The door buzzer rang and I got up off the couch to go press the button which would unlock the door. It was Ken; he'd called about an hour ago and asked if he could come over and I told him he could, and that I wasn't expecting anyone either! Ken was coming over because he wanted me to suck his cock. I'd sucked his cock yesterday for the first time and Ken wasn't wasting any time in having me do it again for him, and I didn't mind; in fact I was glad. After he left yesterday I wondered what Ken would think about what had happened and what he would think of me, now that he knew I was a guy who sucked cock, but his phone call answered that question and in a couple of minutes Ken would be comfortably sprawled out somewhere in my apartment with his cock in my mouth and nothing else would matter. Ken and I grew up in the same neighborhood, although back then I didn't really know him because he's 10 years younger than I am. I hadn't seen Ken for about 15 years, in fact that's how old he was when I saw him last, but a month ago Ken suddenly appears at my desk at work and tells me who he is and that he just joined the company. We go out for a drink at the end of the week to talk about the old neighborhood, but then I don't see him for 3 more weeks, which was yesterday when he came over my house for the first time. Now the last time I saw Ken he was 15 and now he's 30, and the second time we talk I end up giving him a blowjob! Surprised doesn't accurately describe how I feel, excited is more like it. So excited in fact, that I'm about to blow him again. But more than that, I'm going to ask Ken something that I've never asked anyone else before. "Hi Ken!" I smiled and brightly said to him, as he was walking through the door. "Back for more, huh?" I joked. "I'm back, but it's you who's getting more!" Ken quickly answered. Ken was referring to the size of his cock, and he wasn't joking! It was almost 9 inches long and it was the biggest cock I'd ever had in my mouth. "Not entirely!" I told him. "A cock as big as yours' feels that much better when it's sucked, compared to a little one." I cockily said. "You might have a point there!" he conceded. Ken took off his clothes and sat down on the couch, and then I went over to him, kneeled on the floor between his legs and started sucking his cock. Ken's cock was so long that even though I had as much of it as I could fit into my mouth, more than half of it still stretched out from my mouth, untouched in front of me. I held the semi-soft shaft still in my mouth and sucked on it, waiting to feel it slowly swell and harden until I could no longer keep my lips around that part of the shaft which was so close to his body. It didn't take long for it to happen, or rather it didn't take long enough for it to happen, so I pulled my head back to suck and lick around the head a moment, before beginning the rhythmic bobbing of my head and the gentle sucking that went along with it. Ken's cock was huge and as I looked down along the shaft as it slid back and forth across my lips, I wondered how much had it grown since I'd seen him last, and had I seen it then would I have sucked it, even though I was 25 and he was 15. Whether I would have, or not, didn't matter now, because what truly matters is the moment in which you are living your life, and I was living this moment of my life with Ken's cock in my mouth. After I'd been sucking his cock for 10 or so minutes, I pulled up my head and let it fall from my mouth. I stood up and then I began taking my clothes off. "Why are you doing that?" Ken asked me. "You know I won't suck your cock!" "I know you won't, and I don't want you to." I told him as I undressed. When I tossed away the last of my clothes I knelt back down and put his cock in my mouth again. I wrapped my right hand around the base of his cock and after moving it in and out of my mouth a few times, I took it out and looked up at Ken. "The reason I took my clothes off is that I want you to do something for me." I then said to him. "What?" Ken simply asked. "I want you to come with me, into the bathroom." I told him. Ken looked at me with this curious and confused look on his face, but before he could say anything I went on. "I'm going to get into the tub and kneel down, facing out. I want you to stand in front of me, at the edge of the tub, put your cock in my mouth and then piss in my mouth." I explained. "You want me to piss in your mouth?" Ken repeated. Ken's voice had a half inquisitive, half amazed tone to it when he said that. "Yes Ken, I want you to piss in my mouth." I confirmed. "Why do you want me to piss in your mouth?" he asked, more curious now than amazed. "You've got a nice, big cock Ken, and I love sucking your cock! Your cock is so powerful and I am so weak and undeserving of it. When I have your cock in my mouth I feel its power over me and I understand how little I am compared to it. I must show your cock I understand its power, show it I understand I am nothing compared to it and so I will kneel and let it piss in my mouth to let it see that I am nothing, nothing more than a mouth for it to put itself into, to Cum into and to piss into." I said. "I see!" Ken said to me. "Come with me now and piss in my mouth." I said. I stood up and started walking towards the bathroom, and Ken immediately followed. I turned on the light and knelt in the tub as I'd said; waiting for Ken and watching him come towards me. When Ken stopped in front of me I opened my mouth widely and tilted my head back to lift my face towards his cock, and then I remained still. Ken dropped his cock into my mouth, stopping when it was half way back to my throat and when I closed my lips around it he remained still, as I was. I knelt still with Ken's cock in my mouth and with my lips tightly wrapped around it, waiting for the first stream of piss to come out of it and hit the back of my throat, for about 5 seconds before it did. It came in one sudden and forceful gush and hit the back of my throat instantly. Half a second later the force of the streaming piss increased and its strength filled my mouth immediately, sending piss squirting out the corners of my mouth into the air and down my face. Ken's cock was still in my mouth and when I tried to swallow the piss in my mouth and maybe catch a breath of air, my teeth sunk into it a bit. That caused Ken to pull it out and hold it with the piss streaming into my mouth, and when he did I took the opportunity to close my mouth and swallow what was there and then catch a quick gasp of air before my mouth filled again. Ken didn't stop pissing when I did that, and when my mouth closed he pissed on my face until it opened again. Since I had never let anyone piss in my mouth before, the entire thing was a new experience and I was glad it was Ken doing it to me. When it was over I took a shower and found Ken in the living room, waiting for me. "I wanted to ask you something before I go." Ken told me. "Sure, what is it?" "Did you mean what you said about my cock being powerful?" "Yes I did! It is powerful and its power controls me." I told him. "What do you mean?" "Your cock is so big and I want it in my mouth. I think about having it in my mouth all the time, and what it feels like in my mouth. I think about it so much that after awhile I don't think about anything else and finally I realize I'd do anything to get it into my mouth. When I do have it in my mouth I feel special and good, and I know I feel that way because of your cock. Your cock has taken me over. My identity is gone along with my pride, my humility and everything else that was me. I finally understand that I am nothing without your cock, that I am a mouth for your cock to use and nothing more. I had you piss in my mouth because having your cock do that to me completed my understanding and my search for fulfillment. I no longer have to search for what I am, because I've already found it. I am not being used at all, but rather it is I who uses instead. Your cock is big, it is controlling, demanding and powerful, and I use its power to make me strong. It is not a weak man who can kneel and put a cock in his mouth, a weak man cannot offer no resistance as the cock in his mouth drives itself into his throat again and again until it finally Cums. A weak man cannot kneel, open his mouth and do nothing as the cock in front of him fills his mouth with piss. But I have learned to be strong enough to do all that, and I was lucky enough to find the cock which showed me the way!" I said. Ken left after that, promising to return tomorrow, and I sat down and thought about what I'd just said.