The Conrad Conundrum Pt. 02

I sat at my desk, embraced by the comfort of my home and a throw blanket. As I perused the internet, an advertisement for tank tops popped up. The model who showcased the tanktop was a well-endowed woman. Her bosom attracted my eye like a fly to a lantern. She squeezed them together. I became thirsty all of a sudden. That's when water poured from offscreen and dampened the model's chest. The tanktop did little to hide her breasts. Her deep cleavage and puffy nipples could easily be seen.

"Nice! Mind if I join you?" Conrad appeared next to me. I was jumpscared by the fact his pants were already down and his prick bulged in his palm. He thrusted forward and merged his dong into the ad. The bodacious model let out an erotic cry as he dick punched her in the mouth. I jumped sideways out of fright, and promptly left the dream.

I rolled sideways and rammed my head into the headboard. The thud rang my noggin, and I groaned with agony.

A knock at the door catapulted me to attention. My morning wood saluted under the covers. I panicked that whoever knocked would step in and get a view worthy of OnlyFans. However, Jiannan spoke through the closed door.

"Hey, Ben, are you alright in there? Or are you trying to bounce, too?" my polite friend asked.

"I'm good. Just... let me get dressed," I slipped into my clothes. The underwear remained off, and I tucked it under the bed for now. I picked up on the way he phrased his question, "Did Conrad leave?"

"Without a word," Jiannan sounded annoyed. "He sent me a text. Said he needed to resolve something with his landlord."

I adjusted my clothes and combed my hair with my fingers. I opened the door, and saw that Jiannan was freshly cleaned and dressed. His countenance was poisoned by Conrad's rude departure. I matched my friend's exacerbation, "Well, damn, guess I'm walking home. Good thing it isn't too far..."

Jiannan snorted a laugh, "Hah, we'll have to get him back for this. But how about some food before you head out? I haven't eaten yet."

Jiannan made us seasoned scrambled eggs, grilled sausage, and toast. A hearty meal to start the day. As we ate, Jiannan asked about the night, from the movie to my rest. I didn't say much in the way of Conrad's secret. I knew if I told him, Jiannan would become jaded by it. I wouldn't blame him, but I wouldn't want our friend group to split over stupidity such as that. My plan was to confront Conrad and try to convince him to tell Jiannan himself. That way he could apologize on top of it.

"I don't understand Conrad. He was so hellbent on hanging out. Why bolt?" Jiannan tapped his fork against his plate. "Do you think I was too harsh on him last night?"

"I don't know... I think we're just busy adults with busy schedules. I should leave soon. Lemme go grab my phone from the room," I excused myself from the table. I cleaned up the dishes, darted upstairs, grabbed my purposely left behind phone, nabbed the purposely hidden underwear, and left. I shouted my appreciation for breakfast as I ran out the front door.

Poor Jiannan, abandoned by his friends.

Granted, I wasn't blameless. I regret not 'waking up' and stopping Conrad. I regret giving into my primal urges -- and nearly getting caught in the process.

And yet... those urges awoke something inside of me. When I got back to my apartment, I stepped into the living room with festering curiosity. My apartment, by-the-by, was a small place worth only half my paycheck. The living room was the central space, with a small kitchen to the left and two rooms in the back. One room is where I caught Zs. The other was my media center -- I did everything on the internet there. It contained a recording corner with a green screen, a computer worthy of video editing, and a desk setup reminiscent of a Twitch streamer, underglow lights and all.

I dunked my underwear into my laundry hamper, stripped to nothing, and plopped into my computer chair. The curiosity that lingered guided my fingers as I typed 'blowjob' into my internet browser.

Since middle school, I'd always had a girlfriend. Two total, but each spanned my life up until now, years into my college career. Katherine, my current ex, had been my sweetheart since high school. We were each other's first, and maintained a regular sex life. However, during my relationships, I never once searched up porn. I always felt like it would be similar to cheating -- ogling other women, masturbating to them, etc.

Yet, being single now, my sexual energy turned stagnant. Conrad's activity and wanton exploration opened that door for me, ironically enough. The internet was an infinite expanse for all things lewd. It presented all the ingredients to find preferred fantasies.

I spent that morning watching porn. Key tags included blowjob, licking, milf, and deepthroat. Some of the miscellaneous suggestions took me in different directions, like with anal videos or petite women. Regardless of where I ended up, the exposure to so much stimulus made me rock hard. I masturbated without a second thought. I was entranced, but in the end, I didn't last long.

I decided that between social media posts and working, I would continue my digital adventures. I watched a wide spectrum of boobs jiggle, cocks flop, and booties bounce. It was hypnotizing.

However, I started to pick up on a pattern. Nine out of ten videos were mediocre or straight up bad. I'd surf for a solid ten minutes before finding a gem that really grabbed me by the balls. One such video was of a desperate sister being blackmailed by her brother. It really wasn't the incestuous nature that drew me to the video -- though the internet REALLY likes its incest porn -- but rather the actors. They were phenomenal in their roles, and really sold authentic emotions. It made the inevitable sex scene so much hotter. Watching the woman start off reluctant, and slowly give in to that primal urge, was fucking hot.

The guy had a nice cock, too.

Three days into the week, I started to see the group text blow up. Jiannan and Conrad were responding to one another about the coming weekend. We planned to have a second movie night with the It's Darkest Before Dawn sequel. Conrad hyped it up as the greatest piece of cinema, while Jiannan casted doubt. However, it was an opportunity for old friends to spend time together. I only replied to confirm I'd be there. I limited my interaction with Conrad.

I prepared myself mentally to confront him about his secret act.

The weekend rolled in sooner than anticipated, all thanks to a bloated work schedule. Jiannan picked me up this time, and we were already settled into the movie room by the time Conrad arrived twenty minutes past the scheduled time.

"I've come to claim my revenge, and show what a true maverick can do!" Conrad quoted the movie as he entered the room. The doofus wore grey shorts and a simple beige t-shirt. I did everything in my power not to glance at his crotch. We shook hands and shoulder bumped. I had to act naturally in front of Jiannan, and wait for a moment where I could get Conrad alone.

That moment didn't come before the movie. Jiannan provided popcorn and soda this go around. We all assumed the same placement as last time. My gut did that weird sensation thing when you get nervous. I kept darting my eyes over at Conrad. The guy remained enraptured with the sequel the entire time.

I... checked his crotch. The shorts he wore weren't too tight. However, anytime he adjusted in the seat, I eventually pinpointed the outline of his bulge. I felt like I was checking for weapons, but Conrad had a concealed carry.

An hour in and Jiannan sighed louder than the machine gun killing spree. I perked up, "What's wrong?"

"I wanted to give the sequel a chance because I heard it's better than the first. Yet here I am dozing off again," Jiannan gathered up his trash and stood. He gave us a small bow, "I'm not letting the movie knock me out again. I'm going to bed. You guys enjoy yourselves"

"Oh..." my nerves became rattled. I wanted to be alone with Conrad to talk to him about last weekend, but actually finding myself in that situation made me anxious.

"Your loss, dude! The climax is top notch," Conrad winked. That bastard! I knew what he was thinking! Then he addressed me, "Whaddabout you? Gonna ditch me?"

Act natural, I told myself. I shrugged my mouth, "Uh, nah, it's not that bad. I can deal with it."

Jiannan chuckled, "Don't stay up too late, now. And please keep the volume down."

And there I was, alone with the pervert. In a quiet, private room with the pervert. A pervert with a respectable size...

"Hey, Ben," Conrad startled me out of my space out. He didn't seem to catch on, "I appreciate you sticking around. I know these movies aren't interesting, but I'm at least glad I can share them."

He sounded defeated. Maybe Jiannan was actually being too hard on him. I course corrected, "No, man, it's fine. I can actually turn my brain off and enjoy movies like this, unlike Jiannan. He can be too analytical sometimes."

Conrad feigned a smile, "Yeah, I guess. I know I can be a handful. I suppose time away from you guys made me realize how annoying I can be. Yet, you stick around. Thanks for that."

Color me surprised. I hadn't expected a heartfelt retrospective with Conrad, especially in the midst of my anxiety. Maybe I didn't have anything to worry about. Whatever stress he was dealing with last week, including the method he chose to relieve it, wasn't mine to judge. Sure, I saw his dick. Big whoop. It'll be my dirty little secret, and I'll just move on.

"We're friends, man. Through and through," I gave a thumbs up. Conrad didn't feign the smile that time. We fell silent and watched the main character finish a long drive to an old friend's house.

Dreariness came to me shortly thereafter. I still suspected that Conrad would want to watch porn and masturbate. I decided to skirt the idea with some questions, "Hey, Conrad, are you planning to sleep in here again? Which room do you want?"

Conrad patted his chair, "This room is sufficient. My throne shall be here and here alone."

I didn't bother with another question, or even confront him. I had to make a choice, though. If I left and went to bed, and Conrad polished the pole, it'd reinforce a bad habit. If I pressed him on it, he'd likely clamp shut or play dumb. I could 'fall asleep' and catch him walking the dog.

After a few more minutes, a yawn escaped me. I took the bold route. I leaned over to the right and cuddled up into the lounge chair's arm. Here, I could easily see the big screen and Conrad both, even when I squinted my eyes.

Then I 'fell asleep'.

I drew still, took steady breaths, and relaxed. My insides buzzed nervously. It only took a few more moments of unbearable anticipation for the movie to suddenly fall silent.

"Ben?" Conrad whispered. There it was; I kept the facade going. He said my name again, but I was going to stick with it until he compromised himself. The final check he made was, "Are you awake, bud?"

My silence answered him. I heard him stand, creep over to the movie shelves, made a selection, and then skulked over to the media center. He inserted something into one of the devices, and repositioned himself in his chair. He ruffled for a second. He lightly took a seat and started the movie.

"I'll go ahead and skip the boring parts, if you don't mind, Ben," Conrad talked to me. He fastforwarded the film to a desired point and hit play. Two people macking on one another and sucking air played at low volume. Conrad moaned, "Oooh, yeah. Now that's more like it. This is the good shit."

It was time. The same adrenaline from last week overwhelmed me. I prepared to face that which haunted me all week long. I half-opened my eyes and took in the sight of Conrad holding onto his tallywacker. It flopped in his grasp as he jerked. It looked so heavy. Its girth widened and its length stuck out farther as it became harder. In only a few moments, Conrad had a full erection.

I froze. Even with the anticipation, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the second weekend in a row where Conrad had the guts to masturbate in the same room as a friend. I wanted to speak, to hop to my feet, and scare the bajeebers out of Conrad. Yet, I found myself perplexed. My curiosity overtook me once more, and I gazed over at the movie screen.

Two completely naked chicks were making out, one on top of the other. Their breasts were docked together, and impassioned tongues danced in each other's mouths. Their erotic breathing and strained expressions were nothing short of hot. Seeing the top one's plump ass moving side to side was like a pendulum. After a week of trash porn videos, seeing something so high quality struck a chord with me. My pants became a lot tighter.

"Don't wake up, Ben..." Conrad pleaded with a dumb laugh. He must not have been able to tell my eyes were ever-so-slightly open. I even checked his status, and saw him happily beating his meat while talking to me. He grabbed his cock at the base and slapped its heavy shaft into his other palm, "I'm so lucky you're a heavy sleeper. If you woke up right now, you'd get a big surprise."

Tch, if only he knew...

"You'd see my thick cock and get so jealous. You'd see my fat balls and know what alpha cock is all about."

Okay, dude, calm down. What kind of dirty talk is this?

"Gah, if you woke up right now that'd be so fuckin' hot. I'd be in so much trouble, but it feels way too good," Conrad sped up. The claps were louder, as if tempting to raise my consciousness. The gut feeling turned into a vibration, and I couldn't shake it. If I woke up, it'd turn him on? I can't wake up now! Why did that dumbass have to say that?! It got even worse, "Wake up and look at my huge cock, Ben. Mmm, fuck, I want you to see my cock..."

Shit... is he for real? Was it just dirty talk? I didn't know what to do. The vibrations numbed me, and my erection became far more sensitive than last time. Actually, before I could realize the problem, Conrad pointed it out, "Why does he have a boner? Ben?"

My eyes shut and I took on the role of a possum. My cock twitched beneath my clothes, and for all intents and purposes, Conrad saw it. This was it. I was caught. He'd know I was awake...

"Oooh, can you hear the porn? Hah, I must be giving him a wet dream. That's hilarious," Conrad continued his masturbation. That's right, how could I forget -- Conrad's an idiot. I mean, it isn't the most farfetched thing. Guys do tend to pop boners in their sleep.

I didn't dare open my eyes. At this point, the embarrassment was too much. All my reasons to confront Conrad went down the drain. I couldn't imagine waking up, satisfying his weird perversion, and doing it all while pitching a tent. I somehow ended up in a lose-lose situation.

"Fuck, this is so hot," Conrad uttered. I heard his juices accompany his beating. So disgusting. He continued, "I wonder if I can do that... I mean, he hasn't woken up. It'd be awesome..."

Do what? What did he mean? I heard him stand up and move behind the lounge chairs. My sixth sense allowed my third eye to picture what was happening. He stumbled behind my lounge, close to my shoulder. The proximity of his shifting hand, and the slight moisture of his cock, brought on a realization. Conrad masturbated right next to my face.

"Oh man, yes..." Conrad whispered. His thing must have been inches from my ear, because I heard every brush. Conrad breathed, "This is so fucked up. But it's way too hot to stop."

Conrad, you dumbass! I screamed internally, and felt so violated. I couldn't unfreeze myself. I couldn't bear the idea of facing him, only to be cock slapped by my stupid friend.

I eeked open one eye to contextualize the room some more. The lesbians were still at it on the television, one of them tongue deep in a pussy. I checked Conrad's chair -- and his pants were on the floor. He didn't have pants on! He was fully committed to this.

"I wonder..." Conrad said. The wet sound of masturbation intensified next to me. He quickly jerked, and it made the most lewd noises. I could even hear his balls swinging against his thighs. I couldn't hear the lesbians anymore. After a bit of this, Conrad chuckled, "You can sleep through anything, huh? Gah, if you woke up and saw my huge cock... I bet you'd get jealous. You'd desire this alpha cock almost immediately."

This guy...

"Actually..." Conrad moved. He bumped a thigh against my right shoulder, and I didn't have time to register his movement. Conrad's cock slid into my view. The choked head bulged inches from my face, and his shaft stretched across my blurred vision. I couldn't see the lesbians; I couldn't even see the room. Conrad put his dick right up to my face. He didn't jerk it, but let it linger.

I could smell it; it had a wholly unique scent, like metallic pears. I'm almost certain if I stuck my tongue out, I'd...

"Oh man, oh man, I can't believe I'm doing this..." Conrad's whispers were infused with panic. I started to feel like Conrad was doing this as some sort of sexual game. Did he really want me to wake up, or did he enjoy the risks of almost being caught?

I slightly opened my other eye. Conrad's full mass was perfectly framed in my sights. I wanted to gawk -- it seemed massive when it was right in my face. This is what people saw when giving blowjobs. The porn videos from throughout the week flooded my mind. I recalled women wrapping their lips along the shaft and slurping, men grabbing heads and shoving their cocks throat deep, and sprays of cum that plastered faces. I eyeballed his testicles. They looked plump, or maybe it was the proximity. Shit... the smell was intoxicating. It did something to my mind. I couldn't really control my breathing anymore, and I let out long breaths.

Conrad took note, "Woah... now that feels good. That's a good whore. Satisfy that alpha cock. Keep blowing, slut. Hehe, blow me, Ben. Hahaha..."

Great, now I was unintentionally giving him sexual gratification. I couldn't wake up, and I couldn't actually sleep. He found this all so funny, and I was stuck with pie on my face. I closed my eyes, and mentally soothed myself. Granted... a part of me liked having some control. Hearing a dude groan wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be.

The sexual deviancy made it difficult to control my breathing. It hastened, and Conrad's cock twitched with each blow.

"Oh shit... he's doing it? Oooh, I'm influencing his dreams. Dude is fully in it now. That's so cool. I'm such a lucky fucker," Conrad concluded the wrong thing. A true idiot. Yet, this gave him an idea, "Maybe I can influence it some more. Please work, please work... hey, Ben, open your mouth. S-stick out your... tongue..."

Fuckin'... how in the world did it come to this? My friend wanted to claim my mouth, while I 'slept'. I could always pretend I didn't hear it. Roll over and deny him. I could do so many things to end this.

"C'mon, slut, open up. Let me see you open your mouth," Conrad desperately repeated.

His words echoed many blowjob videos I watched. With my eyes closed, my mind easily filled in the darkness with a collage of women giving oral. They were so into it, and made it look... fun. Conrad's cock smelled okay, and I had never been so sexually stimulated before. My cock ached and moistened the inside of my underwear.

This is wrong, I told myself.

I opened my mouth.

This is so wrong, I couldn't convince myself.

I slowly stuck my tongue out.

This is very wrong.

The hissing noise Conrad made embodied euphoria. His breathing became haggard, just like mine, as we both committed to our lewd natures. Conrad's shaft slid sideways across my tongue.

I've eaten pussy. One must be courteous. There was an undeniably delicious flavor that pussy had. A sweetness and smell that attracted me like bees to honey. Additionally, I never expected to taste a man. I wasn't stalwart against it, and figured I'd be exposed to these things eventually. Conrad's member was coated in precum. I'm not gonna lie; it enlightened my taste buds. Not exactly the same sweetness as a pussy, but similar enough. It was warm, and the foreskin's softness made it pleasant. Conrad petted my tongue and easily hotdogged his member between it and my upper lip. He wasn't shy, and thoroughly coated my mouth with his juice. He dragged his bulbous head along it, too. The wiggle brought about a dollop of precum upon the center of my tongue. He spread it like butter on toast. The butter was nice.

"Holy shit... holy shit, I'm so lucky..." Conrad laughed like a dumbie. I couldn't blame him; he was enjoying the mouth of an internet fuckboy. He stuttered, "Ben, you're such a dirty guy. Letting another man rub his dick on you. I bet you love it, huh? What's that -- you want more? Yeah, yeah, beg for it..."

Shut up, Conrad. Such silly dialogue made me want to roll my eyes. I decided to just focus on his cock. He really pressed it against me. With my saliva all over it now, the smell intensified. The concoction even dripped from my tongue. I needed to masturbate, or at least free my own. Damn you, Conrad, you selfish prick. Somehow I convinced myself that licking his cock knowingly was getting back at him. Since he thought I was unconscious. But that didn't make much se...

"Oooh..." Conrad grunted. His shaft flexed on my tongue's tip, and then I heard droplets splatter on my chair's arm rest. He came?! Conrad shot some more, and firmly pressed the side of the shaft up against my upper lip. It scrunched my nose up a bit, and flooded my senses with nothing but a discharging wanker. His balls kissed my cheek, and I felt the last pulse in them as they lifted up, and then relaxed down.

"Ah, crap... crap..." Conrad panicked. He removed his cock from my face. I heard the door click open, and he left. I quickly opened my eyes to examine the damage. It was hard to tell in the dark room, but large splotches of white cream decorated the leather. He somehow missed me entirely; lucky me. I was stunned silent, and horny as hell.

I made another man cum.

Soon enough, Conrad came bumbling back, and I acted asleep. He carefully wiped up the mess with what sounded like paper towels.

"Hehe, my bad, An. That felt so much better than my hands. Fuck, I want more..." Conrad really had a bad habit of talking to himself. After cleaning up, he put his pants on. He let out a sigh, and said, "Welp, hope you enjoy the wet dream, buddy. I sure did, hehe..."

Conrad maneuvered to the movie room door and clicked it shut. His stomps faded away as he headed for a guest room. I peeled my eyes open in the dark theater room. Still on screen, having left it running like an irresponsible teenager, was the lesbian porn. They sixty-nined, and it currently showed a zoom in of their oral work. I watched how their tongues flicked across their clits. They were totally into each other.

I had a numb mind, a shaking body, and a rigid boner. All I could see in the darkness was the phantom form of a huge dong in my face. With Conrad gone to bed, I could safely lower my pants. My stiff member sprang out, beyond overjoyed for some TLC. I took my underwear in hand and used it as a glove. I masturbated to the lesbians, to the thought of Conrad's cock, and with the taste of his precum fresh on my lips.

What just happened was so fucked up...

When I came less than a minute later, it was the most intense release I ever had. There goes another pair of underwear.