Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2007 19:35:32 -0400
From: Dave Starr <thicknhard5@hotmail.com>
Subject: "My Old Friend"

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This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between
Males. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature
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My Old Friend


My old friend Mike called to say he wanted to visit. Boy I hadn't seen him
in forever. I didn't even think he knew I was married before I talked to
him on the phone. Of course I told him we would love to have him but
honestly I was of two minds. I was always a little twerp in school and Mike
had kind of protected me. As long as he was my friend no one would harass
me. Mike was a big, tall, popular jock while I excelled in the French
club. Though we seemed an unlikely pair we were good friends until he went
into the army while I went on to college. Now 15 years later Mike was
coming to visit and I wondered about how we would get around the fact that
for the last few years of high school I was Mike's blow buddy. I didn't
know how we could move on from that. It wasn't as if I hadn't thought about
it; in fact I thought about it during sex with my wife, June.

I picked him up at the airport and looked forward to a re-acquainting
conversation on the hour-long drive to my mountain home. I knew he would be
impressed with my wealth and position as a novelist. As we headed to the
car Mike had somehow maneuvered me into carrying all the heavy bags. We
talked of old times as we headed west, Mike was the same old Mike.

 "Remember when old Don was pounding on you and I came along; I pulled him
off you and slapped him around a little and he ran away. We went to the
pond and as I remember it, that was the first time you sucked my cock. Oh,
you didn't want to at first but then I just kept talking to you and when I
rubbed my cock over your lips by then you were eager. I have to tell you
Bobby; I've had lots of blowjobs but your still the best. Maybe its because
you were just so dammed eager for my cum, who knows why we do things eh."

By now I was a little numb, I didn't want to talk about this. I glanced
over at Mike and was shocked; he had his cock out and was slowly stroking
it. God it was huge, that thick purple head on the end of that long, thick
prick with that gapping piss slit that looked like the mouth of a
cannon. Oh yes I remembered. "Ok Bobby, this roads really deserted, pull
over up there." In a trance I did as he asked, just like old times, I
always did as he asked. Off the road I put it in park and felt that big
hand on my neck just rubbing my neck. It was old times as he pressured my
head down towards his cock. "That's right little Bobby, go for it, for old
times sake." He opened the door and stretched his legs out with that big
club hanging out. It seemed natural to get out and scamper over to his side
of the car.


"Its big isn't it Bobby? Do you remember how I taught you to suck and
worship it, I bet you do. Kneel now and enjoy." "I understand, Mike." My
gaze was already fixed on the enormous cockhead that was dripping on the
car seat.  He wasn't fully hard and the weight of his dick had it laid out
on the cushion instead of pointing up towards his face. I shivered a little
has I remembered how it had been. At the thought of tasting the wetness
that I saw and realized that I wanted to do it. I still couldn't admit
it...but I definitely wanted it. Bobby chuckled to himself as he saw me
staring at it, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my mind, knowing
the private war that I was fighting between my brain and my dick, and
knowing, in the end, which one would win.

"Well, what are you waiting for?  Get started already" he ordered.  I
slowly inched forward on my knees. I lowered my head and had almost arrived
at his juiced-up cock when his hand grabbed my head and slowed my descent.
"Just lick it a while first. You may need some instructions if you'r going
to remember" I stuck out my tongue and lowered my head until it made
contact with his cockhead.  I immediately tasted the salty thickness of his
precum as I used my tongue to probe deeper into his piss slit.  I could
sense that his cock was on the rise and heard a soft moan. Hearing him make
that sound again set me on fire. I immediately tried to take the entire
head of his cock into my mouth but was quickly pulled off again. "Are you
deaf, Bobby?  Look, I know you want this cock bad, but you WILL follow my
instructions just like always.  I only told you to lick it. I want you to
lick it until it is completely hard, then I'll let you try and discover
what other talents that mouth of yours might still have." Releasing my
head, he once again relaxed while I continued to lick at his growing cock
using only my tongue. "Its time now Bobby."

Mike Held my head firmly pumping it up and down on his drippy meat, farther
and farther down the shaft until the thick head began to hit the back of my
throat. I felt the urge to gag each time it touched the back of my mouth
but Mike didn't care anymore.  Tears began to well up in my eyes, an
automatic reflex when a person feels they are choking, how I remembered
that feeling. Through those tears, it was easy to see that at least half of
his cock was still outside my mouth. I knew he wouldn't be happy until it
completely disappeared, just like old times.

Moments later when he pulled my face clear of his cock and held it firmly
less than an inch away from the angry flared head. He didn't let me look at
him, but I heard him say, "Take a long, really deep breath through your
mouth..." As soon as he saw me begin to take the breath, he slammed my head
viciously onto his cock, his thick cock only pausing slightly as it bumped
the back of my throat before sliding down the relaxed opening.  Of course,
as soon as I realized what had happened my throat was no longer relaxed.  I
was gagging constantly as he held my head down, my throat convulsing over
and over around the thick invader. "Oh YESSSSSS!!!  damm, that's it ...it's
like your throat is trying to get my cock off all by itself. Damm, Bobby,
your throat was made for a man's cock, my cock, made to let a man sling his
thick cum down that throat chute of yours."

Just as I felt that I was going to pass out, Mike raised my head up long
enough for me to gasp for air.  I could see thick, sticky strands of
saliva, my saliva, mixed with his precum gushing out of my mouth and down
that thick shaft. It was the consistency of cum as it slipped nastily over
his balls and ran down the car seat. Mike then proceeded to thrust my head
back down onto his shaft and even though he had a little more difficulty
ramming it past the back of my mouth and into my throat (he didn't have the
element of surprise anymore) he still managed to slip it all the way inside
until my nose was once again buried in his crotch.  I gagged again,
producing another thick, white glob of mucus to lubricate his cock for each
successive thrust. He didn't hold me down on it as long this time before
letting me up for air and thrusting it back again. Soon he settled into a
long, slow, deep throat fuck and I was beginning to get a grip on my
breathing just like old times. I was timing my breaths to occur at exactly
the moment my mouth cleared the head of his cock.  He was totally in
control, never releasing my head for a second.

Time had slowed to a crawl as I felt his cock swelling larger and the first
violent wave of cum traveling up his shaft to empty far down my
throat. Mike gripped my hair and forced my head off his cock.  With great
quickness for a man in the middle of cumming, he pulled my head backwards
and moved to sit right on the edge of the seat with the head of his cock
less than an inch from my mouth. It shuddered again and spewed a second
massive load all over my face, from my hairline down to my chin. I wanted
to cum with him, but I still had pants on had lost focus on everything but
his cock, my nuts just wouldn't release it.  A third blast coated my right
cheek and quickly ran down to my chin, mingling with what was already there
and gaining enough weight to slide off to the ground. Mike then used his
other hand to pull his cockhead up and over the still spouting head of his
dick, tightly pinching it off between his thumb and piss slit. "Keep your
mouth open now, here it comes...ENJOY!"  He held his still throbbing cock
over my open mouth as he moved even closer to the edge, just letting it sit
there for a moment, temptingly, as he still kept the skin of the slit
pinched off, staring at me, watching my reaction. After what seemed like an
eternity, he took his hand back and I got my first taste of his load.  It
was amazing.  As his cock shot out the pent up cum ran out like a fountain
directly into my waiting, hungry mouth. The taste was incredible and I knew
that I was hooked again, everything he had said about me was true.  I
wanted to cry, I wanted to cum, I wanted to run away, I wanted to taste
more of his cock - all at the same time.  I closed my mouth and moved the
thick, creamy cum of my old school buddy around with my tongue to coat the
entire inside of my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and heat of his
cum. My mouth was full, cum was dripping down my chin, I gagged on his
salty seed, but he once again pulled me onto his cock and commanded me to
drink every drop. I totally submitted again, like old times, in a
rvience. Sperm and spit now coated my face To my surprise, I found that
every time this man's huge prick brushed my lips, I mouthed it
compulsively. I couldn't help it. I hated and loved this feeling.

As we continued our drive I was surprised how easily we had slipped into
our old, frank ways. He talked about how he liked to be serviced and how
good it was to be back with his cocksucker. I couldn't help thinking about
June. "Well Bobby I'm really pleased with you. After all this time your
still hungry for my cock. Remember when I told you that some guys were a
little like girls and wanted to suck off real men. We were so young then
but that's really how it worked out, you're the sucker and I'm the
suckee. Nothing has really changed, I still need to cum 3 or 4 times a day
and you still like cock. Of course you're a bit rusty, you'll need to train
your throat muscles.  I've done some reading on slave training in the past
and it boils down to getting your throat used to being filled. If you stick
your finger down your throat and move it around and seek out those trigger
spots at the entrance of your throat that make you gag. The more you
stimulate them and learn about what makes you gag, the easier it is to
control your gag reflex. Also practice holding your breath. You can do
this, just hold your breath for as long as you can. If you do this several
times a day and continue to push yourself, you'll find you can hold your
breath for longer and longer periods of time. Swimmers and divers do these
exercises all the time. You need to practice holding cock deep down your
throat and try to see if you can breathe around the cock, a skilled
cocksucker can hold a cock deep down his throat and lick his man's balls
while breathing through your nose. Learn to like the feelings of choking
and not being able to breathe. You'll do it because its what I want of
you."

I didn't know what to think, Mike knew me better than I could myself. I
hadn't seen him in years but in less than an hour I was his again, yes his
cocksucker. I was driving slow because I wanted to listen to his desires, I
wanted to please.

"A lot of guys make fun of cocksuckers but that's just wrong. A cocksucker
only wants to serve his alpha male and that's what I want. Now, I am going
to tell you what I want from you, my sex slave. From now on whenever I want
your going to blow me. As I've said I often need to cum 2-3 times per day,
and more so it's good that I'll live with you. I will need you to suck me
when I wake up and again at bedtime. I don't care who is around your house
you will be there to satisfy me when I need it. Your body is mine to use
for my pleasure. You will strive to do everything as good as you
can. Follow all my instructions. If I want you to lick my balls, you will
do it. I might make you beg to serve me. I will fuck your mouth, or have
you massage my balls, or make you lick my ass clean.  You may have to shave
your pubic hair, or walk around in the backyard with no clothes
on. Anything I want, you will do for me because you just, plain want to
please me. Occasionally, I will have friends who need servicing.  You will
do them too. I will cum on your face or will make you take it down your
throat. Whatever I want, you do.  Do you understand?"  I nodded.  "Good,
I'm glad you know your place, Good, he said again.

After a while he started talking again. You need to understand the
psychological aspects of cocksucking. How to truly give service and submit
to a man when he shares his cock with you, so the experience is at its best
for both of you. I have learned that although cocksucking is about one man
giving sexual pleasure to another, like all sex it's really about both guys
getting mutual satisfaction. Your satisfaction is routed in the submission
inherent in kneeling with his cock in your mouth. Mine will be in being
superior to you; using you as a slut.  Of course taking a man's load is
just part of the job, so to speak. But it's an important part. There's a
reason that its called "service." A guy using a cocksucker has every right
to expect his load to be taken, and with gratitude. You must then look up
at him and thank him with your eyes."

"I know your wondering how this works with your wife, but you don't need to
worry, she knows it all." I was stupefied, how could she know, what did she
think? I couldn't speak but Mike just went on in a matter of fact way.

"I've been talking on a chat line to her for a month. It started as just a
jerk-off chat but I found out that she was your wife. Eventually I told her
you had been my cocksucker in school. She came back to me that this was a
turn on for her. We talked more and decided that letting you serve both of
us would be fun and here I am.

My head was swimming as I pulled into my driveway, what was happening. I
gathered Mike's luggage and followed him into my house. Nice place you've
got here Bobby, very plush and secluded. Hi June, after all this it's so
nice to meet you. I've told him how it's going to be so don't worry." I
noticed that June was in a bikini, strange. Mike told me to get them a
drink. When I came back they were on the couch talking. I set the drinks in
front of them and went to sit down. "No, no little Bobby, you don't sit in
our presence, get on the floor." For whatever reason I couldn't refuse and
quickly sat in front of them. I think its time to continue his training,
don't you June?"

"Listen to me carefully now, you have some hard lessons to learn. As our
slut and slave you are now totally subservient to and will obey my orders
as your Master and from now on those of your wife as well. You need to
develop and nurture the trait of absolute obedience if you hope to
survive. Your function as our sex slave is not to question orders, not even
to think, but to obey right away, without question at all times. I think
that it is time that you learned that lesson." The reality is that you'll
be much happier if you don't think and just obey. It'll free you to be the
slave you've always wanted to be."

"Now my little cocksucker, it's time for your next lesson. Whenever I snap
my fingers and point at the floor, you're to fall to the floor, kneel there
with your legs spread and your mouth open. Let us have a practice." Mike
snapped his finger and pointed at the floor in front of him. I didn't
move. He slapped my face hard with an open hand. I felt a tear rolling down
my cheek. He snapped his fingers again and pointed. This time I reluctantly
shuffled to the spot on my knees with my legs spread. I glance at June
whose face registers disgust at my easy compliance. "You see June, he wants
to serve us, lets give him some practice eh." They told me to get up and
strip naked as they sipped their wine.

 I thought I had no choice but it was obvious that I was excited by this
treatment, my prick was hard and they were laughing. Mike again snapped his
finger and this time I fell fast in front of him. "Take my cock out now and
show your wife what a good cocksucker you are." I began opening his
fly. His cock springs free and I lower my mouth to it. Just as my lips
touch the cockhead Mike lifts my head, smiles at me and slaps my face
twice. He then pushes me onto his cock. "You see June, he's really
subservient, he likes this kind of treatment. Understand another rule,
whenever I want to fuck your wife, I will snap my fingers and point. You
will move into position and unzip my trousers. When you have removed them
you will prepare me to fuck your wife by licking around my prick and balls
and then by sucking me off until I am nice and hard for your wife. When I
tell you to, you will open her cunt lips and guide my stiff prick into your
wife." I must have looked like I protested with my eyes. Mike didn't
hesitate. Again he slapped my face hard, once and then again. The slaps are
loud and shake my entire body. I begin to whimper and sob. Mike made sure
that I got the point by slapping my tearstained face hard a third time. I
felt the defeat that they must have seen in my eyes and I know that that I
would obey.

"Are you ready to obey us at all times now Bobby?" He asked. I answered by
sucking lustily on his cock, that beautiful cock, my new Master's cock. I
didn't notice my wife smiling in the doorway.