Pile of Shorts - 750 Word Project

I would like to express my thanks to my editor RF Fast who helped me produce this story. It was written for the 2026, 750 Word Challenge, details of which can be found in LITEROTICA NEWS on the landing page.

Below the **** line is exactly 750 words.

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Four to six weeks doesn't sound like a long time, but it's a bloody eternity when you have both of your wrists in plaster casts. I needed to do something, so using the voice activation on my phone, I called my best friend George.

"Hey George, it's me Andrew."

"Hey Andrew, how's it going? How's the wrists?"

"That's the thing, I have something that needs sorting out and you are the only one I could think of who can help."

George went quiet at the other end of the phone before he replied cautiously, "OK then what do you want me to do?"

"Best you come over, my parents are out until six so now is good."

After the call ended, I was worried if I was doing the right thing or whether I was asking too much of George. I was about to call him back when I heard his voice at the back door, "Hey Andrew...it's me...where are you?"

"UPSTAIRS!"

George walked in and went bright red but couldn't keep his eyes off my cock which was rock hard and pointing up at the ceiling. He stammered, "You are naked. You always said if I even looked at you sideways you would beat me to a pulp "

I had always known George was gay and when he came out to me on his 18th birthday, it didn't come as any shock. We had a long conversation, the summary of which was that I wasn't gay and had no desire to be converted or even experiment. In return for him not looking at me in a sexual way, I wouldn't beat him to a pulp. With the relationship boundaries clear between us, we formed Wham.

We had been recording for a couple of years and were getting closer to breaking into the big time, but falling off stage and breaking both my wrists set our progress back a little.

I was sure my balls were turning blue from my stored-up seed. I tried using my fingertips but that didn't work. I even tried jamming my member between the mattress and the bed but that didn't work either. My cock wept from its one eye like it was crying that I didn't love it anymore.

"I need you to make me cum," I blurted out, not able to think of another way to say it.

George laughed, "You mister dead straight macho guy want me mister wimpy fag guy to get you off?"

I could feel myself blushing but was in a fix, three weeks without cumming had me doubled over in agony.

"Yes...for fuck's sake. You keep telling me you have a magic mouth so now prove it."

"Where's your manners?" George said wagging his finger.

"You are bloody enjoying this aren't you...okay please...pretty please...satisfied?"

George smiled and reaching out began to caress my cock. I could feel my member pulse in his hand as he stroked. Closing my eyes I surrendered to the pleasure. I wanted to protest but knew I couldn't deny the gratification he was giving me. I felt his warm wet mouth fasten around the head, sucking me in. His mouth was amazing, better than anything I had ever experienced with a girl and his touch was making my balls boil.

Watching his head bobbing up and down, my brain was in turmoil. On the one hand the feeling was amazing, but on the other hand this was a guy sucking my cock. I felt a sharp pain as his finger penetrated my hole as he started to finger fuck me as he used his magic mouth.

"Fuck I'm cumming," I groaned. Most of my ex-girlfriends would stop at that point before finishing me with their hand, but he simply kept going, if anything sucking harder.

With a loud yell I unloaded three weeks of seed into his throat and George gripped the base of my shaft, masturbating me into his eager mouth, milking every drop.

When he had finished draining me, I lay back exhausted but at the same time totally relieved.

"That was amazing George, I'll admit you do have a magic mouth."

"My pleasure Andrew and no need to worry, this will remain between us."

We both went quiet before I said, "You don't think you could help me out on a regular basis, do you?"

"Sure no problems. My singing coach says it's good for my tonsils... well so he keeps telling me as he is cumming in my mouth."