Yes. For about two minutes.

N-No... he wouldn't... not a guy, not someone he had just met... Not even if he had a ten inch dick... a big, throbbing rod, with plump, churning balls full of cum swining below it... Eyes half-lidded and unfocused, Chris tried to get the burning lust under control, but it wasn't even a losing battle anymore. Only sheer, paralyzing pleasure was keeping him in place, and his lips felt sooo tingly, sooo good... Parting them slightly, Chris let his tongue slip out and ran its tip over his upper lip, barely realizing the impressed whistle Shawn gave in reaction.

Suddenly, Chris felt a hand on his cheek, the tip of something fleshy and rigid caressing his lip, sending sparks across his vision, and the surfer instinctively leaned forwards to suck it into his mouth, lips sealed tightly around the stiff length. Chris folded his tongue around it, letting it run along the underside, trying to coax his prize from the tip...

Chris brow knit in confusion. The thing in his mouth didn't feel right at all. It was fleshy and rigid, yes, but there was a hard part at the tip, not the spongy glans that should reward him with salty, cloying pre, and there was a knuckle right behind the tight seal of his lips ...

"Holy shit, this bitch is wild!" Shawn laughed, causing Chris to look up at him through hazy eyes, never letting up in his suckling and slurping. Oooh, that was what was happening... Shawn had only given the surfer his thumb to suck on. How mean, didn't he know Chris needed something more? Something drooling sticky...

"Mmngh, pleashe" Chris moaned around the questing digit, his words barely understandable. But his ****, pleading eyes got the point across pretty well. "Pleashe let ngeeh... I wa-ngha..."

"Damn, you can't wait for it, huh?" The frat bro grinned, taking the Margarita Chris was still clutching in both hands and set it down on the counter. "Well then, let me... indulge you."

Getting up, Shawn pulled his thumb out of Chris' mouth with a slurping pop, much to the surfer's disappointment. Sure, it was no dick, but it still felt so nice to let his sensitive lips slide over it...

"C'mon, I got something much bigger for you to suck on," Shawn leered, stroking his bulge through his pants. It had definitely swelled - the Alpha Tau Zeta member was already getting hard! The realization made Chris drool, and he had to frantically swallow so he didn't drip any on his shirt. Shawn pulled Chris close, grabbing Chris' ass with one hand and kneaded one cheek roughly, making the surfer gasp. He felt his own cock straining against his boxer briefs, creating a minuscule bulge, but the feeling was strangely distant, unimportant compared to the sensations on his lips and nipples.

As Shawn led the surfer towards the restrooms, Chris' whole focus was on the rather impressive bulge between the frat boy's legs. Ignoring the rather crass comments from the other Alpha Zeta Taus and the half inquisitive, half worried looks the amazon and her blonde companion were giving the pair, Chris let his hand slip behind Shawn's waistband, sliding over well-manscaped pubic hair until he reached the throbbing, tumescent shaft pressing against the fabric confining it. Chris couldn't suppress a yearning sigh, prompting a chuckle from Shawn.

"Jeez, at least wait until we're in the restroom," the frat bro laughed, his own hand traveling upwards from Chris' ass to his bulging breast, squeezing it until his finger sunk into the soft orb. While Chris appreciated the sensation, he was much more interested in testing Shawn's hardness with two fingers, earning a lustful groan.

While Chris was trying to push his hand deeper into Shawn's pants and fish out the pulsing fuckstick within, the frat bro had manoeuvred the two of them into the bar's restroom. Due to the low turnout of patrons, it was actually clean - thankfully. Shawn walked them over to the counter housing the pair of sinks and sat down on the edge before moving to push Chris down on his knees in front of the frat bro, but he needn't have bothered; as soon as the pair had stopped moving, Chris dove down between Shawn's legs, frantically scrabbling at his fly until his trembling fingers managed to open it. Yanking down the shorts and boxers, the surfer couldn't surpress an excited gasp when the engorged, uncut shaft sprang out, its plump head hitting Chris' cheek and smearing it with heavenly, hot pre-cum.

Shawn's cock was huge! It almost looked bigger than the one that had taught Chris the joys of dicksucking, back at the beach... The surfer briefly shot Shawn a huge, excited smile which the frat member returned in kind, obviously proud of the reaction his hunk of manmeat caused. The smile turned into a surprised gasp when Chris dove forwards, mouth gobbling up inch after inch of thick, salty cock until he felt it hit the back of his mouth, plugging his throat. Not that he let that slow him down, gag reflex curiously absent as Chris felt Shawn's cock stretch his esophagus, an obscene bulge travelling down the surfer's neck until its end almost reached the point between Chris' clavicles, his nose pressed deeply into Shawn's pubes. Inhaling his scent deeply, Chris dimly realized that he shouldn't even be able to breathe with a neck full of cock, but as it wasn't even the weirdest change that had happened to him today, the surfer ignored it.

"H-holy fuck!" Shawn cursed, gripping the edge of the counter tightly with both hands. "You're taking it so damn deep..."

Chris hummed happily, making Shawn shiver lustfully as the vibrations travelled through his shaft. Not only did the Alpha Tau Zeta member taste and feel exquisite, but having the aggressive flirter completely at his mercy was actually kind of fun. Twisting his tongue around Shawn's length, Chris slid the turgid cock back out of his mouth, brows briefly knitting as he felt his lips stretch just a tad further than normal, cheeks once again pressing against his teeth as Chris sucked down hard, the groan Shawn gave in reaction thrilling the surfer immensely. Somewhere along the line, his hands had found his tits, nipples straining against the shirt, and begun playing with them through the fabric.

"Oh fuck, what's... y-your tongue, it's... damn!" His dick twitching in Chris' mouth, Shawn let loose a long stream of curses and expletives, testament to what Chris was doing to his dick.

It motivated the surfer to kick it up a notch, heart beating even faster in anticipation of the prize he could feel being prepared every time Shawn's heavy, churning nuts pressed against Chris' chin. He sent the tip of his tongue questing under Shawn's foreskin, stretching it as Chris twirled his tongue around the bloated, spongy head, and finally, finally the surfer felt the first salty droplet form. Greedily licking it off, Chris peeled back Shawn's foreskin by coiling his tongue around the frat bro's glans and then let this ring slide forwards along Shawn's length, more drops of sticky pre-cum coating the parts of Chris' tongue still slipping over Shawn's slit.

"Wha... what's up with... your tongue is... weird...?"

Instead of an answer, Chris brought the full length of his tongue to bear, letting it slip through the tight seal his lips formed around Shawn, and twisted it around the frat member's length, curling around his scrotum while Chris suckled on the drooling head, relishing in the explosions of flavor that were making him dizzy. Fixing Shawn with an intense gaze from below, Chris felt a smile tug at his lips and eyes, slowly milking the cock in his mouth with his snake-like tongue while he slowly slid his head back and forth, revelling in the delicious thrill it sent through his lips.

"Whoa, that's... freaky," Shawn, whispered, but he sounded not disgusted, but astonished - and aroused. "Nnngh, keep it up, bitch, I'm... so fucking hard..."

Not that he had to tell Chris. The surfer felt as if he was sucking on a steel-rod covered with musky velvet, Shawn's strong heartbeat on his tongue. The droplets of pre were coming more often now, filling Chris' mouth with their heavenly aroma. His tongue still milking Shawn, the tip caressing his plump, overly full balls, Chris once again dove forwards, swallowing all of Shawn until not an inch remained outside the surfer's eager mouth, before he moved backwards again, lips clinging to the frat bro's twitching member as they stretched obscenely, as if unwilling to let it go. Loud slurping filled the restroom, interspersed with greedy moans from Chris. The salty pre had only renewed his need for the real deal, and he was beginning to move faster now, his tongue squeezing Shawn's balls as if it could **** them to spill their sticky contents.

Chris could feel his saliva covering Shawn's dick, making it nice and slippery as the surfer fucked his own throat, bouncing back and forth on his haunches, boobs jiggling in his hands. But no matter how good pinching and twisting his nipples felt, the pleasure buzzing through his lips and tongue overshadowed the sensations by far. Every time Chris reached the tip of Shawn's impressive length, the glans almost slipping out, the surfer shot a glance up at the muscular frat bro, delighting in lust-addled, panting expression on his face. Using the back of his tongue to play with Shawn's purple helmet caused the frat bro to throw his head back in pleasure, a deep, drawn-out groan rising from his broad chest. From below, it seemed even bigger, Shawn's pecs bulging out and stretching his shirt as he arched his spine.

"Ngoh fuck... get ready, bitch," Shawn grunted, his hips slowly bucking. "I can feel it coming..."

"Mmmnngh!" Chris squealed around the throbbing cock filling his mouth, eager to finally taste his prize - and the vibrations sent Shawn over the edge.

"Take it all, you slut!" The frat boy roared, grabbing Chris' head with both hands and rammed his cock into the surfer's gullet until the fat head once again stretched Chris' neck. Shawn's cock pulsed, swelled - and then Chris felt the Alpha Tau Zeta's hot cock milk explode deep into his throat.

The surfer began to struggle, trying to push himself away from Shawn with tears welling up in his eyes. This wasn't what he wanted! With Shawn's sticky seed spurting into him like this, Chris was entirely unable to taste any of it! Or rather, he should have been: eyes going wide, Chris could feel the heavenly taste of cum bloom on the very back of his tongue. It made sense, in a weird way; to pull almost a foot of tongue back into his mouth, it had to be attached somewhere deep down his gullet. And there had to be taste buds down there as well.

Immediately, Chris ceased his fruitless pushing and shoving, instead laughing happily as he looked up at Shawn, who was still erratically humping the surfer's face as he **** the last drops of cum out of his cock. For Chris, this was the best of both worlds - his throat felt so full, so heavenly distended, and yet he could relish the taste. But once again, disappointment was mixed into his bliss. The taste paled against that of the girl at the beach, and the volume couldn't hold a candle to Steve's...

But Shawn differed from Steve in another aspect: Once he had emptied his balls, the frat member's cock didn't wilt in the slightest, instead getting harder than ever. Pushing Chris' head backwards until his cock slid out of the surfer's mouth with a loud, slurping 'POP', Shawn turned the titboy's face up at him, grinning at the way Chris' tongue pulled his lips into the lewd 'o' shape the surfer already knew from the mirror.

"Damn, you're the best cocksucker I know," Shawn said, the praise filling Chris with a strange kind of pride. The frat bro grabbed Chris under his arms and lifted him up on the counter effortlessly, sliding his hand under the surfer's shirt to roughly cup one breast, thumb playing over the throbbing nipple. "But I'm not a two pump chump. Get ready for round two!"