Convincing Friend to Let Me Suck His Cock

"I know you too well. We're friends.", he said.

I answered, "But can't you have sex with a friend?"

"No, not if I know him very well, it's too embarrassing.", you said while your gaze drifted down to the ground.

"But I'm really horny. I know you're horny too. That's all we've been talking about all evening. I really want to suck your cock. Come on, let me suck you off."

I'm so hot, I've just got to have a cock to suck. I continue to ask him for his cock, hoping that my pleading, might make him change his mind.

"I know you like getting sucked off."

"Yeah I do, but not by a friend. I mean, I've never thought of you in that way. We've never even seen each other naked."

"Come on Mike, let me suck you off, I'll make it feel good. You'll like it, I promise."

I can see by the look in his eyes, that he is beginning to respond to my insistence, that he is getting hot on the idea of getting sucked off. But he is holding back from letting me do him. He can't accept the idea of having sex with a friend. I look at his crotch anL$can see the obvious outline of his cock, and it's getting hard. The sight of his swelling bulge increases my desire to get his cock in my mouth.

"Come on Mike, let me suck your cock."

He looks at me with a glassy faraway look, as if he is not focusing on anything, and rubs his hard-on through his pants. I want his prick so badly now, I am obsessed.

"Please, Mike, please let me suck you off."

He says nothing, stands up and and unbuttons his jeans. I wait anxiously for the first glimpse of the cock I am begging for. He reaches in and pulls out his prick, fully hard now with a large swollen mushroom head, and slightly moist on the end. It throbs in his hand even as he holds it. I have never seen his cock before. I am surprised at how big it is. And, it is hard.

Beautifully hard, hard and throbbing. He looks me directly in the eye and with a raw animal look starts slowly stroking his cock while making pumping motions into the air with his body, tantalizing me, making me want it even more. I get up out of my chair and start toward where he is standing.

As I do, he speaks, "Get down on your knees and crawl over here if you want to suck my cock."

He knows he's got me, I'll do whatever I have to do, to get his prick. I do as he says. I crawl toward where he is standing as he continues stroking his cock, until my mouth is only inches away from it. I move my head closer to put his cock in my mouth when he says, "O.K. Suck it if you want to, but you know I can't suck you back."

"I don't care, as long as I can suck you off."

I take his cock in my mouth and gently begin sucking on it. Mike revels in this situation. He begins talking dirty to me, saying things that embarrass me, but because of my desire to suck him off, my need for his cock, I endure it.

"You said you would make me feel good, so make me feel good, cocksucker. Suck it. Suck it!"

"You don't care who you suck do you? You just like sucking cock! You're not just gay, you're queer!"

The sound of his words in my ears, along with the feeling of his cock in my mouth, makes me reel with excitement. I'm excited because even though we have known each other for a long time, and I don't find him particularly attractive; I am taking his verbal abuse because I need a cock so badly.

"I don't understand sucking someone off who won't suck you, but if you want my dick that badly, you can have it!"

"I've never seen this side of you before. Christ, you'd do anything to get a cock, wouldn't you?"

I had never seen this side of him either. I unzip my pants and pull out my dick and stroke it as I continue to suck him. As I bring him closer to his climax, as he gets hotter, he gets more assertive.

"Suck my dick, you cocksucker, suck it good!"

The more abusive he gets, the hotter I get. It's all I can do to keep myself from cumming before I get him off. I keep beating my meat as I continue to suck on his massive, beautiful cock.

"I'm getting close, queer. Get ready to take my cum!"

I look up and see that he is watching me suck him. God I am hot! I want his load, I want it badly.

"Suck it queer, suck it. Get ready to swallow my load you cocksucker! Oh man, here it comes!!"

With that he starts pumping a full load of cum into me . I swallow his load, and feel my climax building up inside. I love the feeling of his cock in my mouth as my cum starts it journey from within my body. I grunt animal noises of orgasm as I shoot all over the carpet while still sucking on his hot cock.

In a moment, after our breathing slows and our heartbeats return to normal, when all of the sex is drained from us both, we just look at each other and say not a word. I feel a little foolish, and I think he does too.

Foolish that we have both seen a secret part of each other, a part of ourselves that had not surfaced before, a very private part that usually friends don't share with each other.

Finally Mike says, "I don't think we should do that again."

We silently put our cocks back in our pants and remain awkwardly motionless for quite a while. Finally, we take our seats again and resume our conversation, with no reference to what had just occurred, as if it had not happened.

It never happened again, nor did we ever speak of it again.

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written by rick.wagner