This is a honest report. I 'll say it occurred mid-October 2015. Let me explicate a footling about myself first. Yes, I know cipher gives a shit, and you just want the action now, but fuck you. I 'm doing it anyway.

I 'm 24 and in trade good SHAPE. I do n't drill, but I eat okay and have a physically demanding job, so it keeps me in stoppage. My stopcock is a modest 6.5 column inch, 7 on a good day. Just putting it out there now, I 'm not gay. I am very much attracted to women. I would n't even say I 'm bi. Like at all. I do n't retrieve any man `` attractive. '' The merely thing I like about men is their prick. The estimate of a cock in my mouth and/or ass, or mine in theirs turns me on to no end. Other than that, bozo do absolutely nothing for me. ring it what you want, but if I do n't encounter a man sexually attractive, that does n't necessarily make me gay or bi. Maybe that 's just me. screwing labels, just bask yourself. But anyway, let 's pop my story.

I work a shitty job. normal, right ? Well, I recently decided to read a small vacation ; just charter a few days to recharge my batteries, relieve stress, blah blah claptrap. I chose to lead to Dallas to gossip my best friend, let 's shout out him Shane. Shane was a `` typical rocker. '' He had tattoos all over, very thin with tenacious curly hair, and wore nothing but habiliment that was related to music somehow. He was n't in any way gay. ( Or at to the lowest degree not that I could enjoin. ) Shane moved to Dallas 2 years prior for a better job and be closer to kinsperson. Despite the distance, ( I 'm about 10 hours away ) we remained finish. I was also pretty unaired with his roommates, but I was closer to Shane.

I stayed at their topographic point, naturally. Forgot to refer, we are all HUGE potheads. So, when Shane welcomed me with a strong hug at the airport, he also welcomed me with a one-quarter of medical-grade marijuana to start my holiday off right. This was already well worth the trip up here.

I 'll go ahead and fast-forward until later that Nox. After the roommates, we 'll call them Jerry and shaft, got home from body of work, we smoked ALOT that night. Like 90-95 % of the fourth. ( Yes, it 's true up. I do n't give a good goddamn fuck what you smokers say, that shit happened. We are experienced, we are musicians, and we are awesome. It. Fucking. Happened. )

So, after getting really high, Boche and fizgig called it a night and crashed so they can form tomorrow. So it was just Shane and I chillin'on the frame. We started watching S Park, just giggling like fucking stoned changeling. Shane laughed at a particularly fishy shot, and he started laughing so hard, his blazon were flailing around a bit, and his left hand landed directly on my shorts. More specifically, right on top of my get across putz. His hand stayed there for just a second or two, but it felt like respective minutes.

Once he realized where his mitt was, he jumped up and said, `` fuck fellow, I 'm so meritless ! I was n't going for your dust. It just happened, honest. ``

I laughed it off and said, `` No trouble man, rat happens. Let 's just smoke a blunt and draw a blank about it. ``

He agreed, and started to chill out down and roll a blunt. He might receive been chill now, but my mind was racing.

Was that really an chance event ? Does he want my cock ? Does he know I require his ? Should I name a move ?

Once Shane had the blunt ready, I just tried to shrug it off and toke up like it was nothing. So after finishing off the blunt and getting even eminent still, we just chilled on the lounge and continued with the show. After maybe 20 mo, Shane dozed off on the couch. I looked over at him and I saw what was clearly his severely cock bulging through his hoops shortstop. I kept staring at it, wanting to stir it. To lick it. To suck it.

I spent what seemed like an eternity intellection of how our friendship evolved over the years, of how I did n't wan na jeopardise that, and how I did n't want to make the rest of my hitch here awkward, and that 's if he did n't kick me out from the commencement. After all those mentation, ( and I 'm for sure the abundance of weed in my organisation had a voice to play ) only 2 words popped in my head : Fuck it.

I decided to go for it. I was too high and too horny to worry. I gently placed my bridge player on top of his bulge. He did n't move. I started to softly rub it, still nothing. Even through the thin fabric of his shorts, I felt his prick getting harder. My cock was ready to break open at this full stop, and I was only getting ruttish !

After a few bit, I got bolder and gradually slipped my hand under his short and wrapped my fingerbreadth around his shaft. It was definitely a thoroughly size of it. It felt bigger than mine. I slowly stroked him up and down. I thought I heard a soft groan, but I could n't tell. Shane did n't locomote or say anything, so I carried on. I got bolder and decided to pull down his shorts so I can get a better look at his prick. I 'm already in, might as well go for broke, right ?

I slid his shorts just past his human knee, and his rooster popped out and thwack against his level stomach. I misjudged it. It was easily 8 inch. Hell, closer to 9, I 'd bet. After admiring Shane 's building block, I resumed stroking his shaft. He tossed and turned for a few second base, which made me freeze instantly. I left my hand wrapped around his tool, I could n't move. But, just as soon as it was over, he dozed back off, even lightly snoring. After regaining myself, I continued exploring my best friend 's cock.

Soon after my scare, I stared at the headland ; picturing what it might taste like. I figured I 'd hazard it. I licked my lip, then planted a light buss on the tip. Not so bad, no tangible flavor to it. So I took it a step further and get the unscathed head teacher into my backtalk and gently sucked. I was liking the touch of it in my backtalk, so I did n't stop. I kept taking more of it in now, filling my mouth with inch after column inch of his hard pecker. I could get in most of it before I had the urge to gag, so I just unlax my throat and found a well-heeled distance to take in so I can make this experience last.

I heard what I thought was another flaccid moan, so I took it as a expert matter and kept going. He did n't seem to be wake, or he was n't giving any indication that he was. I was sucking even harder now, and stroking his shaft. I could palpate his putz pulsation. No period in stopping now. Might as well finish him off.

But just before he finished, I felt a hired hand on my headway. I instantly panicked, all those persuasion of a ruined friendship and holiday clouded my psyche. I tried to sit up, but his hand was forcing my mouth back onto his raging cock. And he moaning much louder now, and this time he was conscious.

'' Keep going, please. I 'm so have a go at it close ... ''

I did n't have meter to question it, nor did I want to. I resumed my duties and took as very much of his cock into my tender mouth as I could wangle and nurse. After just a few seconds, his moans were bordering on belly laugh now. He was tapping on my headway. I assumed he was trying to say he was about to cum, but could n't get the word out. I never tasted cum before, but I was too in the moment to care. I wanted to try him. I had to.

He let out one last cry as his turncock stab out large ropes of cum into my mouth. I tried getting it all. After my sass was full, I took his cock out and jerked any more cum I could out of his cock onto my lip and face. After he finally settled down, I swallowed the cum in my mouth, then what was left on my lips and face. Turns out, it tastes better than I would 've guessed. Not a preference I loved, but I did n't mind it at all. I put his cock back in my mouth to pick it up and suck whatever cum was left. After a second or two, he was starting to get gentle, so I took him out of my mouth.

Shane started to regain himself and opened his eyes to face right at me. He broke out the bragging smile I 've ever seen on him. He grabbed my aspect, pulled me up to him, then kissed me right on the brim. I was n't expecting it, but I ended up kissing him back. He pushed through my backtalk with his tongue, wrestling it with mine. I accepted his eager glossa, and we kissed like that for several minute of arc. Surprising to me, I liked kissing Shane. I figured kissing any guy would be a turnoff, but I was actually enjoying it. He broke the kiss and looked at me.

'' I know we have to talk about this, but I can only think of one thing right now. ``

And with that, he flipped me over and moved his head down to my rock hard cock. He wasted no time by grabbing the top of my shorts and slid them all the way off me. And without hesitation, he took my completely cock into his strong mouth. I moaned very loudly, very instantly. This was way better than any chick that gave me headland, by far. He took my turncock in until his olfactory organ touched my trim back pubes, and he did n't even hold it out. Not at first. He kept it there for a few seconds and just moaned. His vocal chords vibrating just felt so. Fucking. Good.

I knew I was n't gon na final stage yearn, and he knew it too.

'' piece of tail, gallant. This is just fucking great ! I 'm gon na cum real soon .... ''

That only made him suck harder and faster. Once I felt my cum rising up my shaft, he deepthroated my stallion pecker without pause, letting my cum sloping trough smoothly down his pharynx. This only made me wan na scream, it felt so nooky good ! After I finally stopped cumming, Shane took my stopcock out of his rima oris, but he was in no rush to do so. He did it very slowly, gently sucking and cleaning my shaft up along the way.

After we caught our breath, he came back up and gave me another passionate, incoherent kiss. I did n't hesitate this time, and returned his kiss. But this time, I could taste mine and his cum in the candy kiss. I tasted my own cum before, and was n't crazy about it. But tasting it with his cum in a hot buss with something else entirely ! We broke the kiss and he looked at me.

'' Any chance you want to talk about this in the morning ? It 's tardy and that really pass over me out. ``

I was a bit sad to see him go, but I gave in since I was drowsy now too. He smiled and gave me one More kiss before grabbing his shortstop and heading up to bed. As I lied there, drenched in lather and cum, I could only think what the inferno just happened, and what the shtup was gon na pass off next.

percentage 2 coming soon !