My Best Friend
My friend, André turned me on as a teenager even before I ever had sex. We went to school together from the first grade on through high school. André was slightly bigger than the rest of us and not exactly a bully, but the aggressive type. You know, always farting in someone's face or telling people to kiss his or taking things from people and sticking them down his pants. I pretended to be disgusted by his behavior but really I loved his attitude and I thought he had the best ass of anyone in our school, male or female. I sat behind him and ‘dropped’ my pencil a lot so I could put my face right behind his ass.
One day on the bus home, André told a complete bullshit story about having caught a venereal disease.
I asked, “Is it contagious.”
"Yeah,” he laughed, “From my dick to your mouth."
So I started imagining what it would be like to suck his dick.
We’d had sleepovers at my house occasionally over the years and after puberty; I started sneaking peeks at his ass under the covers when I thought he was asleep. Unfortunately, he usually slept in his jeans. But when I was nineteen and he was eighteen, I showed him a Playboy right before bed and he got horny so stripped down, to his ‘skivvies’ first. But after he got under the covers, he took them off, too.
I slyly watched him fondle his , but as sly as I was, I know he noticed.
After we switched off the lights, I waited until André seemed to be asleep and then I peeked over the edge of the bed (I was on the floor in a sleeping bag). He was sleeping on his side facing away from me so his bare ass was pointing right at me. I cautiously smelled it and kissed it, then retreated when he rolled over towards me.
I peeked again in a few minutes and he’d rolled over facing me so there was his dick, right in front of my face. I'd never seen another 's dick at close range before and it looked incredible to me. So hard, about the same size as mine, upward curving and dripping pre-cum. Almost unable to breath, I couldn't resist raising my finger and touching it. Then mesmerized kissing it. And without thinking my lips parted and I took the head in my mouth.
André was still pretending to be asleep even though I was holding the head of his cock in my mouth.
After I held it in my mouth for a couple of minutes, he rolled back over and I thought that was it. But he lay still like he was asleep so I kissed his ass a little more. Then I got scared and retreated to my sleeping bag.
Then I felt André tap me on the shoulder. He said, "I'll suck yours if you suck mine."
I said, “OK,” and asked, "Who goes first?" Stupid mistake. I should have just said, OK, suck my dick. But of course, since I asked, he wanted to be sucked first and that seemed almost as good to me as getting sucked, maybe better. Besides, because he’d said he would, I assumed that he'd suck mine after I was finished sucking his.
André shifted around and sat up on the edge of the bed. As I rose up on my knees between his legs, he grabbed my head, guiding my mouth to his hard cock. Then he smiled down at me as my lips slide over his reddish/purple cockhead and down engulfing his thick shaft. I stopped with about half of André’s cock in my mouth. Then I tightening my lips, I slowly pulled back until his cock slipped out of my mouth. As I ran my tongue all over it André pushed my mouth down his cock.
Back in, I started sucking André and stroking him faster. I bobbed my head until I could feel the head at the back of my throat. As his huge head rammed the back of my throat, I felt André’s bristly pubic hair rub against my nose and lips. Willingly, I continued pumping my mouth up and down his shaft. Sucking his dick was so electrifying that it was unreal. It was like watching someone else doing it.
I'd been practicing on cucumbers so I was able to throat him fairly easily.
"Ooooooh," André moaned, when I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and slid his shaft across my tongue. “Oh yeah, suck it man, suck my cock,” groaned André.
I sucked and I bobbed, moving my mouth up and down, sliding his cock between my lips, across my tongue, the spongy hard head rubbing on the roof of my mouth.
I did everything for André. I fondled his balls, fingered his ass, and sucked him deep, shallow, slow, fast, sucked and stroked. After a few minutes, he bucked his hips, moving his cock deeper in my mouth. His curly hairs tickled my nose and his sack of nuts bounced on my chin.
"Ooooooh, ungh, Ooooooh, I’m gonna cum," André moaned.
"Muumuu," I mumbled my mouth full of his moving cock.
"You gonna swallow it?" he asked.
"Muuuum, unh," I answered nodding my head up and down in assent.
I felt his cock flex, the head flare bigger, his shaft stiffen and the vein on the bottom pulse. Then a blast of cum hot splashed against the back of my throat. I gulped it down. Another glob squirted into my mouth. I backed off just a little so I could feel his salty, creamy cum roiling onto my tongue.
"Unnnnhhh," André grunted, humping and grunting as I took all his cum. It tasted really good but I was so shocked I spat it out.
After kneeling there a couple of minutes, I finally caught my second wind and moved up on the bed. Then I asked André to fulfill his part of the deal and suck my cock but laughed at me and he refused.
I sucked André off several more times over the next couple of years and of course after that first time I always swallowed. But despite his promise, he wouldn't suck mine.
We lost touch for a few years. Then we both ended up back in our hometown. And even though he’d been married with children, André still wanted me to suck his dick so we got together again about a hundred times or more over the next seven years or so.
Looking back, I realize that I was basically his sex slave, his .
Sometimes I ‘seduced’ him with porn, but mostly whenever André just wanted a blowjob. No frills and no games, he just came over and told me to suck his dick.
I never refused him…except when he said he wanted to fuck me in the ass. Then I resisted for about six months, but finally one night while I was sucking his dick André told me, "I'm going to FUCK you. Now… roll over and stick your ASS UP." I knew he was determined and there would be no way of getting around it this time so I obeyed.
André knelt behind me, gripped my hips as the head of his stiff dick brushed my tight sphincter. "Oh, God," I murmured, planting my hands on the sheets and pushing up, keeping my back arched. "You're gonna do it."
Ignoring my wailing, André said, "Take a deep breath, bitch," as he pressed against me. “And hold it."
I whimpered and then sucked in through my teeth, clamping my mouth shut as I felt the smooth rigidity of André's dick slid between my butt cheeks, and I felt the rubbery head of his cock press against the tight dimple of my ass. Tears of humiliation and rage coursed down my face as I held my breath and André slipped his hands up, gripping my shoulders.
The pressure of André's enormous cock built against my ass and, although my asshole offered stout resistance, the stiff, thick dick proved more than it could withstand. With a deep grunt, he shoved and his rubbery head spread the aperture wide, plunging past the stretched-open sphincter. My ass spasmed around his cock and I shook under him, banging my hands on the pillows.
"Oh, fucking hell!" I shrieked as André pushed in deeper. My face turned crimson and contorted in discomfort. "W-wa-wait, wait, WAIT," I screeched, my voice echoing off the walls. My ass squeezed his cock so tightly he could barely move inside me.
André straightened, holding my hips in his hands and looking at his thick cock buried halfway in my tight little ass. My cheeks trembled, my legs quivered. Just relax, asshole," he said.
I huffed, panted, breathed deeply, my body quaking. "Easy for you to say," I seethed. "You don't have a huge fucking dick in your ass!"
André chuckled, smoothed his hands all around my firm butt cheeks. "Just don't try to push," he said. He started to ease deeper inside my tight ass, then pulling back slowly. I gasped.
"Oh, God, it burns!" I cried, digging my fingers in to the sheets as I threw my head back. But even as I complained and convulsed, I loosened my ass and pushed back against him, wanting more of his hard cock inside me. It had hurt at first, but soon it felt really good, both physically and psychologically.
André moaned happily at my submission and started really fucking me, sliding my cock in and out of my tight, swollen red asshole. André gasped and moaned constantly, panting as his cock sank into my ass, then groaning as he pulled almost all the way back so he could ram it back in.
I panted and trembled in the middle of my bed as André fucked my ass. He went as deep as he could and pulled back all the way, until the head of his dick brushed my swollen ass. I moaned and murmured, hanging my head until it touched the sheets. Then as André’s cock was stroking my prostrate, I shuddered and started gasping as I cummed. My asshole squeezed tightly around his cock and I threw my head back, my long hair slapping against his chest as I screamed with my orgasm.
My sharp, girlish cries echoed loudly throughout the room, reverberating off the walls. "AHHHHH," I shrieked.
After that André fucked me or got his dick sucked whatever he wanted and anytime he wanted. He owned me.
Once André did make the effort and try sucking my dick, but the experience was so dismal that neither of us really liked it. So I just continued enjoyed being his bitch.
I finally met Barbara, a truly awesome woman and for the first time in our relationship started refusing André the use of my mouth.
After Barbara’s and my relationship leveled off to the point where I wanted to start suck his cock again, André had also gotten into a serious relationship. And she really had to be something in the sack because André didn't want to let me suck his dick or to fuck me in the ass anymore.
André and I, we're both married now and live far apart, but who knows maybe someday we'll hook up again. Stranger things have happened.
I’ve been married for a long time now and thanks to my wife Barbra’s loss of interest in sex our sex life has become sorta hum-drum. I get it once a week if she doesn’t have a headache. I would to find another buddy like André and start sucking cocks again or maybe even get mine sucked.
In my fantasy this is where he looked deep into my eyes, kissed me with a hot sucking lips and let me massage his huge magnificent sausage, spraying me with his voluminous ballsful of mancream, marking me as his bitch. What he did not do was the open the car door and slightly drunk all but fall out...
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