We were young and experimental. He was my best friend, we’d had sleep overs for over a decade, camping trips, countless hours together doing stupid shit and laughing until we cried. And sometimes it would turn sexual.
It’s hard to explain. I’m not attracted to men, nor have I ever been. As far as I know, neither is he. But our friendship and closeness, our mutual trust, then throw in the hormones of two young men, and well, at some point things turned physical. It started with touching, a hand job, grinding on each other, daring each other to go further. It became somewhat normal between us, if one of us was horny we’d just fool around. There were frequent oral exchanges, but no other penetration and never to orgasm…
Until one day…
I was feeling it, we were in his room, grinding, dry humping, porking cotton, whatever you want to call it. I decided to pull him out, hard in my hand, so I dropped down and began going down on him. I started slow, pulling hard on him, as he laid back and let me. I began working faster, hearing his breathing speed up, I worked harder.
Normally, I would stop and he would take a turn, and vice versa. We’d trade off, basically edging each other. Not today though.
I continued, moving faster on him, sucking harder, and he began to thrust. I held him down, kept stroking his shaft in my mouth and, for the first time ever, I felt his cock begin to pulse between my hard-pressed lips. He panicked, reaching down, pressing his fingers into his taint to stop the ejaculation. I slowed, stopped, letting him recover. As soon as he moved his hand, I took him in my mouth again.
“SHIT!” he exclaimed, as I took him harder and faster. Again he started pulsing, his cock throbbing in my mouth, I took him all the way in, his cock all the way to the back of my throat. Again he scrambled, pressing his fingers behind his balls, holding back the flood. Once again, I acquiesced, stopping to let him recover, his cock angry, wet, and red, standing there, dancing to a silent drummer.
And once again, as soon as he removed his hand, I started going again, furiously. Neither one of us had made the other come before and I decided then I was going to change that. His dick immediately started jumping. It engorged even more, each pulse in my mouth encouraged me. I drew harder, feeling him throb in the back of my throat. He tensed and reached down to stop the climax again, but I grabbed his wrist and threw his hand away.
Message received.
He gripped the sheets and his whole body tensed while his cock pulsed, throbbed, beat inside my mouth. He grunted, like you might when you lift something and it’s heavier than you expected. His whole body went rigid and his cock bucked hard in my mouth, erupting into my throat.
I swallowed without thinking about it.
I drew hard on his cock and then back into my throat as he came again, and again, and again. Multiple explosions filled my mouth and went down before I’d even thought of what I’d done. I pulled again and he jumped, his cock hypersensitive after the orgasm, in that way that feels more ticklish than erotic.
I sat back satisfied.
“Shit,” he said again, more stunned than anything. He tucked himself away and stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. We had never done that before, but we would again.
Since then, I’ve never been attracted to a man. Nothing about the male form arouses me. But when I’m watching porn, when I’m ready to blow my load, my favorite scenes are still the visibly pulsing cocks delivering their payload deep inside, and sometimes I think of how it felt to have his cock pulsing in my mouth before and while he came.