Football season finally ended, and school seemed to slow to a crawl. Being our first year at the college and on the team, Travis and I, as well as most of the people we knew, didn’t spend much time on the field other than practices. That didn’t stop us from finally finding girlfriends. While many of us spent many hours into the late evening making out with our girlfriends, the sex was yet to happen or was very infrequent.
I had started dating a friend of my sister. By now, I had experienced my first blowjob from a girl. It was amazing. Every touch of a girl’s hand, her lips, her kisses were the most magical thing to me. I enjoyed every opportunity we spent together. For me, the timing of this was nearly perfect. I had questions about my sexuality after I figured out I was flexible enough to suck my own dick. Thankfully, when Travis found out I could, he didn’t really question it much. I know he had to be more jealous of my ability than he let on. Bottom line, though, I thought I was definitely straight!
Travis and I continued to share all the details with each other about our budding sex lives. The biggest difference between us was that he had already closed the deal with his girlfriend. Me? I was still fumbling along, trying to both look cool and calm but secretly nervous as hell. Looking back, this might explain the difference between Travis’s and my relationships. He was smoother than I was when it came to talking to girls. I was still with my first girlfriend while he was on his third or fourth.
To all our friends, he told everyone that he had managed to sleep with two a few times and received blowjobs from all of them. Tales of his conquest put him ahead of most of our peer group. Privately, I knew his actual count was twice for actual sex and four blowjobs. Personally, I felt moving too fast with sex in the early dating ultimately shortened any potential long-term relationship chances. He’d barely known his current girl before he charmed her out of her panties. I was in the opposite situation. I started dating a girl who was friends with my older sister.
We met for the first time when she was over for a study session with my sister and a few other friends. When my sister found out I was interested in her friend, she read me the riot act. She sternly warned me that I would not be some college football jock fuckboy sleeping my way through her friend group. I quickly realized that my sister had two things to hold over my head. The first thing was that she was trying to look out for my best interest and keep my (and her) reputation as a good person intact. Secondly, through her influence, she held the keys to any relationship with one of her friends. A good word from her, and I was the most amazing, thoughtful guy and little brother in the world. Piss her off by screwing over one of her friends, and she could make me the biggest asshole on campus. What can I say? Message received.
Shortly after the season ended, Travis and his latest girlfriend broke up. He’d had high hopes of closing the deal with her, but as college relationships go, it ended about as quickly as it started. The time between his last girlfriend and this one was about three weeks, and his latest girl had asked him if he was a fuckboy. Based on his and my conversation, his joking with her about the possibility of him being one was probably the nail in that coffin. That was nearly a month ago. He was starting to hit a real dry spell.
Walking into his trailer, he slammed the door. I looked up from the game I was playing with a questioning look.
“Struck out with Cassie. No date for me tonight. This fucking sucks,” he stated as he flopped onto the couch.
“Bro, my sister warned you about getting a rep as a f-boy,” I told him as I went back to gaming. My flippant attitude probably didn’t help.
“Fuck off. It’s gotten me laid more times than you.”
I paused the game and tossed him the second controller. “Maybe, but who’s got the girlfriend right now and who doesn’t?”
“What’s the point if you aren’t fucking? My balls hurt so bad right now from not being drained,” he whined as he pushed himself up. “Want a drink? What do we have left anyway?
“We’ve got Jack and Cokes courtesy of my sis. Let me finish this game, and then we’ll throw on a DVD to jerk off to,” I offered.
Travis rolled his eyes. “Jerking off just doesn’t feel the same.”
Reluctantly, he made drinks and sat back down to wait till I saved my game. After ejecting the game, I started rummaging through the DVDs he kept hidden behind the stack of games. Our little collection now spanned nearly twenty different DVDs. ‘Ah, my favorite,’ I thought to myself as I pulled out the one with a blonde that had the same type of flowing hair my girl had.
As I set the movie up, Travis headed to the bedroom to change. When he came back out, I noticed he’d already tented up from a hard on. “Ready?” I asked, the start of a scene playing.
“I like this one. She gives the most amazing head,” Travis stated.
“Me too.”
“You still sucking your own dick?” Travis asked after a few minutes.
I laughed. “All the time!” I joked. “If Paige would get over her shyness, I wouldn’t have to.”
“What’s her problem?” Travis asked.
“Well, I think it’s a three-part problem. First, she’s Catholic. Second, she gets so easily embarrassed. And finally, playing into the embarrassment is that she looks up to my sister, so it adds to that embarrassment knowing that my sister would know,” I explained.
“Wait, your sister doesn’t know?” Travis asked, shocked.
“She knows we’re dating. She knows we’ve made out. She just doesn’t know about anything else.”
Travis paused in his stroking, “But you still haven’t fucked her?”
“She gave me one of her panties and some sexy thigh stockings. I can’t wait to get her into bed!”
Travis smirked. “I think she’s just being a big tease, bro. She’s probably a virgin.”
“Maybe,” I grumbled, thinking he’d been right things so far.
We settled back to continue watching the scenes play out. We both sat there nude and slowly jerking ourselves. As I felt myself getting close, I leaned over and slipped the head of my dick into my mouth. Sliding up and down in practiced strokes, I soon felt that familiar sensation of cum filling my mouth. By now, hearing moans escape from me was normal and seldom even commented on by Travis.
The next thing that happened took me by surprise. I don’t know whether it had anything to do with Travis’s dry spell or the several shots of Jack in the Cokes we had been drinking for the last hour. Maybe it was our close friendship, but somehow Travis’s inhibitions seemed lower. I don’t know. Maybe it was all the above. All I remember is it was a slippery slope, and I slipped.
“Sounds like you really enjoyed that,” Travis commented as my dick made a small popping sound like a lollypop as it left my mouth.
“After doing this for so long, I can’t imagine not being able to do it,” I replied. My eyes were still watching the blonde on the TV, barely noticing the subtle change.
“Do you still think of it as sucking a dick versus getting a blowjob?” Travis asked.
‘Where was this going?’ I asked myself. We’d covered this topic plenty of times over the past year. He hadn’t asked about this since we got girlfriends. My own questions about sucking my dick were now resurfacing.
“It’s still like sucking dick. Even after getting a blowjob from a girl and really knowing the difference now. This still feels like sucking dick.”
“So have you ever wondered…” Travis left the unfinished question hanging between us.
“Wondered what?” I asked.
“Hey, I am just curious. You’re my best friend, so I’m not judging or anything,” he stammered.
“Bro, just ask whatever the fuck you are trying to ask. I’m not going to get pissed,” I told him. Nerves were starting to eat at me, so I finished off my drink and made another.
“I’m… I was just wondering if you enjoyed sucking your dick so much, if you ever considered…you know?” Travis stammered again.
“Have I… thought about sucking dick? Like another… someone else’s?” I asked quietly.
“No, I mean well… ya, I guess. I mean, have you ever wondered if it’s the same?” Travis was still stroking his cock while he looked between me and the TV, and my eyes drifted to it, wondering ‘was IT the same?’
I sat there thinking about his question. Was it the same? Is it gay to suck your own dick? It can’t be any different than jerking yourself off and that’s not gay. One thought kept whispering to me in the back of my mind. ‘It’s still sucking dick.’ And what about the swallowing of my own cum? I knew for a fact that I loved girls. I’d experienced their soft, sensual touch. The silkiness of their skin. Yes, I definitely enjoyed girls. But… I guessed it still came back to saying ‘fuck it’ because I knew what I enjoyed doing.
Between the pause from answering his question and the heat and sure redness of embarrassment that must have been spreading across my face, he felt his question might have been just answered.
“You have!” Travis exclaimed.
“Well, no…, I mean sorta, I guess,” I mumbled.
“What do you mean ‘sorta?’”
“No wait look what I meant to say is I do enjoy it. But I’ve never considered giving one to anyone else.” ‘Until now’ just seemed to hang in the air. I am sure the Jack was to blame for my own lowered inhibitions. I don’t think I could have answered that without some liquid courage.
“But you’ve always told me you said ‘fuck it’ because you enjoyed it, right? So, you aren’t opposed to doing it?” It felt like Travis took an hour to get that out. In reality I knew it was much faster. We both started awkwardly spending more time looking at the TV to avoid looking at each other.
“You’re getting hard again already, so I know you are thinking about it,” Travis laughed and jokingly taunted.
“Ok, so I have thought about it, but I’m not gay,” I shot back defensively.
“Nobody said that! I’m just saying you like what you like. You’ve got a girlfriend, and as much as you talk about pussy, I know you aren’t gay,” Travis reassured me.
“So. What are you saying?” I asked him back.
“I’m just saying you shouldn’t be judged for enjoying what you like.”
“So… you’re saying that since I like sucking my own dick, I’d like sucking someone else’s?” I asked a little more defensively than I needed.
Travis looked at me briefly. “You might. I don’t know. But if you want to try it, then who better to try it with than your best friend, who you know isn’t going to judge you about it. Obviously, I’m not going to if I never did before. And I’ve watched you swallow your own jizz for months, and I’ve never judged, and I’ve shown you I can keep my mouth shut and anything between us a secret.”
“I don’t know…” What the fuck? Was I considering this? Was it because I wanted to, or was it the alcohol? Travis and I had been friends since Peewee football. We both knew each other’s deepest secrets. Travis could see my hesitation.
“Come on, bro. You already do it. Are you worried I’ll tell someone?” I could tell that with that last question, he was a little hurt that I might not trust him.
I had to at least address that. I responded, “Look I know you wouldn’t tell anyone. You’d be out on the hook just as much as I would be. People would wonder how you know. I don’t know.” I looked around the room, trying to find the answer and stall for time. “I guess I’m just worried about anyone finding out. I mean, I’ve got a girlfriend and all…I’ve got football.”
“Ok, look at this way. If someone is gay, they want to be with another guy just like regular people, right? Dating, a relationship, all that shit.” Travis asked.
“Yeah…”
“Would you ever date a guy?” he asked.
“No, ok, small confession.” Travis turned and faced me now. All thoughts that we were both naked sitting on the couch completely disappeared. “Paige and I had sex a couple of weeks ago.”
“WHAT?” Travis nearly shouted. “You never told me!”
“You are the only one who knows! Seriously, my sister can never find out,” I pleaded.
“Dude, my lips are sealed, you know that. I keep telling you I can keep a secret. Like, I just asked you about possibly sucking my cock, right? I. Can. Keep. Secrets. So, what was it like? Is that why she gave you the panties and leggings?” Travis couldn’t get the questions out fast enough.
“Trav, it was amazing. I nearly nutted just from feeling her pussy wrap around my dick.” For the next few minutes, I described exactly how it happened and how amazing it was. When I finally finished, Travis and I made a couple of celebratory shots.
“So, let me ask you this then… If the power of the pussy is that strong, then pretty much no chance of you ever going gay, right?” Travis prodded.
“Well, when you put it that way, yeah. I will never get enough of that,” I laughed.
“OK, then if that’s the case, you don’t see yourself having feelings for a guy…”
“Not a chance,” I interrupted.
“OK, back to what I was saying…then sucking a dick really isn’t any different than hanging out gaming or playing football, right?” Travis asked.
Putting it like that, I hadn’t really considered it that way. I considered myself straight. Gay meant having feelings for someone of the same sex, right? Fuck! My head swam from the twists and turns of the arguments in the conversation.
I finally admitted it. He did have a convincing argument. Not that I would admit this to anyone, but I did have an occasional thought about the differences and similarities between sucking my dick versus someone else’s. But those thoughts usually came with a little too much to drink. Once again, Travis saw my hesitation.
“The fact that it’s taking this long, and you haven’t said no tells me you are considering it. What’s the hold up?” he asked.
“Nothing, I guess.” I glanced at the door and the windows. “I just don’t want to get caught or have anyone find out.” At the end of the day, this was really my biggest fear.
“It’s dark, it’s late, the door is locked, and the curtains are almost never opened. We’ve jerked off to porn on how many different nights, and you’ve never worried about that?” he stated and then asked.
“OK,” I finally relented. “But don’t ever call me gay or anything!” I sternly warned.
“Bro, that’s never something I would say, and you know it. Nothing that would ever put you down, I promise. And if I say something that does bother you, then give me a chance to apologize?” Travis asked.
“Sure, but just don’t go pissing me off by saying some dumbass shit,” I warned a second time.
“Hell no. I mean, if we both like it, we might want to do it again. I’m not going to ruin our friendship or something that could feel amazing for both of us,” he said as he started stroking his cock again. The grin that spread across his face was ridiculous. I just shook my head and laughed.
“I’m not saying this will happen a second time. I’m not even saying how this time will go or even end. You might still end up jerking off later.”
“So how do you want me?” he asked.
“Um, just lie back and don’t do anything. I’m going to do it just as if I were sucking myself.”
With that, I watched him kick his feet out in front of him with his legs parted much like one of the guys on the DVDs we watched. One hand rested on the arm of the couch, the other on the cushion beside him. His cock was hard and sticking up a couple of inches off his abs. He was bigger than me by about a couple of inches. This was the first time I really looked at his dick and compared it to mine. Yes, a little longer, bigger mushroom head, and the veins stood out like they were straining to burst.
“Ready?” I asked.
A low “mmmhhmmm” came from Travis as his head stayed back on the cushion, his face toward the ceiling and his eyes closed. I knelt between his legs and felt him jump slightly as he felt my hands come down on his thighs, my right hand slowly sliding up to cup his balls. The sensation of holding them, rubbing them back and forth between my fingers, felt electric. I could feel them moving on their own, slowly contracting and releasing. Did mine do that? I couldn’t remember. I never noticed. I felt it was almost time to take that plunge. My left hand slid up to take over caressing his balls while my right continued up and the fingers wrapped around the throbbing shaft of his cock.
I slowly started to jerk Travis’s cock. Just tight enough that the skin slid up and down the shaft of his dick. I could see the precum forming at his slit. Without even realizing it, I started to lick my lips in anticipation. Was I looking forward to this? I had just sucked my own cock earlier. I glanced down and realized I was once again rock hard and had precum on the tip of mine. It was time…
As I continued to slowly pump his cock, I parted my lips and let the head of it slip into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head much like I enjoyed doing to myself. I heard a gasping moan from Travis. ‘He’s enjoying it,’ I thought. And why not? I did this to myself, and it felt amazing. I found myself sucking his cock deeper into my mouth than I ever could with my own. The slurping and sucking sounds echoed around the room. He was making moaning sounds, and it somehow made me even harder to know that I was making him enjoy it. With myself, I could tell exactly what I was doing and how to make it feel good.
With Travis, I had to gauge his reactions. I had to read his body. I could tell how much he enjoyed something by the way his body twitched. His cock seemed to grow harder each time I sucked it further into my mouth. The way his breath seemed to catch at times told me I was doing amazing. The low moans, I’m sure, he involuntarily let slip out.
I let the drool spill out of my mouth to act as more lube as I stroked his cock faster. I loved the sensation of feeling the head make the moist “pop” sound as I bobbed up and down. Without knowing how long I had been sucking his dick, I began to feel his balls tighten. I knew he was getting close. Do I let him cum in my mouth? Do I jerk him off on his stomach? Before I could make a decision, I heard him through clenched teeth…
“Bro… I’m… about to… cum. Don’t… stop, don’t… uuuggghhh….”
Travis sat up slightly as his body contracted to shoot his load. I felt the first blast of cum as I slid his dick partway out of my mouth. With the head swelling and cum exploding in my mouth, I shoved his throbbing cock back in my mouth about halfway. I could feel each rope of cum throb its way up his cock until it was deposited on my tongue. Load after load slid down my throat. After the seventh or eighth round of cum landed on my tongue, I felt his cock begin to relax.
As Travis’s breath went from rapid and shallow to a slow and relaxed pace, I let his softening cock slowly slide from my mouth. I sat there on my knees between his legs as he finally opened his eyes and looked down at me.
“Damn that was amazing. I can’t believe you did that, and wow that was the best I have ever had.” He continued to stammer out a few more compliments and comments, but my mind tuned him out as I started to realize what I just did. I just sucked my best friend’s cock. It felt amazing and incredibly natural. Did I want to tell him I liked it? Did I want to admit I really enjoyed it? I already knew I wanted to do it again, but how would he react if I told him that?
“Thanks, I think…” was all I said while I waited to see how this played out.
“You ok? Look, I don’t know about you but that was way better than any girl has ever done. Hell, they don’t even like swallowing and you didn’t even flinch when I tried to give you a heads up.”
I looked at Travis as I got up and realized I was now hard as hell. I moved over to my side of the couch and took a seat, trying to hide that I was hard as a rock. “Yeah, I’m fine. It was fun,” I said nonchalantly.
“I’m cool, dude. Nothing is changing with us. All that was is just something else we can do together like movies or gaming. It’s not gay unless you get feelings. And for the record I’m not dating a guy,” Travis quickly said.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much how I’m looking at it,” I replied.
“Too soon to ask if that was a one-time thing or what?” he asked.
I cracked a smile and said, “I love pussy too much to give that up. However, I could be persuaded into doing that,” tilting my head toward his crotch, “again.”
