Sucking my best friend's cock.
Finding porn magazines when I was young was always such a thrill. So young, yet so horny, my eyes poured over the photos and stories as I stroked myself. Of all the images, none exckted me more than the phone sex ads on the back pages. Yes, it was a long time ago, but it was my first introduction to pictures of sexy soft and hard cock and to gay sex. The small ads showing men with men made me so wonderfully hard and sparky my imagination.
A few years later would be my first encounter and it was with my best friend.
There were subtle and not so subtle hints along the way, but it always seemed as if he was joking. Comments about sucking cock, tasting cum, I had just laughed them off. Maybe I was afraid to show my interest, I never let it show. Besides, girls always seemed to like him, he couldn't be gay.
Then, one morning, like so many others, I walked into his bedroom to wake him. The door was slightly open, he was in his bed and covered with a sheet. As I moved to him, he rolled onto his back and out from under them and he was nude. My eyes washed over his naked form. His tight wrinkled white balls, full, firm and round. His soft, gorgeous cock, laying suggestively on it's side. Urges welled up inside me, my eyes glued to his manhood. There was no denying my lust as I could not take them off of him. "Did he want me to suck him." "Was he offering himself to me?" Thoughts and questions raced in my head. My heart was beating faster. As nervous as I was, his cock called to me like a magnet to steel.
"Was he really asleep?" In my moment of weakness, caught up in my cock lust, a quick test made sense. Quietly, slowly, I touched his bare leg with my finger tips. He did not wake. I silently went and closed his door, his mother was just down the hall. I went back to my friend and again took in the sight of his beautiful cock and balls. Impossible to resist, against all better judgement, I had to feel him on my lips. I watched his face, looking for any sign, as I moved onto the bed with him. The closer I got, the stronger my urge. As if in slow motion, I lowered my cock starved mouth to him. Nervous, trembling, but driven, a second seemed like a minute until my lips found his soft, amazing dick. An impossible to explain pleasure. I felt a moan of ecstasy well up inside me, yet I dared not make a sound.
My lips savoured every moment as they ran along his length and over his tight balls before taking his now swelling cock into my mouth. Feeling him harden, feeling him grow, I had never been so turned on. Lost in the joy of cock, without taking his erection from my craving lips, I looked up at himand saw his eyes closed and his mouth open. Asleep or not, I knew that look of pure pleasure on his face. My lips moved across the ridges of his engorged head and then down his shaft and felt him against the back of my throat. Wanting it, deeply desiring it, I postioned myself and pushed myself down on him until my face was buried in his pubic hair and his cock was down my eager throat.
I had never sucked cock, only dreamed about it, yet it could not of been more natural and incredibly exciting and satisying. My entire focus was now on making my friend cum. Somehow, his orgasm would justify my act. Somehow, it would make him just as big a fag as me if he were to explode in pleasure. I caressed his balls. I slipped a finger between his ass cheeks and rubbed his asshole. Anything to bring him pleasure, to bring him closer to orgasm... and I loved doing it. Feeling his rock hard, yet impossibly supple and wonderful dick in my mouth, tasting it, made my own cock dance and leak. I felt so hard, so sexy, so cock crazy and so strangely complete. "Cum, oh please cum," dirty, slutty thoughts ran through my head. "I want to taste it, I need it, I want to swallow it!"
There was no tomorrow, it seemed. Only now, only this moment. Only my need and desire, only his cock. Faster now, my lips and tongue caressed and sucked him. My tight, eager, willing throat massaged him. The wet sounds of sucking cock, unashamedly filled the room. His head turned side to side and his body tensed. "Yes, yes, cum!" I wanted to cry out to him! "Mmmm, mmmmm," I moaned for it, the sounds escaping from my cock stuffed lips, hoping to spur him on. His legs strecthed out, his muscles tight. His hips bucked and he let out an, "Ahhhhh" as his cum began to flow. The odd flavor quickly coated my tongue and took over my senses. I felt a dizzying tingle as the rush of semen ran down my throat, gulping, swallowing. It made me feel euphoric. It made me all at once feel dirty, slutty, yet somehow complete. Gently now, maybe even lovingly, I continued to suck his dick as he slowly became soft. It was just as wonderful as when he was rock hard.
He continued to lay there, still and silent. Probably trying to process, to come to terms with what had just happened and so was I. I stood silently, somewhat dizzy, almost intoxicated. I felt different, I felt cum drunk. I left his room with a satisfied, yet uneasy and unsure feeling. I knew that this could be the end of our friendship. My giving into my lust and urges might very well of led to the end of it.
The next few days were spent reliving that experience in my head. Remembering how his cock looked. Remembering how his cock felt. With the thought of his cum rushing into my eger mouth and down my throat, I stroked myself, over and over, to orgasm after orgasm. Desparately craving cum again, I even scooped up my own and brought it to my lips. Feeling it's texture, reliving the taste, I imagined it was his and sucked my cum soaked fingers.
I missed my friend, yet did not regret sucking his cock for one second. It was the greatest thrill of my young life.
When the phone rang, I was surprised to hear my friend's voice say, "Do you want to come over soon?"
A few years later would be my first encounter and it was with my best friend.
There were subtle and not so subtle hints along the way, but it always seemed as if he was joking. Comments about sucking cock, tasting cum, I had just laughed them off. Maybe I was afraid to show my interest, I never let it show. Besides, girls always seemed to like him, he couldn't be gay.
Then, one morning, like so many others, I walked into his bedroom to wake him. The door was slightly open, he was in his bed and covered with a sheet. As I moved to him, he rolled onto his back and out from under them and he was nude. My eyes washed over his naked form. His tight wrinkled white balls, full, firm and round. His soft, gorgeous cock, laying suggestively on it's side. Urges welled up inside me, my eyes glued to his manhood. There was no denying my lust as I could not take them off of him. "Did he want me to suck him." "Was he offering himself to me?" Thoughts and questions raced in my head. My heart was beating faster. As nervous as I was, his cock called to me like a magnet to steel.
"Was he really asleep?" In my moment of weakness, caught up in my cock lust, a quick test made sense. Quietly, slowly, I touched his bare leg with my finger tips. He did not wake. I silently went and closed his door, his mother was just down the hall. I went back to my friend and again took in the sight of his beautiful cock and balls. Impossible to resist, against all better judgement, I had to feel him on my lips. I watched his face, looking for any sign, as I moved onto the bed with him. The closer I got, the stronger my urge. As if in slow motion, I lowered my cock starved mouth to him. Nervous, trembling, but driven, a second seemed like a minute until my lips found his soft, amazing dick. An impossible to explain pleasure. I felt a moan of ecstasy well up inside me, yet I dared not make a sound.
My lips savoured every moment as they ran along his length and over his tight balls before taking his now swelling cock into my mouth. Feeling him harden, feeling him grow, I had never been so turned on. Lost in the joy of cock, without taking his erection from my craving lips, I looked up at himand saw his eyes closed and his mouth open. Asleep or not, I knew that look of pure pleasure on his face. My lips moved across the ridges of his engorged head and then down his shaft and felt him against the back of my throat. Wanting it, deeply desiring it, I postioned myself and pushed myself down on him until my face was buried in his pubic hair and his cock was down my eager throat.
I had never sucked cock, only dreamed about it, yet it could not of been more natural and incredibly exciting and satisying. My entire focus was now on making my friend cum. Somehow, his orgasm would justify my act. Somehow, it would make him just as big a fag as me if he were to explode in pleasure. I caressed his balls. I slipped a finger between his ass cheeks and rubbed his asshole. Anything to bring him pleasure, to bring him closer to orgasm... and I loved doing it. Feeling his rock hard, yet impossibly supple and wonderful dick in my mouth, tasting it, made my own cock dance and leak. I felt so hard, so sexy, so cock crazy and so strangely complete. "Cum, oh please cum," dirty, slutty thoughts ran through my head. "I want to taste it, I need it, I want to swallow it!"
There was no tomorrow, it seemed. Only now, only this moment. Only my need and desire, only his cock. Faster now, my lips and tongue caressed and sucked him. My tight, eager, willing throat massaged him. The wet sounds of sucking cock, unashamedly filled the room. His head turned side to side and his body tensed. "Yes, yes, cum!" I wanted to cry out to him! "Mmmm, mmmmm," I moaned for it, the sounds escaping from my cock stuffed lips, hoping to spur him on. His legs strecthed out, his muscles tight. His hips bucked and he let out an, "Ahhhhh" as his cum began to flow. The odd flavor quickly coated my tongue and took over my senses. I felt a dizzying tingle as the rush of semen ran down my throat, gulping, swallowing. It made me feel euphoric. It made me all at once feel dirty, slutty, yet somehow complete. Gently now, maybe even lovingly, I continued to suck his dick as he slowly became soft. It was just as wonderful as when he was rock hard.
He continued to lay there, still and silent. Probably trying to process, to come to terms with what had just happened and so was I. I stood silently, somewhat dizzy, almost intoxicated. I felt different, I felt cum drunk. I left his room with a satisfied, yet uneasy and unsure feeling. I knew that this could be the end of our friendship. My giving into my lust and urges might very well of led to the end of it.
The next few days were spent reliving that experience in my head. Remembering how his cock looked. Remembering how his cock felt. With the thought of his cum rushing into my eger mouth and down my throat, I stroked myself, over and over, to orgasm after orgasm. Desparately craving cum again, I even scooped up my own and brought it to my lips. Feeling it's texture, reliving the taste, I imagined it was his and sucked my cum soaked fingers.
I missed my friend, yet did not regret sucking his cock for one second. It was the greatest thrill of my young life.
When the phone rang, I was surprised to hear my friend's voice say, "Do you want to come over soon?"
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