Impulsive By Storyguy22
The day that I actually took Brett's sweet cock in my hand I had acted on pure impulse. I never could have done it any other way, although I had thought about little else for a very long time. Brett was my best bud for probably around two years at that point, and almost from the beginning I had been nearly obsessed with playing with his really nice cock and balls, and quite possibly even sucking it and tasting his creamy cum, although he never had a clue I obsessed over the idea until I actually finally did it...all of it.
At the time it happened we were both fifteen year old high school sophomores, a pair of fairly typical hormone stricken boys who were well into the throws of puberty with all of the usual stresses that went with it; frequent erections and a near constant state of horniness. Each of us jerked off with abandon and we had even ventured so far a few times to do it together, albeit limited to only self-enjoyment. It was during those few occasions I had begun fantasizing about doing Brett as I watched him tugging away at his nice cock until a copious offering of nice creamy semen jetted forth over his flat stomach and smooth chest. I loved how he smelled, and the soft grunts of pleasure he issued as he spent his load, and I wondered how it might feel, and taste, to have the forceful eruption flood into my sucking mouth.
There were several other similarities between Brett and me, both of us being about five-ten and maybe 150 pounds with brown hair worn in a kind of shaggy cut. He had these amazing blue eyes as compared to my own dark brown ones, and the consensus of opinion seemed to think that each of us was cute, and generally likeable. Brett was a baseball fanatic and played on the Jr. varsity at school, and my sport vise was swimming, something I had been into since I was like 8 years old. I was on the school swim team and my specialty event was the 200 meter free style. I was no super star, but I had won my share of meets over the years, but if I was to confess the whole truth and nothing but I would have to admit the strongest attraction that kept me on the team was probably all the exposed smooth boy-flesh and of course those amazingly hot Speedos we all wore.
Anyway, back to my obsession with Brett's cock, and what took place the day I impulsively acted upon it. I took place on a summer Saturday night when I was spending the night at his house, an event that took place frequently at either his place or mine. The evening in question we were alone at his house, his parents out for an evening of dinner and clubbing with friends which pretty much assured us our privacy until the wee hours. Brett and I had earlier pigged out on a huge order-in pizza, and then gone out into the evening heat to play some 1 on 1 hoops in his driveway until we were drenched with sweat. We moved inside the cool house, and took turns showering before regrouping in the family room to watch TV and dick around with some video games. After showering we both had just put on our boxers, and as we surfed the tube and banged away at the game controllers I was all too aware of the tempting bulges at his crotch, and the frequent movement of his cock inside his shorts. If Brett were sharing any of my interest in his cock he didn't show it at all, nor did he seem particularly intrigued by my junk despite my covert efforts to display it to him.
As the evening wore on, with the highly probable assist from the two beers each that Brett had decided to liberate from his Dad's supply, my lustful interest in the treasures I knew lurked behind the thin cotton of his boxers grew steadily until finally, as Brett walked up in front of me where I sat on the sofa, I couldn't resist any longer, and as he stood there holding another beer for me, I focused my hungry gaze on his bulging crotch which was at the moment practically in my face, and let my impulse take over as I simply extended my hand, and grabbed his package. He jumped big time, and uttered a "WTF" loudly, but as I began gently squeezing his thick tube he made no effort to pull away, and after a few seconds of massaging his cock I felt it go hard as nails. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pumped it as my free hand moved to cup his balls, and I shuddered with relief when I heard him mumble something about it feeling amazing. I glanced up at him, my hands still very much involved with his junk, and he gave me a small head shake, and a sloppy grin. I just kind of shrugged, and then took it a step further by hooking my thumbs into the elastic of his boxers, and tugging them down his thighs, freeing his beautiful cock, and plump balls to my drooling gaze.
God he was stunning, so thick, and easily six-plus inches long, his cock was absolutely perfect in every way. He was cut, and the head of his cock was a perfect plum shape, wide and faintly purple with a cute little slit at its center. The shaft was veined, with a wide cum-tube running along the bottom side, and the shaft kind of tapered as it reached the knob. There was a nice little patch of dark hair thatched at the base of it with a fine little trail running up to his navel, and his scrotum was smooth, plump, and dangling nicely between his toned thighs. I reached for it again, wrapping my hand around its girth as I resumed slowly pumping him as my other hand went back to fondle his balls. He made a hissing sound, and when I glanced up at him I saw him kind of grimace, his eyes tightly closed as he kind of rolled his head back in what I hoped was pleasure. Turning my attention back to his pulsing equipment, and I felt my mouth flood with saliva as I stroked him, and acting again on pure impulse. I leaned in, and slid that beautiful cock into my drooling mouth and began sucking it.
Brett issued a loud gasping sound as I bobbed on his rigid pole, and I quickly got the hang of this cock sucking thing, using plenty of swirling tongue and a complete absence of teeth. Brett seemed to equally quickly abandon whatever misgivings he may have been feeling as a cadence of soft mewing sounds flowed from him and his narrow hips began gently thrusting back and forth as he thrust his now glistening cock in and out of my badly drooling mouth. I used my hand to work his plump balls as I steadily sucked him, and in hardly any time at all I was sensing the slightly tart taste of his flowing precum. That experience prompted my next thought, one that I probably should have considered much earlier in the game but hadn't... what was I going to do when Brett was ready to cum. I wasn't totally certain at this point that I was ready for his semen to spurt into my mouth, and I definitely hadn't really considered swallowing the stuff, but to just pull away and end up just jerking him off seemed somehow anti-climatic now that I had come this far down the road, further I suppose than I had originally planned for on this break-out event of giving a blow job.
Less than a minute later the whole debate became purely academic when Brett loosed a deep guttural growling sound while he suddenly grabbed my head in both his hands as he bucked sharply forward, and erupted a warm, thick load of cum into my mouth. His forceful and rapid streamers quickly flooded my mouth which was actually pretty well full of hard cock before the arrival of the cum, and in reflex I simply swallowed, and then swallowed some more as he continued to spurt glob after glob of warm, thick semen. I struggled against an urge to gag and I felt the trails of wet tears run down my cheeks as I gulped down his essence again and again until finally he was spent, and his rigid erection began to weaken and slowly wilt. I opened my mouth then, and pulled back, my head going back as I looked up at him, wary of what his reaction might be to my actions as his lust subsided. His eyes met mine, and held them for a long count, and I was completely speechless, unable to think of a single thing to say at that point. I realized that I was still fondling his now mostly wilted cock, and dropped it at the same time I became aware that a wetness that could only have been overflow dribbles of his cum drizzling down my chin, and I felt my face go hot when I realized how slutty I must look to Brett. My shoulders gave a small shrug, and I tried for a brave little smile that probably didn't work at all, and then Brett kind of rolled his eyes at me, then quickly turned, and walked away. While his action worried me deeply, I couldn't help thinking how damned cute his hot little ass looked as he walked out of the room.
Sitting back on the sofa, I swiped at my mouth and chin with my forearm, and then I kind of swirled my tongue around my mouth, savoring the aftertaste of Brett's creamy ejaculate. I actually kind of liked how it tasted, and the texture of it had been pretty cool too, I thought. I just hadn't been quite ready for the copious volume he had so suddenly delivered, but now, next time, I would know what to expect. Wow, I thought...did I just say, next time?...Hmmm..!
Over the next few minutes a myriad of emotions ran through my mind. I had finally done it, played with and sucked Brett's sweet cock, and ingested a good portion of his creamy semen, and rather than feeling any sense of regret or shame, I felt elated. I had simply loved stroking his hardness, and the feel of it sawing in and out of my mouth as I carefully held the weight of his balls in my hand, and the entire experience just seemed to fill some void I had been feeling for a long time, and I was totally certain that I would do it all again, and again, be it Brett or someone else. I was concerned regarding what my actions might have done to our friendship, but decided that that element was pretty much up to Brett. I was aware of how I had shocked him, and I was equally as aware that he had definitely enjoyed it, judging from his massive load, but the emotional fallout for him might be a problem. Time would tell that story, I decided, and with that conclusion I switched off he thought process, and headed off to the bathroom to give some much needed relief to my own very much throbbing erection, and to clean up my semen streaked face.
Those items deftly handled in short order, I returned to the family room, and settled in with some goofy movie on the tube. Brett remained absent, probably in his bedroom with his mixed up thoughts, and I thought it best to leave him alone to deal with whatever feelings he was having. After a while I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Brett's Dad was shaking me awake, and suggesting that I go hit the sack, it was very late. I numbly nodded and got up off the sofa where I had been sleeping, and staggered off toward Brett's bedroom, hopeful that he would be okay with my showing up.
I quietly slipped into his room, and closed the door behind me. I stood there a few seconds letting my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, the bright moonshine streaming from the window the only light source. Brett was sprawled across his big bed wearing some boxers, and I moved to the far side of the bed, and quietly eased down alongside him and pushed a pillow under my head. I stared at the ceiling a while, listening to the soft sounds of his breathing, and I all but jumped out of my skin as he suddenly spoke quietly as his hand shot out to clutch at my crotch. My cock wasn't startled at all apparently seeing that it instantly went rock hard when he touched it, and I had to smile when he to softly whispered that it was payback time. Turning my head to face him, I whispered back that payback only seemed fair, but it might be pretty amazing to try that thing they called sixty-nine, which would make the whole thing really hot for us both...all at once. Funny how close buds sometimes seem to be on the same page, and this was apparently one of those times because without another word between us Brett and I skinned out of our boxers, and flipped around on the bed as deftly as if we had rehearsed it, and simultaneously began eagerly sucking each other off. Our friendship, always solid and fun, seemed to have reached a new level which was a definite upgrade.
The End Storyguy22@yahoo.com