Story Themes: Best friends, manipulation, domination, straight to gay
Continuation from Part 13:
"It feels good to get fingered in the ass, huh? What do we call guys who like gettin' their ass opened up. What do we call guys who like feelin' another man's body pressed up against theirs while they open up their legs and let him finger-fuck their primed up holes, huh?"
"... faggots... we call them FAGGOTS... oh... fuck."
"Faggots. That's right. Fuckin' FAGGOTS who have juicy wet pussies where they should have an asshole... and what does that mean? Huh, boy? You're so hard you're gonna shoot out another five rounds of cum from that little prick, I know it. And all because I'm finger-banging your wet... fuckin'... pussy. Tell me, boy. Tell me what that means."
"I... oh fuck, please don't. Please don't make me cum this way.. please, Matt! Fuck... oh GOD...
"Just say it, D. Say what we both know already. Say it to the man who's about to make you shoot without touchin' your peter for the second time in an hour. Say it."
"I... I must be... I'm some kind... fuck... pleeease... fuck, I'm a faggot! FUCK!"
As soon as I said faggot, Matt pressed his fingers hard into that nut buried inside my ass, and I came, hands-free, while hold my legs open, with my best friend smirking at me. I came hard, and shot six rounds of jizz out of my prick and all over my abs. My God... how did it feel so good? Matt fingered my ass and I came, while telling him I was a faggot.
He kept pressing against that button until I stopped shooting juice and my prick started to shrink back down. Then, he got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom where he must have washed his hands. I was coming down from my high, and turned to see him walking back from the bathroom, nearly fully hard. He grabbed the remote, and sat down on the bed with his back against his headboard. He turned the TV back on, and along with it the porn we had on earlier. I was silent and didn't know what to do, but he certainly did.
"Ok, Danny. I don't want to talk. I don't want to talk right now about what just happened. I don't wanna talk about my best friend turnin' into a faggot right here on my bed. But, I do know you're not just gonna use me to play out your fuckin' faggot fantasies, with your hands all over my cock, drinkin' all my nut-cream, and not givin' me exactly what I want. So, get over here, and suck this fuckin' gorgeous cock. Now."
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Part 14:
I panicked. What the hell just happened? How did I just let Matt finger my fuckin' asshole? How did I just lay here and let it happen? Why... why did I ejaculate without even touching my dick? And even more importantly... Matt just told me to suck his cock! Shiiiiiiit! He can't be serious...
"Matt... you don't really mean it, right? You... you don't really want that, right?"
I laid on my back, my cum still drying on my abs and chest, head turned towards my best friend with his eyes fixed on the porn and his huge cock at full mast.
"I think I was pretty clear about what I want, faggot. I want my little buddy to roll over, put his head between my thighs, and swallow my meat. I want my best bud's head bobbin' up and down my fuck stick, until he makes ME cum hands free... just like I did for him when I played with his g-spot until he let loose all over my bed for the second time tonight. Does that clear things up?"
Fuck. How could he be serious about this? And he used that word again... faggot. This time he wasn't just messin' with me like bros do. He meant it. And... rightfully so. I just fuckin' called myself a faggot. Of course he would, too. Oh my god... I just don't understand what's happening right now!
"Matt, please. I... I don't know what's going on, man. I swear to fuckin' god. I... I know I said... I know what I called myself. But, really... I'm not. I'm not a faggot. I'm not a fuckin' faggot, man. I don't know why I came so hard with you... doin' what you did to my ass... I... we've only been helpin' each other out with our problems for fuckin' swim class, right? That's all we've been doin'. I don't want to suck you off, man. Please..."
Matt turned from the porn and looked me in the eyes.
"Ok. Go wipe yourself off. Get that runny jizz off your chest, then come back here."
I rolled myself off the side of the bed and went into the bathroom. The evidence of my hands-free explosion all over my torso, and now matted in the hair around my soft prick. I grabbed a hand towel, ran it under the water, and cleaned up my own mess. Matt called my cum runny, and I guess it did seem a little thinner than the consistency of his cum, now that I think about it. I'd never really noticed that before, even after becoming very well acquainted with my best friend's cum these last few weeks. His was thicker, and if I'm being totally honest, he always shot more ballcream than I did. Even after he'd gotten off multiple times in a day, his nuts seemed to churn out more cum than mine did on my first nut of the day.
I walked back into Matt's bedroom and stood next to his bed. I guess I was waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
"Here, Danny. Lay down here, between my legs on the bed, bud. Face down, yeah, just like that. Ok. Now look up at me and let's figure this out. You don't want to suck my cock, is that right?"
From this angle, propped up on my elbows, I was face-to-face with my buddy's thick dick. I had to look past it to see his face.
"Right, Matt. I don't. I can't even-"
"But, you don't have any problem wrapping your hands around my 9-incher and stroking me off, right? You've done that plenty."
"I mean... no, I don't mind that."
"Ok, D. Do that while we talk. Just play with my heavy cock while we figure things out."
I started stroking Matt's cock. It's true, I didn't have a problem doing that now. I'd been handling his cock more than my own for a while now. It felt natural. And not just holding and playing with his dick. This whole setup, so to speak. Being between his legs. Staring at this big uncut dick. Smelling his jock scent - that sweaty smell of a man's cock, balls, and taint. I've gotten pretty used to all of this recently, while helping my bro out with his speedo problem.
"That's a boy, yeah D. Just like that. Play with my meat-stick and make your bro feel better. Nice. So let's think about this. What do we know about your problems, little buddy. First, there's that fat fuckin' ass, right? That's really what started all this. You've got a fat ass like no other dude we've ever seen. It doesn't fit into your speedos, it pops out in tight clothes, and you're embarrassed by it. Danny, you're slowin' down too much on my joystick, man. Pay attention to it. Stay focused on your buddy's fat cock, D. Yeah, and let's keep talkin'. The second thing we know is that you've got a tiny fuckin' prick. We've measured it, we've compared that little nub to my own massive meat, and you've admitted it's fuckin' nothin'. Yeah, buddy. See how big my cock is? Look at that real cock in front of your face. Keep on jackin' it. Keep gettin' this real cock ready, buddy. Yeaaaah... ok. Number three. You've got no problem jerkin' me off. I mean... no problem helpin' me out, right? You've given me a hand here at home, in the truck, in the locker room, the pool... Just like you're doin' now. You've given me a hand with my speedo problem. The fact that my massive cock just won't fuckin' quit - you've been helping me with that. Whether I've got my speedo on or not, you've been givin' your best bro a hand with his heavy bone."
I watched Matt's cock throb in my hands while we talked. Well, while he talked. I was trying to stay focused on my hand. Trying to keep up the stroke I think he liked best, which wasn't easy from this angle. I've come to appreciate how his hooded dick looks compared to mine. When I stroke it, his skin glides up and down over his mushroom head. And when he pumps out some pre-cum, it gets the head all slick and shiny.
"Now number four... you'll swallow my jock juice. My ballcream. My cum, D. You've been covered in it, fuckin' painted white, but you've also been drinkin' it down on the regular, little buddy. I've emptied my nuts right down your throat in the locker room repeatedly. I've held your head in place and you've aimed my exploding cock right at your mouth, stroked my thick load outta my johnson, felt the heat of my seed as it shot from my dick, and let me fill your mouth up with this stud cum while you drank it down like chocolate milk. Hey! Keep focused, buddy. Focus on my cock. Keep strokin', yeah, tighten it up a bit. You know what I like... yeah. Better. Look at that pre- that's oozin' outta the head. You're doin' great, D. Really takin' care of me.
I twitched when he got to number four. He was right, of course, but I hadn't actually thought about the fact that I was actively jerking him off into my mouth and drinking his cum for a while now. To hear him say it that way... it... it did sound really fuckin' gay. Like, how else could that sound? And when he reminded me that I was supposed to focus on his dick, I did see his sticky pre-cum coating his head. I felt it start to run down his shaft under my thumb as I was stroking up and down. I tightened up my grip as he instructed and felt those anxious thoughts about drinking his cum sort of slip away as I focused on his dick.
"Taste some of that pre-, D. You're pumpin' a lot of it outta my balls right now, doin' such a good job. Give it a taste. Yeaaaah, boy. Just like that. Use your free hand to pinch some of that pre-cum and taste it on your tongue. See we're always in such a hurry to get me off and then get dressed before we get caught, you never really have time to just enjoy it. Tell me how that tastes, D. Tell your big buddy how his pre- tastes."
"It's not bad, Matt. It's sticky... and sweet... and I don't know how to describe it, but it just kinda tastes... like you..."
"Hell yes! Fuckin' perfect, Danny. My pre- tastes like me. Keep goin', bud. Keep pinchin' that pre-cum outta my cockhead and put it right there on your tongue. Perfect. Now, back to what we know. Number five. And this one is big, little buddy. Just a little while ago, here on your bro's bed, you got off without touchin' your little prick, D. You made a mess on my sheets with your runny boy-cum while I had my hands on you. A man, your bro, put his hands on you and it made you cream the sheets, D. Well, it was a little more than that. I massaged your body and then I pressed my finger down, spreading open that fat ass, and I pressed my finger into your hole until I hit your g-spot. And then you fuckin' came. And just to satisfy all of your little excuses, I did it again. I fingered your little hole just like my girl's pussy, and you came again. You made a sticky mess on that flat stomach with nothin' more to stimulate you than your best friend's fingers inside you."
I felt the confusion return. He was right about all of it. But, why? It didn't make any sense. I was a bro. A fuckin' straight bro. My bestie was a goddamned testament to manhood, and we've grown up together thick as thieves. I wanted to fuck pussy... I didn't want to suck cock...
"Come on, D. Focus on that cock. Focus on your stroke. Focus on that pre-cum. My pre-cum. I know you're confused, little buddy. That's why we're talkin' about this, right? To help you out? So you won't be so confused anymore. You've really been coaxin' that pre-cum from these nuts, buddy. Still taste good?"
"Yeah... yeah, it's pretty good..."
"Good, buddy. Real good. That juice tastes sweet, right?"
"Yeah, sweet."
"You wanna keep drinkin' that sweet juice, right?"
"Yeah, Matt... sweet"
"Good. Keep drinkin' down my pre-cum, little buddy. Keep strokin' my thick cock and you'll keep gettin' that sweet juice."
"Yeah... I'll keep strokin'..."
"Good boy. Here... you're workin' so hard on that cock. But where's that juice comin' from, bud? Where's your buddy's ball-juice comin' from?"
"Your balls?"
"Right... so why don't you use your free hand to massage these big balls, boy. That'll make sure you keep gettin' more of that sweet pre-fuck you're so into. Here, rub on these nuts, D. Rub on your man's nuts."
I felt Matt move my free hand and place it on his balls. I started massaging them, rubbing them, moving my thumb across the front of the sack while I held it in place with the rest of my hand. I was strokin' his cock and rubbin' his big balls... smelling his scent here between his thighs. Fuck... I was really into this...
"Oh shit, little buddy. That doesn't leave you any hands left to scoop up this pre- from the tip of my cock. Here... I can help you out with that. Let your buddy help you out, too."
I watched Matt scoop his pre- from the tip of his towering cock and bring it down to my tongue. He rested his finger on my tongue while I continued to work him over with my hands.
"Wrap your lips around my finger, D. To make sure you get your juice."
I did as he said, and he moved his finger back and forth a couple of times before taking it out of my wet mouth.
"Good boy. Here, let me give you some more."
He repeated the process and I continued to drink down my buddy's pre-fuck, one scoop at a time.
"Now just keep workin' on my cock. Focus on my cock. Focus on my balls. Focus on the pre-fuck you're bein' fed from your buddy's fingers. Fuck, buddy. You're doin' such a good job takin' care of me. Helpin' me with my aching-fuckin-dick. You're makin' me pump out so much fuckin' pre-cum, boy. I can't keep up with it. Look, some of it's just drippin' down the side there. Down the side of my cock. It would be faster if we cut out the middle man. Here... just let me bring it closer..."
I watched as Matt pressed down on the top of his massive cock and it slowly moved closer to my mouth. I kept stroking him, but he pushed downward on his heavy dick until the head rested on my waiting tongue.
"There... just like that, D. You're not suckin' anybody's cock. Not at all. You're just makin' it easier to keep drinkin' your man's juice. Right from the god-damn tap, buddy. Yeeeah... see how it just drips right out onto your tongue? Fuck, yes! Now, just swallow it down as you go. I'll make sure my cock is back in place when you open your mouth again. There you go... real good, buddy."
When I closed my mouth to swallow the juice, my lips ended up kinda grazing the under-side of Matt's cock. But, as soon as I opened up I put my tongue back out and Matt repositioned his dick. I... I did feel him moving the head around on my tongue a bit before he settled in one spot...
"Ok buddy. Now, back to what we know. Here's the last thing. And I think this is the most important part. When I had my fingers deep inside your butt... when I was rubbin' on that magic spot inside you... when you were on your back like some slut with her pussy spread out for all to see... what did you say? What did you say to me? You told me what you were. You told me that you were a faggot. While you begged me not to "make" you cum... begged me not to make your little peter jump for joy without so much as a finger pressed against it... while all that was happening, you told me that you were some kind of fuckin' faggot. A faggot, D. My best friend told me he's a faggot."
I was so mortified, reliving that experience as he spoke. I felt myself flush red as I continued to help Matt out with is cock... continued to play with his balls, and continued to drink down his god-damned pre-fuck that tasted like apple juice...
"So let's review, D. You've got that fat ass, a tiny little peter between your legs, you stroke your bestie's man-sized cock every day, you drink his cum, and you came while gettin' finger-fucked twice. Oh, right - you also told me you're a faggot. So when my faggot best friend is right here between my legs, playin' with my cock, rubbin' on my balls, and teasin' the tip of my hard-as-nails dick with is tongue just so he can drink down my pre-fuck... why shouldn't I expect him to suck my dick?"
Silence...
"I asked you why I shouldn't expect you to suck my dick after all that, Danny."
I suddenly became aware of the sounds in the room. The sounds of me beating off Matt's cock, and slurping down his pre-cum. I realized I didn't have an answer to his question. Well, I didn't like the answer to his question.
"Come on, D. I'll make this real easy for you. I'm about to somethin' nice for my best friend. Here. Give your hands a break."
He pushed my hands away from his cock.
"We both know what's gonna happen next, D. Don't we? I'm not gonna make you ask me for it, like I should. I've got my hard cock resting on your tongue. This time, when you swallow my pre-fuck, just go on and swallow my head. Here. I'm pullin' my skin back, see? My fat fuckin' mushroom head is practically in your mouth. All you gotta do is put your lips around it."
As wrong as it seemed... as part of me screamed inside my head... I couldn't do anything else. I needed to taste Matt's cock. I wrapped my lips around his head, and drank down the pre-cum I found there, while Matt smiled like a king above me. He folded his arms behind his head as he leaned against the headboard.
"There you go, buddy. Good boy. Yeah, just go easy. Just taste it. Taste the first few inches of that heavy jock dick. Fuck, boy! You're finally gettin' to taste this fat schlong that you've been playin with for all this time. It's gotta be a dream come true for a faggot. Every girl would love to be between my legs, suckin' on this horsecock, but I'm lettin' you have a taste. I don't gotta tell you to watch your teeth - you know that already. You and I have talked as bros about the fact that if we ever felt a girl's teeth on our dicks we'd toss her right out the door, so I know you're gonna treat this thick dick right. Yeah... up and down... up and down... you're settlin' into this quick, D. Real nice... suck my dick, D. Yeah, boy, suck the cock of the real man in this friendship. Suck my fuckin' cock, faggot."
I can't tell you exactly what I was thinking. I suppose I wasn't really thinking. I was just reacting. I was reacting to the words, the logic, the deep voice, the smell, the need I felt. I had to suck Matt's cock. Nothin' else made its way to the surface of my mind. Only cock. His cock. It was just right.
"Ok, boy. Use your hands again. Stroke this meat and play with my nuts again while you suck. There you go... focus on this cock. Yeah, make your buddy feel like a man. Make your buddy feel great. Work at it... work at pleasing that babymaker you've got half-way down your throat. Use that tongue. So fuckin' good for your first time, Danny. Such a fuckin' faggot for your man's cock! Fuck yeah! Now let's work on this tempo, boy."
Matt brought his hands down to my head, and I felt his fingers work their way through my hair and settle in place. Matt guided my head up and down on his cock, at the pace he wanted me to keep.
"There it is... keep it steady... that's the pace I like, D. That's it right there... yeah... I bet you feel those balls pullin' tight, huh? Yeah... it's not gonna take long to get my nut now, faggot. Not gonna take long to give you what you really want. I'm gonna feed you this thick ballcream, just like you want. Feel those nuts, buddy. They got all that hot cream churnin' just for you. Oh god yes, faggot! You're so fuckin' lucky right now. I'm so good to you, fucker. All that playin' around with my cock the last half-hour has me ready to feed you, boy. Right on the fuckin' edge here... Keep goin' - keep suckin' faggot! Keep suckin'... my fuckin'... COCK!"
That was it. That's when my best friend, the fuckin' stud that he was, came down my throat while I fuckin' sucked his 9-inch monster for the first time. I kept goin' while he got his nut right in my mouth.
"FUUUUUCK YEAAAH, you fuckin' faggot! Suckin' that fuckin' cock dry like a total bitch... FUCK, Danny... fuckin' drink down that sweet creamy cum, faggot. Drink it all down. Keep suckin' my cock until you've swallowed every last drop..."
I milked his deflating cock with my mouth and fist, finally letting it slip out when I tasted no more lingering cum.
"Fuck, boy. Wow. I can't believe that just happened. You really just sucked on my king-kong dong and made me bust. You should see your face, Danny. Totally red, and I swear your lips just LOOK like you've been slurpin' on dick. Ok. I need a shower, dude. And you need some time to process what you just did right here. You get dressed and head home. Pack your back in the morning, and you can head back here for the weekend. We've got some shit to figure out, and trust, you'll have some more of this fat cock to suck."
Matt slid off the bed and I watched his ass flex as he walked into his bathroom. I heard the shower start up as I pulled on my clothes and made my way out the door. I felt like some slut he just had his way with... but then he did tell me I'd be spending the rest of the weekend there, kinda like most weekends. Maybe things would be ok?
End of part 14.
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