It had been four days since I'd sucked my best friend, Mike's, dick. I had managed to avoid him all week. I knew that I would eventually have to face him, I just could not prepare myself for the confrontation.
How could I explain that in the heat of the moment, his dick waving in my face, while Pam ground herself against me; that it just kind of slipped into my open mouth? I could have spit it out but he seemed to enjoy the moment even after realizing I was sucking his dick and not Pam. How could I explain swallowing his load and licking his cum off my lips?
I can't believe I did it.
I needed to talk to someone. I crossed the courtyard hoping Pam would be home. I didn't know how helpful she would be, but there was no one else. Pam opened the door wearing a short pink robe, which she held against her chest with her hand to keep closed.
"Eric," I think she was surprised to see me. She released the robe and opened the door wider for me to step in. I watched as the robe opened at the top, exposing only cleavage. I had expected her beautiful, firm breast to break free and was disappointed when that did not happen.
"I kind of need to talk," I told her, looking into her face.
"I was just starting dinner," she said. I followed her into the kitchen and took a seat at the breakfast bar. Her back was to me as she deveined shrimp at the sink.
I watched her back for a minute, not knowing how to start. "Well, the other day," I took a breath. "When, when..."
She turned, wiped her hands on a cloth, leaned back against the counter the and smiled at me. I had her undivided attention. I looked at her titties wanting to see them bust through the thin cloth of her robe and then looked down at the counter.
"When I sucked Mike," she waited. "I can't believe I did it," she looked at me and didn't say anything. "I mean, I don't know what to do. I've been avoiding Mike but that can't go on."
She walked across the room and took a seat next to me. I watched, still expecting her titties to pop out at me. "How do you feel about it?"
I stared at her lap. Her legs were spread slightly, my mind drifted to what was between them and then refocused. "I can't believe I did it. You let go of his shit and it was just kind of waving in my face," I swallowed, "and I leaned into it. I think he thought it was you and grabbed my head and just kind of stopped a second." She nodded her head, prompting me to continue. "I kept going, he kept going and I just can't believe it happened".
Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. "How do you think he feels?" she broke the silence.
"I don't know. He got off. He seemed to enjoy it. We haven't talked about it."
"Well," she had a look of wisdom now. It was hard to believe she was a sex kitten. "You at least have to face him. I mean, once you see him you'll know where to begin." She raised an eyebrow, "how does he feel about gay sex?"
"I don't know. He's told a few gay jokes, but otherwise, never really mentioned anything about it."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"It was the heat of the moment. You were so hot. I was feeling good. I can't believe I did it."
"Would you do it again?"
"Well," I hadn't considered that, "probably, it really wasn't bad..."
"You just can't believe you did it," she finished my thought. She stood, walked between my legs and pressed my head to her cleavage. "You have to face him, look into his eyes, you'll know what to say." She hugged me to her, rubbing my back with one hand.
I sat there for a minute, wanting to take a nipple into my mouth and make it swell. I hugged her and knew that she was right. I had to face Mike soon.
"I have shrimp to stir fry," she ushered me to the door and kissed my lips. "Good luck." I kissed her cleavage and left.
I opened my door and stepped into the house, my mind racing. I crossed the livingroom and stood face to face with Mike. I hadn't realized he was there. We just kind of eyed each other. He had definitely changed somehow.
"What's up, E?" he smiled.
"What's up."
"Haven't seen you since..."
"I can't believe I did it," I stammered.
"Me neither," he looked me up and down. He placed a hand on my shoulder, looked around the room as if we were in the middle of a crowd, leaned closer to me and whispered, "It was good though."
I couldn't respond. I sat in a chair, elbows on my knees, forehead in my hand.
"Eric, man," he came and stood right in front of me. I knew if I sat up now I would stare directly into his crotch, glimpsing the imprint of his dick which always seem to hang there, about five inches long. "Do you think you're the first? I've had my dick sucked by my boys before. It's been a long time, though." he laughed. "And it's true," I looked at him, puzzled. "Men do give better head than women."
I was looking into his crotch now. I thought I saw something jump in his sweats. He grabbed his dick and squeezed. I didn't know if it was a conscience move or not. "Think about it." He turned an headed up the stairs.
I sat there for about fifteen or twenty minutes. Mike seemed alright with me sucking his dick, but I still couldn't believe I did it. I honestly did not know if I would do it again.
Mike came bounding down the stairs. I looked up, he was naked, his limp dick bouncing as he walked towards me. "I know it was you first time and the only way you're going to be alright ," he snickered, "is to do it again."
I looked up at him. He was standing directly in front of me, hands on his hips, smiling. I looked down at his limp dick and swallowed, then back into his face. Mike grabbed his dick, stroking slowly. I just sat and watched his dick lengthen. I could not take my eyes off of it. He grapped my shoulder and leaned my face into his crotch. He smelled good, a hint of soap, a slight hint of musk. He rubbed his long, slim dick against my cheek and it seemed to expand to it's full eight inches. He slid his dick along my cheek until it was pressed against my lips.
At this point he seemed to be in control. I licked the tip of his dick. The taste reminded me of snack crackers, salty with a slight taste of sweet butter. I took the circumcised head in my mouth and began swirling my tongue around it. Mike moaned and leaned into me, giving me a few more inches. I held him in my mouth, realizing I enjoyed the hard, yet pliable flesh. I tightened my suction on his shaft and started a licking motion with my tongue. Mike slid slowly along my tongue, back and forth. I felt my own dick jerk in my pants. I grabbed his hips and pulled his body into my face. I now had six inches in my mouth and could feel my throat opening. Mike pulled back. I pulled him to me, taking all eight inches of him. I gagged and choked as his dick pierced my throat. "Shit," Mike shouted. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me off his dick, until just the head was in my mouth. When the burning in my throat subsided, I began bobbing along his dick, sucking in a little more on each down stroke. His dick hit my throat again and I swallowed without gagging, holding it in my throat.
"Suck," he moaned, grabbing the back of my head. He held the back of my head with one hand, the other using my shoulder to steady himself and began stroking into my throat until he was fucking my face. "Shit," he screamed. My dick jerked each time his dick hit my throat. I squeezed his hips tighter, urging him on. He stopped, his dick lodged deep in my face. I felt him jerk in my throat and used his hips to slide his dick out of my throat until it rested on my tongue. I jerked and I felt his hot cum hit my tongue. I released my suction and relaxed my tongue. After two more shots, I swallowed. It tasted good. The thick load went down smoothly and I began to drink. "Damn," Mike pulled his dick out of his mouth by my shoulders.
He was breathing heavily and pulled my head back into his crotch. His long dick rested on my shoulders and a drop of cum slide down my back. We kept this position until Mike's breathing returned to normal. My dick was jerking like crazy, I thought I might be coming.
"Stand up," Mike squeezed my shoulders and I stood. Mike got down on his knees, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I thought I saw his hands shake. He pulled my pants and underwear down at the same time allowing me to step out of them. My dick was hard as a rock and hurting. It jerked and a drop a pre cum landed on the side of Mike's nose. Mike looked up at me. "Damn," was all he said. He pushed me back into the chair and crawled between my knees. He grabbed my dick at the base, between his thumb and forefinger, as if he were handling a snake and stared at it. He leaned into my dick, lips slightly parted. I could feel his breath on my dick. He pulled his head back. "I can't do it," he whispered, apologizing.
He pressed his palms against my chest leaning me further into the chair. He grabbed my dick into his fist and began stroking slowly. His fist seemed to fit perfectly around my dick. I groaned at his touch. He reached up with his other hand a pinched my nipple. I moaned and he sped up his stoke on my dick. He stoked my dick with one hand, pinched my nipple with the other and kept his eyes on my dick the whole time. I clinched my buttocks. "I..I..." I tried to warn Mike. I jerked. The first shot was like a bullet, shooting high in the air and landing in Mike's hair. He aimed my dick towards my chest, still jacking and watching my dick. I shot myself under the chin and kept shooting on my shirt and Mike's hand. He watched my dick until I finished shooting and did not let go. I slumped in the chair.
Finally, Mike let go of my dick and looked at the cum on his hand. He shrugged, placed his hands on my knees and lifted himself up. He stared into my eyes, smiled and said, "maybe next time."
He leaned down, gave me a quick peck on the lips, turned and ran up the stairs.
I can't believe he did it.