I'm Brent, a pretty typical high school sophomore, except that I really want to blow my best friend. I'm not gay – at least I don't think I am. I like girls, and have a wonderful girlfriend, Lisa, and we have great sex. My best friend, Jim, also has a girlfriend – Marsha.

I'm not at all attracted to guys, but I've wanted to blow Jim for years, but always kept it to myself – afraid of ruining a friendship over a decade long. I really thought that when I started dating the desire would go away, but it's just grown stronger. When I make love to Lisa I think about sucking Jim, and lately I find I must think about him cumming in my mouth before I'll cum. In the beginning that was fine, because it allowed me to last longer, so I was a better lover for Lisa, but when I found I just couldn't cum without thinking about sucking Jim that really caused me concern.

I had long wanted to come out to Jim, but I was afraid of how he would react. One day we were at his place after school. Jim swiped a couple of his father's beers and we sat around drinking. Neither of us had much experience drinking, and it only took a beer each to reduce our inhibitions.

Jim said, "Brent, you and I have been the best of friends since we were kids, and I appreciate all you've done for me." I presumed that he was referring to the math tutoring I had given him, and just smiled.

"I'd like to think that we have a friendship that can endure almost anything," I said.

Jim agreed, and I began to wonder if the time might be right to come out to him. We continued to have idle talk as we finished our beers, and finally I decided to go for it.

"Jim," I said, "I have something I want to say that I hope won't mess up our friendship."

"I don't think anything would," he said, "So go for it."

I hesitated, and then just blurted out, "I want to suck your cock."

Jim looked stunned and I was sure this was a bad mistake.

Finally, he said, "But I thought you were straight."

"I am," I said, "I think – I really like girls, and especially Lisa, but I also want to suck you."

"How long have you been sucking cocks?" asked Jim.

"I never have," I replied, "But have wanted to for years – actually I just wanted to suck yours."

"And you are just telling me this now?" responded Jim.

"Yeah," I confessed timidly, "I was afraid of wrecking our friendship, and I guess I have now."

"Brent, I'm really surprised – maybe shocked," Jim said, "But you haven't wrecked our friendship, but you've really taken me by surprise, and I don't know how to respond."

"Maybe I should go," I said, feeling ashamed.

"If you want," Jim said, "But you don’t have to."

I went home feeling crappy. I revealed my innermost secret and it wasn't well received. I knew that things would never be the same between us and hoped that he wouldn't tell anyone.

The next day at school Jim was waiting for me and before I could say anything he just said, "Yes."

I was really surprised, and asked, "What changed your mind?"

"I didn't really change my mind," said Jim, "I just hadn't made it up yet – this was really big news and I had to let it sink in, but your offer is wonderful, and I really want you to do it."

"That's great!" I said, smiling broadly, "When do you want it?"

"How about after school?" Jim responded, and I agreed. He said he had tried to get Marsha to suck him but she wouldn't. I told him that Lisa wouldn't either. Jim said he thought this was going to work out really well.

After school we went to Jim's place and to his room. "How do you want me?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered, "I guess however you want."

Jim pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles and sat on the edge of his bed. I knelt on the floor before him and gently took his cock in my hand. Immediately it responded and began to grow, much to my delight. I had seen Jim's cock before in the showers after gym class at school, but never touched it. I knew our friendship would never be the same, as I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.

Jim gasped with joy and I marveled at how right it felt to have him in my mouth. I knew that this was the right thing to do and hoped that Jim would see it that was too. I moved my tongue around, exploring the contours of Jim's cock as he moaned with delight. I thought he was already fully erect when I took him into my mouth, but he grew even more. Jim started breathing faster as I sucked him, and I expected him to cum soon. In a few minutes he rewarded my efforts with his hot load!

It was strong tasting and unlike anything I had ever tasted – the singular taste of Jim, and I was so glad to receive it. I held him in my mouth while he finished pumping and then he pulled out and I swallowed.

"Wow!" said Jim, "That was amazing! I hope you liked it 'cause I sure did."

I smiled and said, "Thanks for being such a good friend."

"Thank YOU," said Jim, "I hope we can do this more."

"Any time you want it." I said, "You won't have to jack-off any more."

"I don't jack-off as much any more because of Marsha," said Jim, "But sometimes she isn't in the mood or is having her period."

"I know that all too well," I agreed.

From that point on I blew Jim several times a week. A couple of times I got a call from him when he got home from a date with Marsha. She wasn't in the mood and he needed relief, so I made a quick trip to his place and sucked him off.

Our friendship had grown – we both realized that we had something really special and valued each other more than ever.

One Friday Jim asked if I would come over about ten that night because he would be getting home from his date then. "Is Marsha having her period?" I asked, and Jim said she wasn’t, but he still wanted me to come by.

I thought he wanted me there just in case, and I didn't particularly like not knowing if I was going to suck him or not. I showed up at ten as agreed and knelt to suck him. I recognized the smell of pussy on his cock and asked him what was going on.

"I faked cumming so I could save my load for you," he said, "I love Marsha, but your mouth is even better than her pussy!"

I immediately began to suck Jim, and tried to give him my best work, honored that he liked my mouth so well. Soon he came, and thanked me, apologizing for not washing up before.

"I'm glad you didn't," I said, "I like sharing your cock with Marsha and don't mind sucking her juices off you."

I'm sure Marsha would have been pissed if she knew, but Jim rarely came while making love to her, and it was all to my benefit.

It's been over ten years now, and we've both married our high school sweethearts and have kids, but I still suck Jim often – in fact more often, since wives quickly lose interest in sex, but guys still need it.

Sucking has changed what it means to be best friends – but to the good as far as Jim and I are concerned!

  To be continued . . .

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