The First Time a Guy Gave me Head
Through college I lived off-campus with a buddy that had been my best friend since freshman year of high school. An odd pair in those early days; I was a meek nerd, and he always had a smooth, yet commanding personality. He had a slim athletic build, and he was annoyingly talented at a surprising number things from athletics to art.
We met making short films in high school as part of our school’s visual and performing arts program. We were immediately in creative sync, and a decade-long friendship was born. The years went on and we’d increasingly get up to trouble together: drinking, smoking, parties, the usual young dude stuff… I grew to admire the confident precision with which he could have just about any girl eating out of the palm of his hand (sometimes literally). I took note, I learned; yet, in those days I could never compete.
I’ve kept most of my nerdy insterests, but I had an ever-increasing apetite for pussy. Being more active with my new bro, my doughy geek physique started to fill with muscle. I was always taller than Nathan; but he had that build you’d expect on a competitive swimmer, slim enough to let each individual muscle pop. My mass started to build beefier quaterback muscle.
We were an unstoppable pair going into college. We got a shitty apartment off-campus that was setup more to entertain guests or shoot and edit videos than it was to live in or relax. It was well-suited to how we used it. Freshman and Sophomore year, it was rare to have an evening where eight to twelve people weren’t hanging out, drinking, being creative, being stupid, having fun… Many of those nights ended with one or both of us retiring to our rooms with a girl who had lingered after everyone else drifted off into the night.
It wouldn’t suprise me if lots of our friends back then thought we had a bunch of threesomes, because we were very close friends and we had both developed a reputation for our success with women. But all-in-all, we only ever had three shared sexual encounters.
The first: a kind of bookish brunette with a tight little body and seductive, teasing lips, spent the whole evening flirting with each of us - but refused to close the deal until she had us both alone with her. I assure you, the way her pussy squeezed by cock while she gagged on Nathan was pure pleasure at the time, but not the point of this story. It was new for both of us. Nathan kept his eyes locked on her the whole time. I mostly did the same but remember being briefly jealous of how hot his v-cut looked with her head bobbing infront of it. I started thrusting into her to see how it looked to see her suck his dick at different speeds and intensities. It was the first time that I had seen someone submit to a man (in real life), and I had to pull out and start licking her pussy to stop from busting. I quickly got lost in her sweet wetness, my tongue enjoying her clitoris - my beard hair tickling the rest just enough to get wet down to my chin.
The second time is what this story is about. The third time is for another story. What you are about to read is when I was 21 years old. It started a life-long passion for getting straight-identifying men to submit to my cock. I’m 38, and I have a lot of stories to tell.
Nate and I used to write our shorts at this real hippy local coffee shop. By junior year, everyone there knew us. We’d come in, sit out on the back deck and oscillate between silently and dilligently hammering away at our laptops and boisterously acting out scenes to one another.
There were a couple baristas at the time, one with big curly red hair and healthy squeezable curves, the other with dark hair and copper skin and small enough to throw around - We’d been trying to get them to come back to our place any time we were having people over, but they’d always coyly divert.
One evening I was working on a paper at the coffee shop. It was an off night. Nate was at work, no plans to have anyone over. Vanessa, the redhead, sat next to me and started teasing me about being alone tonight. She was leaning into my shoulder, cleavage pushing up and into me, causing me to smile and look away - I just knew it was all bluster. She was just teasing me. If she wanted it, she had a lot of instances of me practically begging. Then Gina sat down across from me, and she joined in the fun. They had lots of questions, lots of brushes of the hand, “No one else will be there?” breasts brushing up against my bicep, “We can just hang out until Nathan gets home.”
The coffee shop closed at 8:00, we were sitting on my couch with drinks by 8:20. I had texted Nate that I had Vanessa and Gina waiting for him to get home, but I could not prepare him for where we’d all be when he walked through the door.
Nate didn’t get off work until 10:00, which they seemed to think meant he would walk through the door propmptly at the time. Commute time ladies. I can’t complain, because we were on our third drink. The girls put on some music, and the way they danced with each other suggested a very different kind of wild night.
I had been on the couch getting the kind of faded where a whiskey turns into a whiskey and joint, and that turns into sharing sips, and tokes and lips. Vanessa is kneeling on the sofa beside me, taking my whiskey from my hand and kissing her sip of it back into my mouth. It burns so soft and wet. I’m lost in her fiery hair and pillowy lips…
I felt my belt undone and my pants pulled down. I don’t even know how she did it. I can only see red. If I lifted my ass to allow Gina to pull down my jeans then I do not remenber. Vanessa’s tongue was searching for mine when Gina slid her mouth down my cock. I pulled Vanessa’s shirt off and I tasted the first titty my mouth could reach. I traced my tongue around her nipple as Gina traced her tongue around grooves in the head of my cock.
CLINK - CRANK - After the deadbpolt was released, the front door creaked open.
“Holy shit, yeah,” He moved in to us, his voice shifting from surprise to “lets go.” Gina stood up and took her shirt off. As Nate approached, he did the same. Vanessa released my face from her torrent of flames and her hand gripped by penis.
I looked up to see my buddy with a sexy swarthy little vixen pulling his dick out of his pants. He and I made eye contact. We nodded at each other, smiling, agreeing that this was fucking sick.
His eyes dropped briefly, seemingly just to redicrect - but I saw the stutter and lock-on of his gaze. I instictively looked at where he was looking:
Vanessa’s hand is sliding up and down my erect cock, still wet from Gina salivating over it.
This caused me to instictively look down at his dick.
I always thought I was average. The only dicks I had ever seen were in porn. Most of those dicks seemed the same size as me. Some were bigger. Some were smaller. Average, right? Well, apparently 8 inches is fairly average for porn, but not so much for real-life.
At the time, I thought he had a small dick, but I think it was actually average, maybe 5 to 6 inches. I took a minute then to take him in. He was chiseled. The lines of his slim, muscular torso accentuating his manhood, with the delicate garnish of feminine hands.
Gina follows his eyeline down do my offering. She kisses him, kneels, pulling him down with her. Her mouth starts taking care of me again, and she takes Nate’s hand and slides his fingers inside her.
Vanessa leans over and kisses him. My vision is filled with this crimson-haried hottie kissing the masculine stud, my best friend.
Vanessa unlocks her lips from Nathan at the same time that Gina raises off my cock. Vanessa pushes Nathan’s head down. He goes down - pulls back with a realization of what he’s about to do - I do not know if he gave in or she pushed, but his mouth wrapped around my cock and slid down.
It happened so fast that I hardly had time to react. What the fuck? Oh fuck yes. His mouth felt as good as any. He wasn’t exactly giving expert technique. At first, it felt like he was just doing it, because he felt like he was supposed to perform for the girls. Then he tried to get deep.
He got about halfway down my cock, gagged - his throat gripping me as he did. He pulled back and dived in deeper, gagging more and trying again. It was like he was challenging himself to take it all, a singular focus. It wasn’t seductive, just determined. For him, he needed to prove he could take my whole cock. For me, this man that I admired for his player status, his masculinity, a man that I saw as more man than me was eagerly choking on my cock, submitting to me as the superior man. I didn’t even know it was a possibility to want this.
I was lost in a mess of Vanessa’s hair closing in on Gina, making out with each other. Nate descends one last time, finally getting his lips all the way down to my pelvis.
Suddenly I felt nothing and everyhing. The world was quiet. The base of my cock pulsed in his mouth as my head pumped cum deep into his throat. He had started to pull back, but he seemed to realize that I was cumming and pushed his head back down until I was finished filling him.
He stood quickly, pulling Gina up with him. He pulled her close before dragging her to his room. She seemed excited to see whatever he was determined to prove to her. The sounds from his room shortly thereafter suggest that she got what she wanted all along.
I need to stop for now and take care of some tension that built up from pulling this out of my past. I’m on a reckoning tour. After I shoot this load, I look forward to telling you about how me and Nate left things; and how I chased and exceeded that high in the future.