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Stephen kicked off his boxer shorts and spread his legs apart. They were muscular, solid, and inviting, and the meaty cock between his thighs was no different. It was flaccid, but that didn’t take away from the sheer size of it. He was proud of his cock. He always had been.
Aside from that, the twenty year old was naked but for a pair of crisp white soccer socks that reached his shins. He wasn’t long finished training, and the delicious scent of sweat lingered around him like an intoxicating mist. He could smell it, too.
Once upon a time, I was his friend. We’d grown up together. Gone to school together, and spent much of our childhood together, but our relationship had changed in recent years. He beckoned me forward with one finger, and I willingly obliged.
His musk grew stronger as I reached him, and nestled myself between his legs. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. Ever since the day I came out to him, my position had been clear. I used only my lips, and sucked his soft cock into my mouth.
I never tired of the taste. Every time my tongue slipped inside his loose foreskin, the ripe, salty flavour of his moist helmet made me shiver. It was a taste that I couldn’t explain. A taste of delicious secrecy, because to the outside world, Stephen and I were still the best of friends, just like we’d always been.
He got hard in my mouth. The flaccid rod began to stretch my lips apart until it reached full mast, and I slowly twirled my tongue around the sensitive head before taking him deeper into my throat.
I’d gotten used to Stephen’s cock. I could trace the bulging veins with my tongue, and knew every inch of him almost better than I knew myself. His cock felt right when it was in my throat. It felt like it was meant to be there.
The handsome, athletic young man rested his head back and took a content sigh. He enjoyed my blowjobs more than anybody else’s, because Stephen had trained me to do it just the way he liked it. I was his toy, and that was fine by both of us.
I spent twenty minutes sensually teasing his cock. Rivers of pre-cum drooled down the underside, and I licked it up like a hungry animal, desperate to fill myself with his juices. I’d spend all day there, just pleasuring my best friend, but Stephen rarely came in my mouth.
His naked body glistened with sweat. It made his muscles even sharper, and I looked up at his impressive abs as I continued to pleasure him. He was like a statue. So solid and desirable. Everything about Stephen was perfect, and he was as much mine, as I was his.
I knew he was ready when his breathing became laboured. He was close enough to orgasm that it would take only seconds more before he squirted his seed into my throat, so I took his twitching cock from my mouth and carefully stroked it as I undressed from the waist down.
He didn’t like to be kept waiting, so I doused my hole in lube and quickly crawled onto him, holding onto his muscular arms as I directed his throbbing rod into my tight opening. He watched me as I did it. He liked to see my own cock come alive. It fed his ego, and I was content with that.
The head slipped inside first. The initial rush of pain began to dwindle as I lowered myself onto him, feeling every bulging inch as it filled my insides. I moaned and gasped as he stretched my ring, and only when I was fully impaled on my best friend’s cock, did I slowly begin to ride.
My leg muscles strained as I propped myself up, and began to glide up and down his rod. My prostate buzzed in response, causing milky fluid to drool onto his abs. I’d be cleaning it up, after, so it didn’t matter.
He closed his eyes and bit down on his lip. His arms remained on the armrests, because he rarely touched me unless it was to hold me in place. I did the work, and that was just the way it was.
I sped up. I imagined his pre-seed drenching my insides in preparation for the finale, and that only made me more determined. My hole belonged to Stephen, and I didn’t want it any other way.
He sucked in air, and squeezed his eyes shut. He was close, now, closer than he’d been before. The pent up excitement since yesterday was bubbling inside his beautiful balls, and the faster I fucked myself, the more he needed to unleash.
“Fuck!” He gasped, when he could hold off no longer. “Ah, fuck!”
His legs shook as his cock discharged thick ropes of cum into me. His sweaty hands gripped my slender waist, and he piston-fucked the load deeper into my guts. He had incredible pace, and the violent thrusts caused my own cock to twitch and spasm, and suddenly my load was squirting across his perfect chest.
I waited until he’d emptied every droplet into me. Despite the overwhelming sensitivity in my own drained body, it was entirely up to Stephen, what happened next.
“Clean me up” he said, breathlessly. Beads of sweat rolled down his smooth, solid chest. It mixed with my cum, and drooled over his abs, and I slowly lifted myself from his softening cock, and took it instantly into my mouth.
He took a slow, sharp breath. His prick was sensitive and unwilling, but I gently cleaned off his sperm and my own ass juices with my tongue, and continued upwards, slurping up my own load, and lapping at his sweaty body.
When Stephen was spotless, I pulled my pants back on and sat on my bed. He remained naked, just like he always did, and grinned at me.
“Dude, my dad got us tickets to the game this weekend!”
“For real?!” I gasped, because we’d been talking about it for months.
“For real” he beamed, “The Chiefs have it”.
“No fuckin’ way, bro” I scoffed, “The Eagles, all day long”.
The two of us sat back and ignored everything that had just happened, which was just the way we both liked it.
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Stephen kicked off his boxer shorts and spread his legs apart. They were muscular, solid, and inviting, and the meaty cock between his thighs was no different. It was flaccid, but that didn’t take away from the sheer size of it. He was proud of his cock. He always had been.
Aside from that, the twenty year old was naked but for a pair of crisp white soccer socks that reached his shins. He wasn’t long finished training, and the delicious scent of sweat lingered around him like an intoxicating mist. He could smell it, too.
Once upon a time, I was his friend. We’d grown up together. Gone to school together, and spent much of our childhood together, but our relationship had changed in recent years. He beckoned me forward with one finger, and I willingly obliged.
His musk grew stronger as I reached him, and nestled myself between his legs. He didn’t need to tell me what to do. Ever since the day I came out to him, my position had been clear. I used only my lips, and sucked his soft cock into my mouth.
I never tired of the taste. Every time my tongue slipped inside his loose foreskin, the ripe, salty flavour of his moist helmet made me shiver. It was a taste that I couldn’t explain. A taste of delicious secrecy, because to the outside world, Stephen and I were still the best of friends, just like we’d always been.
He got hard in my mouth. The flaccid rod began to stretch my lips apart until it reached full mast, and I slowly twirled my tongue around the sensitive head before taking him deeper into my throat.
I’d gotten used to Stephen’s cock. I could trace the bulging veins with my tongue, and knew every inch of him almost better than I knew myself. His cock felt right when it was in my throat. It felt like it was meant to be there.
The handsome, athletic young man rested his head back and took a content sigh. He enjoyed my blowjobs more than anybody else’s, because Stephen had trained me to do it just the way he liked it. I was his toy, and that was fine by both of us.
I spent twenty minutes sensually teasing his cock. Rivers of pre-cum drooled down the underside, and I licked it up like a hungry animal, desperate to fill myself with his juices. I’d spend all day there, just pleasuring my best friend, but Stephen rarely came in my mouth.
His naked body glistened with sweat. It made his muscles even sharper, and I looked up at his impressive abs as I continued to pleasure him. He was like a statue. So solid and desirable. Everything about Stephen was perfect, and he was as much mine, as I was his.
I knew he was ready when his breathing became laboured. He was close enough to orgasm that it would take only seconds more before he squirted his seed into my throat, so I took his twitching cock from my mouth and carefully stroked it as I undressed from the waist down.
He didn’t like to be kept waiting, so I doused my hole in lube and quickly crawled onto him, holding onto his muscular arms as I directed his throbbing rod into my tight opening. He watched me as I did it. He liked to see my own cock come alive. It fed his ego, and I was content with that.
The head slipped inside first. The initial rush of pain began to dwindle as I lowered myself onto him, feeling every bulging inch as it filled my insides. I moaned and gasped as he stretched my ring, and only when I was fully impaled on my best friend’s cock, did I slowly begin to ride.
My leg muscles strained as I propped myself up, and began to glide up and down his rod. My prostate buzzed in response, causing milky fluid to drool onto his abs. I’d be cleaning it up, after, so it didn’t matter.
He closed his eyes and bit down on his lip. His arms remained on the armrests, because he rarely touched me unless it was to hold me in place. I did the work, and that was just the way it was.
I sped up. I imagined his pre-seed drenching my insides in preparation for the finale, and that only made me more determined. My hole belonged to Stephen, and I didn’t want it any other way.
He sucked in air, and squeezed his eyes shut. He was close, now, closer than he’d been before. The pent up excitement since yesterday was bubbling inside his beautiful balls, and the faster I fucked myself, the more he needed to unleash.
“Fuck!” He gasped, when he could hold off no longer. “Ah, fuck!”
His legs shook as his cock discharged thick ropes of cum into me. His sweaty hands gripped my slender waist, and he piston-fucked the load deeper into my guts. He had incredible pace, and the violent thrusts caused my own cock to twitch and spasm, and suddenly my load was squirting across his perfect chest.
I waited until he’d emptied every droplet into me. Despite the overwhelming sensitivity in my own drained body, it was entirely up to Stephen, what happened next.
“Clean me up” he said, breathlessly. Beads of sweat rolled down his smooth, solid chest. It mixed with my cum, and drooled over his abs, and I slowly lifted myself from his softening cock, and took it instantly into my mouth.
He took a slow, sharp breath. His prick was sensitive and unwilling, but I gently cleaned off his sperm and my own ass juices with my tongue, and continued upwards, slurping up my own load, and lapping at his sweaty body.
When Stephen was spotless, I pulled my pants back on and sat on my bed. He remained naked, just like he always did, and grinned at me.
“Dude, my dad got us tickets to the game this weekend!”
“For real?!” I gasped, because we’d been talking about it for months.
“For real” he beamed, “The Chiefs have it”.
“No fuckin’ way, bro” I scoffed, “The Eagles, all day long”.
The two of us sat back and ignored everything that had just happened, which was just the way we both liked it.
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