It was a boring Saturday afternoon and I was just kicked back watching re-run TV shows, downing a couple of cold Budweisers and waiting for my friend Kevin to show up. I glanced at the clock. "3:25" it said. I let out an impatient sigh, muttering to myself how he's over an hour late. I got out my cell phone and tried to call him.

"The number you have dialed is not-.” I hang up, not caring to hear the whole thing. He must have had his phone turn off.

Screw it, I said to myself. I'm gonna order a pizza. Looking at the fliers that had been left on my front door. I dialed a local pizza restaurant.  "Hello this is Tony’s Pizza Parlors, I'm Tony. How can I help you?" 

"One large please, extra cheese and pepperoni. Delivered to apartment 32 at Brookfield house." It was a small town, so I didn't need to elaborate my exact location.

"In thirty minutes sir. That will be around ten dollars."

"Alight, peace bro," and I hung up. Then literally two seconds later I hear a knock on the door.

Either it’s Kevin or Tony’s just stepped up their game. I opened the door and there stood a slightly drenched Kevin.

A little about him. He's twenty two and he's a gymnastics teacher at the locakca gym. He also does part time work as a gym teacher at the nearby middle school, even though he's clearly smart enough to go after an easier, better paying occupation. Then again, a box of nails is smarter than most gym teachers. He's a mixture of confidence and of shyness, not particularly good in crowds, but doesn't mind speaking in front of a group and has the bravado to match.

We’ve known each other well since late Elementary school. He arrived a few months before school ended.  And we befriended each other after I saw him sitting under a tree watching everyone else play. A few compliments here, a few funny jokes there and we were bonded in minutes.

I always took notice of him after we hit puberty. He grew from a scrawny, potbellied kid into a pretty handsome, slender bodied, yet slightly muscular Adonis. His fashion sense was pretty off the wall as well, favoring short, spiked hair and always dressing in clothes that showed off his muscular frame.

As he got older I got a few sneak peeks at him in the showers. The last time I saw him he was a good four inches flaccid, veiny shaft, nicely proportioned mushroom head and cut. I always wondered if he was a shower or a grower. Secretly hoping to be the latter. He’d always kept a smooth body, since he wanted to be a model and as a result he never had much body hair. Only his pubic hair and that was trimmed in what in a girl would be called a bikini line. . 

While puberty hit most of us like a ton of bricks, his pubescence gently floated down from the heavens, gently kissed him on the cheek and gracefully ascended back into the clouds. He always kept that boyish, baby-faced look, yet he had the masculine features that let all the ladies know his body was ready for them.

Basically, he's the kind of guy you'd rub one out over a few times.

"Sorry I'm late dude," said Kevin in an exasperated tone. "Freakin' got pulled over because I ran a red light."

"That’s okay bro, did it go well?" I asked only slightly interested in what he was saying.

"It was that old cougar, Carla," Kevin explained. 

“Ha, ha,” I laughed. “She totally has a big-time crush on you."

"Good thing too,” Kevin moaned, “Otherwise I'd of gotten a ticket and a big fucken' fine."

"Well since you turned up I guess I gotta share my pizza when it arrives."

We mindlessly bantered back and forth for a few minutes and then we sat down on the couch and watched some boring TV. A few more minutes passed and then Kevin gripped about the channels available.

"I gotta say this dude,” Kevin complained, “Your TV service kinda blows."

"Hey it's the best I can afford.”

“Fuck it, I'm grabbing a beer," he said in a depressed tone as he headed for the kitchen.

"Well don't freakin' ask or anything," I said in a loud voice, “Just help your damn self,” only to receive in return a one-fingered salute as he walked towards my fridge.

Kevin returned with an already opened six-pack of Budweiser. He dug out a couple of cans and threw one my way. We opened them up and started to drink.

"Wanna watch a movie? I got HBO and Showtime both,” I said. 

"Sure,” Kevin sighed, “It’s gonna be a couple of hours before the club open anyway."

I opened up my laptop and types in my favorite video site, FreeMoviezR-us.com. Only to be greeted by a popup of a ‘live stream’ of an attractive blonde masturbating on camera.

"Fuck...I gotta reformat this piece of shit sooner or later", I groaned as I aimed my cursor to close the window.

"Wait, wait a second bro...,” Kevin said, “Damn she’s hot."

"Heh, what is it with you and blondes?"

Kevin: "Just my thing bro"

We locked eyes for a brief moment, then a grin appeared on his face. "Dude, what’s your favorite sexual act after 3?" Kevin laughed. "One, Two Three…Titty fucking."

"Oral," I immediately followed.

"Aw man, I hate oral. It just never feels good for me,” Kevin almost whined.

"What do you mean bro? Oral’s the best."

"I can never get off on it. Not enough stimulation and most of the girls never seem to enjoy it," Kevin explained.

"Maybe the girls you been with just don't know how to do it"

"If you find a chick that can suck my dick as good as you say,” Kevin said, “Gimme her number."

"I don't know any," I said as I took a sip of my Budweiser. 

At this point I realized that I’d just implied that I was gay. An awkward silence followed with Kevin staring wide eyed with his jaw almost touching the ground.

"Dude, whaddya saying?” Kevin stammered. “You're a faggot?"

"Yeah, well not exactly a fag. I’m bi...I thought you knew," I said, trying to play it off like it was not a big deal even though it still was in the 70s.

"Damn...,” said Kevin. “You think you know a guy."

More silence followed, as we sat there drinking our beers.

"So,” asked Kevin. “What does a good blowjob feel like?"

I was shocked, I thought he’d freak out or punch me in the face or something. My town isn't exactly tolerant of gay guys and he was asking me what a blowjob from a guy felt like.

“Well uh…they’re definitely better than most of the ones I've gotten from girls. Imagine having your junk deep down someone’s throat, being jacked off while their tongue runs along your shaft, and licks around your head before they plunge down, swallowing your dick, forcing their mouth as far down as it can go. Feeling the tight and lubricated feeling of their throat. Only to end with them moaning in pleasure when they swallow your load, idolizing your dick every second while they suck it."

There was Kevin, staring at the laptop screen at the big breasted blonde chick, pitching a visible tent in his tracksuit pants. After a few seconds silence of he noticed I stopped talking and that I was looking at him with amusement.

"Fuck, I'm jealous of you dude. I wish I had a blowjob like that," he said, blushing and adjusting himself to be less apparent.

Screw it. I'm so horny at the prospect of sucking off my best friend that I'm gonna bite the bullet and throw it out there.

"I could always show you what it feels like..."

Kevin started at me for a few seconds then he put his beer down and looked away for a moment.

"Fuck it. Alright bro, but I aint doing any of that other gay shit, you understand?"

My heart started pounding. I was finally going to blow someone I've been fantasizing about since my early teen years.

Kevin, tampering with my laptop, deleted the link I put in for the video sharing website and went to a porn site. He went looking for a specific video and skipped forward. It had your typical Ugly-guy, Pretty-girl scenario.

"Give me a moment bro...," Kevin said. 

I sat there in awe, Kevin's eyes fixed to the laptop screen, breathing heavily, then my eyes glanced back down to his crotch, his hand rubbing alongside his balls. It felt like I was staring at him for minutes and I could stare for hours more if I had to, but my instincts were screaming inside my head that I had to have him right now.

"Alright dude," he said in a quiet voice. I took this as my cue and went to my knees between his outstretched legs. At first I just stared at his bulge. He had to be around 7-inches long and with the thickness to back it up.

I would love to have savored this moment, but Kevin might get cold feet if I messed around too much, so I reached out and felt his cock through his sweats. and his body jerked as my hand touched his cock. I pulled the sweats down revealing tight, light blue boxer-briefs. 

I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. The waistband dragging his dick down along with it, before it eventually freeing itself and bouncing up, standing a clear inch away from his body. His musky smell overwhelmed me. I pulled away for a second, he didn't notice.

His cock was beautiful, almost featureless, except for a thick dorsal vein and a few others running along the sides. He had a deep, reddish/purple head which pointed up slightly and was slightly thicker than the shaft. And the skin was taut all the way down to where it connected to his nut sack.

 I took hold of his cock for the first time and felt him quiver as I slowly stroked it. It felt like I was holding a bar of white hot steel encased in a silken sheath as the blood gently pulsed through it at a 100 beats a minute. I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth. 

I lowered my head and placed my tongue at the base of his nut sack. I moved up the underside of his cock until I reached the top and then I licked the head. He jerked but I kept licking and worked my tongue into the pee slit. He moaned, “Oh shit,” as I slowly sucked the head into my mouth. Tightening my lips around the base I continued to suck the head as he jerked and moaned. 

He let out a soft, “Uuuuuuuuuum,” as my tongue play grew more intense and I took more cock into my mouth. Gripping the base of his dick with my thumb and index finger, I went down as far as I could. As his cock hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little. He immediately let out a loud, “Mmmmmmmmm,” and started to stroke the back of my head as I withdrew some and settled into a bobbing up and down motion, making sure not to go down too far and cause me to gag again.
 
I loved sucking his hard cock and the feel of it throbbing in my mouth. I’d wanted to suck his cock since puberty. Now I was finally sucking it and from his reaction knew I would suck this gorgeous cock many more times. 

As I continued to suck he instinctively started moving his hips thrusting his cock up into my mouth and with his hand on the back of my head holding my head down.

I backed off and played with his head a little more, then my hand still firming grasping his shaft, I started bobbing up and down. His body tensed up every time I deep throated him. His breathing got heavier and he was grasping my hair so hard it started to hurt. He was starting to force my head down onto him.

I moved my hands away from his crotch and placed them on his thighs. It was starting to get a little uncomfortable and I might need to push away soon.

Fuck, he's stronger than I thought, which only made me more aroused. I was hypnotized by his magnificent dick, his wonderful musk, his ecstatic moans and his dominating strength. It was so powerful that I ignored the pain, even though it felt like my nose was going to break any moment.

“Dude, DUDE," Kevin said with an urgent tone. As he pulled my head out of his lap.

"Shit" I thought to myself, I think I did something wrong, but the thought was interrupted early.

Pulling me to my feet, Kevin said, “Come on. I wanna try something,” as he led me to the bedroom.

When Kevin gestured toward the bed, and I knew just what he wanted. Without hesitation I practically jumped on it. 

Not saying a word, Kevin reached out and I let him move me to where he wanted. I ended up with my feet up by the pillows, on my back with my head hanging over the foot of the bed.

He stepped to me, almost but not quite straddling my face so that his balls rested on my forehead and his thick, fat cock rested on my lips and nose. He pointed it at my mouth. Like a suckling baby I opened up as he lifted his hips a little and guided the head to my mouth. 

I moaned and my nostrils flared as Kevin cock filled me, feeling him ease forward slowly and gently, pushing on even when I gagged a little, but I noticed in this position the sensation soon passed and he was able to keep going until I felt his balls on my nose.

Kevin leaned forward over me, his hands on the bed on either side of my hips, "Oh yeah, that's good," he moaned as he started slowly rocking his hips, fucking my face slow at first. thrusting all the way down and pull back up, allowing me to breath in rhythm, but every 4th or 5th stroke letting the pace quicken a little and going deeper.

I was in heaven. I love it when a guy gets forceful and at least now he wasn't pulling my hair anymore. 

The only discomfort I felt was in my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his cock, but I barely noticed as Kevin just kept fucking and fucking and fucking. He pounded my slut mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his pleasure. 

Seconds passed, Kevin moans got louder, the lack of oxygen making my hearing more vivid and I could only hear my sucking, the springs of my bed, his heavy breathing followed by his groans, 

Fuck it, if there's going to be a time for me to jerk off, it's now. I reached my hand into my trousers and started to furiously beat off.

I knew I wasn't gonna last long. I had too much pent up energy at that point, and I knew he was gonna blow his load as well.
 
My thoughts were broken only momentarily when he growled, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

I felt and saw his balls draw up tight, his thrusts became shorter and harder, his spit-slicked cock seeming to grow and throb even more.

Kevin cried out as he cummed, pulling back so that only the head was past my lips, me sucking like a greedy bitch as his thick, hot cum erupted into my mouth. So much hotter, so much thicker, so much sweeter and so delicious. I tried and tried to swallow it all, but inevitably some of it leaked out around the corners of my mouth and trickled over my cheeks. 

With a final shiver Kevin he finished, pulling back, leaving me laying there with my jaws slightly sore, my stomach full of his cum, and me scooping up the trickles with my fingers and licking them clean hungrily.

Fuck... I can't hold it in anymore. As I reached climax, my crotch instinctively thrusted into the air, as if it was humping some imaginary hole, and with one final thrust, I shot my load inside my pants with a cock-shattering orgasm.

“Dude,” murmured Kevin, “That was fucken' amazing."

"I told you guys are better at it then girls."

He turned around and looked at me, my head still resting on the bed turned and looked back, both of us panting heavily

Kevin: "Hey..."

I looked, my eyes locked into his and we stared at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing, despite our mutual exhaustion. We then laid where we were for several minutes.

*Ding dong*, the doorbell rang.

I perked up and sat upright.

“Sweet, Pizza's here. Late but here."

"Oh good,” laughed Kevin. “I hope it's got pepperoni on it."

The end…

 

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