Try to take his load in your mouth

It isn’t the easiest things to try, given the fact that Jana is perched atop you at the moment, but as Zack gets ready to bust a nut, you give in to your desire to taste his jizz. Just as Zack lets out a loud, “It’s gonna be a gusher!” you arch your neck and shoulders and thrust your tongue upward, intercepting the hot, white liquid before it splashes against Jana’s pussy.

Admittedly, it is an awkward maneuver, and you manage to get most of his load on your chin and neck, but enough hits your tongue that you hungrily lap it up, savoring the tangy taste of your best friend’s seed. If you could bend or stretch your neck even further, you’d gladly take his shaft in your mouth and suck every remaining drop out of his rigid cock. As it is, you have to content yourself with the few drops you have succeeded in snagging.

You reach up, placing your hand over Zack’s, pointing his cock downward to better find your mouth as a target. You see a huge, white drop hanging on the end of his shaft, and you just manage to reach it with your tongue and lick it off before it spills.

You close your eyes, savoring the taste. You also realize that rather than satisfy your curiosity about what it would be like to taste Zack’s cum, it has only fueled your lust for him. Even though Jana has yet to finish licking your shaft clean, you feel just as horny now as you did before you busted a nut in the cheerleader’s mouth.

The silence of the room is suddenly very noticeable after the obnoxiously-loud reverberations of the threesome. You open your eyes to see what is going on. Zack is staring down at you, wide-eyed, and open-mouthed. His hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he has stopped jerking off. The only movement in the room is Jana, who continues to slurp away at your cock, as if there was nothing else in the world to occupy her time.

“What the fuck?” says Zack. “I mean — seriously — what the fucking fuck?” He gets off the bed, cock still in hand, and stares at you, aghast.

That’s when it hits you just how foolish it was to give in to the temptation of the moment. You had a really good thing going, and you just blew it with one second of listening to your balls instead of your brain.

“Zack, I —“ You start to explain, but trying to look at him while laying on your back, with your head twisted awkwardly just isn’t cutting it. You direct your attention to Jana and say, “Jana, can you wait for a minute? I need to talk to Zack.” Obediently, she ceases bobbing on your prick and allows you to slip out from under her. You are so distraught over Zack’s reaction that it barely registers when a few more sticky strands of Zack’s spunk drip off her ass onto your chest in the process.

You stand up and face your friend. “Zack, look.... I didn’t....”

Zack does something that would be totally normal for anyone else, but for him, it’s totally out of character. He grabs a pillow and covers up his nakedness. Zack is the least modest person you have ever met and would think nothing of pulling out his cock in front of a total stranger if it afforded him even the slightest chance of getting laid. You have seen him naked more times than you can count, and you’ve had many conversations with him while he was beating off, where he was totally at ease with you seeing every glorious inch of him.

That’s why it is so off-putting to see him hide his dick from you now.

“What the fucking fuck was that?” he asks again. His expression seems to be uncertain as to whether it will show astonishment, anger, or disgust.

“Justin, I didn’t mean...” you try again, but he cuts you off.

“I don’t care what you do on your own time, but I’m no faggot, Justin. What’s next? Were you waiting to bone me while I was bent over Jana?

You struggle for what to say. Zack is genuinely angry, and you actually wonder if he is going to hit you. You take a deep breath and try again. “I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I know you’re not into guys, but I just got caught up in it, and....” You are cut off again, but this time, it is by Jana. She has been sitting at the head of the bed since you and Zack started talking, but now she abruptly gets up, comes over to you, kneels down, and resumes sucking on your dick.

“Jana! Can’t you give it a rest?”

She looks up at you with questioning eyes. “You said to give you a minute. It’s been a minute.” With that explanation, she resumes blowing you.

“For crying out loud,” you grumble. “The one time I have anyone **** for my body, and it has to be a literalist!” You command her to wait on the bed until further instructions from you. You return your attention to Zack and see that the cock-hungry cheerleader has, at least, succeeded in distracting him momentarily from his anger. When he turns his attention back to you, he still looks pissed, but he seems at least willing to listen.