[SHR] Don't Lose Your Head - Part 3: A Nocturnal Emission

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Xoxos_Petals/comments/1cistuw/shr_dont_lose_your_head_part_2_a_tape_measure/)

Ever since texting Adelia, Kirk couldn't get the thought of Kirby's cock out of his mind. 

Thankfully, Kirby wasn't a jerk about it. He'd known him for years, since middle school, knew he was gay, and always treated him as a regular guy. He was there when that gang beat him up in high school, took him to the hospital, then made sure he mad it safe at home and even made up a story to his parents about how he'd gotten hit while riding his bike.

Kirk would do anything to support Kirby.

They even got an apartment together in college. Didn't judge him for how he made money when he would bring home different men every weekend. And when that guy broke his jaw, Kirby was there in seconds to kick that guy's ass and throw him out on the street.

He half expected Kirby to say nowhen he made his offer a year ago. It would help both of them -- knocking money off the rent would mean he wouldn't have to take paid men in to appease his oral fixation. And Kirby, once he'd experienced Kirk's well-honed oral skills when they were drunk one night, didn't make it weird by laying expectations.

Just take it as it comes, Kirby thought.

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Kirby was always a warm sleeper, never sleeping with more than a sheet, and often kicking it off in the middle of the night.

So, when he was nude, lying on his back, uncovered, with a turgid cock from a vivid dream, Kirk took it as an open invitation to nurse on his manhood. 

In the back of his mind, he did notice it looked a little less long than he was used to, but dismissed it as stress over the session with Adelia. Kirk thought to himself, "Crazy can be fun, but crazy doesn't make for long term relationships," and was glad they'd broken up for good.

His friend deserved someone more devoted to him than her herbal occult.

Kirk took the head of his cock in his mouth, his lips sliding over his foreskin, his tongue tentatively dipping underneath. He tasted the drop of precum on Kirby's dick, relishing in the saltiness. The first taste of precum always sent butterflies in his stomach.

As he took more of Kirby's manhood into his mouth, his fingers slid down the shaft to the small black band around the base. It was a smooth black stone, with a matte finish. Onxy perhaps? 

He felt Kirby's cock against the back of his throat and opened it, ignoring his own well-trained gag reflex.  Kirk gulped, once, twice, three times. It was one of his tricks of the trade -- the pressure of his throat squeezed his client's glans, bringing them closer with the focused attention. His hand pumped the lower hardness.

Kirby started to writhe on the bed, his fingers instinctively clawing into the fitted sheet on his bed as Kirk's head started to bob, his tongue sliding up and down the seam of his penis. Kirk cupped his scrotum, feeling his balls churn, twist. 

He was familiar with how men were when they were about to erupt. And Kirby was close.

He moaned while Kirby's head was against the back of his throat, the vibrations stirring him to his core and making him ever closer. Kirk's hand pumped a more steady pace.

And, when he finally loosed his load, Kirk savored the salty-bitter taste of his cum. His tongue played with Kirby's foreskin, making every effort to clean all his spunk, before sucking as he slid his cock out of his mouth. 

His roommate with a slight smile on his face and a spent dick between his legs, Kirk did his best to slide off the bed without disturbing his slumber. He did this several times a week, and his well-practiced shimmy allowed him to leave his friend alone undisturbed.

-=-=-

Kirk went into his own bed, hard, ready to jerk off over the memory of what just happened. 

He liked to focus on one dick at a time, and now that his roommate's cum was just a thin film in his mouth, he laid back and squeezed his dick.

His finger traced a slow circle around his circumcision scar. He wondered what it was like to be uncut like Kirby. The loose foreskin of his roommate and the smooth head excited him. He'd sucked both cut and uncut cocks, and was fascinated by the texture difference between a head that'd been covered most of its life and one that had been uncovered, like his.

He gave a good lick of his palm, gathering a lot of saliva, and started to pump his own dick. Knowing there were remnants of his friends sperm in the lube was using made it hotter, and he wished he could suck himself. He'd seen videos of that and thought it was so hot.

But his dick felt different. The stroke was taking longer? That didn't make sense. 

He looked down. His dick looked different. Longer, and even a bit thicker? Being a guy, he was intimately aware of how his cock should feel when masturbating, and it definitely felt longer. The usual veins he knew were still there. It was still his. And yet.

As he continued to pump, he thought back to the conversation. How Kirby said he was smaller. How Adelia's clit was bigger. And now his dick was bigger. 

Had he stolen some more cock from his friend?

Kirk's explosion was hot pebbles on his tummy. He took is finger and scooped them up, one by one, and cleaned them with his eager tongue and lips. 

He preferred the taste of Kirby's, but his jizz didn't taste half bad.

His finger traced up and down his piss slit, and he continued to clean himself.

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Xoxos_Petals/comments/1cp4x59/shr_dont_lose_your_head_part_4_a_confrontation/)