Straight Friend Asks Me to Watch Him Masturbate His Dream Cock

My friend Alex sat in front of me on the sofa, whilst I reclined lazily on the bean bag. He knew full well that his crotch was at my eye level; indeed, he revelled in his teasing, spreading his legs wide and thrusting his hips forward in a pretence of getting more comfortable. For my part, the sight was wonderful, arousing... frustrating. We'd been friends for a long time, him being straight as a die and me being gay. I had always wondered if Alex really knew what he wanted from life, sexually I mean, but had never pushed the issue for fear of losing his friendship. He had been less than fair on many occasions, making a point of cockteasing me and loving the idea that he could get me wet just by his being around me.

This was one of those times. I felt my dick, hard in my pants, and cursed myself. And him.

I looked up at his face, studying it. His eyes were like big saucers, all wide and wet and bright. The intelligence gleamed therein, and it was that which turned me on more than anything. Here was this fucking wide boy kid, a slip of a man at nineteen, making a fool out of me. I looked lower, my gaze falling on his wide necked sweatshirt top, the ridge of the sternum bone and the smooth neckline. Completely without blemish, untainted.

Kissable. Eminently kissable.

His hair was blond, a dirty straw blond. A floppy fringe and bags of attitude.

I sucked on the joint and passed it on to him. 'You roll good joints,' I said, exhaling the smoke.

'You should know I do everything good,' he muttered. 'Everything.'

'Sorry?'

'Nothing.'

'Oh. Right.'

There was silence for a time, as we both fixed our eyes on each other and stared through nothing. I was losing myself somewhere deep inside his soul, warm and wet and amazing, when he spoke and jolted me back to earth so hard it gave me a jolt.

'I'm not wearing any pants,' he said.

I couldn't believe my ears. I asked him to repeat. He did.

'Why are you telling me that?' I asked.

'Because,' he said, taking a long drag on the joint, then passing it over to me; our hands, our fingers, brushed against each other, 'I know you'll appreciate what you can see through my jeans if you happen to look right now.' I took the joint and looked. I could see the mushroom head, the shaft of his thick prick through the pale cream material. His hand moved down, to rub gently against where the tip could be seen.

The world was quiet. The only noise, his deep sigh as he fingered the line of his dick. I swallowed, hard. 'Why?' I asked.

'Because I want to,' Alex said.

'Why now?' I asked, feeling giddy.

'Like I said,' he mumbled, standing up. 'Because.'

He was above me now, and somehow I'd got myself into a kneeling position though I couldn't recall moving. I was face to face with that bulge, that smooth swelling that offered me much and had been in my mind forever and a day. I could smell him, hot and strong, an aura like a thick warm blanket.... his man smell, something on the tip of the tongue, something not quite there.

'Your pheromones are strong,' I said, somewhat weakly. I swallowed, hard, my throat suddenly dry as I watched his hands slowly unbutton his jeans and reach in. He groaned.

'Watch,' he whispered, barely audible. 'Watch me...'

I couldn't take my eyes off him, not now. I nodded, smiling as I caught full sight of his cockhead for the first time. Large, purple and heavily ridged around the base. I longed to get my lips on that ledge, to move my tongue around it, to navigate it slowly... and carefully, with a featherlight touch...

A drop of precum spilled out of his slit, and dripped downwards.

'When it hits the carpet,' he said, grinning. 'It's yours.'

The world paused as I waited. Then, having first glanced up for permission, I dived to the floor and lapped at the carpet, sucking and feeding hungrily on that tiny amount of man fluid, water and salt and soul essence. I almost came.

I looked up again. Alex had removed his top and was in the process of playing with both of his tits, tweaking them, hardening them... the bastard motherfucker was admiring them.

'You fancy yourself,' I said, reaching up. I was allowed to touch, to stroke, but not to lick.

'Ah ah ah,' he scolded, 'not yet, bitch.'

'Want you...,' I managed to gasp.

'Strip,' he said, simply. I did, quickly. I stood now, before him, for inspection. He liked what he saw, reaching out to fondle my balls, really hard. I winced. It made him smile, a cold twinkle in his eyes.

'Bastard,' I said.

'Absolutely,' he readily agreed, nodding that I should get on the floor again. 'You want what you thought you'd never get. I'm willing to give it to you. Have patience. Remember who you're talking to...'

'Alex. I'm talking to Alex.'

'Alex who?'

'Alex fucking gorgeous Tricker!'

'That's right,' he began as he, too, removed his clothes. He did so gently, carefully, teasingly. 'Alex fucking gorgeous Tricker. The man you crave, the man you need, the man whose dick is your every wish right now. I can see why-,' and at this point he revealed his full glory: a thick penis, about nine inches in length and smooth, circumcised. The ball sac heavy and round and full. 'I have a good dick, A very nice prick,' he continued, savouring the sound of the words he used to describe his now bobbing member. 'Dick. Stiffie. Cock.' He paused, reaching to take a drop of precum onto his finger... .... and squatting... ..... and shoving his fingers into my mouth...

He watched as I sucked, then raised himself up a little. I knew the silent invite, and dived for home. My home sweet home my love my joy my nest my soul my dick my sweet dick my man smell my sweat my salt myessencemyspunkmy.. my cum... joy. I was going down on him, down down and down, until I got to the point where I could only see and smell his pubic hair. I was a part of him, I was his lovestick... I controlled his pleasure from this point on...

And something snapped. I changed the rules. I continued to suck, moving occasionally to take into my mouth his huge balls and froth them with saliva only to slowly lick it off. However, I also let my hands move round to his ass cheeks, those firm hard rocks of smooth, curved flesh and muscle... I gripped them, tight... tighter... one finger, slipped in without his permission...

'Who told you to finger me?' he said, still lying with his head tossed back as I gave him oral. He was, for the most part, lost to the feelings now that were rushing into his dick courtesy of my thorough tongueing.

I pulled back, licked his shaft from base to tip and then looked up into his face as I pulled my mouth off him with reluctance. 'No one,' I replied.

And then I gave him more. Two more fingers. He lifted off the floor with a yelp.

'That hurts!' he exclaimed.

'Good,' was my reply. 'You'd better loosen up, Alex. Now you're the bitch, yes?'

He said nothing, but I felt his ass walls contract around my fingers. I pushed in deeper, until... ahh.. that special... special gland... I could tell I'd hit the spot, his eyes widening. He was amazed at what he was feeling from what I was doing.

'Yes?' I prompted.

'Yes,' he agreed, gasping and pulling suddenly, urgently on his dick. 'Yes yes yesyesyes.. yes...'

'What do you say?' I asked, smiling as he pulsed around my fingers. I wriggled them, the image of a puppet on a string springing to mind as he danced on my fingernails. Like a delicate rose, I felt him opening up and shuddering. A part of me, the spiritual side, slipped into his head and he cried.

'I love you,' he whispered as tears fell. 'God, I love you. I've always loved you.'

The game ended and the joining began in earnest. I don't recall how we got there, but I was fucking him like I had always been fucking him, sweat pouring off us both and fusing us together at the hip. I felt the head of my cock pressing against something tender and sensitive, and Alex squeezed like a vice around my shaft. A beautiful, gorgeous vice. I reached down and kissed him, long and tender and loving, our tongues moving on to lick each other's eyelids, cheeks, lips and neck and ears. I bit on that long, slim but muscular neck that had captivated me for so long. I felt like a vampire lover as I bit deep, and he groaned in pleasure. I fucked deeper, if deeper was possible, and sucked hard, giving him a hicky a lovebiteso red it looked like a heart, pulsing with passion.

'More,' he urged. 'More... more of you, in me... now... more cock, more cock... please.'

The 'please' did me, and I gave one last, animal shove that took all my energies and channelled them into my dick. I felt myself shoot and I roared like something in a jungle, hot cum travelling right up Alex's ass.

'Give me your sperm, I want it, I want it,' he cried out. His tight little ass worked its magic some more, almost straightaway gripping the head of my cock in such a way that both of us were taken by surprise when I had a secondary orgasm. This was made all the sweeter by the fact that Alex came now, in thick, creamy loads, splash after splash hitting his chest, his firm belly and my face as I moved in close.

'Ahhh.. cumming...hot cum!' he yelled.

I grabbed his head and held his eyes open.

'Wha-?' he began, his dick shaking furiously.

'I want you to keep your fucking eyes open,' I screamed as I continued to pump his ass. 'I want to see you coming and I want to see what lies in your soul behind the eyes! I can do that when you cum so cum for me, my boy! Come on, you fucking slag cum!!!'

I watched his face, staring into his pupils as he unleashed a final, mighty, wad. There was, in a split second, a variety of things in his eyes. Nothingness... complete loss of humanity over to lust... and a desire to be made complete, fulfilled...

We both sighed. Alex held me in his arms, and I held him in mine.

'We're equals now,' I said.

He moved his face closer, and slowly, seductively, licked his own cum off my cheek.

'Yes,' he whispered. 'Can I have some more please, Sir?'

I moved a hand behind him, traveling down his back until I could slip a couple of fingers into his still hot, still wet hole. I began to frig his ass again, gently.

'I love being frigged,' he murmured.

'I can tell,' I said.

'By you,' he murmured again.

'I know,' I whispered, and kissed him. 'My baby boy...'

'Your baby...' he whimpered. 'Love me.'

'I will.'

'Would you like to fuck me again?' he mumbled, looking into my eyes.

Oh God, I thought, you're so beautiful and you're mine....

'Plenty of time for that,' I grinned. 'Your turn now.'

And the grin got wider as I watched a boy new to it all, his face breaking into a smile of joy and wondrous discovery as he began learning more of what turned me on....

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