My straight friend

“Ha ha, very funny Jeremy” I said quietly. I wanted to believe him, but at the same time I was still scared he might be joking. I stayed lying on my side, scanning his body, or what I could see of it in the darkness as my mind spiraled, not knowing if what I was hearing was to be believed.

“I’m not joking man” he said and sped up his strokes a little “We’re both obviously horny, so why not? I’m serious.” He spoke calmly and reassuringly, not taking his eyes off me.

“You’re drunk is what you are.” I shot back, my voice shaking a bit again. “What happens to me and our friendship when you wake up tomorrow and regret it?” I could feel my cock had already grown to its 6.5 inches, wanting me desperately to disregard all the worries that were occupying my brain.

“I’m drunk, yeah. So what, that doesn’t mean I can’t also be serious. And do you honestly think I’d offer this if I thought it could ruin our friendship for me?” He was speaking clearly now, no longer whispering. “I just thought we could help each other out, but I’m not gonna beg you to suck me off, so… here’s your last chance. Do you want my dick, or not?” As he said this, he turned on the nightlamp on his bedside table and slowly pulled off the blanket off his body. The covers slowly revealed a nice, trimmed bush at the end of his happy trail. As he pulled further and further down, I saw the base of his dick. Before I knew it, his entire cock was on full display in the dimly lit room. It looked like it was around 7 inches, thick and uncut, with a veiny shaft. Fuck... it was perfect.

I was mesmerized. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and after I don’t know how long, it felt like minutes in my head, but it was probably just seconds, I looked up at him again. We locked eyes. That sexy grin was back on his face again, and I knew there was no point in trying to resist. I wanted this, and if there were gonna be any consequences, they would have to be a lesson for the future me.

“I want to.” I said finally “But, if you dare act any different towards me tomorrow, imma beat you up, got it?” I said jokingly and propped myself up on my elbows “Now come over here. I go the bigger bed anyway.”

“Fuck yeah.” He said enthusiastically as he got up from his bed and slowly walked over. I scanned his body again as I sat on the edge of my bed and took off my shirt as well. Fuck, he was so fucking hot. I don’t think I could ever get tired of the view of him walking over towards me. His pecs, dusted with hair, his perky nipples, the strong, thick thighs, his tight, lean stomach… future me was in serious trouble.

After what felt like forever, he was within reaching distance. I reached with my hand immediately and ran it over his hairy thigh, as he finally stopped in front of me. I looked at the beautiful dick in front of me, and then up at the friendly face it belonged to. He was biting his lip, eyes full of anticipation and warmth. Then I felt his hand on my left cheek, and I let out a deep breath alongside a low moan. He had never touched me like that before. I smiled at him and then slowly brought my face forward, pressing my lips against the warm skin of his stomach. I started kissing my way down his abdomen, tracing the abs whenever he would flex the patterns of his breathing changed rapidly due to his arousal.

 

I took in his scent as I reached his pubic area, pressing my nose against his bush as my hands, made their way up his thigh, finally taking hold of his low hanging balls. That got a moan out of him. I looked back up as my lips found the base of his cock and I kissed it. His hips bucked forward; he was hungry for a release. I kissed my way up his shaft, not breaking our eye contact. I felt my cheeks burning, I could only imagine how much I was blushing. He smiled again, and then opened his lips.

“Please” he whispered, barely audible.

Well, who am I to say no? As soon as my lips made their way up his shaft, I parted them and took his head in my mouth. I slipped my tongue, beneath his foreskin, teasing the head briefly, as I savored his salty, sweaty taste and aroma. Suddenly I felt hungry myself. Hungry, but also drunk, drunker than I felt before we started. I wanted more of him, and so I took more.

I sank my head slowly, coating his cock with my saliva up until the midpoint before, slowly going back up. I repeated this a few times, going further and further down each time, but never managing to take his whole length in my mouth. If I were to be honest though, it wasn’t the length that was the problem, it was his girth. He was goddamn thick, but I was determined to eventually, take him in in his entirety.

Luckily for me, he was patient. He kept one of his hands buried in my hair, gripping it gently, but letting me go at my own pace. He was moaning now, his low husky voice, filled the room as he cussed out and praised me for what I was doing to him. I kept my eyes open, wanting to take this view in and never forget it. His chest and abs, flexing under the pleasure of my mouth, his head rolled back as he bit his lips wanting to stay as quiet as possible and failing every time he would bring himself to look down at me and watch his thick piece of meat, disappear in my mouth.

It didn’t take me too long to get used to his girth and start trying to deepthroat him again. This wasn’t my first dick after all, and after a few more minutes, as I saw him opening his eyes to look at me, I sank my head fully down on his shaft, and let his velvet head, slide down my throat.

“Fuck, Kyle, man” he cussed out loudly and gripped my hair, forcing me to stay where I was and not move an inch. I breathed through my nose as best as I could, and kept eye contact with him, as his intense gaze, stared back. “Don’t fucking move” he continued “I don’t want to cum yet.”

Hearing that almost got me to lose my composure and gag, but there was no way in hell I was gonna let this be over so soon after it started. And so, I stayed there, head skewered on his member, waiting for him to let me know I could go back up. I felt like the moment lasted for ages, one’s eyes looking deeply into the other’s, and when he finally told me I could come off, to me, it still felt like it was too soon.

“I’m taking you like it then?” I said cockily as I let his dick slip out of my mouth. Thick strands of saliva and precum stretched between my lips and his head, before breaking and falling on my chest.

“Liking is an understatement.” He said and chucked as I blushed again “That was fucking amazing man, I can’t believe you took it all in. It was fucking impressive.” This time I was the one to laugh.

“I mean it’s not rocket science, but thanks.”

“Nah man, with some of the girls that have tried before you… one would think it is. Can you do it again?” he asked eagerly, almost like a child.

“Sure, but you sure you’re not gonna cum?” I asked and smiled at him.

“Fuck, I’ll try my best not to, but why? You don’t wanna swallow or?”

“Oh, I want to swallow” I said and chuckled “But this here is me scratching your back, you still gotta scratch mine.” I said teasingly and took his cock back in my mouth, letting it side right back down into my throat.

“Damn, boy.. that feels so fucking good” he exclaimed a bit too loud again, but if I were to be honest, I don’t think either of us cared if anyone was sober enough to hear us and wake up. I kept on deepthroating him with a slow, but steady pace, allowing him to stay deep within my throat with each stroke and getting off on the pleasure that was written on his face. He wasn’t taking his eyes off me anymore. He liked what he was seeing, or maybe he still couldn’t believe that I made it fit, but in the moment, I didn’t care what his reasons were.

 

We kept at it like that until suddenly, he pulled me off his dick. It startled me a bit as I had gotten used to the rhythm. I could tell he saw the disappointment on my face.

“I’m close” He informed me “So about scratching your back… I don’t want to suck you off dude, if that’s what you were getting at earli--”

“No.” I cut him off. “I don’t want you to suck me off... I mean, I do, but I know you don’t want to, so that’s fine.” I took a pause. I didn’t want to scare him off, but at the same time, if it was ever going to happen, it would be now. “If I finish you off now, would you be able to get it back up again?” I asked, even though from the many times we had talked about sex, I already knew the answer.

I took his cock back in my mouth as he nodded his head yes.

“Yeah, but why?” he asked a bit confused, returning his hands in my air. I moaned around his cock as I looked up at him and went back to blowing him for a minute or so, bringing him back to the edge, before letting his cock slide out of my mouth again only for a second.

“I want you to fuck me.” I said, my cheeks red again, and then slammed his cock back down my throat as I felt his balls tighten in my hands, moments before his cock thickened even more. I slid my head back up his length, letting his first shot, spill all over my tongue.