling against me, his body tense with anticipation.

“Dude… no,” Sheldon said, his voice cracking. “Don’t you dare. Dom, don’t you even—”

I cut him off with a single, slow wet lick across his clean, hairy hole. Sheldon’s reaction was immediate and explosive. His toes curled, his hands flew to his mouth, and he bit down hard on his fist to stifle a scream.

“H-HOLY FUUUUUCK!” he muffled, his body jerking violently as I began to eat his ass with reckless abandon.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top reaction. Sheldon’s body went rigid, his legs clenching around my head as I licked and sucked his hole like it was my last meal on earth.

I feasted on Sheldon's virgin asshole like a starving man at a buffet, my tongue digging deep to explore every crevice. Sheldon's reactions were priceless, his moans and whimpers escalating in pitch and volume as I devoured him.

"Ahhh, fuck! Holy moly! Dom, your tongue... it's so big!" he babbled, his voice a high-pitched squeal. "Oh god, I can feel it... everywhere!"

I pushed his legs further apart, exposing his puckered hole completely as I attacked it. My fingers dug into the meat of his ass cheeks, spreading him wider for my greedy mouth. Sheldon’s body shook and spasmed involuntarily, yet he was unaware of the fact that he was raising his legs himself.

“N-no, no, no, no!” Sheldon chanted, his voice a mix of panic and pleasure. But I could see the truth in his body language—he wasn’t pushing me away. In fact, his legs remained raised, his hole loosening up, giving me better access.

I ignored him, knowing full well he was lying to himself. Every twitch, every gasp, every moan betrayed his true desires. And I was more than happy to satisfy them.

Leaving his hole glistening with spit, I traveled upwards, circling around his heavy balls. They hung low and swollen, begging to be touched. I cupped them gently in my palm, rolling them around as I kissed and licked the sensitive skin behind them.

Sheldon's warning came in a desperate gasp. "D-Dom, I think I'm... I'm close again!"

I responded immediately, my mouth enveloping his thick cock in a frenzy of rapid sucks and bobs. Sheldon's legs dropped to the mattress, his body going limp as I worked him over. His eyes rolled back, and his face was filled with pure ecstasy.

I didn't miss a beat, my head bobbing furiously up and down his shaft. Sheldon's cock pulsed wildly in my mouth, pre-cum flooding my tongue as he teetered on the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm.

Sheldon's struggles to speak were adorable. His attempts at vocalizing his impending climax were reduced to mere whimpers and gasps, his face a picture of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

I darkly chuckled around his girth. My grip tightened around his horse cock as I stroke it with both hands, my movements perfectly in sync with my relentless oral assault.

“Come on, Sheldon,” I urged, pulling back slightly to look up at him with a teasing grin. “Tell me when you’re gonna bust that nut, okay?”

Sheldon let out a pitiful whimper in response, his eyes screwed shut and his face contorted in rapture. I could sense his desperation, his body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap.

I redoubled my efforts, my tongue swirling and flicking across his sensitive underside as I sucked harder. Sheldon’s reactions were everything I’d hoped for—raw, unfiltered, and completely Sheldon.

“GHEEP! OH FUCK, DOM! YESSSS!” he finally managed to shriek, his voice echoing off the walls of his room. “I’M GONNA… I’M GONNA…”

His words breaking apart as his second orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His body arched violently, his cock pulsing in my mouth as the first wave of cum hit my tongue.

“DOMINIC!” he screamed, his voice hoarse from the exertion. “HOLY… SHIT!”

This time, it was even more intense. His cock erupted in my mouth, spurt after spurt of cum flooding my throat. I almost choked on the amount semen that rushed out. His body convulsed violently, his legs kicking out like he was trying to escape the sensations overwhelming him.

“OH LORDY, I’M DRAINED!” Sheldon wailed, his voice high-pitched and desperate. He slapped at my head weakly, trying to push me away. “D-Dom… stop! Oh my Goodness, stop! It’s too sensitive!”

But I wasn’t done yet. I could feel the last remnants of his cum threatening to spill, and I was determined to claim every drop. My mouth tightened around him, and I sucked harder, milking him dry.

“STOP! DOMINIC, STOP!” Sheldon screamed, his hands grasping at my shoulders, trying to pry me off. “I DON’T HAVE ANY MORE! PLEASE, JUST STOP!”

His protests were so adorable, but I knew he was lying. His body betrayed him, his cock still twitching faintly as the last of his cum dripped onto my tongue. I swallowed one final time, savoring the taste of his complete surrender.

Eventually, I pulled back, Sheldon’s dick slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. It hung flaccid now, glistening with spit and semen, a testament to the exhausting orgasm I’d just wrung out of him.

I sat back on my knees, smirking as I looked at Sheldon’s sprawled, limp form. His body continued to twitch and convulse, aftershocks of the intensity he’d just experienced. His chest heaved, his face flushed, and his hair was a mess. He was completely spent, his energy drained.

The room fell silent except for Sheldon’s labored breathing and the occasional twitch of his overstimulated body. I leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “You good, bro?” I asked, my voice soft and amused.

Sheldon didn’t respond. He just lay there, his eyes closed, his body still shuddering occasionally. I could tell he was one hundred percent done. His soul had practically left his body, and he was just a shell of the nerdy, awkward Sheldon I knew and loved.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I climbed off the bed. “You’re welcome,” I said, my voice laced with smug satisfaction.

Sheldon groaned, rolling onto his side and burying his face in the pillow. “I hate you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

I laughed, gave him a pat on the foot, and made my way towards the door. “Love you too, bro,” I said, tossing a wink over my shoulder before stepping out into the hallway.

It was hard not to feel pride as I closed the door behind me. Sheldon might not have said it out loud, but I knew he’d never forget his first blowjob. I was already thinking about what we would do next.

I wandered into the kitchen, feeling a little good about what had just gone down. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, I filled it with lemonade from the pitcher in the fridge. The cool, tart drink was exactly what I needed to refresh myself after… well, everything.

As I took a sip, I called out toward Sheldon’s room, “Hey, you want something to drink?”

The apartment stayed silent for a moment. I waited, smirking to myself, knowing Sheldon was probably still naked, curled up lying on his side, and too embarrassed to answer.

“Really, Shelly, no response?” I teased, setting my glass on the counter. “Alright, I’m about to come back in there.”

That got him. “No, I—I’m good! I’m good! Don’t come in here!” he shouted, his voice cracking slightly.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, bro, whatever you say.”

Grabbing my lemonade, I strolled back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I was just getting comfortable when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I glanced at the screen and saw Oliver’s name pop up.

I sighed, already knowing what this call was about—he wanted to fuck. Oliver was persistent, and while I didn’t mind having sex with him every now and then, his apartment was always cluttered and messy.

I picked up the phone, holding it to my ear. “What’s up, Oliver?”

“Hey, Dom,” he said, his voice smooth as ever. “What are you up to?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking about what I’d just done to Sheldon. “Oh, nothing. Just sitting on the couch, watching TV.”

Oliver’s tone turned playful. “You wanna come over?”

I rolled my eyes, already anticipating this. “No, not really.”

“Come on, Dom,” he whined. “Don’t make me beg.”

“You’re already begging,” I pointed out, smirking.

“Fine,” he said, exasperated. “Then let me come over there.”

That caught me off guard. “You wanna come here?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding surprised that I even questioned it. “Why not?”

I thought about it for a moment. Oliver had never been to my place before, mostly because I didn’t want to weird out Sheldon. But after what just happened, I figured Sheldon was probably locked up in his room for the foreseeable future.

“You heard me, come over,” I said, leaning back into the couch.

Oliver laughed, clearly excited. “Alright, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Cool,” I replied, hanging up.

I set my phone down and took another sip of lemonade before yelling toward Sheldon’s room. “Hey, bro! Oliver’s coming over!”

There was no response at first, but then I heard the distinct sound of Sheldon locking his door.

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “No, you didn't just lock your door! Dude, you’re so damn petty!”

From behind the door, I heard a faint giggle, which only made me laugh harder.

The apartment settled into silence again as I waited for Oliver to show up. I grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels, trying to find something to watch before Oliver showed up. A rerun of Family Guy came on, and I left it there.

My mind started drifting back to earlier. Sheldon’s reaction, his adorable awkwardness, the way he’d completely melted under me—it was all too funny and, sexy as fuck.

When the knock at the door finally came, I got up, setting my glass down on the coffee table. Opening the door, I found Oliver standing there, grinning like he owned the place.

Oliver was tall—about 6'2"—with a lean, athletic build. His white skin gleamed under the hallway light, and his dark, wavy hair was styled to perfection, as always. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt and gray joggers that showed his nice bulge. Typical Oliver—he always dressed like he was trying to seduce someone.

“Hey, Dom,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Miss me?”

I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind him. “You were just texting me yesterday. How could I miss you?”

Oliver laughed, flopping onto the couch like he belonged there. “You know you love me,” he said, his grin cocky as ever.

I shook my head, sitting down on the couch next to him. “Don’t start,” I warned, though I couldn’t help but smirk.

Oliver leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at me. “So, what’s up? You seem… different today.”

“Nah, I'm good,” I brushed Oliver off, trying to sound casual despite the smirk still playing on my lips.

He gave me a skeptical look, his eyebrow arching slightly. “Where’s your weird roommate?” he asked.

“He’s in his room,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Oliver yelled out, “Oh hey, Sheldon!” The silence that followed was deafening, and I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“See, that’s why I don’t speak to him,” Oliver said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“He’s probably asleep, bro,” I said, trying to make excuses for Sheldon.

Oliver retorted, “Whatever, his ass ain’t sleeping.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “Chill out,” I said, shaking my head. “So, what have you been up to? I’m trying to change the subject.”

Oliver didn’t waste any time. He climbed onto my lap, straddling me as he shouted, “All of that? You know what I came over here for!” He began kissing my neck, his lips brushing against my skin with a hunger that was hard to ignore.

I whispered, “Sheldon is here,” trying to keep my voice steady despite the distraction.

Oliver pulled back, his eyes locked on mine. “Fuck him! He’s probably asleep like you said,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. He grabbed my dick through my sweatpants, his grip firm. “Stopped playing.”

I sighed, giving in. “Okay, okay, let’s go to my room.”

We stood up from the couch, and I led him into my room. Oliver wasted no time, pushing me against the door as he kissed me hungrily, his hands roaming over my body.

I wrapped my arms around him, deepening the kiss as I backed him toward the bed. “You’re kinda aggressive today,” I teased, breaking away for a breath.

Oliver smirked, his eyes gleaming with desire. “You’ve got no idea,” he said, pushing me onto the bed and following me down, his body pressing against mine.

As we lost ourselves in the moment, I couldn’t help but think about Sheldon, locked away in his room, completely unaware of what was happening just a few feet away. I really didn't want him to hear us fuck.

“Hold on a moment,” I said, glancing towards the door, grabbing his wrist, and realizing I had left it cracked open. “Wait, I think the door is still open, and Sheldon is literally in the next room.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, smirking up at me. “You’re really worried about him? Come on, Dom. He’s not gonna hear anything.”

I sighed, letting go of his wrists. “Just… be quiet, okay?”

Oliver grinned, clearly not taking my warning seriously, and pulled my pants down in one swift motion. His eyes lit up as he took me in, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Damn, you're already hard,” he said, his voice low and appreciative. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re crazy.”

Oliver didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips wrapping around me with a practiced ease that made my head fall back against the mattress. His tongue swirled around the tip, teasing me before taking me deeper.

I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as Oliver worked his magic. His hands gripped my thighs as he bobbed his head.

“Fuck, Oliver,” I whispered, my hands tangling in his hair.

Oliver pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to me as he grinned. “You like that?” he asked, his voice cocky.

I smirked, brushing a hand through his hair. “You know I do.”

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss the base of my shaft before standing up. “Your turn,” he said, his grin widening as he quickly took off all his clothes.

Oliver’s body was just as impressive as mine—lean, toned, and smooth. He kicked his clothes aside before stepping closer, his hands sliding up my chest.

Suddenly I took control, threw Oliver onto the bed and he landed with a soft thud. His eyes widening in surprise, but gleaming with anticipation. "Nah, you wanted this dick, so I'm about to give it to you," I said, my voice low and commanding.

Oliver smirked, his lips parting slightly. "Okay daddy," he replied, his tone playful yet submissive.

I reached for the lube on my dresser, the cool bottle fitting neatly in my hand. I slicked some onto my fingers, my eyes never leaving Oliver's as I approached him. "Arch that fucking back," I instructed, my voice steady.

He obeyed, his spine curving beautifully as he bent over, exposing himself fully. I drizzled the lube over his tight hole, watching as it glistened in the dim light of the room. With a deep breath, I positioned myself behind him, the head of my dick pressing against his entrance.

Then, with one swift motion, I started pounding him relentlessly. My thrusts were deep and powerful, each one causing Oliver to gasp and moan. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic slap of skin against skin that was both intense and intoxicating.

Oliver’s hands gripped the sheets tightly as he tried bracing himself against the force of my thrusts. "Fuck, Dominic!" he cried out, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. "You like that?" I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.

He nodded, his head bobbing vigorously. "Yes, I like it. Harder, daddy."

I obliged, my pace quickening as I drove into him with even greater intensity. The room echoed with our shared exertions, the energy between us electric. Each thrust brought us closer, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

As I continued to fuck Oliver, the sound of our bodies crashing together filled the room. But then, I heard it—a faint creak behind me. My head snapped toward the door, and that’s when I saw him.

Sheldon.

He was peeking in, his wide eyes locked on the scene in front of him. For a split second, we just stared at each other, the tension thick in the air.

Before I could process what was happening, Sheldon vanished out of sight. “Bring your ass back here right now!” I shouted, still thrusting into Oliver, who was completely oblivious to the interruption.

Oliver, thinking I was talking to him, started throwing his ass back even harder…

Somebody tell me when chapter 4 is up