You, of Course

Just as you start to worry that Bob will win, you see him slow down his speed, and its that little sign of submission that sets you over the edge. You simultaneously feel joy and pleasure at Bob's choice. He wants to lose as much as you want to win. Now he is eyeing your leaky faucet with a look of relief on his face, starting to speed up his efforts. You don't have much cum - you're doing it almost every day now - but you still have enough to lube up a finger.

"Slow down!" You startle him with your sharp order. "You're not to cum until I let you!" You don't know where this new persona of yours has come from, but it has the desired effect, with Bob nodding and easing up on his tool.

"Now, since you liked it so much last time, I figured I'd feed you some more," you bring up your sticky finger to his face, slowly waving it before his eyes, like a hypnotist with a watch. He parts his lips as he follows with his eyes intently, but he doesn't dare move forward.

"Can I?" He asks, tearing his eyes from your finger to see your nod. He slowly leans forward, catching your wagging digit in the middle of its stroke, and greedily slurps everything he can. Gently, you pull back your hand and let it rest on his muscular chest, idly playing with a hair as you watch Bob savor your taste.

Soon, his chest starts rising stronger beneath your palm, and you move your gaze over to his throbbing cock.

"Can I come?"

"Hmm, I don't know," you pretend to debate as you idly pluck a hair out. You can feel how tense he is now, six pack abs showing as he squeezes down as hard as he can. His cock has turned all red as well, pulsing under the tight grip of his fist.

"Please!"

"Go ahead," He screams as cum shoots out, this time not in a towel, but all over his chest instead. Line after line fires from Bob's aching balls, until more cum than you've ever seen in your life is trickling down his chest. Mesmerized, you watch as it slows and quickens with his frantic breathing, as it worms its way between his abs, and as it pools in his belly button. You look over to your friend's flushed face, closed eyes with a boyish smile, and for the first time you feel butterflies in your stomach. This is easily the hottest thing you've ever seen, and for a moment you seriously consider a kiss.

"Have you ever tasted your cum, Bob?" You break him out of his reverie, and he gives a weak shake of the head.

Smiling, you take your hand off his hairy chest and lick it clean. "Mmmm.... I think you taste even better than I. And you cum like a horse - look at all this mess!" You tease as you once more run a finger through his glistening abs. "And I'm going to have to clean it up all by myself. Unless you want to help?"

He gives a soft moan, not daring to lift a finger himself.

"Is that a yes? Do you want to taste your own cum, Bob?" A nod.

You bring your finger to his mouth and he slowly sucks everything off. Happily, you both take turns eating from your finger until his body is more or less clean.

You lie there on the couch like that for a long while before you awkwardly get up and find something else to do, but neither of you is able to get that moment out of your minds.