Although the names have been changed, this a true story of what happened to me over a year ago now. I can't beleive it has been that long.
My name is Aaron, and I was 27 at the time of this story. I'm a pretty regular guy - not a model, but I'm told I'm handsome. I'm six foot, two-hundred fifty pounds, blue eyes, short brown hair, and a goatee. I wish I could say it was all muscle, and I do work out, but I enjoy havin some beers with my buddies a little too much to keep that a trim two-fifty. My girlfriend and I have lived together for five years in a pretty nice area of Los Angeles.
In any case, about a year and a half ago my life changed pretty dramatically over the course of one Sunday afternoon.
My buddy Jim and I have known each other since college. We go out drinking, have dinner together with our girlfriends, go to baseball games (since LA doesn't have a football team, which we'd really prefer), and do all the pretty typical guy-stuff. Jim is about my height, two hundred pounds (mostly muscle, but like me, theres some extra too), brown hair, green eyes. As we often did on Sundays, I came over to his apartment that day to watch a game.
From the minute I walked into the apartment, things were a little different. When I knocked on the door, I just heard Jim's voice call out for me to come on in. I opened it and saw him sitting on the couch in front of the TV.
"Close it and lock it when youre through, bro." Jim called out, still sitting on the couch. "and grab me a beer from the fridge before you sit down."
I replied "No problem" and proceeded to lock the door and grab a couple beers on my way to the couch. We still had about twenty minutes before the game was going to start, but the pre-game was on already. "So how ya doin, Jim? I haven't seen you in a couple weeks."
"Not too bad, but work has been a bitch lately and Robin (his girlfriend) has been visiting her parents this weekend. Been bored out of my mind"
"I hear you, bud. Been needing a chance to relax myself." I repsonded as I relaxed on the couch.
"Pass me the remote. Gonna see what else is on until the game starts."
I saw the remote control on a table accross the room and went to get it and give it to Jim. We continued to chat for a while while he flipped through the channels. A few things caught my eye on TV and I said so, but Jim kept flipping through looking for something he wanted to watch.
Jim turned to me after a few minutes and said "Why dont you order us some pizza. I'm gettin hungry."
At this point I noticed he was being awfully pushy today, which was really unlike him. Jim was normally really easy-going - more of a follower than a leader. - so I decided to put him back in his place a bit. "Bitch, you can order your own pizza."
Jim threw a pillow at me. "You're sitting on my couch, drinkin my beer. The least you can do is order me a pizza." he said before adding "Bitch".
We both laughed and I ordered us a couple pizzas for the afternoon.
Eventually the game started and we settled in on the couch. The pizza guy came and I brought it over to the coffee table during the first half. When half-time started, we were both just leanin back on the couch, enjoying the beer and pizza, when Jim moved next to me and suddenly his feet are in my lap - dirty sneakers and all.
"You should give me a foot massage."
"Fuck off. I'm not massaging your nasty feet" I said and pushed them off my lap.
Jim couldnt be dissuaded apparently and put them right back. "Just do it. Massage my feet."
"Dude, I'm not giving you a foot massage. That's really weird."
"Shut the fuck up and do it, Aaron. You're pissing me off." was his reply.
I didn't know what to make of this side of my long-time buddy, but he is my good friend, and I figured there are worse things that could happen than giving your buddy a foot massage. I gave in, took off his shoes and started to massage him. Jim got a big smile on his face when I finally gave in. As I massaged his feet, he leaned back and started moaning about how good it felt.
"You're doing a great job. Makin me feel awesome"
I didn't really respond, except to continue the massage.
"Where'd you learn to do this? Your're a pro, buddy." he said with another moan.
As he continued to talk to me like that, I noticed that I was getting hard, which was really embarrassing. I hoped Jim didn't notice. His feet were right in my lap, but he didn't give any indication that he knew I was hard. Something about being treated like a servant was really turning me on, and I put even more effort into making my bud feel extra good.
After what seemed like a very long time, but couldn't have been more than ten minutes, since it was still halftime, Jim stood up in front of the couch.
"Get on your knees right here." He said, pointing to the ground in front of him.
I didn't even think about disobeying and in a few seconds I was kneeling in front of my buddy, looking up at him. Since I was looking up at his face, I didn't really see him pulling his shorts down, revealing a semi-hard dick, but I knew what he had done a moment later when he started rubbing his dick on my face and lips.
"Aaron, you're going to suck my dick." He slapped his dick lightly on my cheeks. "And I'm going to cum in your mouth." He rubbed the head of his cock on my closed lips. I could feel it getting harder as he rubbed. "You're going to swallow every drop." He slapped his dick hard on my lips. "And afterwards, you're going to say 'thank you, Jim.' You got that?"
I didn't say anything. I just kept looking up at him, wondering why I was there on my knees while my bud rubbed and slapped my face with his cock. I couldn't deny the enormous hard-on in my pants though. What he was doing just felt right. I was brought out of my thoughts by a hard slap from his dick.
"I said, you got that, cocksucker?"
I couldn't find my voice, so I just nodded my head. After I nodded, I quickly found his balls resting on my lips.
"Kiss 'em, cocksucker." I puckered my lips and kissed. "Bitch, is that how you kiss your girlfriend? Kiss my fuckin balls!"
I opened my mouth and started really kissing his sack, using my tongue and lips, basically making out with my buddy's nutsack.
"Fuck yeah! Thats it. Now open your mouth."
I obediently opened my mouth and immediately felt him insert his cock. He grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my throat. I was choking and coughing the whole time, but he just kept on ramming my mouth. Through my own coughs, I could here him still talking.
"Yeah cocksucker, take my dick all the way"
"Oh yeah, you like havin a real man's cock in your mouth."
"Suck harder while I fuck your pussy mouth. Make me feel real good, fag."
It wasn't long before I felt him tense up and pull me all the way onto his dick as he started to cum, shooting straight down my throat. I didn't even have a chance not to swallow, which i guess was a good thing, considering I'm not sure I would have remembered his order that I was going to swallow every drop.
As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he milked a last drop of cum and left it on my tongue. "What do you say, cocksucker?"
I was confused for a moment before remembering his earlier order. "Thank you, Jim" I said quietly.
Jim just replied, "Good boy." and sat back down on the couch with his legs spread. "You aren't done yet. Suck my balls." Still on my knees, I crawled over to my buddy. He watched my every move with a smirk on his face as I lowered my lips to his balls and started to worship him. The game had come back on at some point, and he continued to watch it while I serviced his nuts. After a while he scooted a little lower on the couch. "Lick a little lower, bitch. Want that tongue on my asshole."
I almost threw up from the thought of licking another guy's ass, but it was a little late to start saying 'no' now, so I obediently started licking from his balls to his ass, getting a few moans in response from Jim.
"Fuck that feels good, Aaron. You're a champ at this." I just kept licking. "You're enjoying this as much as I am, aren't you buddy?" Again I just kept licking until I felt him slap his dick on my forhead. He was hard again. "I asked you a question."
I pulled back. "umm...yeah, Jim. I'm enjoying this, " I responded in a soft voice.
"Good boy. You're learning. We aren't done though. You're my slave for the rest of the day, cocksucker."
I hope you enjoyed this. It's the first time I've really sat down to describe what happened that day. Feel free to email me (str8lrn2srv@aol.com) if you're interested in reading more.