My gay oral story: A mouthful of cock

Ben was my only friend. A couple of years older than me. And of course, I know that he only tolerates me as his 'friend' because I suck his cock. That was the understanding between us. We both knew it. We both accept it. My mother didn't trust him, and said he was a creep. She said I should be careful, I was too slow, too easily-led, too trusting. 

Whenever Ben comes around. We go someplace together, to the Mall, to the Café where they have the video-gaming arcade, or we walk down by the river. But every time, at some point, he unzips and hefts his big cock out, I smile in a kind-of bashful way, and go down on him, sucking him enthusiastically until he cums in my mouth.

Then there was this one time when his parents were out of town, and we'd gone back to his house. I was already in a bag of nervous excitement because I knew exactly what he had in mind. In his bedroom we both get naked, I was always a little shy because my cock is much smaller than his, but he was impressively erect, and I squat down and begin sucking him. He laughed and lay back on his bed, so that I crouched down on all-fours above him, bending my head down to suck him as I simultaneously reached down to play with my own little aching hard-on. Then we move around so that I'm lying on my back and he straddles my face, nudging the inflamed heart-shaped head of his saliva-glistening cock back between my parted lips, and begins fucking my mouth in jerky little thrusts so that his balls are swaying and knocking up against my chin.

For a moment he pauses, looks down at me, my mouth filled out into a straining 'o' by the fat girth of his cock, as though he's considering something. I squirm a little beneath him, and suck so hard it makes him grimace with pleasure.

I was on the brink of ejaculation myself. He leans forward, easing more of his cock deeper into my mouth until the pressure brings tears to my eyes. I was groaning helplessly, my legs scissoring behind him, and I began cumming in long trembling strands up my stomach. He laughed and resumes fucking my mouth harder and faster, his hands come down to grip the sides of my head, holding me in place.

I can feel the energy-buzz of him pulsing and throbbing up against my lips, then he gives that familiar grunt and tastes the first jet of his spunk explode in my mouth, then another. My own thighs are bucking, wet and messy, my eyes slammed shut as the sensations roar through me. I swallow once, twice, making an obscene gurgling sound, as he oozes more spunk into my mouth, less forcefully this time. He relaxes the grip on my head, eases back a little, his cock still in my mouth, as I continue lustily sucking it, more gently now. My eyes open. He's looking down at me as I suck contentedly.

'Fuck' he breathed, 'we could make good money by doing this and filming it on our phones. What do you think?' I feel blurry and lost in that dizzy post-orgasmic afterglow, I just murmur 'mmmm' and suck some more.

I'd imagined that it was just something he'd said. An idea that came to him on the spur of the moment. I'd never thought for a moment that he meant it, or intended carrying it through. Until, a few days later, he texts me to come around. I was high on energy and enthusiasm. I enjoy being with Ben, although obviously I anticipated that sex would again be involved. So I was disappointed to find that when I got there, so was Phil, another older friend of Ben. They were talking and laughing together. Ben's parents were out of the house, so we went inside and he got cokes from the freezer.

He calls us through into the bedroom. 'You know what we agreed to, last time?' he said to me. I was confused. 'About filming us on the phone?'

Ben was already getting undressed. He pulls his jeans down and off and I catch a teasing glimpse of his cock dangling between his legs, invitingly. Some of my resistance melts. Ben was my only friend. If I don't do this he'll dump me, and I'll have no-one. He's not much of a friend, but he's the only one I've got. I'd be more alone than I'd ever been. I couldn't bear that. Phil has his phone out. I glance from Ben to Phil, and back again. What else could I do? I grit my teeth and pull my T-shirt up and over my head. Ben was naked now, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling at his cock in a leisurely fashion. Determinedly I push my trousers down and off, attempting to conceal my arousal, but Phil has noticed, and laughs in a cruel mocking way.

'OK' says Phil, lining up the phone. And I crouch down in a self-conscious agony between Ben's splayed legs. I've done this before. It was familiar. All that was different was that Phil was here. His big cock-head is so close to my face. I simply part my lips and feed it into my mouth. Ben groans with pleasure, Phil says 'She-it' as I begin submissively sucking. I relaxed a little.

Then Ben wants to move around, and I was shy of Phil watching as I compliantly reposition myself on my back on the bed, my perkily erect cock swaying, so he can face-fuck me as he had last time. Phil was coming in closer, holding the phone to capture every detail of the fat cock sliding deep into my mouth. The ordeal goes on. When I closed my eyes and simply concentrated hard just on sucking the rigid cock in my mouth it was fine, but I was conscious of Phil moving around us. Ben was close to orgasm, I could tell by the trembling up against my tongue.

He draws back, his cock slips out of my mouth but hangs quivering and throbbing above my face. 'Keep your fucking mouth open' he breathes, I can see his cockhead swell and jerk, and a jet of spunk explodes out across my chin, my teeth, and up my nose. Then a second jet that shoots directly into my mouth, and a third that dribbles and oozes down in a long gooey strand with the consistency of maple-syrup, down onto my tongue.

'Suck it clean' he says. Numbly acquiescent I lift my head and suck the slimy cock back into my mouth. Tasting its pungency. Lying back. It was over.

There was a moment's silence. Ben was moving, Phil was passing him the phone. With a shock I suddenly become aware that Phil has undressed too, and is flexing a large uncircumcised cock. He moves in to straddle me as Ben shifts away, trying out the phone.

I was startled. 'Wait.'

'Hey, it's OK' says Ben soothingly, pushing me firmly back down onto the bed 'it's only fair, you must admit. Phil got excited and watched the action. It's only natural he expects to get his cock sucked too. Now, make it good while I film it.'

They're both bigger and stronger than me. What can I do? I've never been this close to a foreskin before, it was scary. I open my mouth to protest.... but my mouth is instantly stuffed full with cock. Drowning in the faint foetid aroma of masculinity. I whimper, my own cock jerking and twitching in response... Phil is looking down at me as he slithers another inch of his cock into my mouth, I gag and gurgle, close my eyes... and suck. His body is largely hairless, I watch the way his stomach undulates in and out as he thrusts, just a sandy-blonde pubic fringe tinged into auburn that runs down from his navel. It's obvious that Phil is not as used to being sucked-off as I make sure that Ben is. His thrusts are wild with a hungry desperation, I try to concentrate on taking him right between the moist clasp of my lips... until he forces him in tight, and holds it there as I get my second mouthful of the day.

Afterwards I lie on my stomach on the duvet, pouting and sulky. My lower lip is sore, there's a sour cum-taste in my mouth. They don't care. They watch the replays on the phone laughing, whooping and high-fiving. The next day I'm still confused and unsure about what happened.

Then I get a text from Phil. He must have got my number from Ben. He wants to meet me in the video-games arcade. At first I'm sullen and resentful, then I think, why not? He meets me outside, and when we go in together he shoves the coins into the slots, and he buys the coffees. He's so considerate, it's almost like some bizarre first date.

He seems relieved, and tells me 'Ben has that film, but he doesn't know what to do with it. He doesn't know how to upload it or how to monetise it. He's been cruising Porn sites trying to find one.'

He laughs, and I find myself laughing too. When he suggests that we take a walk beside the river, I know exactly what he has in mind. It seems I've found a second friend.