Good Mormon Boy

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Good Mormon Boy Chapter One

My name's Oliver. I'm a sixteen year old guy from Utah. My family is Mormon, as are a lot of families in the community. Not everyone is, though. My best friend, Tyler, doesn't have any kind of faith. My parents don't mind, they say it's his business, not ours.

Tyler and I have been friends since kindergarten. One day he just started following me around, hanging onto every word I said. As we grew older, we did everything together. We always hung out after school, played sports together, and even showered together. Tyler said it was to save water because we live in a dry climate, and it wasn't a big deal because we always showered together after baseball practice. Made sense to me, so I never minded stripping down and washing myself a foot away from my naked best friend.

As soon as we would have our clothes off, Tyler would zero in on my flaccid penis. We were 13 the first time I noticed him staring at my softie in the locker room. I didn't say anything, I just figured it was because mine was so much bigger than his. My penis was actually the biggest on the team from what I saw. Not that I was looking at other guys, I just saw them flopping around as we walked around the locker room. I would usually catch a few other guys staring at my soft penis, too. I never really understood why they were so interested in what it looked like, it wasn't like they didn't have their own. It's just there to pee, anyway.

Eventually, we had our sex education class, which taught us the basics (and explained why my penis would get hard sometimes). When I talked to my parents about it they said it was normal, but that sex was only for a husband and wife, and they were only to do it to have babies. Any other kind of sex was against God, so it was forbidden to Mormons.

Shortly after the sex ed class I asked Tyler if his penis ever got hard. "All the time!" he said. "I have to jerk off three times a day to keep it down." Tyler chuckled.

"Jerk off?" I looked at him, confused.

"You know..." Tyler raised his eyebrows as he made a fist and moved it back and forth in front of his crotch.

My brows furrowed and I tilted my head, obviously not understanding what he meant.

"They called it 'masturbation' in class." Tyler looked at me in disbelief.

"Oh!" I vaguely remembered what the teacher said about masturbation. "Yeah, I remember. Didn't know it was also called 'jerking off'." I blushed at my ignorance.

Tyler chuckled again. "There's LOTS of names for it: jerking off, jacking off, wanking, rubbing out, choking the chicken, stroking off, beating off, polishing your knob, dropping a load..." Tyler seemed to be rifling through his memory to think of more terms.

"Dropping a load?" I asked, having no idea what he meant.

Tyler snapped back, his attention once again on me. "Yeah. You know, shooting your load?"

"What load? Are you supposed to be carrying something while doing it?"

Tyler's mouth fell open, seeemingly surprised at my question. "Oliver... are you telling me you've never jerked off?"

I was nervous and embarassed. Was this something I was supposed to be doing all along? No one ever told me I should be masturbating. "Um, am I supposed to?" My face was beet red at this point.

"SUPPOSED TO?!" Tyler exclaimed. "Dude, every guy jerks off! It's, like, Being a Guy 101. I can't believe you've never jerked off before!"

I was mortified. "I didn't know! No one ever told me!"

"You've never played with your dick when it was hard?" Tyler asked, still in disbelief.

I ignored his crass language. 'Dick' is one of those dirty words we weren't supposed to say. We were to always refer to it as a penis. "What do you mean 'play' with it? My dad said whenever my penis gets hard to start thinking about math problems and it'll go away. He said penises are only for peeing and for making babies with your wife." I explained.

Tyler giggled as if I said a childish joke. "Oh man, you Mormons really don't know how to have fun, do you?"

That hurt a little. Of course we know how to have fun, we play sports just like other people, we have family game night every week, we even go on mission trips to help build houses and churches for poor people in other countries; of course we know how to have fun!

Tyler must've seen the look on my face, because he stopped laughing and looked at me seriously. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Would, um, do you want me to show you how to do it?" It was Tyler blushing now.

I thought about it for a moment. "Nah, we're not supposed to do that stuff. Thanks for offering, though."

Tyler looked disappointed. "Oh... alright, I get it."

I felt bad, like I'd just taken an ice cream cone right out of his hand. I needed to cheer him up. "Hey, wanna take a shower and get ready for bed?" I asked. Taking a shower together always made Tyler happy. I'm not sure why, he just seemed to light up and be goofy every time we got under the warm water.

"Yeah!" As expected, Tyler's face lit up.

We were sitting cross-legged on my bedroom floor. I jumped up, eager to make my best friend happy. I ripped off my tshirt, throwing it across the room into the hamper. Then I grabbed the wastebands of my shorts and boxers, pulling them down my legs and sliding them off my bare feet. I stood there completely naked in front of Tyler, who was still sitting on the floor. I could feel his warm breath on my penis and scrotum, it kind of tickled.

Tyler was staring wide-eyed in front of him, his mouth slack. He seemed focused on something, not paying attention to me or anything else. I followed his gaze and realized he was once again looking at my penis. I got worried that there was something on it that was worrying Tyler. I grabbed my penis and lifted it up so I could examine it. It looked normal, I wasn't sure what Tyler had been looking at.

"Um, Ty, you okay? Is there something on my penis?" I asked, concerned.

"Wha-what?" Tyler blinked repeatedly and shook his head. "Uh, n-no! Just, ah, just don't see many uncut guys. Guess I'm just curious." Tyler swallowed hard.

"Uncut?" I asked, once again not understanding what he meant.

"Uncircumcised," he said, still staring at my penis. "You still have your foreskin. Ever notice how mine looks different from yours?" His eyes looked up to mine for a second before looking back at my penis.

"Oh, uh, I guess. I don't really look at it, though. Guess I never compared ours. Why don't you have forskin?"

"Ask my parents," Tyler responded. I swear I saw a bit of drool on his bottom lip.

I didn't really want to ask Tyler's parents about his penis. "Are you going to get undressed, or are you going to shower with your clothes on?" I giggled.

Tyler finally snapped out of his trance and jumped up, staring directly into my eyes as he discarded his clothes. He threw them all in a pile on the floor at the end of my bed. "Let's go!" He ran into my bathroom and turned on the shower.

I shook my head and laughed to myslef. I had no idea why, but showering together always made Tyler happy. We hopped in and started scrubbing ourselves down. After a minute I noticed that Tyler's penis was hard. This was the first time I saw it hard. It was smaller than mine was when I got hard. I wondered why penises came in different sizes and shapes, or why some had foreskin and some didn't. I was only thirteen, how was I supposed to know?

It's been three years since that conversation with Tyler. He still talks about his 'dick' and 'jerking off' all the time, he doesn't seem to mind me not talking about that stuff. He just keeps talking as I listen patiently. Tyler's a good guy, my parents wouldn't let me hang out with him if he weren't, but the boy was constantly talking about sex. He made sure to never bring it up around my family, but when we're alone he would bring it up constanlty. He's always telling me about the last time he masturbated, or the 'wet dreams' he has. I usually try to change the subject to baseball or the next mission trip the church has planned.

At some point I realized I wasn't trying to change the subject for Tyler's benefit, but for my own. Every time he would talk about getting a 'boner' and 'jerking off' I would start to feel my own penis hardening. It was a problem, especially since it seemed to be growing at the same rate as the rest of my body. I had grown to six feet tall and I had bulked up from playing baseball. My arms were toned, my chest had widened, my legs were long and thick, even my backside grew out. My whole body grew huge, at least for my age. The ladies at church always said it wouldn't be long before I found a wife.

Anyway, my point is that my penis kept up with the rest of me growing. I can always feel it swinging back and forth in my white boxer shorts with every step I take. It always feels so heavy and in the way, it was constantly slapping against my testicles. For some reason it felt really good, I would feel blood rush to my genitals, filling them even more. I feel like my penis is hard more often than not. Tyler always notices when I have an erection. Honestly, anyone around could probably tell when I have an erection, it pushes the fabric of my jeans out rather obscenely. It's embarassing how obvious and uncontrolable my erections are. And seeing Tyler stare at the tent in my pants only makes me harder. I never told anyone, but I kind of liked the way it felt whenever I felt ashamed about being caught with an erection.

"Man, you've GOT to do something about that baseball bat," Tyler said.

We were in study hall.

"Huh? My bat is fine, it's in my bag with the rest of my equipement." I said, confused.

"I'm talking about your OTHER equipment." Tyler winked. Still seeing the confused look on my face he bent toward me and whisperd, "Your boner, dude!"

I blushed and sat up straight, mortified knowing Tyler could tell I had an erection sitting next to him in study hall. "Oh! Ah, it happens sometimes," I whispered back. "It'll go away once I start studying." I opened my history book and tried focusing on the words on the page, rather than the throbbing in my groin.

"There're other ways to get rid of it, too." Tyler snickered.

"I've told you a thousand times, I don't do that! It's a sin!" I whispered harshly. Tyler was always trying to get me to masturbate with him. I refused every time. There were a few times after he slept over that I woke up early and saw him masturbating under the covers on his spot on the floor. He would usually have a pair of my underwear under his nose as he pleasured himslef. I don't know why he does it. I guess I just figured he's trying to hide his face and just grabs whatever is available. Of course, he could've used his own underwear, but I never gave it much thought. I never asked him either, becasue I always pretended to be asleep whenever I caught him masturbating.

"I'm not talking about jerking off, dude." Tyler whispered slyly. "I did some research and found a loophole for Moromon guys to get rid of their boners without jerking off. Completey sin-free." Tyler was smiling brightly.

I was intrigued. "Um... what is it?" I asked tentively.

"Ever hear of Soaking?" Tyler wiggled his eyebrows.

Every Mormon boy has heard of Soaking. It was one of those things your older brother and his friends would talk about when they were alone. See, since sex outside of marriage is a sin agasint God, boys thought that Soaking was a good alternative. From what I've heard, it's the act of stroking the penis that is considered a sin, whether you did it alone or in a vagina. 'Soaking' meant you put your hard penis in a girls vagina and kept still. You could still feel pleasure from having your penis in a vagina, but because you're not stroking, it's not considered a sin. I always thought it was a joke because the other boys would always giggle whenever it came up. "Yeah, of course I've heard of it."

"Well... why don't you try it? Might help with your constant hardon."

I felt embarassed at Tyler calling my erection a 'hardon', such vulgar language. "I don't think it's a real thing," I answered. "Besides, I'd be too embarassed to ask a girl to do it with me." I looked down at my history book as I blushed harder.

A few seconds of silence passed before Tyler spoke. "I found a loophole for that, too. Let's talk about it when we get to your place."

I nodded. I was actully kind of excited to find out what loophole Tyler found for me to finally be able to pleasure myslef without sinning. If I'm being honest, there have been more than a few times I seriously considered masturbating over the last few years. Sometimes I'll be lying in bed at night, trying to fall asleep while my erection throbs against my abs. There were times I felt like I was going insane. I never did more than grasp my shaft, though. The instant I felt my hand wrap around my erection I would feel intense shame and release my hard penis. Of course, there were times I would wake up with a wet spot in the front of my shorts. I don't think I ever actually ejaculated, it was just copious amounts of preseminal fluid that leaked out of my penis while I slept. It would be amazing if Tyler found a way for me to release the pressure in my testicles without sinning.

As soon as we got home from school we ran up to my room. Usually we would stop in the kitchen for a snack and tell my mom how our day was, but today we just said 'hi' and blew her kisses.

I closed my door and looked at Tyler. "So, what were you talking about earlier?"

Tyler gave me a funny look. "What do you mean?" He asked, smiling.

I was stunned that he could forget about the conversation we had only hours ago about my problem. Tyler ALWAYS took the opportunity to talk about my penis, now he seemed to have completely forgotten about it.

"You know... you said you found a loophole to... to..." I stammered, embarassed.

"To how to get your big fat dick to cum without it being a sin," Tyler finished my sentence, albeit rather grotesquely. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was smirking at me.

"TYLER!" I yelled almost loud enough for the whole house to hear. "I don't mind when you talk like that when it's about you, but can you PLEASE not refer to my penis like that? It's vulgar!"

"Hmm, my bad, dude. I'll try to behave." He winked. "Right, so!" Tyler rubbed his hands together. "From what I've read, Soaking means putting your boner in a pussy and just keeping still, no thrusting at all. It's 'the act of thrusting' that's the actual sin, right? At least, that what the pamphlet said."

"Yeah, I guess.. What pamphlet?" I asked.

"Well, you know I love ya, buddy. I've always felt bad you've never been allowed to jerk off. And the last couple years I've been watching you walk around with a boner all the time. And the last year it looks like it's become an even BIGGER problem, if ya know what I mean." Tyler winked again.

I mean, yeah, it is kind of a big problem. I'm constantly having to hide it from view and sometimes it can be really difficult. "Yeah... it's definately a problem."

"So, I was looking online for solutions to your problem. I found a Mormon website that helps teenagers to 'live within the grace of God'," Tyler raised his fingers in quotation. "I ordered a free pamphlet that offered suggestions to common issues." Tyler opened his backpack and pulled out a sheet of paper that was folded into thirds and handed it to me.

It looked a lot like the pamphlets that were offered in the front of the church, stacked on the wall. I had never seen one that covered this kind of topic, though. I suppose it would be inappropriate to have those sitting freely in church, they wouldn't want a child to come across it.

"Open it up and take a look," Tyler suggested.

I opened the pamphlet and started to read. It was written by an Elder John Smith. He outlined the basics about how masturbation and sex out of wedlock were sins against God. Everyone already knew that, of course. However, the elder also expressed that this can be extremely frustrating for teenage boys of the Mormon faith. He offered suggestions to alleviate the sexual frustrations that arose from remaining within the grace of God. Most of it was what Tyler already covered. My eyes went to the bullet points. 1) Sex is denfined as the thrusting of an erection within a vagina. However, there is a common practice of inserting the penis into the vagina and remaining still, allowing the man to bask in the pleasure of a warm, wet vagina without it being a sin. Should a man choose to practice this act, he must be careful not to thrust his penis within the vagina, lest he commit a mortal sin. 2) Since sex is defined as the thrusting of an erection within a vagina, placing the penis within a mouth is not considered sex and may also a suitable option. However, should a man choose to practice this act, he must not thrust his penis within the mouth. Thrusting the penis within the mouth is considered oral sex, which is also a mortal sin. 3) Inserting the penis in a mouth or vagina is not considered sex as long as the man does not thrust his penis. Homosexual sex is considered a mortal sin; however, it is only considered homosexual sex if the man thrusts his penis in and out of another man's mouth. Inserting the penis into another man's mouth is not considered a sin, as long as the man does not thrust his penis. 4) The anus is solely for excereting waste. Inserting a penis into the anus is an affront to God's creation. Other names for the anus may be: butthole, asshole or chute. A man's penis may ONLY be inserted into a mouth or vagina. Other names for vagina may be: pussy, cunt, bussy or hole. The penis may be inserted into any of these, as long as the man does not thrust his penis. 5) Masturbating and premarital sex are sins against God; however, it is common for men to ejaculte while 'soaking'. Ejaculating while Soaking is not considered a sin.

I stood there wide-eyed, having never heard an elder use such vulgar words before. I assumed he needed to name the inappropriate terms in order to clarify as much as possible.

"Well? What do you think?" Tyler asked nervously.

"I mean, it all makes sense, I guess. And an elder would never publish this if it weren't true..." I bit my lip, thinking. "And it means I don't have to find a girl to Soak with. But I think I'd have a harder time finding a guy that would be willing to do it. Besides, I don't think I'd even be able to keep an erection if I did it with a guy." I pouted. "I wish Susie Hausmann would do it, but I could never bring myslef to ask her."

Tyler looked up into my eyes, it looked like he was struggling not to smile. I bet he didn't want me to think he was laughing at my situation. "Well... I can always help you." He whispered.

It took me a second to realize what he was saying. "Wait. You mean... you mean you would Soak with me? That would mean having my hard penis resting in your mouth for a while." I stared at Tyler, figuring he would change his mind after realizing this.

"Hey, you're my buddy. I'll do anything for you, dude. I'll even open wide and let your big thick cock fill my mouth, just so you can have some relief."

My penis twitched hearing Tyler say that, I didn't even mind the vulgar way in which he said it. "Um, are you sure, Ty? It's kind of big, I don't want to hurt you. Do you think you'd even be able to breath?" I asked, concerned.

"You let me worry about that. I've been practicing with bananas the past few days in case you asked me to help. I'll be fine."

I couldn't believe my ears. My best friend just admitted he'd been stuffing his mouth full of bananas the last few days to prepare himself in case I asked to put my hard penis in his mouth. He really is the best friend a guy could ever have. How many other guys would be willing to have their friend's penis in their mouth to help him out. Only Tyler.

"Okay." The word came out of my mouth before I realized. My mind was in a fog imagining the feeling of having my large hard penis inside a warm wet mouth. Thank God for loopholes!

Tyler shuddered and broke out in a huge smile. "Awesome! Why don't you sit down on the edge of your bed. Take your clothes off and get comfortable!" He was as excited as a boy on Christmas morning.

I did as he said and stripped off my clothes. I was used to Tyler staring at me as I took off my clothes, he's done it every time I've taken my clothes off around him. I know it's because he admires my muscles, since he isn't as bulked up as I am. It's like when he stares at my penis whenever he sees it because I'm uncircumsied and he's not, he wishes he still had his foreskin. I know it's not because he's attracted to me or anything, Tyler is too into sports and his voice is too deep for him to be a homosexual.

I stood by my bed completely naked, nervous to get started. Tyler smirked, stepped up next to me and shoved me playfully onto the bed. We both giggled. Tyler slowly lowered himself in front of me until he was on his knees, staring at my large erection. I hadn't realized until that moment that my penis had hardened. I guess it was excited to feel a warm wet mouth around it.

Tyler looked like he was in one of his trances as his eyes follow my large erection throbbing around my groin. I'd seen that look a million times. Sometimes Tyler would get cuaght up staring at my penis (obviously wishing he he still had foreskin like me). I snapped my fingers. Immediatley, Tyler shifted his gaze to mine. This time I didn't recognize the look on his face. It was as if he got angry that I snapped at him like a dog. His gaze was intense, mouth agape, tongue peeking out passed his lips. He almost looked lustful, but I knew that couldn't possibly be the case.

"Ready?" He asked me.

I gulped and nodded slowly.

Tyler's gaze returned to my throbbing erection as he began to lower his head towards it. He opened his mouth wide, I could feel the moist heat on my thick head. Suddenly, I felt Tyler's lips close halfway down my hard shaft.

I spasmed. I'd never felt anything so good before in my life. I wanted more, but knew I couldn't. I would lose my soul if I pushed more of my penis into his mouth. Besides, I don't think I could fit anymore of my thick erection in his mouth. I could feel the head of my penis pressing agaisnt the wall of his throat.

"OHHHHH!" I moaned out. "Tyler, this is the best feeling ever!" I told him, excitedly. "I'm so glad you found a way for me to feel this way!" I leaned back, my elbows on my bed as I looked down at my large penis stuffing my best friend's mouth. If I were a homosexual, it probably would have turned me on.

Tyler responded by suckling on my shaft.

"Oh my GOD!" I yelled. It felt incredible. It literally felt like heaven.

Suddenly, I heard someone rushing up the stairs.

"Is everything alright, boys?" My mom asked from the other side of my bedroom door.

Tyler swiped his tongue around my throbbing hard shaft, causing me to squeal.

"Yes, mom!" I managed to squeak out, almost overcome with pleasure. "Just wrestling!"

I can't believe I just lied to my mom. I've NEVER lied to her. I never had anyhting to lie to her about. I know having my erection Soaking in my best friends warm wet mouth wasn't techniacally a sin, but I also didn't think it was polite for my parents to know about it.

"Okay, sweetheart! Dinner in an hour! Will Tyler be joining us?" She asked.

I looked down at Tyler, his lips stretched obscenely around my large, thick erection. His eyes caught mine and he nodded up and down, causing his mouth to slide up and down my shaft.

"UGGHHH!" I shuddered in pleasure again. "Yes, he'll be joining us for dinner!"

"That's great! Be down in an hour, you two!" I heard her walk back down the stairs.

"Oh my goodness, Tyler! That feels amazing, but you can't move up and down my erection like that!"

Tyler slid off my erection, his lips wrapped tightly around my thick shaft the whole time. He wrapped his hand around my erection and stared up at me. "Why not?" He asked, surprised. "The pamphlet said the man can't thrust his erection in and out of a mouth. It never said anything about the mouth sliding up and down the erection." Tyler looked at me as if this were another obvious loophole.

I thought it over for a moment, loving the feeling of Tyler's hand wrapped around my shaft. I guess he was technically correct. The pamphlet was very adamant that a man couldn't thrust his penis, but not once did it say anything about the mouth moving around it. God would understand, right?

"Yeah... I guess you're right." The instant I said that, Tyler began to slowly stroke my large erection. "Ahhh!" I moaned with the pleasure. "I guess it isn't considered masturbation if you stroke my penis either, huh?" I grunted, trying not to ejaculate. I wanted the pleasure to last before my first orgasm.

Tyler smirked, agreeing with my reasoning. "Did you like having your big cock in my mouth?" Tyler raised an eyebrow.

I blushed hearing him call my penis a 'big cock', it was so dirty. "Ty, can you PLEASE not call it that?" I asked in exasperation. "But... yes, it felt amazing. I've never felt anything so good in my entire life!"

Tyler was looking smug now. "Tell you what, I'll put your penis back in my mouth and slide up and down on it again..." He stared at me intensely. "BUT you have to say, 'Put my giant throbbing cock back in your mouth and suck me off, now'".

I couldn't believe Tyler just said that. I couldn't believe he want ME to say that. I've never said anyhting so vulgar in my life, surely God wouldn't like me saying it.

"Umm," I hesitated. Tyler grasped my shaft harder and stroked faster. Pleasure pumped through my body, my mind wasn't thinking straight. I had never felt such intense pleasure in my life and it was confusing the heck out of me. "Okay!"

Tyler smirked once again, waiting for me to say what he wanted me to say. "Say it." He demanded.

I swallowed hard, gathering the will to say it. God would understand, he knew the duress I was under. "Tyler... P-put m-my g-giant throbbing cock back in your mouth and SUCK ME OFF NOW!" I never knew that saying naughty words could feel so good, I closed my eyes and almost ejaculated from the intense feeling!

I felt Tyler's mouth back on my erection - I mean... my cock... yes... Yes! I felt Tyler's mouth back on my cock! Even thinking the word sent electricity through me, I even felt my testicles jump!

Tyler snorted as I felt his mouth sliding up and down my throbbing cock. It was hard to believe the grace of God must feel even BETTER than this. It almost made me want to die and go to Heaven as soon as I could! But I had no intention of dying young, instead the feeling of my best friend's mouth on my cock would have to suffice, and suffice it would!

I had to restrain myself from thrusting my cock in and out of Tyler's mouth, the temptaion was strong. Hey, maybe that was the whole point of Soaking: to resist temptation while it was at its strongest, thus bringing you closer to God. It makes sense!

Tyler was sliding up and down my cock faster and faster, it even felt like he was sucking me in farther. I knew it wasn't possible to get in any more, his throat prevented me from adding the other half of my cock to his mouth.

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! OH MY GOODNESS!" I kept repeating, like a prophet in a trance recieving a devine revelation.

Suddenly, Tyler sat up and spat my cock out of his mouth. I moaned in desperation. "You like me sucking your huge cock, Oliver?" Tyler asked.

What kind of question was that? Was it not obvious I was enjoying it? I thought it was pretty obvious. I just nodded and groaned, praying he would start sucking me again.

Instead, Tyler started stroking me with his hand again. "Ya know, I've always wondered how big you are. You ever measure?" He asked innocently.

Measure? Measure what, my penis - I mean, my cock? Why would I measure it? "Uh, no. What do you mean?"

Tyler chuckled. "You mean you've never wondered how big this monster is? Every guy in the history of the universe has measured his dick, except you apparently." He continued stroking me, driving me nuts. "Here, let's measure it." He stood up and grabbed the ruler from my desk, then knelt back down in front of my throbbing cock.

"Why does it matter how big it is?" I asked.

Tyler rolled his eyes. "It matters," he said. With one hand he held up my hard cock and with the other he put the ruler against the top of the shaft. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Tyler yelled at the top of his lungs.

"TYLER!" We heard my mom yell from the kitchen.

It didn't surprise me she could hear Tyler from how loudly he shouted. Every once in a while one of my parents had to chide Tyler for using inappropriate language in the house.

"SORRY MRS. JENSEN!" Tyler yelled down to her. Looking back at me, he spoke quieter. "Dude, do you have any idea just how big you are?" He sounded shocked.

"I don't know, I've never thought of it before. I guess it's bigger than the other guys in class, though. Maybe six or seven inches?" I offered in response.

Tyler's eyes went wide and he rolled them again. "I'M six inches, dude. Most of us are six or seven. YOU are a solid TEN FUCKING INCHES!" Tyler made sure to keep his voice down enough so my mom wouldn't hear him again.

"Really?" I said. "Is that big?" I honestly had no idea, I never paid attention to penises.

"'Is that big?'" Tyler repeated in a mocking tone. "Yeah, dummy! That's HUGE! I mean, I always knew you were big. Your boner always sticks out a lot whenever I see it in your jeans, and it always looked fat and long when I've seen it soft. But finally seeing it hard like this... it's incredible! I figured you were probably, like, eight inches. This... this is insane!"

"Wait, you thought it was eight inches? Why were you thinking about it at all?" I asked, genuinely not understanding.

All this time he kept stroking my cock, making me feel amazing. My breathing was heavy and fast.

"Well... I mean, it's always there and it's always been big... I'm sure the other guys have tried guessing how big it is." Tyler blushed for the first time all day. "Any guy in the world would kill for a cock like this. Grown ass men don't have dicks this big. This is a porn star cock." He snorted.

"What?! I would never get involved with pornography!" I felt offended. I would never degrade myself like that.

"Calm down. I didn't say you would, I just say you COULD."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Whatever. If a guy ever wants to trade with me, I'd be happy. It's too big. It's always swinging back and forth, slapping my testicles when I walk. It's too hard to hide when it's erect, too. Plus, what's the point of it being so big? You're only able to get half of it in your mouth, anyway." I said, annoyed.

Tyler looked at me like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're the only guy in histroy to ever complain that his dick is too big." He chuckled. "Tell you what, if I can get your entire cock in my mouth, you'll promise to let me Soak you anytime I want."

I felt Tyler stroking my cock even faster, eliciting a deep moan from my throat. I was having trouble processing what he said. It was so bizzare and my brain felt like it was going at half speed. "W-what?"

Tyler released my throbbing cock and kissed the tip of the head, his lips opening and engulfing the large gland.

I moaned loudly, too loudly. I had to be more careful.

Tyler pulled his mouth off my cock head. "I said," he flicked his tongue around the flare of my head. "If I can get the WHOLE THING in my mouth, you'll let me Soak your cock anytime I want."

"You WANT to Soak my cock? I thought you were just doing me a favor because we're best buddies. Why would you WANT to have my cock in your mouth?" It made no sense to me. Was I understanding him correctly?

"We're doing each other a favor, trust me." Tyler snorted again. "So, do you promise?"

I really had no idea what was going on, but it seemed like a safe bet. If my cock really is ten inches, then he had only been able to get five inches of it in his mouth before. There was no possible way he could get another five inches in there. It would be a maricle if it happened.

"Yeah, okay. It would take a maricle for you to get the last half of my cock in your mouth. It'll never happen. Bet." I said confidently.

I've never approved of the phrase 'shit-eating grin' before, but it's the only way to describe how Tyler looked at me when I accepted his terms.

"Bet." He said. With that, Tyler wrapped his tight lips around my cock head again, continuing down my shaft to take the first half of my cock into his mouth.

I was so close to ejaculating. The pleasure was overwhelming. I couldn't believe there was something that could cause me so much joy. This must be what it's like to sing His praises with the choir of angles in Heaven: an eternity of overwhelming pleasure and joy!

"UGHHH!" I moaned as Tyler massaged my cock with his warm wet mouth. "Ty... Ty, I'm close to orgasming. You should pull off before I ejaculate into your mouth!" I spit through gritted teeth. It took all my will power to not orgasm. I couldn't release my semen into my best friend's mouth, that would be obscene.

"TY! COME ON!" I tried pushing his head away from my crotch. I knew I only had seconds to get his mouth off my throbbing cock.

Tyler stared intently up at me as he started lowering his head into my groin more.

There was no way...

He kept pushing his head down. I felt the tip of my cock pushing hard against the wall of his throat.

There were tears welling up in Tyler's eyes. I heard him cough and felt him shake his head from side to side.

We locked eyes. We both knew what was about to happen: a maricle. It was too much for me, I felt my testicles pull up to the base of my throbbing hard cock. It was the most intimate moment of my life and I was sharing it with my best friend. I couldn't hold it anymore. A million thoughts ran through my head, but I was delirious with the ecstacy Tyler was giving me. I was a second away from releasing my first ever load of ejaculate.

"Do it." I heard myslef tell him.

Instantly, Tyler put all his weight into forcing his lips to the base of my big thick cock. The moment my cock head burst passed his tight throat muslces, I began shaking and moaning. Tyler swallowed all ten inches down his throat, my cock pulsing as it unloaded an unbelievable amount of jism into his belly. I couldn't help wrapping my arms around the back of his head, just in case he had any ideas of pulling away. There couldn't possibly be a better feeling in existance than the amazing pleasure I was feeling at that moment.

"OH MY GOD, TYLER! I can't belive it! This is Heaven! You're an angel! Don't stop!" I blathered on.

Tyler obeyed. He snorted and coughed, sending spit and snot all over my pelvis. I realized he couldn't breath. It turned me on even more. Why was suffocating my best friend turning me on so much?

Tyler started moving his throat up and down my still pulsating cock, pleasuring me beyond belief. He looked like he was posessed. His eyes looked vacant as he focused on pleasruing my huge ten inch cock, all while trying to not choke to death.

I didn't want it to stop. Would I let Tyler, my BEST FRIEND, suffocate to death on my monster cock JUST because it felt otherworldly?

Then it hit me. THIS was the test. If I kept my giant cock buried in Tyler's throat, it would kill him and I would fail the test, forever falling from God's grace. If I pushed him off, letting him breath and end my pleasure, I would pass.

Decision time...

Okay, oaky! I love Tyler like a brother, I would never hurt him like that. I also didn't want to spend eternity in Hell.

I opened my arms and felt Tyler pull back off my cock.

Tyler gasped and sucked in air. He was a mess, snot, saliva and tears covering his face as he heaved in air, looking terrified.

I immeditaley felt guilty. I had almost given into temptation. I had almost gone too far. I had almost killed my best friend. My best friend, who gave me such exquisite pleasure. My best friend, who almost made me see the face of God Himslef. What had I done?

"Oh, Tyler!" I lept forward and wrapped my arms around him. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me! I wasn't thinking straight! Please forgive me, PLEASE!" I started sobbing against his shoulder.

Tyler's breathing was beginning to steady. He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. "That was the best thing that ever happened to me." He chuckled dryly.

He must've seen the confusion on my face.

"That was amazing. It was like I was in another dimension. A dimension of ecstacy. Maybe Heaven IS real." He started laughing.

"Of COURSE Heaven is real, Ty! I was just there! And I guess you were, too! I knew it looked like you were somewhere else while my cock was buried in your throat!

We kneeled on my bedroom floor, holding each other. After a few minutes of recovering from my first (HEAVENLY) orgasm, I stood up and started getting my clothes back on. Tyler sat on the floor watching me get dressed.

"I'm staying over tonight." Tyler said matter-of-factly.

"Duh. It's Friday, you always stay over on Fridays." I said, pulling my shirt over my head.

Tyler sat there shaking his head in apparent disbelief. I wasn't sure what he couldn't believe, but I was feeling too good to care.

"Wanna game a little before dinner?" I asked casually.

Tyler looked at me like I was the Messiah Himself. I was used to him staring at me, but this was different. It was almost like he was looking at me like I was God...

Will there be more? God only knows.