Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2022 20:24:05 +0000 From: Danny Johnson Subject: Timmy's Girl Trouble I just finished texting my best friend Collin to ask him to come over and hang for a while. We've been best friends since we were kids, and our bond is still going strong now that we're both in our early 20's. 22 to be exact. We've shared just about everything with each other over the years: no secrets. And I needed him to help me figure this shit out. I've been dating my girlfriend, Kelly, for about a year and a half. She's so smokin' hot, man. Tight little body with a solid c-cup rack. And that pussy... fuuuuuck, I get so fuckin' hard just thinkin' about her tight Asian snatch, man. And she knows it. She loves to tease me when we're out in public and embarrass me when I bone up. One time, we were out with Collin at the movies, standing in line for popcorn and sodas. I had my arms around her from behind and she was in front of me while we were both talking to Collin. She started pressing her ass back against the crotch of my jeans in this real slow rhythm. So slow that I don't think anyone could tell what she was doing except me. Each time we moved forward in line she'd take the opportunity to push back harder on my rapidly expanding bulge. By the time we got to the front and she ordered for us, I was fully stiff and had actively been grinding back against her firm ass. When the server handed her our drinks, she took them and walked away abruptly, leaving my tented jeans on display. Collin had let us order first, so he was still standing there. He immediately saw my erect dick and started cracking up laughing at my situation. "Ha ha ha ha! Dude, what the fuck? You'd better cover up your boner, bro! This is a family establishment. Even your baby boy-dick is gonna catch some attention like that, man!" The server, who was clearly a high school nerd, leaned forward to look over the counter and started laughing, too. It was humiliating. I grabbed the popcorn off the counter, threw my cash at him, and ran off to follow Kelly. When I asked her why she did that to me, knowing it would be humiliating, she just chuckled and said I needed to lighten up and just have fun. Maybe the worst part was Collin calling me out on my less than stellar cock size in front of that freaking nerd. He knew I was sensitive about it. And, I mean, it's not like my dick is pathetic. It's about five inches or so when it's hard. Really close to 5 inches. It doesn't help that I'm also a grower, not a shower. So when Collin and I are changing clothes or taking a piss through back fence when having a few beers, he sees it at it's smallest size. The fact that my best friend is hung like a horse is just one more log on the fire of my small dick saga. Growing up together we measured our dicks plenty of times The first time we measured was after he told me that he was five inches soft. We were about 14 at that time and I didn't believe him. I was sure he was straight up lying. I'd seen his dick plenty, and he was bigger than me, sure, but I couldn't believe he was five inches soft. So, he grabbed a ruler and whipped out his flaccid dong. He stood up and let his dick fall in front of him, facing me while he told me to check out the number for myself. Staring straight at his over-sized boy-meat I looked at the tip of his dick and saw it resting at about five and a quarter inches. I think I muttered something like "holy shit" and "what the fuck" and looked up at my bro to see him smiling down at me. "I told you I was a solid five inches soft, bro. But don't worry, Timmy. We're only 14 dude. Your cock is gonna get big like mine at some point. I just beat you to the punch. Why don't we see where you're at just so we can like track our progress, buddy." He handed me the ruler and stepped back a bit, so I could stand up. I tucked my shorts under my balls and put the ruler at the base of my cock. Two inches. For some reason Collin still had his cock out and I looked back at it. It just looked like a totally different species than my dick. Collin slapped my arm before putting away his junk and reassured me that eventually I'd have a dick more like his. But, as much as we measured over the years, mine never caught up. Not even close. There were plenty of times that we measured ourselves hard, too. I'd usually be the one to suggest we check in and update our numbers. "Sure, Timmy. Soft or hard, bro?" "Let's do both. I swear I've picked up at least an inch since last time." We'd mostly be in Collin's room, hanging out on his bed watching TV. He'd get up onto his knees, drop his shorts or unbutton and unzip his jeans, and then tuck his underwear under his balls and let his cock flop out in front. I'd grab the ruler from his desk and come back to the bed and hand it to him, getting myself on my knees facing him while I got ready to measure, too. One time, though, we must have been 17 or so at this point, he didn't reach for the ruler when I handed it to him. "I've been thinkin', Timmy. I don't want you to think I'm cheating to get a longer measurement. I know you're tryin' to catch up with my number, dude. No homo, bro, but why don't you measure us both when we're soft? This way you know it's fair." "Get outta here, man. I don't need to do that. I trust you and besides, I'm watchin' you do it, anyway. I know you're not cheating me." "Nah, bruh. I insist. We're really doin' this all for your benefit, anyway. I measure plenty on my own and don't honestly feel the need to keep doin' it. My dick speaks for itself. It's pretty fuckin' big. You do the measurement and see for yourself. No homo." He had kind of a satisfied grin on his face. I truly didn't see the big deal, so I pressed the ruler against the base of his limp dick and pressed the length of it down against his shaft, hanging in front of his hairy nuts. I had to basically lay down on my side on the bed to do it, and to see the number at the end of his head. "What's it say, Timmy?" "Six inches. Fuck, it's six inches soft, man. How are you doin' this, Collin? You takin' some kind of dick vitamins?" "Ha! Dick vitamins, I like that. Nah, it's just the genes, dude. I'm pure stud. Ok, now go ahead and do yours." I got back up on my knees and pulled out my admittedly less impressive dick. "So?" he asked. "Three inches, Col." "Well, it's better than it used to be. Maybe it's still gonna grow. You never know, T." I'm sure I flushed red with embarrassment. I swear I'd grown more than this since the last time we measured a few months back. "Ok, put on the porn so we can get hard and measure again." I pulled up some porn on my phone and mirrored it to the TV. Collin had shucked his boxer briefs and shorts and spread out, leaning against his headboard and started to stroke his heavy cock. He never bothered with lube since he was uncut. I on the other hand typically used lube when I would play with myself, so on the rare occasion we would do something like this... jack off together, which only happened these times we'd be measuring for cock length, I'd have to make due with spit. If you've used spit to beat off before, you'll understand why it's not exactly my favorite lube. It dries up pretty quickly so you're constantly reapplying, and depending on your position you can't always just spit down directly on your dick. Like these times when I'm side by side on the bed with Collin, it was much easier to spit in my hand than run the risk of missing my dick and spitting on my legs or his sheets. The thing about that is, your hand starts to smell like fuckin' dick. And if you lick your hand, it's like you're licking a dick. You even get that tangy taste. I glanced at my bro and his cock looked bigger than ever. I was just in awe of the tower of meat he had standing up in his lap. I realized I'd practically stopped stroking myself while staring at his huge cock when he spoke to me. "Alright, Timmy. Gimme that ruler." I handed it to him and watched as he placed it against the top side of his cock, and practically took up the entire ruler. "9.5 inches, bro. Damn this dick just don't stop growin', huh?" "Hell no, it doesn't. My God, man!" "Now you do you, bruh." I took the ruler back and realized my cock was only about half-way hard at this point. Seeing his massive schlong nearly hit the 10 inch mark must've done a number on my boner. "Looks like you're not really `up' for it, huh, T? Ha ha ha! Don't worry, man. I'm sure it's gettin' bigger. You can measure later, dude. I on the other hand am totally worked up at this point. I need to bust one out, bro." "Got it." Like we'd established the first time we measured our cocks hard, Collin always wanted to empty his nuts when we finished. I can't blame him. Watching the porn to get hard, working his thick tool, it makes sense he'd need to bust at the end. So, I pulled up my pants and turned away from him to face the wall while he finished getting off. Collin said it was one thing to measure our dicks and see each other getting a little worked up just so we could get that number, but it's something else for two dudes to be in a room and watch each other cum. He thought that crossed the line from normal bro-bonding to faggot. Made sense to me. So whenever this happened, I'd just turn away and let him do his thing until he was done. I'm not gonna lie, though. I didn't always feel entirely comfortable in the room. I usually couldn't look at my phone because we always used mine to stream the porn. If I watched it, I would typically just stiffen back up in my pants and it was like torture, then. It was another thing Collin said – that we shouldn't both be beating off together, even if we're not looking at each other. More faggot stuff. So since he always insisted on cumming after we measured our hard dicks, that meant that I really couldn't. Even though I tried not to watch the porn, I couldn't really escape what was happening behind me. When Collin beats off, he really gets into it. He doesn't typically stay in one position, as I've learned. He'll beat off with his back against the headboard at first, but then move around. Sometimes he'll hump against his pillow. Sometimes he'll just rut against the top of the bed, or thrust into his hand while laying on his side. Whatever he's doing behind me will always end up shaking the bed at some point. And the most uncomfortable part is the noise. Collin's not quiet. At all. He does his share of moaning and groaning, but he also talks dirty to whoever he imagines he's fucking at that point. "Ooo, yeah, baby. Suck that dick. Suck that fuckin' dick good. You're makin' me feel so good, baby." Or sometimes it's even worse. "Are you a good slut? Are you a good fuckin' slut for Daddy, slurpin' on his 10 inch cock, baby? Huh? You love suckin' Daddy's 10 inch cock while he plays with your pussy, right? Yeah, you're a fuckin' slut for this huge piece of meat." Eventually he'll get the nut that he works so hard for. He usually lets me know when he's close for some reason. "Ok, Timmy. I'm almost there. I'm gettin' real close to pumpin' out this thick load, bruh. You won't have to wait to much longer, man. I know it must suck just sittin' there waitin' for my cock to shoot off, buddy. But it's all good. I'm about to fuckin' bust all over my abs and then I'll wipe it down and we can just hang out, ok? Sound good, Timmy? Here I go... fuckin' creamin' all over, man, FUCK! UGH!! FUCK YEAH!!" I don't think I mentioned that Timmy's room growing up was over the detached garage at his parents' house, so making noise was never a problem, luckily for him. At least the times I was around while he worked himself off he was loud as hell. Once he was done, he'd give me the ok to turn back around. Most of the time, he hadn't actually cleaned up yet, so I'd see first-hand how much ball cream he spunked all over himself. And like his cock, his loads were easily two or three times the loads I'd shoot. Eventually he'd get up, grab a cumrag out of his pile, and sop up all the jizz from his chest, abs, and junk. He'd usually start making conversation while doing it, too. I guess once he got off, it didn't seem like a problem for me to see the results. At 22, it had been a couple years since we did any cock measuring, since I basically accepted that my dick stopped growing and wasn't ever going to be in the same league as my best bud. I tapped out at just over three inches soft and like I said, practically five inches hard. Collin? He'd made it to six and a half inches soft, and, believe it or not, 10.25 inches when fully hard. I know, he's bigger than most porn stars. It's just fuckin' ridiculous. So, back to my dilemma. Kelly and I fucked like rabbits when we first started dating. We were constantly fucking in my car, on the couch, the kitchen floor, the stairs to my apartment, anywhere and anytime. Blowjobs, eating her pussy, eating her ass, finger-fucking, doggy, just about everything but anal. She just won't do it. It all slowed down a bit as we hit the year mark, which I figured was normal, even at 22. About three months ago, things changed completely. She didn't seem as interested in sex. No matter what I tried, if we were hanging out, whatever, she couldn't be bothered. I tried to talk to her about it plenty, but she always said nothing was wrong. She just didn't want to fuck like she used to anymore. The one exception to all of this was that she'd really gotten into having me eat her out. It was always something in our sexual grab bag, but never front and center, so to speak. Now, it was just about the only thing she'd ever want to do. The strange thing is I can tell she's super horny from this lack of sex. So many times she'll come to my place all horned up and the first thing she'll want to do is have me lick her pussy. Sometimes she'll walk in wearing one of her super short mini-skirts, push me onto my back on the sofa before she even gives me a hello kiss, hikes up her skirt and plants her dripping wet pussy right on my face. She almost never wears underwear. She'll swirl her cunt around on my mouth and tongue while dripping her juice right into my open mouth. I swear her pussy has never been so fuckin' wet as it has these last few months. So much fuckin' juice, and it drives me crazy. I'll finger her clit with one hand while she's riding my face and reach down to stroke my aching dick with the other. Once in a while after I've slurped on her sloppy wet cunt for 20 minutes or so, she'll lift herself up and sit down on my hard shaft, and fuck me until we both cum. I shoot the biggest loads of my life when this happens, since it's so rare that we actually fuck. Most of the time, though, she'll ride my face, or she'll lean back on the club chair and spread herself wide and tell me to dive in. I'll get on my knees and go to town, drinking down every drop of her fuckin' tasty pussy juice with her encouragement. When she decides we're done, she'll close up shop and that's it. Usually we hang out or go one our date or whatever we were planning. Sometimes she just heads up, sayin' she's tired and needs her rest. I'm confused as hell by all of this. Like I said, conversations with Kelly haven't gotten me anywhere. I really want to make this work with her, but I don't know what else to do. I was lucky as hell to get her to start with. I can't lose her. I'll never get a girl as hot as her again. I've talked with Collin about this a couple of times and he's confused, too, but I called him over to see if there's anything I've missed. Collin's always been better with girls than I have. As we grew up, we both started working out, but he's super ripped. I'm not bad, but he's got a swimmer's build, with a narrow waste, 8-pack abs, wide chest, thick biceps and solid quads. He's super defined and has those lines above his hips that lead right down to this ten-incher. He's had more pussy than I can dream of, to be honest. "Hey, Timmy." I opened the door and Collin walked in. I'd been chillin' at home most of the day so I hadn't put on a shirt, and was just walkin' around the apartment in my boxer-briefs. Collin was in a tight black t-shirt, with a slim white zip up hoodie, gray sweats, and white kicks. His jet black hair was shaved close on the sides, and the top was held up with that cream hair product he uses, kind of pushed towards the back and one side. "Hey, Col. You want a beer, bro?" "Yeah, for sure. Sounds like we're gonna need one or two for this conversation." He wasn't wrong. It was hard enough that this shit with Kelly was happening in the first place, but as much as I trusted Collin and knew that we could talk about anything, it was still embarrassing as hell to talk to him about this. I put two beers next to him as he sat in the club chair and took my first sip of one of my own as I sat on the couch. "So, Timmy. I've been thinkin' about what you've told me about Kelly in these last few months. There still hasn't been any change, right? Like she's not back to suckin' your dick or puttin' out for you?" "No, bro, and that's the thing. I'm goin' fuckin' crazy over here, man. I'm so god damn horny all the time. It's not supposed to be like this when you have a hot piece like Kelly, right? It's just wrong, dude." "Yeah, man. It ain't right, that's for sure. What are you doin' in the meantime? Ya know, to get off while she won't do it? Are you lookin' for a side piece, bruh?" "No way, Col! You know how fuckin' hot she is. I can't. I don't want to risk it. I just have to make this work with her. I'm just... I just haven't jacked off this much in my entire life – like ever. I'm basically beating off two or three times a day. And when she has me eat her out and doesn't fuck me? I stroke out two loads right after." "Fuck, Timmy. That's no way to be, dude. You shouldn't be beating off that much at 22. It's just not right. Men are supposed to get their nut while fuckin' pussy or getting sucked off. You've seen how much cum my nuts churn out, right?" "I mean... yeah, Col. I've seen." "Right. It's like a fuckin' gallon of cock-snot each time I bust. And I don't beat off anymore. Ever. Because men aren't supposed to. That shit's for boys. Teenagers who can't score real pussy yet. You gotta cut that shit out, buddy." "Come on, Collin! What am I supposed to do? I have to get off, and she's just shut it down." "Like I said, if it was me, I'd be out fuckin' the first pussy to walk by. But, I get that you don't want to cheat on her. I respect that. I know she means a lot to you. Let me ask you this. Have you tried just kind of asserting yourself? Like bein' the boss and telling her what you want?" "I did, once. It didn't go well. It's just not really who I am. I mean she's always been in charge in the relationship. She ended up slapping me in the face and made me lay on my back on the ground. She only let me eat her out for like five minutes and left, telling me never to try that again." "Fuck, bro. That's harsh. The other thing you told me that I've been thinkin' about Timmy is how you said she's really horny, too. Like her pussy is totally wet and almost drippin' juice when she makes you eat her out, right?" "Yeah, Col. That's the really crazy part. If she's so horny to the point that her pussy is so wet, what's the deal?" "And when you say her pussy is so wet... is it like, a little slick, or really juicy?" I noticed Collin unzip his hoodie and take it off as we were talking. It probably was a bit hot in here, and all this talk about pussy doesn't help. Being just in my underwear I guess I hadn't noticed. "I mean, it's the wettest she's ever been, bro. Fuck it's weird talkin' to you about my girl's wet pussy, but I'm serious. If I didn't know better, I'd think she'd cum before she came home. But honestly, even at that, when she's cum in the past while I've eaten her out I don't remember this much juice." I really hadn't thought about that before. It really is weird. "So, now this may seem like a strange question, bro, but I think we're gettin' somewhere here. How's it taste? Like does her cum taste the same that it always did or do you think it's different? Like maybe she changed somethin' up?" "I... I don't know, Col. I haven't thought about the taste. Like, it all just kinda happens and she show's up and I'm covered in her pussy and swallowing down her juice before I give it much thought. Now, though... Now that you ask that, I guess it does kind of taste different. Man, I've never even realized. What the hell? What does that mean?" Collin stretched his arms out and then settled back into the chair, with his legs spread wide. His hands were resting on his upper thighs. "Ok, Timmy. Let's recap. You're at home beating off all day like a bitch, because your girl isn't fucking you. She's comin' to your place all the time with a wet pussy, with more juice than ever, that even tastes different than it used to. She plants her wet pussy down on your lips, makes you drink down whatever she's got in that tight cunt, and often walks out because she's worn out. That about cover it?" "Jeez, man. Yeah, I guess that's all true but it sounds so fuckin' awful doesn't it." "Oh, one more question. Am I right in thinkin' that her cream is thicker than it used to be, too?" "I guess. Yeah. Jeez I guess I forgot to mention that, too. What the hell is happening, Col? This is just torture." "I know, buddy. I know. But, bud, I gotta be honest. This seems pretty clear to me. Think about it. Your girl isn't putting out, she's tired, you're eatin' out her pussy and the cream is thicker and doesn't even taste the same. Doesn't that tell you what you need to know?" "I... I'm not... sure. Are you sayin'..." "Bro. Tim. Ok, I guess it's time to just say it like it is. I think you might even laugh about this, hell, I mean I think it's a fuckin' riot, bruh. Maybe you will to? Anyway, the thing is, I know what's goin' on with Kelly. I know why your girl doesn't want to fuck you. I know why your girl is always tired. I know why your girl only lets you eat her out. I know why your girl's pussy is fuckin' dripping wet when she comes home to you. I know why her juice has more flavor and why it's so much thicker." I was frozen in my seat on the couch. I couldn't let myself see what was clearly coming next out of the mouth of my best friend, Collin, while he sat with his muscled legs spread on my club chair with a bulge rising in his gray sweats, an inch at a time as he said he knew what was happening with me and my girl. "You're eating my cum, bro." I didn't move. I couldn't process what I just heard. "You're drinking down all the ball cream that I've been pumping out of this 10-inch cock into your girlfriend's tight Asian pussy for the last three months, buddy." He lifted the waistband of his sweats with both hands and dropped his gray sweatpants to his ankles, revealing his fully boned 10 and a quarter inch man-sized cock. It bounced in the air as he showed it off to me, torturing me like she'd been doing. Making me see once again the huge piece of man meat that makes my cock look more like a nub than a real dick. All the while I'm trying to put together a sentence in response to what my best friend of almost 20 years just told me. "No... I... no, that just can't be true... there's no way... you're just fuckin' with me... come on, Col, you're just fuckin' with me, ha ha, right? What a laugh, what a joke, really funny..." "Buddy, does it look like I'm jokin' around here? I'm here to tell you exactly what's been goin' on. That's why you called, right? You called your best friend to come over here and figure out what's been goin' on with your girl's pussy, so that's what I'm doin'. I'm tellin' you now. This beautiful, fat, fuck-stick has been breakin' open your girl's pussy, gettin' it nice and sloppy with the load I churn up in these fat nuts. Creamin' that pussy deep. Unloading my sweet, tangy fuckin' juice all up inside that cunt, so that she can come home and feed it to you, bro. And you wanna know why? Huh? Ask me why, bro." I managed to stutter out a "W-w-why?" response, still stuck in some crazy limbo in my head. Confused by what he's said, confused by why he had to show me his huge dick while telling me this, confused how he could possibly do this to me, why she did this to me... "This is why, Timmy." Collin pointed at his dick with both hands when he said that. Then he stood up, shucked the sweats from around his feet, and peeled off his fitted tee. He stood in front of me, about two feet in front of me... which meant his hard cock was only about a foot from my confused face. His incredible muscled jock body naked, towering over me while I sat still on the couch in my boxer-briefs. "This right here in front of you is why all of this happened, bro. My cock. The cock that you've been tryin' to size up to since we were kids. This nearly foot-long-dong that can't get enough pussy. This dick that is like a million times bigger than yours. This prime beef that you told your girl about. She finally came lookin' for it, man." He was right. I had told Kelly about his dick. And to be honest, probably not just once. I mean when you've been together for a year and a half, you tell each other shit, right? And I can think of one or two nights when we were all drunk and hanging out, everyone feeling good, and they were a little flirty and I may have said something like "Keep that giant cock of yours away from my girl, man." And I might remember one or two conversations where she asked me about it, thinking I was joking. I should have kept my mouth shut. I never thought that would lead to anything! "Yeah, I see it on your face, T. I see that you remember talkin' to your girl about my giant cock. That's really all it took, bud. Well, no, that's wrong. Kelly's a hot chick. I know she cares about you, but your little dick was always gonna end up a problem for her. I mean look at what's in front of you right now. Kelly is fully capable of scoring a big bone like this one. You've always known it. So eventually, she just got kinda bored of Timmy's little peter and, well, with all the talk of my thick meat... she came lookin' for it." I finally got angry. "FUCK, bro!! I... I don't... I didn't... I can't deal with this, man! You're my best friend.. how could you fuck my girlfriend? Why? You could have any girl you wanted. Fuck!" I tried to get up, but Collin pressed down on my shoulders and kept me seated. I shut my mouth, fuming over Collin's betrayal, staring straight ahead while refusing to look up at him. I just couldn't look him in the eye after hearing this. His uncut cock was still hard as hell in front of my face while I freaked out. It was towering in front of me like a shrine to his manhood, serving as a reminder that I just couldn't compare. "Listen, dude. If it means anything, I didn't go after Kelly. As hot as she is, you're my best bud and I decided the day you asked her out that if she said yes, I'd never pursue her. And I didn't. ... But, you know, shit happens. One night we were all hangin' here after watchin' the game, and we'd been drinkin'. You got totally trashed that night and I had to carry your ass to your bed. Kelly and I were just chillin' here on your couch and she started flirtin' with me like crazy, Timmy. Like askin' me if I liked her top... then askin' if I thought her skirt was too tight. Fuck, she made it pretty clear what she was after. She kept touchin' me everywhere, too. She finally got brave enough and just came out with it. She asked me if she could see my big cock. Told me she'd been thinkin' about it ever since you told her how much meat I was packin'. Shit, dude. Was I supposed to say no?" As I sat listening to Collin share the details of how he first ended up fucking my girlfriend, right here in my apartment, right here on the couch I was sitting on, my anger started to turn. Looking at his king kong dong while hearing that my girl asked to see it, asked to see this crazy big dick... I started to feel more jealousy and even lust than anger. I can't explain why, but hearing this was turning me on. I didn't need to look down to know that my own dick was at it's full five-inch mast. He continued on. "I'm tellin' you, bro, as soon as I unzipped my jeans and let my half-hard cock loose, she dove down on it like a hungry bitch. FUCK! I don't think I've ever had a bitch so eager to stuff her own face full of my dick, buddy." Collin grabbed his cock and gave it a few pumps at this point, and a drop of his pre- dripped off the tip his cock and fell onto my tented boxer-briefs. I don't know what was wrong with me but it was like I was transfixed by his manhood at this point. I just let it all happen. "It didn't take long before she was ridin' my dick like a fuckin' slut, bruh. And fuck was her pussy tight that first time. Like a sweet virgin pussy waiting for it's first cock. I know why you are so into that snatch, boy. It's some good cunt. So I remember askin' her if she was on the pill cus you know I'm not about gettin' a girl pregnant at this point. When she said she was, I kept on pounding, goin' for that nut. And ya' know I was sure you'd hear us. We both know I like to get verbal when I'm gettin' off, and I guess we both know Kelly is a screamer, right? I really thought for sure that you'd come out and I'd have to talk you off the ledge, bro. But you didn't. So I finished her up doggy style, slappin' that tight ass and fillin' her up with a fuckin' bucket of my hot load, Timmy." What was wrong with me? I was just sitting there, staring at my bud and his fat-ass cock, letting him drip pre- all over my underwear, listening to him tell me about the first time he fucked Kelly. I wasn't moving. I wasn't trying to stop him. I wasn't doing anything other than bone up harder than I ever have in my life. "And here's the thing, Timmy. As soon as I bred her pussy, she got up and headed down the hall towards your room. I sat my naked ass on the couch wonderin' what the hell she was doin'. She came back about 10 minutes later and told me. She nudged your drunk ass awake just long enough to give her pussy a good tongue bath and drink up all that hot nut cream. I was in fuckin' shock, bro. I just couldn't believe how nasty she was, and that you were so drunk you actually did it and never thought twice! It got my dick hard as steel, so I turned her over and fucked her ass. I know you said she never does anal, but she was gonna take this cock where I wanted to put it, and she fuckin' did." I fuckin' wanted to cry out of frustration at this point. I'd been tryin' to get her to let me fuck her ass for so long now, and she wouldn't even consider it. Then Collin just takes her ass and she fuckin' lets him. "Man. I was sure it would be a one-time thing, but she wasn't havin' it. When she came over to my place the next day and I was doin' her missionary, she told me the reason that she had you eat her out the night before was to be extra careful not to get pregnant. She was on the pill, but wanted to take every precaution... well, except for condoms or havin' me pull out, cus you know that's bullshit. Kelly said she was gonna keep doin' it. She said after we finished fucking she was gonna head to your place and have you eat her out. Make you drink down all of my cum. Eat her out clean so she wouldn't risk gettin' knocked up. I fuckin' came the instant she said it, Timmy. I fuckin' slapped her face, called her a nasty slut, and shot my massive load deep in that wet pussy. The idea that she'd be feedin' my cum to some other dude was just too much, bro. Even if it was you. Hell, if I'm bein' honest, the fact that it was you may have pushed me over the edge." Collin was as hot as I was at this point. He'd started very slowly stroking his huge uncut cock at some point, and the stream of pre-cum was now flowing constantly as one unbroken strand from the tip of his fat mushroom head down to the front of my now wet boxer-briefs. I looked down at my underwear and my aching prick and finally moved my hand under my waistband to feel my hard dick. "No, bruh. What do we always say? Two dudes jackin' off in the same room together must be faggots. You see me slow-strokin' this man-sized cock in front of you, right? So what does that mean?" "I... it means, I shouldn't touch my own cock. We're not faggots." "Right, buddy. Exactly right. I'm no faggot so we're not gonna sit here and have some kind of circle jerk. What I am is the man who's been fuckin' your girlfriend for the last few months. The man whose cum you've been drinkin', too. That's the part of this I just really couldn't believe. It's one thing when you're drunk, but when she told me she was gonna keep havin' you eat her out and take down my fuckin' sweet nut right outta her wet pussy, I thought you'd know, for sure. You'd know right away what was happening and that would be it. You'd be able to taste the difference, or tell from the fuckin' volume and thickness that this wasn't just some pussy juice you were drinkin'. So after that second time, when she texted me that she was back in her car after walking into your place, layin' you down, and sitting on your face while you just willingly drank down all of my thick fuckin' nut? GOD I was just so fuckin' turned on by that! How could you be so fuckin' dense that you didn't realize somethin' was wrong? And then you just kept on going! I can't even guess how many of my loads you've had slidin' down your throat since this started." He was right. I knew something was off. I asked her so many times about her sex drive, but not once did I question what was happening when she put her pussy in front of me and told me to go down on her. Why didn't I realize what was going on? As I wrestled with this, Collin continued to slow stroke his cock. My underwear were practically see-through at this point they were so soaked in his sticky pre-fuck leaking from his perfect uncut dick. God my cock hurt so much at this point. It's never been so eager to get touched, stroked, sucked, anything to get off! "So here's what I've started wondering, Timmy. Maybe the first few times you drank my cum you did it because it was kinda new and hot that Kelly was being so dominating, right? Maybe that's why you didn't really notice at first. But then, as it kept happening and I know you've told me you were horny and frustrated, but you never stopped. You kept eating her out, kept drinking down my cum. Never complained about it. I think you grew to like it, buddy. I think you grew accustomed to the taste, the creamy texture, huh? Don't you think? Otherwise at some point after the shock value wore off you'd have realized it wasn't her pussy juice, bro. I'm pretty damn sure of it. The other thing I keep thinkin' about is just the taste and scent of my big dick itself, bruh. Sometimes Kelly and I fuck for hours, Timmy. I know by the end of it her pussy has to taste like this fuckin' cock. It just has to. Kelly's fuckin' nasty, cum filled pussy must have tasted a lot like this big, leaky fuckin' cock." Collin moved forward and closed the gap between his heavy ten-incher and my face. I realized I'd been breathing in the scent of his cock and balls for a while now, but it was so much more potent this close to my nose and mouth. I felt his left hand run through my hair and pause. I saw him lightly shake his delicious looking dick in front of me with his other hand. "What I think now, buddy, is it's time for you to get a taste of the real deal, right from the source. That sounds so nice, doesn't it. Here we go. Put your head back just a bit." I felt his left hand grip my hair and pull my head back slightly. "Now open wide, Timmy. Open wide for your bro. Your bro is so fuckin' good to you. He's been takin' care of your girl, and now he's gonna take care of you. He's gonna let you taste what you've been cravin' deep down inside, buddy. Open up." I didn't move, and I only realized he told me to open up after I felt the sting of a slap across my cheek. Collin slapped me again quickly. "Open up, buddy. It's what you want." No sooner had my lips parted then I tasted the familiar flavor of my best friend's junk. His pre-cum started flowing across my tongue as I stretched my mouth around his salty-sweet meat. I finally looked up to see my best friend smiling down at me, above his massive chest and rippled abs, he gave me an approving smile while I sucked his dick for the first time. "Yeah, Timmy. That's it. That's it. Take it in. Just take it in. Feel that tasty cock slide across your tongue. Feel it work it's way towards the back of your throat. Taste all that delicious flavor of a real man's dick. I'm happy to give you what you want, bud. You've wanted a dick like mine for so long, right? Here it is. Accept it. Be grateful for it. Show me how much you love your bro. Show me how much you love my cock." God I did love his cock. It was incredible. It wasn't like pussy. It was solid, slick, heavy, and huge in my mouth. It took over. His massive cock invaded my mouth and took over all of my senses. I tasted the delicious tang of sweat, musk, pre-cum, and manhood. I smelled the aroma of his jock cock and heavy balls. I heard the words he spoke slip into my brain, and the sounds of his cock forcing it's entry into my throat. I felt his massive thighs as I grabbed onto them for support. And I saw this towering, ripped man, my best friend, standing over me feeding me his mighty cock and perverted wisdom. He was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth at a steady pace, not too fast, letting me take all this in. "I'm kinda curious, dude. You remember that Kelly came over earlier and had you eat her out for a while today, right? I mean, I only know because we fucked today. So what I'm wondering is if you can actually taste your girl's pussy on my cock, bro? Can you? Here, let me hold still for a minute. See if that helps. Concentrate for me, buddy. Suck down all that flavor. Any of it taste like Kelly's pussy?" I felt my face flush red and I couldn't hear what he was saying all of a sudden. My body tensed. I started to moan, loud and deep as I could around the cock that was resting in my wide-open mouth. I felt my abs crunch repeatedly, my ass flex and tighten under me. I couldn't understand what was happening, but that didn't stop it. My aching hard four and a half inch dick had finally had all it could take. When Collin asked me if I could taste Kelly's pussy on his cock after reminding me I'd already had one of his loads in my mouth earlier today, my dick churned out all the cum my balls could make, erupting in my soaked boxer-briefs, shooting off five or six rounds of nut. All without me laying a hand on my tortured cock. I moaned and came like a total faggot while sucking my best friend's massive cock. "Holy fuckin' shit, bruh! TELL me you didn't just nut. Tell me you didn't just cream your shorts without even a finger pleasuring that little nub you got. You fuckin' FAGGOT! Holy god damn shit, Timmy! Fuck! Well you enjoy it, bud. Enjoy that feeling while I get off in your mouth. Time for a face-fuck, bro. Daddy needs to unload and feed you this fuckin' hot load you been workin' up in my balls." While I was still in the euphoria of my first-ever hands-free cumshot, Collin put both hands on the back of my head and started fucking my mouth like it was my girlfriend's wet pussy. I coughed and choked and ... just took it, really. I held onto his forearms while he used them to pull my face further down on his ten inch dong. Getting himself closer and closer to his own nut. "Oh fuck, man. Timmy I gotta say I didn't know how this would go tonight. I didn't know what would happen when we got all this out in the open, but somethin' in me just knew. I just knew that if a guy drank that much cocksnot from another bro that it meant one of two things. Either the dude was a faggot to start with, recognizing what he was drinking and willingly keeping it up, or the dude would become a faggot eventually because of all the jizz he drank. I mean you can't drink that much cum from a man's dick and not be changed, bro. Just no way. No. Fuckin. Way." Collin kept thrusting into my mouth while I sat beneath him, my crotch covered in a combination of my own spunk and his sticky pre-cum from earlier. My throat and tongue felt the beating they were getting from my bud's huge piece. After ejaculating in my own undies I felt the desire finish him off. I moved my hands from his arms and used one to lightly tug on his sack and the other on his ass to encourage his thrust into my open mouth. "Oh yeah, buddy. Now you're there. You creamed your shorts and now you're playin' with my balls and feelin' on my ass. You've gone from bro to faggot in no time flat and I'm lovin' it. Fuck. Your throat is so tight on my big bone, man. You're gettin' me close, Timmy. All those times you measured my cock. You really got an up close inspection goin' on now, bud. Yeah, suck that cock, man. Suck it, faggot. Suck the sweet nut right outta you're best friends big dick. Make me feel good, buddy. Make me feel like the man I am. The man you worship. The best friend who fucks your girl. The buddy who's showin' you what a real man needs from his faggot best friend. Eat that dick. Drink down that pre-. Guzzle it. Get ready to taste the thick, creamy cum you've been slurpin' down for months. My cum. Collin's cum. FUCK!" While continuing to drill his dick deep in my throat, he changed up his angle a bit and slapped my face three times. "Yeah, bitch. Such a good bro for me. Such a good fuckin' boy suckin' on your bro's huge cock. You're such a good fuckin' faggot to take it so hard in your mouth like this your first time. It gets me so fuckin' hot, faggot." This time he pulled his long dick out of my mouth before giving me another two quick slaps. Then right back in. "Ok, Timmy. I'm there. Fuck I'm close now. I'm gonna feed you so much fuckin' nut, man. You better thank me for all this thick fuckin' juice you're about to get. Fuck. Keep suckin'. Keep suckin' that cock." I felt his nuts pull up as I tugged on his sack. And the amount of pre-cum streaming into my throat seemed to increase, too. "Fuck, yeah, buddy. You little bitch. You fuckin' FAGGOT makin' me so fuckin' hard. Here it comes. Drink it. Drink down that fuckin' load, faggot. Drink it all down. Taste my fuckin' nut right from the tap, bitch. No pussy. No fuckin' pussy now, just my fat fuckin' cock and my thick fuckin' load. FUCK! Fuckin' eat that dick! Fuckin' drink my cum, FAGGOT!" Collin pulled my head down on his enormous cock as far as it would go and held it in place while he pumped 8 loads of his sweet baby batter into my mouth. He moaned and screamed while he attempted to impregnate my mouth with his white gold. I drank and drank. My mouth overflowed, full beyond capacity with cock and cum. I did my best, and truly did savor the taste of my best friend's spooge. Eventually I felt him ease up his grip and he slowly slid his zipper sausage in and out of my mouth, across my tongue. "Fuckin' hell, bruh. Keep drinkin'. Get every drop I just gave you. Nice and easy. Shit. You are really hard-up for my manjam, huh, bro." I slurped down everything I could before he pulled out. He backed up and plopped himself down on the club chair again, before pointing to my legs and underwear, making sure I saw I had more of his jock juice to finish up. I wiped up the rest with my fingers and swallowed it down. I leaned back, feeling a sense of relief for the first time since this conversation started. "Ok, bro. We gotta figure out what's next for us. I know you're pissed that I've been fuckin' your girl and I get that, but we aren't gonna let a piece of pussy come between us. The way I see it we have two choices to start. Either we tell her that it's out in the open or we don't." "We can't! We can't tell her. I'd fuckin' die if she know that I found out what's been goin' on. She can't know that I found out I've been drinkin' your cum, bro. I'd be mortified." "Ok, so we don't tell her. So then what does that mean? I could stop fuckin' her, sure, but I feel like now that she knows what's out there, if she's not gettin' it from me she's gonna find someone else. She's not gonna be happy goin' back to only gettin' your little boy-dick. I'm sorry, she's just not." "No, you're right about that. And I don't want her cheating on me with someone else." "You want to break up with her then?" "No, Col! Fuck no. I don't want to let go of what I have with her." "So, then... I keep fuckin' her? Is that where this is headin', Timmy? You want me to keep fuckin' her?" "I don't know. Is that crazy?" "No. I don't think it's crazy at all, and I'm happy to keep layin' that pipe. But, that means you're gonna keep gettin' cucked, bro. You're gonna keep cleanin' up her pussy and chowin' down on my fuckin' jizz, bud. I guess now that I say that out loud, that's actually somethin' you want, huh? You want to keep drinkin' my second hand cream from her pussy?" I'd already sprung wood before he even said it. "I see." Collin saw my tent return to my wet boxer-briefs. "I see, buddy." He stood up and walked back in front of me. His cock hadn't gotten less than half-hard since he just busted in my mouth. He's always been that way, too. His cock stays pretty hard for a while after he cums. Makes it that much easier for him to go for round two, he says. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. I felt his hand on my chin, keeping me locked with him. "I know I just spouted off a lot of stuff a few minutes ago when you were suckin' me off. I see that all of it was pretty accurate, huh. You loved what we just did. You loved havin' your face fucked. No you loved havin' your face fucked by me. By your best friend, huh. Tell me." "...Yes..." "Louder." "Yes." "Ok. I get that. You've been tryin' to compare to me and my cock for all the years we've been friends. You know now that's not a thing, right? You don't compare. I'm a man. Tell me." "You're a man." "And what are you, buddy." "I'm... huh?" A slap across my face. "No, no, Timmy. No pretending now. Tell me what you are buddy. I'm a man, and you're a what?" "I'm... I'm..." Two more slaps across my face. "I'm a faggot." "Louder." "I'm a faggot!" "Once more, Timmy. Come on out to your best friend." "I'm a faggot!" "Yeah. You ARE a faggot, huh. You wanna keep suckin' my dick for me?" "Yes." "You wanna keep drinkin' my man juice? Whether it's from Kelly's pussy or from this fat fuckin' cock directly, huh?" "Yes!" "Ok, then. I think we can work this out, bro. Like I said, no piece of pussy is gonna come between us. And no cock is gonna come between us, either. Well, I mean, my cock IS gonna come between us, but you get what I'm sayin'. If you wanna be a faggot for me, it's cool. Here's how I see it. I'm gonna keep fuckin' Kelly. You're gonna keep eatin' her out. I think we can figure somethin' out so she's not as stingy about givin' you some sex every now and then, and has more energy to do other shit with you. Though to be honest, maybe you don't even need the sex from her now? Now that we've figured out you can get your rocks off without so much as the wind blowin' across your nub, why bother her? You can get off just like that, whenever you and me hang. I got miles of cock to be sucked, and that should be enough for you. What do you think?" "Fuckin' sounds awesome, Col. I can't believe I'm actually sayin' that, but it's the fuckin' truth. I... I do want your cock, almost as much as I want your cum. I can't really explain it, but if that makes me a faggot... I ... I guess that's what it is." "Oh it absolutely makes you a faggot. But you're still my best friend. As long as we do this my way, I think we'll be good, bruh. You suck my cock when and how I want. You don't touch that little wiener you got down there while you're anywhere near me. Maybe we'll try some other stuff, too, but I say how this all goes. When we fuck around, I'm in charge. I'm the man, and you're just a faggot. You don't question what I want, and I know you'll enjoy it all, bro." Collin's cock was hard and leaking again in front of my face. "Now. I'm ready for round two." He slapped me three times across the face. "Open wide, faggot." He smacked his hard cock on my tongue, then rubbed it all across my face, covering me in his scent. "Time to suck your best friend's cock. Get suckin', faggot!" Things played out the way that Collin said for a while. I think Kelly and I lasted about another six months before Collin got tired of fucking her. After that it wasn't long until she broke up with me and went looking for another guy. By that point, I didn't really mind. Collin and I continued to fuck around and by the time I split with Kelly, I'd probably drank my body weight in his jizz. Collin moved into my spare room, so now we're roommates in addition to best friends and, well, fuck buddies, I guess. I kind of just see our fucking around as an extension of our friendship. The thing is, though, I don't even really date anymore. I don't see the point. Pussy's fine, but Collin keeps me plugged with over 10 inches of tasty dick, so why bother. Most of the time we fuck, I still manage to spray my cum hands free, too. It's pretty well guaranteed that I'll cum at least twice when he actually fucks my pussy, as he calls it. None of this has changed his dating life. He fucks women constantly, and has even had a couple of relationships for a while. None of that stops him from dominating his best-faggot-friend. The end. Message from the author: I'd love to hear what you thought of this story. 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