Slave to Best Friend (part 1)
We were best of friends, when a series of events over many years transformed our friendship to something even more special! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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Mark and I have been best friends since third grade – we do everything together, and I do mean EVERYTHING!
In the summer between sixth and seventh grade we would go into the woods behind his house and jack off together, generally talking about the girls at school and what we'd like to do with them.
One day Mark said, "Dave, how about stroking my cock?"
"Why?" I asked.
"I heard it feels really good when somebody else does it," Mark replied, "That's all."
At that age my judgment wasn't very good and I agreed. As I took his cock in my hand I found that I really liked it. I had never touched another guy's cock or even thought about it, but there I was stroking Mark's hard cock.
"Faster," said Mark, "I'm getting close!"
I stroked him faster and soon he shot his load. Most of it went on the ground, but a little bit landed on my hand. I noticed but don't think Mark did.
Mark was breathing hard and thanked me, saying it was amazing!
I turned away and licked his cum from my hand, curious about the taste. I knew that women gave men blowjobs and sometimes swallowed the cum, and I just wanted to know what it was like.
It had a really strong taste – unlike anything I had ever tried. It wasn't a bad taste – just kind of strange.
"What about me?" I said.
"I'm not really in the mood," said Mark, "Maybe tomorrow."
"What the hell do you mean about not being in the mood?" I demanded.
"Once you cum you feel different about things," Mark replied, "Don't get pissy about it."
I let the matter drop and started stroking myself. Instead of thinking about girls I found myself thinking about stroking Mark, and how it looked to see him shoot his jizz all over!
The next day we went back to our usual jack-off site and I asked Mark to jack me off. "I just don't feel right about it," he said, "But you can still jack me off if you want."
"Why should I jack you off if you won't do me?" I demanded.
"I don't know – I thought maybe you liked doing it," he said.
He was right, but I sure didn't want to admit it.
We jacked off and part way through Mark said, "Please Dave, stroke me again – just one more time?"
"Quit your whining," I said, as I reached over and stroked him. I really wanted this but didn't want to seem too eager. After a few minutes Mark shot his load, but didn't get any on me this time.
"Thanks man," said Mark.
"That's the last time," I said, "So don't even ask again."
That night I jacked off again before bed and couldn't get Marks cock out of my mind. I told him I wouldn't jack him off any more, but I really wanted to. I had to find a way.
The next day I said to Mark, "I know you really like me jacking you off, and I don't really mind – I just want to keep it between us."
"Of course," said Mark, "We're best friends – I would never tell!"
I stroked Mark off, enjoying the sight of his climax, and then jacked myself off.
This continued every day until one day I said, "It's actually kind of awkward to stroke you while sitting next to you – how about if I kneel in front of you?"
Mark agreed and I knelt between his legs as I stroked him. I really wanted to get a closer look at his cock as I stroked, and hoped he would squirt cum on me. If he does I'll complain so he doesn't know I want it.
Mark said he like this position better because I seemed to have a better grip on his cock. I liked it too and soon he was cumming. He shot his load right at me, with some hitting the ground, while some ended up on my shirt and my cheek, and a little went into my open mouth!
I faked gagging, stood up and turned away, pretending to spit, but actually wiping his cum from my cheek into my mouth.
Mark apologized and I told him he should have told me he was cumming.
When I got home I jacked off, thinking about how hot it was to have him cum on me, and imagined him shooting his whole load into my mouth.
The next day Mark asked me how his cum tasted, and I said I didn't know because I only got a little and spit it out right away. Of course the truth is that I liked the strange and manly flavor.
"Would you like to get a better taste?" Mark asked.
"Why would I do that?" I responded.
"I don't know," he replied, "Maybe just curiosity."
I declined but began took my position between his legs and started to stroke him.
I loved being in complete control of Mark! He had surrendered his most prized body part to me, and I was taking him to climax!
As I stroked him I said, "Well, maybe just one taste."
Mark smiled as I continued to jack him, and then said, "I'm getting close – put your mouth there!"
I opened my mouth and positioned myself at the tip of his cock and felt the hot squirts of his cum in my mouth. I held my mouth there until the last squirt missed and hit my chin.
"That was so hot!" exclaimed Mark, "shooting into your mouth."
I loved it but realized I had really crossed a line and said, "I don't think I should have done that."
"Why not?" asked Mark.
"I don't think it's something that guys normally do," I responded.
"Maybe not," Mark agreed, "But we're the very best of friends!"
"Nobody can know about this!" I insisted, and Mark agreed.
That night I jacked off wishing I could swallow Mark's cum every time, but feeling nervous about doing it.
The next day Mark said, "I've been thinking about how things are going, and want to ask you something."
That didn't sound good – was he going to ask me if I was queer?
"What's on your mind?" I responded.
"I really appreciate your taking care of me, and you seem to like it too – even my cumming in your mouth – I was wondering if you would suck my cock."
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