I 'm Dave, a pretty typical guy whose curiosity got the best of me. For most of my life the only cock I cared about was my own, especially once I began to jack-off. I like girls and dated them regularly. I was usually pretty good at getting to second base, and most girls welcomed me feeling them once they experienced it. Third base was more challenging, since that area is considered more private.

Amy, a girl I especially liked, was open to experimentation. I got her to slip off her panties and put my hand up her skirt and fingered her pussy. She immediately began to get wet and seemed ready for more. When I put a wet fingertip on her clitty her eyes opened wide and she said "Wow!" I moved my finger around her clitty, dipping it back into her pussy occasionally for more lube, and gave Amy her very first climax. That changed everything, and soon I was fingering her almost every day – and she was the one who usually initiated it.

I was pretty sure I'd be going all the way with her soon and looked forward to slipping my hard cock into her. Then it happened – I saw Jon's cock!

Jon and I had been friends since we were kids but I'd never seen his cock. When we were outside and had to take a leak we always faced away – you just don't go looking at another guy's cock. It wasn't until gym class, and the required showers that I saw Jon – or maybe it was more like him showing me. My cock was pretty typical – about the same size as most of the guys, but Jon was huge – at least twice the size of anyone else, and he loved parading around the shower and locker room for all so see.

When I saw his cock I wanted to touch it – I have no idea why I wanted such a thing, but I did. Of course, you don't just go around grabbing other guy's cocks, but one day in the shower the rest of the guys had finished, leaving Jon and I alone in the shower. Jon approached me and I reached out and took his cock in my hand. I gave it a squeeze and he smiled.

I heard someone coming and quickly let go. It was the coach telling us to hurry up so we wouldn't be late for our next class.

That's how it started. We got to class on time just fine, but my mind wasn't on the work. I just kept thinking about Jon's cock. I'd never touched another guy's cock, and I liked the way it felt, and how it began to harden in my hand. I just had to know how big that monster cock got when it was fully aroused.

Jon and I spent a lot of time together, so the next time we were alone, I asked, "Jon, how about letting me see your cock?"

"That's a pretty personal request," said Jon, "Are you a faggot?"

"Of course not," I insisted, "I'm just curious."

"You liked holding my cock in the shower and want more – right?" he teased me.

"Well, I just wanted to check it out," I explained, hoping to convince him.

"Nothing wrong with that," Jon said, stepping closer to me, "Give me your hand."

I reached toward Jon and he took my hand and put it on the bulge in his pants. "Just rub it," he said.

I massaged Jon's bulge and it grew, but I wanted it out of his pants! Jon stopped me and said he had to rearrange because he was getting cramped. I unbuckled his pants and unzipped. I thought for a moment he would take it out, but instead he reached in and pushed it down the leg of his pants, and then zipped and buckled.

Jon's cock was very clearly outlined on his pant leg, and I squeezed it repeatedly, making it grow even more.

"You really like that," said Jon.

"I could do this a lot better if you took it out of your pants," I said.

"You're asking me to expose myself," said Jon, "Why should I?"

I could think of no good reason except that I wanted it, so I was reduced to begging.

"Please Jon," I pleaded, "Let me hold your cock!"

"You really want it, don't you?" Jon asked.

"Yes!" I affirmed, "I want it." I hope that wouldn't turn Jon away. But Jon smiled and said, "Okay, but you'll have to take it out."

I dropped to my knees before Jon and unzipped him. I slipped a hand into his pants and felt his monster cock, already hard, but I couldn't get it out of his pants. If he were soft, his cock would bend and I'd be able to slip in out, but hard as it was, I couldn't get it out.

Jon was chuckling at my dilemma and finally unbuckled his pants and lowered them. Now his cock was free, and I eagerly took it into both hands. I examined it as I squeezed it.

"Take a closer look if you like," Jon encouraged.

I moved closer, and Jon's cock was just inches from my face, and I loved the view I got of the head.

"You can lick it if you want," Jon further encouraged. I hadn't thought of that, and it seemed a strange thing to do, but as I continued to fondle him it seemed like something worth trying, so I began to lick it like a lollypop. Jon began to moan, which seemed to urge me on. Then I opened my mouth and took the entire head in, licking it more completely, and let it slip out.

"Oh that's great!" said Jon, "Do that some more!"

I took him into my mouth once again and began to have the very strange feeling that somehow cocks and mouths belonged together – at least for Jon and I. It didn't occur to me that I was doing anything at all gay – it just seemed like a competely natural thing to do.

"Suck me deeper," urged Jon, and I took all I could into my mouth – it was only the head and a couple inches of shaft, but it filled my mouth completely, yet most of Jon's cock was still outside my mouth. Jon took hold of his cock and began to stroke as I sucked, and soon his seed blasted into my mouth. I never planned on this, and wasn't quite sure what to do. It was very strong tasting – unlike anything else, but I kind of liked it.

I knew that most of the girls who would suck guys never let them cum in their mouths – I couldn't understand their objection. I swallowed, proud that I didn't have the hang-ups so many girls did.

Then Jon surprised me by saying, "Dave, you better go home."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing – I'd just made Jon cum, and now he was throwing me out!

"Please Dave," Jon said, "I just need to be alone."

I went home not knowing what to think. I really loved Jon's cock, but he seemed upset with me. I feared that I'd somehow ruined our longstanding friendship.

The next day at school I approached Jon, intending to apologize for getting so personal with him – I figured that must be what upset him – I'd somehow violated his privacy.

"Hi Jon," I said when I saw him, "About yesterday."

"Dave, I'm so sorry the way I acted," Jon said, "What you did for me was wonderful, and I didn't even thank you!"

"Then why did you say what you did?" I asked.

"It felt wonderful when I came, and I was so glad for your help, but almost immediately I felt like a wave of guilt and shame washed over me."

"What was there for you to be ashamed of?" I asked.

"I know it doesn't make any sense," Jon continued, "But I felt like I'd done something wrong – like I was a faggot."

"But I was doing the sucking," I insisted. Then it dawned on me that when I sucked Jon, I was indeed acting like a faggot – but I knew I was straight!"

"Let's just put it behind us," Jon said, "Like it never happened."

I reluctantly agreed, realizing that one youthful indiscretion didn't make me a faggot.

Nothing more was said for a couple of weeks, then one day Jon said, "Dave, I keep thinking about you sucking me."

In truth, I'd thought about it myself, but tried to put it out of my mind as a foolish mistake, but now that Jon mentioned it, my interest grew.

"You mean it just pops into your head?" I asked.

"Not exactly," confessed Jon, "It's more like when I'm jacking-off – I remember how wonderful it was, and wish you would do it again."

"Does it trouble you when you think about that?" I asked.

"Not at all," Jon replied, "Nothing like that first time – Dave, would you be willing to do it again? Just one more time?"

By now I really wanted to, but didn't want to seem too eager, so I said, "I'll try – but just this once!"

This time Jon was the eager one, taking out his cock and offering it to me. I was instantly drawn to it and was quickly on my knees. I stroked Jon to erection and took him into my mouth. I sucked and this time I stroked him, once again marveling at how right his cock felt in my mouth. I wished I could suck Jon all the time, but I'd have to pretend it was just this once, and hope he changed his mind.

Soon Jon flooded my mouth with his hot load, and I gratefully swallowed.

"That was really great Dave!" Jon said, "You're a really special friend – but please – don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

I quickly agreed. I should be the one worrying about anyone finding out, but I was glad Jon wanted it kept secret as well.

The next day Jon thanked me again for my fine work, and said if I ever wanted to do it again, I just had to ask.

It sounded like he wanted me to but didn't want to ask for it. "You want me to do it some more, don't you?" I asked.

Jon nodded and I said, "What are friends for?" and we found a private place for me to suck him off.

After that we had an unspoken understanding that any time Jon offered me his cock that I'd suck him off. It was usually every day but sometimes it was several times a day – especially on weekends.

I continued to date Amy and fingered her to climax nearly every time. One day she stopped by my house and caught me blowing Jon in the garage. I tried to explain but she refused to listen – after all, just how can you explain such a thing? I thought we were through, but later she asked if I still wanted to date her and I quickly agreed.

On our next date she pulled back when I tried to kiss her. "I'm sorry," she said, "But knowing that Jon came in your mouth, I just can't bring myself to kiss you." That was really going to ruin the relationship.

I explained that it was days ago, and offered to use mouthwash if that would help. To my surprise, she said, "Since you are so fond of oral sex, you can go down on me – I've wondered what that was like."

Amy slipped off her panties and raised her dress. I brought my mouth to her pussy, immediately experiencing the musty scent. I tried to ignore it and brought my lips to her, beginning to lick, soon finding her clitty and focusing there. It wasn't bad, but I liked sucking Jon better. I brought Amy to climax and pulled back. "You better wash your face," she said.

Not even a thank you! We were in the car and there was not restroom nearby, so I had to drive to a nearby gas station, with Amy's pussy juice still on my face.

I washed my face, realizing how much better blowjobs were – no mess and a tasty treat afterward!

Amy and I eventually drifted apart. She apparently told her friends about catching me blowing Jon, and word got around to a few others, and soon guys would approach me for blowjobs. I enjoyed the variety, but none were quite as special as Jon's huge cock.

Now, as an adult, Jon and I live in different states, but he comes to visit occassionally and we always have plenty of quality time with his cock in my mouth – where it belongs.

In-between visits I have about a dozen "regulars" that I blow, but I never stop thinking about Jon.

Special thanks to my friend Jon, whose huge cock inspired this story. While the story is fiction, it is based partially on actual events. I leave it to the reader to decide.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)