Well, some people suck their thumbs when they sleep. Others...

Who knew how many hours later, Chris slowly woke up. Steve had somehow managed to make both of the surfer bros lie down on the couch, his 'babe' clinging to him tightly, head resting on Steve's chest. And there was this heavenly taste all over his mouth...

Oh boy.

Chris eyes flew open just in time to see Steve's cock bulge with seed, his buddy's hips bucked, and then a scalding hot torrent of seed made Chris' cheeks bulge before he could swallow. Frantically, the surfer tried to catch up, but the sticky mass was incredibly thick, almost jelly-like, and Chris barely managed to make a dent before another, even bigger shot pressed jizz out of his nose and the instinctually tightening seal of his pouty lips. While Steve groaned in his sleep and kept bucking his hips, his cum clogged Chris' maw tightly until he started to feel dizzy from the lack of air.

Finally, accompanied by a deep feeling of regret, Chris had to pull away before every last drop of jizz had found its way into his usually so insatiable maw. The last humongous splurt jettisoned out from the lurching, jumping glans and right onto Steve's face, who awoke with a start. Chris sat up, hacking, sputtering - and then frantically scooping up the hot cum and gulping it down as soon as he could breathe again.

"God, babe, are you - blergh - are you okay?" Scooping jizz out of his eyes, Steve held out one sticky hand towards Chris who greedily sucked it clean, tongue snaking over the digits and palm. "I'm sorry, I... why is that stuff so thick? I didn't mean to..."

Chris felt his heart beat faster, and only partially because of the hearty semen breakfast. There Steve was, having just covered himself in his own jizz, and all he cared about was if Chris was alright. Yesterday too - he'd been so incredibly hard and throbbing, but elected to ignore it in favor of just being there for Chris. Ever since all of this had started, Steve had been so tender, nice, and giving. Granted, it hadn't been that long, and he'd mainly been giving Chris massive amounts of jizz, but still. Somehow, it made Chris want to...

"Mwahmm...." Leaning towards his buddy, Chris planted a shy kiss on Steve's cheek, sucking up the tasty cum still sticking to it.

After licking the cheek clean, Chris pulled back and, face suddenly feeling hot, stared down at his lap. He was not quite sure why he'd just done that. Just to lick up some more jizz? Or was it... It was weird; despite all his conquests, all the women he had slept with, he'd never felt this... warmth, this strange feeling of being protected and cared for. Steve managed to create this just by being next to him, and Chris was unsure how to deal with it. Yes, it felt nice, more than that, even, but reacting to it? Completely new territory for the transformed surfer.

"Hey." The soft call made Chris look up and at an expression he had never seen his friend make. It was gentle, warm, in one word, loving - also, painted white with semen, but that barely diminished it. "It's all good. No need to worry. If it was up to me, you'd never have to worry again."

Chris swallowed hard, a few last strands of cum oozing down his esophagus. This was all too much for him, too fast. Yesterday, he'd been normal, hanging out with his buddy, until that chick at the beach had shown him how awesome sucking dick was. Now he was a big-boobed, long-tongued freak - and Steve had obviously fallen in love with him despite it all. And Chris felt his chest tightening as his room mate's smoldering gaze bored right into his heart.

"W-what?" Chris looked away again, chewing his pouty lip. This was so weird! But not completely bad... "Dude, you're staring..."

"I know. It's just... you've gotten really damn pretty, Chris. I could look at you forever."

"Oh..." It was the first proper compliment about his looks Chris had ever gotten. Sure, there had been comments about his physique in the past, but nothing like this. Suffice to say, it was once again too much for him. "Sh-shut up, man. I... I'm gonna go shower."

The jizz had cooled enough to be nearly non-palatable, so cleaning it off was the best course of action for Chris. It would also give him an out from this intense situation, but that was entirely secondary to Chris. Definitely! Face still burning, he stood up and fle-- walked quickly towards the bathroom. His heart raced even as his cock and nipples pulsed; Chris had barely noticed how horny all the jizz he'd ingested had made him. He wasn't fully hard or anything, but Chris' libido was undeniably heightened. Because of his best friend! And his incredibly thick, long cock... and fat nuts filled with salty cum... and Steve was so nice to him, so supportive...

Chris swallowed hard as he entered the bathroom. He wasn't gay! He... he just loved sucking dick! And his heart had only beaten faster when Steve complimented him and looked at him and... because... Groaning loudly in frustration, Chris quickly stripped, threw his once again cum-stained clothes into the hamper and stepped into the shower. Setting the temperature a little colder than usual, the confused surfer started cleaning himself, trying to figure out his feelings.