Clay and I are both eighteen years old. He is my best friend. Last weekend I kept feeling his cock. My eyes were big but they never quit watching his bone. I jerked him off a few times and he actually liked it. I felt like a queer when I was kneeling between his legs and I was holding his cock. He didn't say anything just watched my face. I wanted to close my lips over Clay's cock as I stroked his cock but I didn't.
Since that weekend Clay was the object of my secret lust and my jerk off fantasies. I could see me kneeling as I suck his cock and lick his balls. But this was my fantasy as I could never come to having sex with Clay. I could always try to maneuver myself into a position to be able to see Clay at school. I felt my dick stir in my jeans when I spotted him talking to his girlfriend at school.
I was always feeling extremely horny. I had to get him to spend another weekend with me. I put my plan into place and asked him to come by Friday. He put me at ease when he accepted my offer. He said he would come by after his date. My parents would be gone until Sunday and I could visualize the consequences of what I was planning.
Thursday before the weekend I saw him after school. He waved to me and asked if I wanted a ride. I hesitated but joined him in the front seat of his car. He stopped in front of my house. I wanted to ask him about my actions the past weekend. I didn't want to freak out my best friend. I also didn't want to misread him. I glanced around nervously, afraid of what he would think of me. I managed to ask him "the" question.
He was quite for a while, and I was started to sweat. "You are my best friend, right?" I nodded a yes. "Whatever we do is between friends. I don't care that you like to play with my rod. It was great waking up with you stroking my cock." My eyes moved toward his crotch, and I thought I saw it outlined in his jeans. I was getting hard just glancing at his basket. I moved my right hand toward his bulge. He laughed, "Damn James you are one crazy dude."
Even though I was sitting with him on a public street I rubbed his jean covered cock. I glanced around as I reached my hand into his jeans, feeling his hardening bone. I heard a noise and I quickly removed my fingers from the open zipper of his jeans. I felt a sticky liquid on my fingers. It was his pre-cum. I moved my fingers to my nostrils to smell Clay's scent. I opened the car door and said, "Tomorrow" as I turned and hurried toward my house.
I was in a cloud for the rest of the night. I was looking forward to living my fantasy but I was also dreading the thought of actually playing with his dick again. I didn't want to take the chance that I might actually take hi s cock and let him shoot his load in my mouth. I knew I wanted to let him. I did want to suck his hard cock and taste it. Yet the thought of taking Clay's cock into my mouth was causing me to sweat. I would become a fag in the eyes of my best friend.
Clay had agreed to spend the weekend but that didn't mean that he had sex on his mind. As the bell announced the end of day Friday, I was filled with doubt about going through with it. This would mark me as a cocksucker. But even as I had these conflicting emotions over and over in my mind, I knew what I wanted. I sat in my den, and let my mind adjust to my plans for the evening. Time passed slowly as my apprehension mounted. But each time I heard a car out in front of my house, my dick jumped to semi- erect. My mouth was watering at my plans. Finally, I heard his car door close. He entered my house and stood in front of me. "What `cha been doing in the dark dude? You didn't start the weekend with out me?" We both laughed as he patted my back. Despite my plans, I did not kneel with his crotch in my face. Instead we started to watch a movie on the tube.
After a commercial Clay went to pee and returned in just his white jockeys with a small wet spot left from his piss. He smiled at me when he moved to the couch beside me. He looked for my reaction as he hooked his thumbs into the band and lowered his jockeys. The weapon of my day dreams was growing fully erect. It stood out straight from his body. My hand moved toward his dick which glistened with sticky pre-cum at his piss slit. I moved between his legs with a puzzled look on my face. How far would I carry "it".
"You kind of boned tonight?" I asked as I looked at his erection. He said, "Sherry and I were never alone tonight. I want to get off bad." I saw a grin on his face as he said, "Just do what you want." With that I took his dick in my hands and began to stroke his steel rod. I was ready to open my lips and to suck on James dick but again I never took this action. His dick felt good in my hands, hard and warm. I could smell the salty scent of his dry sweat. I looked up at him from my kneeling position and wondered what he would think if I took the next logical step.
I kept up my steady stroking as moved in rhythm with his hips. My hands increased in speed and my eyes never left the sight of the opening and closing of his piss slit. I watched as drop after drop squeezed from it. My gaze was fixed on the head of his cock. I had a hard on and I ready to take out my dick and stroke it, but I didn't have a free hand. What happened next I will never forget. As if in slow motion he began to shoot spurts of his cum into my direction. The piss slit opened up and fired a forceful shot over my head. I did not make a move to duck his volleys and I did not point the weapon away from me. Even though he had been drained, his dick was still hard. I never released my grip and move away from him. I still clung to his dick while I felt his slime dripping from my nose and forehead. "Dude, that was awesome. I thought for a few minutes you were going to suck me off." I sat on the floor, letting go of his slime covered dick. He looked down at me and grinned, "Yeah, I thought you were going to." I was surprised that my desire had been so obvious.