Part 2
"Can you jerk me off please, Johnny?"
"No, that's what I was gonna say. Ask. Can I?" He licked his lips and looked down at my hard cock. "Suck you, I mean? I never have, but I'd like to try if you want me to."
I would have settled for a hand job. It wasn't going to take long to get me there by whatever means. I was as horny as hell from having just jerked off my friend Johnny. I had aimed his cock right at my mouth and when he came, I'd swallowed as much of his warm semen as I could. I'd never done anything like it before and I was surprised that I'd done it. But there was no doubt that I liked it. I could still taste his spunk and feel it in my throat and now I really needed to come too.
"I want you to," I said, "please do it, Johnny."
I grabbed my cock around the base and tilted it towards my friend. He leaned over, opened his lips, and took nearly my entire length into his warm, wet mouth. He stayed like that for a second and I tried to repress the urge to buck my hips up and thrust into his mouth. I didn't want to choke him, but I was just barely in control of my body. There was a tingling around my anus and I slid one hand under me and lightly fingered my hole, the way I do when I'm jerking off and feeling especially naughty. Johnny started moving on me and his tongue pressing the underside of my cock felt unbelievable. Johnny was a natural, covering his teeth with his lips and then pursing them tightly as they popped over the head of my boner on the upstroke. He dove back down and took me a little deeper and then started a steady rhythm, bobbing on my cock like he'd been doing it forever. It occurred to me that maybe this wasn't his first time, but I was too far gone to give that much thought right then. My buddy was getting into it, sloppily and noisily working on my throbbing hard cock. I needed to know what that was like, how it felt to suck dick. I'd only gotten the result: a mouthful of jizz. Now I wanted a mouthful of Johnny's cock.
"Let me try that," I said, toeing my shoes off and pushing my pants and underwear from around my ankles.
"But I'm not done yet," Johnny protested, my cock slapping wetly against my belly, "I thought you wanted to... you didn't come yet."
"I do want to! It feels so good Johnny -- I want to do it to you too. Can we do each other at the same time? Like, sixty-nine?"
"Oh, yeah. Cool,"
He kicked his shoes and pants off too and we scooted around into position so his cock was in my face. I looked past it at him and our eyes met, my cock brushing his lips as he spoke.
"Good idea, dude. Always wanted to... with a chick, I mean... sixty-nine," he said, keeping up the straight guy act, even though I had just jerked him off and swallowed his cum and he was just now sucking my cock. We were buddies, best friends helping each other out, that's all. A couple of guys with cocks so hard they have to be levered down so their buddy can get it in his mouth. A tangle of horny male bodies, moaning and slurping, writhing and thrusting, backs shining with sweat, saliva drooling from lips. We claimed to want women, to want to lick their clits, fuck their pussies, but right now it sure looked like we wanted each other, or each other's cocks anyway. And we were getting plenty. Johnny, in fact, was taking me deeper and deeper until my curved cock went even further. I felt myself completely engulfed, felt his lips against my pubes, my balls touching his nose, and I realized he had swallowed my entire length, was deep-throating me. How was he doing that? What was it like to feel a cock slide into your throat. I had to find out. I let his cock fall from my mouth and it slapped wetly against his belly.
"Johnny. Oh god, Johnny, that feels amazing! Are you...? How can you...?" Johnny and I had been through everything together, could talk about anything, but asking him how he was able to swallow my raging boner: I didn't have the words for that, but I was going to try, "You're taking my cock right down to the base. It must be, like, in your throat? I want to do that to you, buddy, but how can you not choke?"
"I don't know, dude. I mean, it's not like I practiced. How would I?" we were both stroking the other's cock as we spoke, "But when your dick went as far as it could go, in my mouth, I mean, it felt so slippery and hot, I just... Like, instinct took over or something, and I just kept going. Relax your throat, I guess, and, well, swallow. Um... like this."
I watched as he opened up and took me back in, his lips and tongue sliding along the shaft of my cock until I felt the head reach the back of his throat. He paused for a second, then opened his mouth a little wider and let it go right in deep. I could actually feel him swallow, the muscles of his throat caressing my throbbing dick. I nearly came right then, wanted to thrust into him till I blew, but I needed to get his cock into my throat like that first.
"Johnny, wait!" I said, pulling my cock from his throat so that it slapped against my belly and Johnny's lips were against my balls. I could feel him breathing on me, "You're gonna make me come... I wanna try that first."
I put my lips against the wet tip of his cock, like I was kissing it, then let it slide in. I laid my tongue flat against it as I went right down to where I felt it reach the entrance to my throat. I tried to go further, but had to pull back to suppress a gag reflex. I moved my tongue all over Johnny's cock as I willed myself to relax so I could try again. This time there was no gagging and just like that, I felt him slide into my throat. He groaned and I felt a hand on the back of my head, fingers in my hair. He wasn't holding me there, but I pulled off just to make sure, then went back down, proud of how easily he slipped into my throat. Proud of how well I could suck my friend's cock was not something I thought I'd ever be, but here I was. I loved the way his curved cock fit into my mouth and throat -- we clicked together, like puzzle pieces or something. I kept him there, deep in me, then I pulled back till his cock popped out of my mouth. A strand of thick saliva connected my lips to his dick, and more of it drooled out of my mouth. While I marveled at how wet and shiny his throbbing cock looked, Johnny dove back down on me, taking the length of my hardness into his mouth and throat. My moan was stifled by my buddy's cock as I moved back down, swallowing him the same way. We started moving, thrusting our cocks into each other's throats, grunting like some two-backed beast. Hands on asses, bellies heaving, noses buried in hairy balls, we lost ourselves in the sensations. We were friends, not lovers, but good friends who'd found a way to make each other feel great, get relief, get off.
I wasn't going to last much longer and I wanted to warn Johnny as the tingle started in my nuts, but I really didn't want to let his cock leave my mouth and throat. It just felt too good in there, so I moaned around it, hoping he'd get the message but also figuring that he'd know soon enough and could spit my pulsing cock out when he felt the first jet, if he didn't want cum in his mouth. And I was going to come hard, I knew, and a big load too -- I hadn't jerked off for a few days. My hips started to buck as I passed the point of no return. Johnny moaned appreciatively as my cock started spurting into him and I could feel his throat muscles move as he swallowed. He must have liked it because his cock swelled in my mouth as he gave me his second load of the day. I gripped his clenching ass tight, holding on as the waves of pleasure broke over me and the semen streamed form my cock. Johnny must have gotten a bit too much and when he coughed I moved to pull out of his mouth so he didn't choke, but he wasn't having it and used his hands on my ass to keep my still-spurting cock firmly in place. We swallowed and gulped, draining each other completely, until we were truly spent. It felt like the first real orgasm of my life, though I'd had countless sessions jerking off and leaving my belly slick with cum. I felt a lot of things as Johnny's cock softened and I let it fall from my mouth: a little guilt at having done something dirty, a little fear -- was I gay? Was Johnny? Mostly though, I felt happy, relaxed, and a new kind of fondness for my best buddy. Whatever else happened, this summer was going to better -- Johnny and I would help each other through.
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