My Good Friend George

Beginning in high school, I began to get new feelings that I had to figure out - guys were hot?! Cool, but did I really like them? Turns out, I did… like, a lot. 

George was brand new to my small town’s school in grade 9, joining halfway through the year. I mean, I always thought he was cool; he did amazing at every sport, had girls drooling over him, had abs… what was there not to make me think that he was cool? Hell, his quads were massive, he was charming, he possessed unblemished skin; he was fucking perfect. Surely a guy like him would be as straight as a pole, after all, pussy was certainly eagerly awaiting him at every corner. I learned that wasn’t true one day after school, right after our 18th birthdays, George and I only being born a few days apart. 

“Hey George,” I began, my voice trembling while I admired his great stature, “I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house to work on that project for chemistry?” 

“Sure, what time works?” 

“For someone like you, anytime.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing, I just know you’re busy is all.”

 That was… awful… fucking awful.

“Oh, that makes sense. We could walk to your house after school?”

Phew

“Works for me!” Shit, I sounded way too excited. Oh well. I went about the rest of the day as normal, until… Ding. Ding. Ding.

 School was out for the day, so I immediately tracked George down. “Hey George, ready to walk to my house?”

“Yup, good to go.” With that, our walk home commenced. We had a friendly conversation about our interests, and wow, he was insanely intelligent on top of his physical features. He wanted to study biochemistry in university, and get into med school! I consider myself academic, but damn! Anyways, we finally reached my door

“Mom,” I yelled, “I’m home! George and I are gonna go to my room to work on homework.” I heard no response.
Thank God, no I can be as loud as I want. 

“Follow me, my room is just this way.”

“Cool.” George said… in my house! George was in my house! My residence! The place I sleep at night! “Nice room,” George began, “I like it.”

“Thanks.”

“So, that chemistry project is what you wanted to work on?”

“Well… erm,” I hesitated, “I was wondering… maybe you wanted to learn more about male anatomy instead?”

“Woah, umm, like… sex?”

“You could call it that.”

“I don’t know, dude, I’m not sure that I like guys.”

“Then I guess I can help you out in a couple ways.”

“Ok, fine. Just a blowie though. Well… we’ll see.” He hopped onto my bed. 

“George, I will take whatever I can get from you, and if that’s just your cock in my mouth, so be it.”

Slowly, I moved my hands towards George’s pants. I brushed my hand on his crotch before I grabbed his waistband.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

“Well, a blowie is a blowie.”

With that, I tore his pants off of him, completely undressed myself, and took his shirt off. I had to take a second to admire him. Those biceps. The hairless chest. A giant six pack. Last but not least, a limp, uncut, hairy cock; my dream. 

Lightly, with every ounce of respect I could muster, I took hold of his magnificent member. Holy… fucking… shit… his penis… in my hand. I began pulling, up and down, up and down. His foreskin bunched up at his tip, then pulled below, revealing a moist, purple head. Mmm.

Little by little, his cock grew to a respectable 7.5 or so inches. I had given him a handjob for about five minutes before George finally said, “dude, I’m gonna cum before you ever get a taste of it.” Of course, to me, that was an invitation.

 I leaned downwards, and took a deep breath in. Today I become a cocksucker… my first time, and it’s with George. Staring at his cock, I investigated it with my eyes, followed by tongue. I licked the tip of his cock, and tasted the salty precum that had formed at his piss slit. As expected, it was delicious. Stopping for a second, I grabbed his ballsack, and placed part of it my mouth. Lovingly, I stared at George, into his eyes.

“You’re doing great so far, let’s see how far down you can get. I’ll fuck you if reach my balls.” Without a second thought, out came his balls, and in came his entire cock. All if it. I think my lips reached his pubic bone as his pubes filled my mouth, and cock blocled my airway. This was phenomenal. His pubes tasted amazing. Who the fuck has good tasting pubes? Apparently George!

Finding a rhythm, I started moving my head from the tip to testes. At one point, I brought my lips up to the very tip, and sucked hard, as if his cock were a straw for a vanilla milkshake - except, it kind of was; just a translucent, salty, runny milkshake.

I knew I had found my purpose; I was meant to suck cock, and George’s constant moaning only reaffirmed this epiphany.

“I’m gonna bust a nut, where should I do it?” George asked.

“On my tongue.” I replied

“Damn, you’re a bit of cum slut, aren’t you?”

“I guess so.”

“That’s ok, based off of your cock sucking, I think I’m a faggot.”

“Great!” I replied while trying to get George to cum. Turns out, that wasn’t very long.

I grabbed his cock firmly, and began jerking him off into my mouth as I continued sucking him off.

My lips were tight around his cock when all of a sudden, I felt it begin to contract. Oh my God! George was cumming into my mouth! What an honour! 

Sploosh. I felt a string of cum land on my tongue. He… or rather, his cum, was incredible. I would buy a tub of it and eat it by the handful if I could.

Sploosh. A second string hit my throat. It was time to begin swallowing. Gulp. 

He shot twice more.

“Fuck… you were amazing. I told you I’d fuck you, so put your ass in my face, I’m gonna eat some ass.” I quickly obeyed. “Ready?”

“Ready as anyone whose ass is about to be ate by George can be!”

Slurp. His tongue caressed my puckered asshole, slightly wetting it.

For a few heavenly minutes, he ate my ass, until I felt a finger pushing and prodding around. “Here,” he shoved his same prodding finger in my face,” get this really wet.” So I did. “That should work.” Boy did it ever.

One more push, and my anus relented, granting him entrance into me. He gradually put more and more of his finger into me. My tight ass loosened bit by bit. George started to finger fuck me, and worked a second finger into me. 

“Ouch,” I jumped in pain, “I’ll be right back.” I left George alone and grabbed some Vaseline. “This should help.” I grabbed his fingers and rubbed sone Vaseline on them.

“Good thinking. My cock is almost ready though, so it may need a wee bit too.”

“True.” I smothered his incredible cock in Vaseline, and rubbed it in, leaving lots at the tip.

A couple minutes passed, I was jerking him off while he fingered me, “alright, you should be loose enough.”

“It would appear that way.”

I climbed down from his face, put my chest on my bed, and perked my ass up on display. George got up, bent over, gave my asshole one last kiss, and pressed his lubed up, hard-again cock into my hole. I pushed a bit to allow his penetration of me, and his head was in. With an unrelenting push, he went balls deep first push.

He gained speed, and unsurprisingly, fucked like a rabbit on cocaine. His balls slapped mine. My ass sloshed in all of its wet glory. George grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his pole. I came. George made me cum. He didn’t notice my collapse onto my bed was because of that, and just kept going.

He lasted another twenty minutes. “Fuck, thank god you’re not a chick, cause I can - and I’m going to - breed you, but there’s won’t be a baby. And breed me did. His pumps slowed down to methodical, deliberate hip movements as he deposited his second load into me.

“We’re definitely doing that again, right?” asked George with his softening cock slipping out of my hole.

“Definitely.” I responded, happily filled with George’s cum.