Interception: Part Three

Nicky Noxville

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“Look at my penis, Jay. Doesn’t it make you want to walk the tightrope dance?” I heard Harry’s voice coming from all around me.

“It does! It feels like taking a shower on tuesday,” I answered, my voice full of awe.

“Do you want to snort it?”

“Yes! Put the smell in my sniffer!” His foreskin was moving back, and the smell was back!

I’m so hot!

I rolled over and felt the sheets tug and twist. I struggled to free myself, briefly aware of the cool air on my skin before I willed myself back to sleep.

I wanted the smell back.

Harry was standing over me, clothed, his arms crossed.

“Please, Harry, I need to see your penis again,” I pleaded.

“No you don’t,” he said simply.

“I do! Please let me see your penis,” I begged.

“Why would you need to see my penis when you’re already cumming?” He asked

“But I’m not cummiiiiiiiiiiii–”

“Nnnngggggg!” I squealed, my eyes snapping open. I was laying on top of my bed, the sheets and comforter kicked to the floor, and I was cumming all over myself again. It felt good, but I was having trouble enjoying it since it had cost me a chance to see Harry’s penis again. It came to an end, and I lay there panting for a few minutes, waiting for my erection to go down.

It didn’t.

I groaned and climbed out of bed, heading into the bathroom. I stepped into the shower, positioned myself, and then reached out and turned the cold water on all the way.

Cold water rained down on me, and I danced around beneath it, both trying to flee the cold and refusing to let myself get out from under it.

All traces of sleep vanished, but my erection did not.

After a few minutes, I became a little more acclimated to the cold water and was able to just stand still beneath it. I was shivering, every part of me cold except my erection.

It was hot.

It was throbbing.

It was inflamed.

I gave up and reached down to wrap my fingers around it, jerking up and down and closing my eyes to think back to that day, almost a week ago, when Harry had let me see his penis; when he’d let me smell his penis.

And as each day passed, my need to see it again, to smell it again, just grew more intense. I knew why–I was addicted to Harry’s penis.

Harry’s penis.

Harry’s penis.

Harry’s penis.

“Awwwwwww, Haaaarrrrrrryyyyyyyy! I cried out as I came, jizzing all over the shower wall. “I need your peeeeniiiis!” I yelled as the orgasm came to an end. I looked at all the cum dripping down the tiles, and then I realized something.

The showerhead was fixed to the wall, and none of the angles it could be adjusted to would allow me to spray the wall beneath it, where my cum was dripping slowly down.

I couldn’t leave it there!

I sank to my knees in the shower, crawled forward, and started to lick my cum from the tiles, all the while imagining that I was licking up Harry’s cum instead of mine.

My partially deflated penis went immediately rigid all over again, and I reached down to start stroking myself again as I made out with the cum-coated tiles.

It didn’t take me long to shoot my third load of the day onto the shower floor, but it washed away before I could lick it up.

EVAN: So, what’s your favorite thing about Harry’s penis so far?

I stared at the message from my boyfriend as the bus shook and rocked its way down the pothole ridden street, my cock going hard in my jeans as the small amount of self control I’d been able to muster so that I could ride the bus crumbled.

I’d been self aware enough to realize that driving would be dangerous right now, but I needed a few groceries, so I’d taken the bus. Now I was rocking in my seat, leaking through my jeans as we trundled down the road.

I realized that the little old lady with a plastic bonnet protecting her carefully curled hair was watching me with judgment and strong disapproval, so I struggled to sit still, even though all I wanted to do was rub my crotch until I squirted cum down the leg of my jeans.

By the time I had managed to compose myself, we were stopping at the store.

EVAN: Come on, Jay. Tell me what it was. What about it did you like more than anything else? What’s your favorite part of your addiction?

I stumbled and my cart bumped into the shelf, knocking over a few boxes of cereal. I was hard again, and I needed to masturbate.

I knew I shouldn’t have looked!

I shoved my hand into my pants and started frantically stroking myself as much as the limited room would allow. I looked around, making sure that there was nobody to see me jacking off in the cereal aisle.

My brain was looping back over every moment I’d been able to see Harry’s penis, smell Harry’s penis, and I knew that I had only scratched the surface.

So close!

I jerked my hand free as a woman pushed her cart around the corner, chatting away on her phone. I crouched down to pick up the fallen boxes of cereal, and then made a beeline towards the registers.

My phone buzzed again on the bus. This time, I knew better than to look.

It buzzed again, and my cock throbbed.

It buzzed a third time a minute later. I wanted to look, but I didn’t want to get arrested for losing it and masturbating in front of a bus full of strangers.

I managed to make it home and get my groceries put away without looking, but that was it. I put the milk in the fridge, closed the door, and jerked my phone from my pocket.

EVAN: Tell me what it was.

EVAN: Your favorite thing about Harry’s penis.

EVAN: So far.

My face burned red and I squeezed my eyes shut. We’d had a perfectly normal relationship, and one mistake while listening to a hypnosis file that was supposed to add spice to our sex life had changed everything. It’s like he was taking a perverse delight from driving me deeper into addiction to our straight friend’s penis.

Fuck, Harry’s penis!

My fingers moved on their own as I thought about it. The sight of it… The smell…

ME: The smell! Fuck! Harry’s penis smelled so fucking good!

I had already sent the message by the time I realized what I’d actually done.

EVAN: I’m coming over with a present from Harry.

My heart leaped, tugging my cock up with it. A present, from Harry? What could that possibly be? I tried to figure it out, but not for long. My mind went back to reliving the sight and smell of Harry’s penis.

“What are you doing in here?” Evan asked from the kitchen doorway. I turned to look at him and realized that I’d just been standing in front of the fridge thinking about Harry’s penis.

“I… I…”

“Yeah, whatever, come in here and sit down,” he ordered. I followed him and took a seat on the couch. He took out his phone, and I heard the beep as he started recording video. “He wants to see you open your present, and how much you enjoy it,” he explained, and then he handed me a sourcream container.

I took it, and it was clearly not empty, but neither was it full. I tilted it, and I could feel fluid sloshing around inside it.

I held onto the bottom of the container and started to peel off the lid, hearing each snap as the plastic slipped free. The smell hit me when the lid was only half off, and I froze with a gasp.

I knew this smell, sort of. It was way better, but still familiar. I pulled the lid off the rest of the way and tossed it to the side, bringing up the container so that I could smell it more closely.

Smell the cum.

Smell Harry’s cum.

I looked down to see that nearly a third of the container was full of Harry’s cum, and at that exact moment I realized what else I could do with his cum, other than huffing it like permanent markers.

I looked up at Evan, at the camera, and then brought the container up to take a tiny sip.

My first taste of Harry’s cum.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I moaned in delight before taking a second sip.

And a third.

And a fourth.

Each time, I allowed myself to take a little more until I finally just allowed myself the luxury of filling my mouth with Harry’s cum.

While my boyfriend watched, and recorded.

But I needed more!

I swallowed, gasping and panting to catch my breath, and lay back on the couch. I opened my mouth and held the sourcream container over my face, tilting it until a steady trickle of cum started to run into my mouth, over my tongue, and right down my throat as I held my breath. When I couldn’t hold my breath anymore, I swallowed and panted in a new breath, cum spilling over my face, and then went right back to trickling it down my throat until there was none left.

I brought the container down and over my mouth and nose so that I could huff in the fumes from the little bit of cum left behind to evaporate. As I did, I finally went over the edge and started to cream my jeans.

“He’ll be so glad that you liked his present,” Evan said before he stopped recording. “I’ll send him the video right now.”

To be continued...

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