He finishes the blowjob alone

But despite Josh's request, Dan and Steve leave him sucking Tyler all by himself. Out the corner of his eye he can see them: one standing, leaning against the wall; the other sitting on the floor, presumably sick of standing there uncomfortably in the confined space with little to do.

But Josh keeps his eyes focused on the porn. He has to look enthusiastic, and without disembodying himself from the reality of the fact that he's on his hands and knees, slobbering over another man's cock, there's just no way.

The video hasn't changed, and Connie is still in the same position as Josh is.

Josh watches her sliding up and down the porncock in time with his own movements. Her thick ass bounces back and forth with each pump, and Josh wishes he could be watching the real thing. Experiencing the real thing.

"Fuck, she's such a good cocksucker," Tyler says, gently starting to thrust his hips up with each stroke of Connie's mouth up and down the porncock. "I want to cum in her mouth."

Josh feels his hands suddenly grab the back of his head, pushing him down onto the cock that simultaneously thrusts into his mouth. Then it pulls back, sliding across his tongue as it does do, giving him a fraction of a second of respite before forcing its way back in. Josh tries to focus on the video, staring at the blowjob on screen and letting his mind go blank.

With each thrust into his mouth he sees her ass bounce up and down and her breasts swing as she slides up and down the cock not dissimilar from the one now fucking his face. If only he could be at home jerking off to his, rather than being someone else's self-lubricating fleshlight. But even if it's not what he wants to imagine, the taste of the precum dripping onto his tongue, and the rhythmic pounding of his mouth, somehow make him feel like he's there with them. He doesn't imagine that he is the girl; he wants to be the one getting sucked, after all. But as Tyler pumps himself in and out of his mouth, Josh can't help but feel that he can better imagine the sensation of himself being slobbered over by the girl on screen.

As these thoughts coalesce in his mind, Tyler's thrusting becomes more and more intense, until suddenly he stops pumping, instead holding Josh's head as far down his cock as it will go, and Josh can feel a warm eruption of cum spurting out at the back of his mouth.

Finally, it's almost over, he thinks. Not wanting to have to taste it, he tries to swallow before much of it can drip forward onto his tongue, still protected by the massive shaft pressed against most of its surface. This works a little, though it feels a bit awkward.

He waits for another second or two, still watching the blowjob on screen, the actors unaware that Tyler has already blown his load. Soon, though, Tyler recovers, and releases Josh's head. He slides it free of the cock that until now has been filling it, swallowing the rest of the cum as he does so. That has to be worth a few points, he thinks. And at least I don't have to touch it.

He sits up next to Tyler, and looks forward at the porn, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Embarrassed, he realizes that he was so successful in blanking his mind and focusing on that, that his own cock is standing at attention in front of him. He feels suddenly embarrassed as he realizes how effective an actor he has been, and that now they all think he's got hard from blowing Tyler. Hopefully this has been enough to satisfy whoever is behind the curtain.