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It was a full week before the voice in my head finally went away.
No, I wasn’t possessed by a demon or anything super-natural. It was the voice of my girlfriend as I watched her body violently shake underneath Bruce’s friend, Doug, as he rammed his hard cock in and out of her open pussy.
“OH DOUGY, FUCK ME HARDER, SWEETIE, GOD I LOVE YOUR BIG COCK INSIDE ME!!”
“MAKE ME CUM,” she shouted. “GOD, I MISSED YOUR BIG COCK WHEN YOU WERE AWAY AT SCHOOL!”
“I’M CUMMING, SWEETIE,” she shouted. “CUM WITH ME — SHOOT YOUR LOAD INSIDE ME, SWEETIE!!”
“OH GOD, DOUGY — I’M CUMMING-I’M-CUMMING-I’M-CUMMMING….”
Those were words I never heard when she and I made love.
Watching my girlfriend bouncing on the bed in the throes of orgasm was not only the single most humiliating moment of my life, but served as a wake-up call for me to finally face reality.
“Johnny, you need to understand that my sister loves you very much as a friend,” Bruce said to me on the night I caught Lori and Doug in bed.
I had let him in the apartment and we were sitting on my sofa. His strong arms holding me made me feel safe and secure. My tears had subsided, and now I was trying to make sense of what I had witnessed.
He continued: “…this may not help, but she has always said ‘John is my very best-est friend in the whole wide world’ – and she means it…but I have to be brutally honest with you, my sister is kind of a slut — she loves sex and she loves big, uh, you know, men….”
“Bruce,” I said, “Lori and I have been seeing each other ‘romantically’ for over a year…are you saying she cheated on me with not only Doug, but other guys, too?”
When he averted his eyes from mine I knew the answer to my question.
I guess I only have myself to blame for what happened next…the moment I can look back to and say changed the course of our entire relationship.
Bruce was kind and understanding; he gently stroked my back and shoulders; I even tolerated the kisses on my neck and cheeks.
I don’t know at what point I glanced down and saw the bulge in his shorts, but I did feel a sense of responsibility for getting him in that condition.
I mean, yes, I knew he liked me ‘in that way’ and also yes, only a couple days prior I had let my guard down and we somehow ended up masturbating each other; but still, that was no excuse for what I did next.
I can’t explain why, and to his utter surprise, I placed my hand on his bulge and squeezed it then slowly moved my hand back and forth over his erection.
“Oh Johnny,” he moaned.
He kissed me passionately on the lips and the next thing I knew his shorts were open and his hard cock was in my hand. What could I do but stroke him to orgasm?
I don’t know what I would have done without Bruce being there for me the entire week.
After work every day, we would be together for the rest of the night. Well, until my roommate, Mike was due home anyway. I didn’t think Mike would understand my special relationship with Bruce.
We had decided since Lori needed ‘their’ car to get to work, Bruce would have the use of mine. So Bruce took my car home each night, and would drive me to work in the morning and pick me up afterwards.
It worked very well so it doesn’t matter to me that Bruce always drives now whenever we go anywhere.
That first day after work I climbed into the car and naturally sat close to the passenger door.
He looked at me with his beautiful smile and said, “Sweetie, no one can see us through these tinted windows, sit next to me and give me a kiss!”
I blushed but did what he wanted. There was still a part of me that cringed whenever he called me “sweetie,” and quite frankly, when we kiss, I am acutely aware of how ‘gay’ it feels.
When we walked into my apartment, he frowned at the mess. I hadn’t been in the mood to clean since the day of the ‘unfortunate incident’ as we now called it.
“Maybe you can tidy up the place before you cook dinner,” he suggested, and I readily agreed.
After dinner, once I had the kitchen spotless, I joined him on the sofa. We talked for awhile then one thing led to another and he kissed me and I kissed him back.
I was still uncomfortable having these make-out sessions with him on my own sofa, but if it hadn’t been for him I don’t think I could have survived the week.
“Sweetie,” he said, “why don’t you strip to your cute little undies.”
“Oh, okay,” I said somewhat surprised.
He has been such a good friend, how could I possibly refuse?
When I stood before him wearing only my string, bikini briefs, he smacked his lips and said, “My God, sweetie, you are sooo sexy! Why don’t you undress me now!”
I flinched but quickly recovered and said, “Oh, okay.”
He had me begin with his shirt. When I opened two buttons he stopped me and said, “Kiss me!”
“Oh, okay,” I said and kissed him full on the lips.
I opened two more buttons and again he said, “Kiss me!”
My blood began boiling. I was starting to enjoy this sexy and erotic game.
By casino oyna the time I removed his shirt, he noticed the boner in my briefs, smiled and said, “How cute!”
“Now my shoes and socks!” he said.
I dropped to my knees and took hold of his left foot, removed the loafer then peeled off his sock.
“Sweetie, would you do something for me?” he asked. “Would you kiss my toes?”
“Oh, okay,” I said. Who could resist that smile?
I started with the big toe, kissed it then moved on.
“No-no, sweetie, take it in your mouth and give it a good sucking!” he said.
Oh my hell how my hard-on throbbed in my briefs!
“Oh, okay,” I said hoarsely.
I began sucking and licking his big toe. I heard him say, “Sweetie, I want you to look me in the eyes while you do this for me!”
“Oh, okay,” I said and obeyed him.
Oh my hell — the intensity I felt – how sexy is this? My balls now aching.
I performed the same action with each toe and when I was finished with his pinky toe, he raised his right foot and I repeated the whole process one more time.
Having to stare into his eyes while I sucked his toes had an overpowering affect on me.
He was no longer the boy who was just a year older than me. No, I now saw him as a wise and mature older man who was getting me through the most difficult time of my life.
I felt such joy and warmth in my heart, I knew I could do whatever it took to please him without getting caught up in the whole ‘it’s so gay’ thing.
By the time I was finished sucking the toes on his right foot, I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his slacks. Oddly, I was thrilled I’d been able to excite him. I took it as the ultimate compliment.
“Sweetie, open my pants and take them down for me…leave my boxers on, okay?” he said.
Oh my goodness, I knew what this was leading to – could I go thru with it?
Well, John, you have already crossed over the gay barrier, I thought, you’ve already given him orgasms with your hand and your mouth, what difference does it make now?
“Oh, okay,” I said.
From my kneeling position, I actually found it easier to open his belt, unfasten his slacks then pull them down and off his legs.
I folded his slacks neatly then laid them next to him on the sofa.
“You’re a good boy, Johnny,” he said.
My heart swelled with pride. Yes, okay, I knew I would soon be having gay sex with Bruce, but he is the man I trusted most in the world and I wanted to please him.
He raised his left leg and said, “Sweetie, kiss and lick my foot!”
“Oh, okay,” I said and immediately obeyed him.
“Keep looking into my eyes!” he said.
“Yes, Bruce!” I replied and did as I was told.
“Good boy,” he said when his foot was glistening with my saliva. “Now kiss your way up my leg!”
“Yes, Bruce!” I said.
It was hard to look him in the eyes while I was kissing his leg, but I did the best I could.
By the time I reached his thigh, the front of my briefs was soaked with pre-cum. Never in all my masturbatory fantasies had I ever pictured myself doing this for a man. This was so unbelievably erotic I was afraid I was going to shoot my load without even being touched.
I slowly worked my way up his inner thigh then it happened — the manly aroma from his crotch assaulted my senses sending me into a deep fog of lust and desire.
Of course, I could no longer look into his eyes, but he didn’t say a word. Both of our breathing became more labored and erratic.
He pulled back the leg-hole of his boxers and said, “Go as high as you can!”
And the higher on his thigh I kissed and licked, the more powerful his manly aroma became. I had never been so dizzy in my life.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I reached for the bulge in his boxers but he pushed my hand away and scolded me.
“You can touch it when I tell you to touch it, okay?”
“Oh, okay…I’m sorry, Bruce!” I said.
He said, “It’s okay, sweetie, you’ll learn…now do the other leg the same way!”
I couldn’t believe I could be this excited without climaxing. Oh my hell, when was this torture going to end?
By the time I finished with his right leg, my brain was mush. I was moaning and groaning incoherently.
He patted the sofa next to him and when I raised up I was so dizzy he had to keep me from falling. I plopped down next to him and he immediately kissed me hard and long. When he broke the kiss I gasped and sucked for air.
“You may take down my shorts now, sweetie!” he said.
I don’t know why I said it, maybe I thought I would finally be allowed to climax, in any event I replied, “Thank you, Bruce.”
But when I reached for the waistband he stopped me and said, “Sweetie, whenever I tell you to take down my shorts you should always go to your knees to do it, okay?”
“Oh, okay, sorry Bruce,” I said. The only other time he had me suck him was in the car, and there was no room for me to be on my knees there.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, sweetie, you’re canlı casino just learning!” he said with a smile.
As I dropped to my knees I briefly wondered what he meant when he said, “…you’re just learning!” but quickly forgot about it when I began tugging down his boxers and his long and slender cock sprang into my view.
When he was naked he moved forward on the sofa. I stared at his large scrotum dangling in mid-air.
“Sweetie, you got me so horny I’m not going to have you lick my cock and balls this time,” he said.
“Oh, okay,” I said but in the back of my mind I was wondering, ‘This time? There will be another time?’
“Take hold of the base of the shaft with your left hand!” he said.
“Yes, Bruce,” I said and did what I was told.
“Good boy! Now cup my balls in your right hand,” he said.
“Yes, Bruce,” I said once again and obeyed him.
“Not too tight…yes, that’s better, good boy!” he said.
“Now wet your lips with your tongue then slide them over my cockhead,” he said.
Oh my hell. This was definitely crossing over to ‘gayness’ but at this point my brain was so foggy I simply said, “Yes, Bruce.”
When my lips were wet, I opened them wide, shifted forward then slid them over his amazingly soft glans.
Oh my goodness! I thought I’d died and gone to heaven! My tongue immediately licked at his slit which had already leaked copious amounts of pre-cum. I moaned when I tasted him.
I moved my head forward drawing more of his hardness inside my mouth.
“No, not yet, sweetie! I want you to get accustomed to licking the cockhead first…your tongue should be constantly licking the glans and underneath the crown, okay?”
With my mouth full of cock, all I could do was mumble, “Mmm-hehhhhhhh….”
My balls ached so much and my mind was in such a thick cloud of fog, from that point on when he gave me ‘suggestions’ on how to suck him I simply did whatever he told me.
He finally gave me permission to take more of his cock in my mouth. I found I could take about four-inches before my gag reflex kicked-in.
“That’s alright, sweetie, it is what it is…press your lips as tight as you can around my cock and remember, always keep your tongue moving!” he instructed me.
The aroma from his crotch with the taste of his cock and the silky smoothness of his flesh caused me to forget everything else. Even the painful case of ‘blue balls’ I was suffering thru.
I was consumed with the need to give him pleasure so he could relieve himself inside my mouth. Nothing mattered except making him cum.
Okay, I know how gay that sounds…maybe it is time to admit that, okay, perhaps I am ‘bisexual’.
I found my rhythm and bobbed my head back and forth over his hard cock. I lost track of time. I was moaning into his flesh.
After a prolonged sucking, he finally said, “Faster!”
My hand increased its tempo on his shaft as my head bobbed furiously up and down.
I felt not only his balls rise in his scrotum, but his cock swell and expand inside my wildly sucking mouth.
He suddenly held my head still and violently fucked my mouth. His cockhead struck the back of my mouth several times causing me to wretch and gag but he didn’t seem to care.
He suddenly became very still for a split second then he thrust his cock as deeply as he could inside my mouth then his balls erupted like a volcano.
“OH-GOD—OH-GOD—OH-GOD….” he shouted as spurt after spurt of hot jizz filled my mouth.
I panicked at the amount he was discharging but I forced myself to concentrate on gulping down all that he gave me.
God how I loved the warm and slick saltiness sliding down my throat filling my belly. Oh okay, I am definitely bisexual!
He kept his rapidly deflating cock in my mouth then suddenly said, “Lick it clean, sweetie!”
I immediately obeyed him and licked at the fluids clinging to his now-soft penis.
When he pushed my head from his cock he said, “Stand up!”
He had to help me to my feet and as soon as I was standing before him he pushed down my briefs and had me step out of them.
He encircled his thumb and forefinger around my high-riding balls and pushed them lower in my scrotum.
To my chagrin, my impending need to climax dissipated…but to my overwhelming joy he grasped the shaft of my hard prick and began quickly stroking it.
He and I both knew it wouldn’t take very long before my balls rose again and exploded.
Oddly, he extended his middle finger to me. Is he giving me the finger? I wondered.
“Take it in your mouth and get it nice and wet!” he said.
I did as I was told.
He abruptly pulled it out of my mouth and said, “Spread your legs as wide as you can!”
He moved his own legs to the side so I could obey his command.
When I felt his finger rubbing my anus I tensed. This was sooo gay!
“Relax,” he said then pinched a buttock hard causing me to yelp, but it did have the desired effect and before I realized kaçak casino what he was doing, he had worked the fingertip past my sphincter and held it there.
I saw shooting stars hurling before my eyes.
He increased the tempo on my dick and I soon began thrusting my hips at him.
Suddenly, my eyeballs rolled in their sockets; my back stiffened and arched and he shoved the finger inside me to the knuckle.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-GODDDDDDDDDDDD….” I cried out.
“SAY IT!” he shouted at me.
I somehow understood what he wanted from me.
As the sperm and semen gushed through my prick and exploded from the slit I shouted, “I’M-CUMMING—I’M-CUMMING—I’M-CUMMING—I’M-CUMMMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG….”
When my balls were empty, Bruce cleaned the excess fluid from my flaccid penis with his hand then presented his hand to my mouth.
I licked his fingers clean.
He then pointed to his belly and thighs where my ejaculations had landed. I quickly went to my knees and licked my cum from his flesh.
He said: “Johnny, you don’t have to answer this question, but do you still think you’re straight?”
Since I had been thinking about it, his question didn’t surprise me, I still fumbled for an answer.
“Well, uh, you know…I think a part of me might be bisexual,” I admitted to him.
He smiled and said, “Ya think?”
We sat around a couple hours talking and watching teevee.
About an hour in, he kissed me then said, “Put your right arm around my shoulders – yes, that’s good…” he then winked at me and added: “Now reach into my shorts and hold my balls!”
I blushed a bright red as I worked my hand beneath the waistband past his flaccid penis then cupped his heavy balls in my small hand.
I was in a rather awkward position, leaning across his body with my hand inside his shorts.
Yes, it was embarrassing at first, but I gradually became accustomed to the weight of his scrotum, and soon didn’t think about it at all.
The next day at work, not a minute went by that I didn’t think about the events of the previous evening. Especially the second time he had me suck his cock.
We had sat next to each other, and he had me reach inside his boxers and hold his balls for him.
After a teevee show we both liked had ended, we began making out again. It didn’t take long until both our pricks stiffened inside our undies.
When he’d begun to stand, I let go of his balls but he admonished me, “No, not until I say so!”
He helped me stand while I remained holding his scrotum. He walked me to the hallway that separated my bedroom from Mike’s. He flipped on the light then stood perpendicular to the long mirror at the end of the hallway.
He took me in his arms and kissed me hard. We kissed a long time. When he broke the kiss my prick was throbbing and oozing pre-cum.
He gazed into my eyes and said, “Take down my shorts!”
I reached for the waistband then stopped. I thought of his earlier instruction to me, extricated my hand from his shorts then went to my knees.
He smiled down at me and said, “Good boy!”
I then tugged down his boxers and his beautiful cock sprang into view.
“You know what to do!” he said.
I grasped the shaft in one hand, cupped his balls in the other, wet my lips and slid them over his purple cockhead.
This time he had me suck him slowly. By the time he said “FASTER!” my jaw was sore.
Oh my goodness, once again my mind was enveloped by the thick cloud of pure lust.
Suddenly, he grabbed my ears, and held me still and feverishly face-fucked me.
This time when I felt his balls rise, I decided to plant my tongue directly on his slit and lap at his sperm and semen that way. It worked like a charm.
As he was bellowing and shouting, I caught his sperm and semen on my tongue, curled it backwards and swallowed his juices. Oh yes, much easier.
Once I had cleaned him, he simply said, “Stay on your knees until I leave!”
I was somewhat surprised, and a little hurt he didn’t want a good-bye kiss.
“Yes, Bruce,” I said anyway.
I watched him slowly dress. I felt a hint of disappointment when his fabulous body was hidden by his clothes.
My heart jumped in my throat when he went to the door without saying as much as ‘Good-bye’….
He suddenly turned to me and with no trace of a smile said, “I want you to think about what kind of boy willingly holds a man’s balls for him for over two-hours!”
When the door closed behind him I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The next morning we exchanged pleasantries when I climbed into the car but that was all and when he dropped me off at work we said “Good-bye” and nothing more.
All day long I worried that I had somehow made him angry.
It bothered me so much I began to worry he wouldn’t pick me up at the end of the day.
When I left work and saw the car in the lot my heart leapt and my spirits soared, but I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of mood he would be in.
I closed the car door and immediately moved close to him and kissed his cheek. He turned and smiled then kissed me hard on the lips.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“Oh, you know, the usual,” I replied.
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