We cuddled and kissed on the couch until Pete was ready to continue.
“Want some more?” he asked.
I did want more. I was crazy with lust, but now I actually bothered to undress him and get undressed. I sat at his feet and examined his cock with curiosity. Fully erect, it was much bigger than mine — definitely bigger than 7 inches (mine was a bit bigger than 6.5 inches) — uncut, and slightly curved upwards. It dripped precum profusely so that the wet, slimy forehead glistened and emitted the most pleasant and arousing smell I could imagine. Pete’s balls pulled up and seemed to mesmerize me as they slowly rolled around in their sack.
“You like my cock?” Pete asked with his trademark arrogant smirk.
He knew his cock was beautiful, but he wanted to hear me saying it was so.
“I love it,” I said. “It’s so fucking big!”
I ran my tongue all the way from his swollen balls and up the length of his throbbing cock. He sighed with pleasure.
“I’ve never thought it feels so nice to suck cock,” I said. “It’s actually nicer than I imagined.”
“So you imagined that?”
“Sure. Many times. Does it bother you?”
“The fact that my best buddy is a cocksucker?” He pretended to think for a moment. “I guess I’m lucky to have a buddy like you.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, because I feel so much closer to you than to any girl. And no girl ever made me feel so good, even Mary.”
Mary was his “kind of girlfriend”. I didn’t want to hear about her, so I sucked on his balls gently to make him think about me, not Mary or anyone else. Pete used to say he really wanted to have his balls played with, so I knew he’d like it.
“WOW!” he moaned. “That’s what I’m talking about. It’s as if you naturally know what to do. Mary wouldn’t suck my balls. She doesn’t even like to suck my cock.”
“Stop talking about her. I’m not interested.”
“Sorry, dude. My point is, I feel so much better with you, and you’re not just my buddy now.”
“So who am I now?”
“My cocksucker?”
I gave him a dirty look.
“Don’t call me a cocksucker. I don’t like it.”
I was lying. This word — no matter how vulgar or humiliating — felt a bit too intimate, so it scared me. I hoped Pete would understand.
“But you are a cocksucker,” he insisted. “You’re sucking my cock right now. And it feels awesome!”
Yeah, he always knew when to push me and how hard.
“You just don’t have a comparison basis,” I said.
“Don’t underestimate me,” he laughed. “I have a huge comparison basis. But I’m not kidding. I feel awesome with you. Let’s be boyfriends!”
“You serious?”
He seemed surprised.
“Why not? You have other hot dudes around?”
“Nope.”
“So you’re gonna be my boyfriend?”
“What will I have to do as your boyfriend?”
“Everything you do as my buddy. Be around, spend time with me. But also take care of my cock. You’re okay with that?”
His cock could erupt any moment because I was stroking it as we talked.
“I see this part of you definitely needs to be taken care of,” I said and got to work.
He didn’t cum quickly this time, because I didn’t let him. I wanted to relish the pleasure of sucking his cock, so if I thought Pete was about to cum, I just slowed down and shifted attention to his balls. They were so incredibly musky that I couldn’t help rubbing my face against them, breathing in their hot scent. I also managed to run my tongue over his butthole, making him shake with pleasure. I was determined to thoroughly explore this part of his body later.
“Don’t stop,” Pete pleaded as my lips wrapped around his cock again. “It feels awesome! I wanna cum in your mouth!”
His approval meant a lot to me now. I wanted him to say I was making him happy. I wanted him to say it over and over again. He shot another load. It was as big as the previous one had been, and he shot it into my mouth, exactly like he’d promised. His cum was hot and thick and wonderfully sweet. I looked up at him as I gulped, and we both smiled.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said.
Then he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I just melted. That moment, I could do anything for him.
I still couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed like I was having a wet dream, but this time, I knew I wasn’t going to wake up, and it felt scary. Pete told me to keep going. He moved his hips now, holding me by the head and thrusting his cock deeper into my throat. Our eyes locked, and I could tell he really appreciated my aptitude for deepthroating. Then he pulled out to give me a quick break. He slapped my face with his cock, and suddenly, I was done. I was shooting hard. I was having the most mind-blowing orgasm in my life. It was so intense that I couldn’t even moan. I was overwhelmed.
“That’s a good boy,” he said softly.
I buried my face in his chest, trembling and panting. I felt so safe and secure with him that it scared the shit out of me. His cock touched my lips, and I took it back into my mouth. I still didn’t want to let it go, and Pete certainly wasn’t done with me yet. The more I sucked on his cock, the deeper it seemed to go down my throat. It was like a game — Deepthroat Your Buddy Like A Good Buddy — and I knew I played it well. I wanted another taste of Pete’s delicious spunk, and Pete was there to give it all to me like a prize. He shot for the third time, right into my mouth.
“Swallow!” he commanded.
I swallowed, wondering if one could develop an addiction to his best buddy’s spunk. It seemed to me I’d never have enough. But Pete didn’t seem to ever have enough either.
“Come on here,” he beckoned.
He kissed me with so much tenderness that I moaned. I cuddled up to him, my hand moving up and down my cock, faster and faster. It took me just a few moments to shoot one more time.
“Have you ever sucked cock before?” Pete asked when we were lying on the couch naked and exhausted.
“Never,” I said.
“You kidding?”
“Nope.”
“So what about being boyfriends?”
“I don’t think you need it,” I said quietly. “You're popular in school and among girls. I’m a standard nerd. We’re not a good couple.”
He jumped to his feet.
“I don’t give a fuck about it, and neither should you. I’ve been your buddy since we were kids, and you know I’ve been a good buddy because I always took care of you. Why you think I won’t do as a boyfriend?”
I hesitated. His words made perfect sense, but I was so scared...
He sat by the couch and gave me a cigarette.
“I know what I want,” he said, his face dead serious. “I love you.”
I wanted to interrupt him and say that wasn’t true, but I hoped he wouldn’t let me.
He actually didn’t.
“Shut the fuck up! I love you,” he said. “I know you’re scared, but I know what to do. I’ll take care of it, okay? Trust me.”
I couldn’t hide my triumphant smile. He loved me. Now I was 100% sure about it.
“I’m all yours,” I said.
