1. An Old Friend


    Date: 12/26/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Taboo, Author: subseeker, Rating: 56, Source: xHamster

    good,&#034 he added, as he pushed on the back of my head, forcing my face against it. Now I was no stranger to a cock in my face, as being the friend of other aggressive boys throughout puberty had resulted in being coaxed into giving oral during the explorations through sexual development that are so common among young boys. But this was different, because we were now older teens, and for some reason it made me feel ashamed. I worried that he was testing me, wanting to see if I was gay or something, and I instinctively pulled my head back. &#034I'm not a fag,&#034 I replied weakly. &#034I didn't say you were. I wont tell anybody if you just suck on it some. I could really use a blow job.&#034 I looked at him carefully, trying to judge if he really meant it. I was pondering what to do, when he pushed my head down again. &#034Don't be a pussy,&#034 he added. &#034Just suck on it. You know you wanna taste her pussy.&#034 At this point in our friendship, Drew and I were both used to me never standing up to him, so it came quite natural at that moment to just open my mouth and accept his hard, dirty member. I'm not sure if it was from the physical pleasure of my warm, wet mouth, or if it was from the feeling of power over making someone reluctantly submit, but he let out a groan as I began sucking him. It lasted maybe five minutes or so before I felt his body tensing. He was focused on his own pleasure, holding my head down and ejaculating profusely in my mouth without so much ...
    as a verbal warning or thought to pull out. I swallowed obediently, and Drew promptly rolled over and went to sl**p, leaving me to quietly masturbate as a way to cope with my feelings of excitement and shame. And so began a pattern between us. Drew would talk about his girls and inevitably guide my head to his powerful member, as I learned to swallow load after load of his copious cum. There was never any reciprocation, and I never expected it. I knew my place in our relationship. In time, I began to have the confidence to date girls, awkwardly fumbling through kissing and fondling, always being chided by Drew because of my failure to close the deal. I finally managed to land a steady girlfriend in my senior year. She was not the flashy cheerleader or part of the homecoming queen A-crowd, but, nevertheless, was quite a looker and fairly popular. Her name was Becky, and I fell in love with her sweet personality, her blonde hair and blue eyes, and her amazing tanned body. She came from a fairly strict f****y, so our relationship was largely filled with long makeout sessions and some over-the-clothes fondling, but I felt happy in love and found myself thinking of how we would continue to see each other after I went off to college. As we neared graduation, I found myself gently pushing to go further with our sexual encounters, but her resistance was strong and the furthest I got was an intense session in which she allowed me to suck on her amazing 34C breasts, and she ground her ...
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