I 'm Ned, a high school freshman who struggled to keep my latent gay feelings hidden, until I just couldn't help myself.

I'd been looking at online gay porn since before I was able to cum and was most fascinated by cocksucking. What really struck me was how eager the cocksuckers seemed to be. It was obviously a good deal for the guy getting sucked, but I couldn't imagine what the sucker got out of it. There must be some hidden benefit from sucking and I was dying to find out what it was. At the same time, I knew it wasn't socially acceptable. Even though society was getting more accepting, the kids at school were brutal with anyone a little different. I saw how a couple of openly gay kids got picked on relentlessly, and I sure didn't want any of that.

So I jacked off thinking about sucking, but that was as far as it went, until one day I was with Marc, my best friend. We were in his back yard, which was surrounded by a high hedge, giving lots of privacy. So when Marc had to take a leak, he just whipped out his cock and did it, right in front of me. I was well accustomed to pissing outdoors, and knew it was customary to not look at other guy's cocks. But Marc's was absolutely huge! I couldn't take my eyes off it and I knew I wanted it.

My mind was racing! I wanted his cock but was so damn afraid! But Marc and I had been best friends since we were little, so I thought I could trust him to keep my secret – but what if he freaked out about me being gay and wanted nothing to do with me? I didn't want to lose his friendship, so I worked out a plan to take it slowly, so I could back out gracefully if needed.

"Gee Marc," I said, "I couldn't help but notice how big your cock is – so much bigger than mine – could I take another look?"

"Are you gay or something, Ned?" Marc responded.

"No," I replied, "Just curious – I don't know about other guy's cocks but know yours is huge!"

"It's kinda weird," said Marc, "But I guess it's okay." He sat down and motioned me to come over, as he unzipped and took out his cock. It was darker than the rest of his skin – almost like it was suntanned. He was uncut and had a large mushroom head. I took him in my hands pretending to examine him but bringing him to erection. My plan was to get him fully hard, and then he might talk me into relieving him. Then I would claim he just forced me into it.

That was the plan, but it didn't play out that way. As Marc approached full erection he said, "You better stop – you sure don't want me to cum on you."

Marc stood up and I drew back, realizing this chance was over. "I gotta take care of this," he said, running indoors. After five minutes he returned and said, "Good thing I caught that in time, before we both did something we would regret."

I was the one regretting, but at least I had the chance to handle Marc's wonderful cock!

The next day I was with Marc again and decided to try again. "You know when I was handling your cock yesterday? Mind if I do it again?" I asked.

"I don't know," Marc replied, "It doesn't seem right."

"Come on," I urged him, "What harm could it do?"

"It could turn you gay," he said, "I wouldn't want to do that to you."

"You're a wonderful friend Marc," I said, "Just let me satisfy my curiousity."

Marc conceded, and took out his cock once again, and I knelt before him and fondled him eagerly. He grew and this time Marc didn't stop me. He was at full erection and I could veins bulging in his shaft and a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I couldn't help myself – without even thinking I leaned over and licked the pre-cum from Marc's cock.

"Whoa!" Marc said, "You're out of bounds now!"

"Marc," I said, "We've always been the best of friends – I can see you are aroused and need to cum – let me suck you off."

"What?" exclaimed Marc, "That's definitely gay, and I know you're not gay!"

"I'm not so sure," I confessed, "I really want to suck your cock – why not let me – you might really like it." I continued to squeeze Marc's cock as I stroked him – hoping he would be so horny he'd have to give in."

"Stop right there!" Marc said, "I have to go in and take care of this – we'll talk when I return."

He went in a jacked-off, returning in five minutes. "Now Ned," he began, "We've been friends a long time, and I don't want to turn you into a cocksucker."

"You won't be," I said, "I sort of already am one."

"You've sucked other cocks?" Marc asked in astonishment.

"Well no," I admitted, "But I've sure wanted to – when I saw your beautiful cock I knew I had to start with you."

"I'll tell you what," Marc said, "You may be as horny as I was and just not thinking clearly. Why don't you go home, jack-off, and we'll discuss it tomorrow?"

Putting me off another day was better than a flat-out "no", but it was a far cry from success for me. I went home and jacked-off, thinking about sucking Marc's monster cock.

The next day Marc insisted that we talk without me handling his cock. "Tell me exactly why you want to suck my cock," he began.

"I don't know if I can explain it well – I've wanted to suck cock for a long time," I replied, "And when I saw yours I wanted it so badly."

"Do you think about sucking when you jack-off?" he asked.

"All the time," I affirmed, "Its' my favorite jack-off fantasy – I just want to really do it so bad."

"It sounds to me like you are already gay," Marc said, "but just haven't acted on it yet."

"I suppose you're right," I said, "But I can't help how I feel."

"Since you first asked to see my cock I worried I might be turning you gay, when all along I've been holding back on what you really wanted," Marc said, "You're my best friend, so I'm gonna let you suck me, but we have to keep this just between us – nobody else can ever know."

I readily agreed and Marc took out his cock and I fondled him once again, now more eager than ever. Once he was hard, I leaned to him and took that big mushroom head in my mouth. It was wonderful! Just like it really belonged there. I traced the contours of my best friend's cock with my tongue, now so excited to get to know him in this intimate way.

Marc was groaning as I sucked him, and finally said, "I'm gonna cum!" and he shot his hot load into my mouth. It was strong tasting – unlike anything else, but I was so glad for it. I didn't swallow – wanting to savor the manly taste as long as I could. Marc stopped pumping and began to shrink.

Suddenly Marc said, "You need to go now."

"What?" I said, completely surprised, "What's wrong?"

"I just need to be alone," he said.

I got up and left, thoroughly confused about this new turn of events.

Later that night I got a text from Marc that said: "Thanks so much – I treated you really shitty – I'm sorry and will explain tomorrow."

Now I was more confused, but felt better, knowing that Marc wasn't mad at me.

The next day Marc approached me and said, "What you did for me was incredible, and I loved it, but as soon as I came I had this horrible feeling that it was wrong, and I should never have let you do it. I don't know why – it just happened."

"That's strange," I said, "Maybe I didn't do such a good job – can I try again?"

"You did a really great job!" Marc assured me, "Part of me wants you to do it again, but part of me feels it's all wrong."

"Are we still best friends?" I asked.

"The best!" agreed Marc.

"How about if I stop by after school and we'll discuss it further. Marc agreed, and I thought about sucking him the rest of the school day. I thought about his strong tasting cum. I never could have imagined a taste like that, but now I just wanted more of it!

After school at Marc's we talked and I convinced Marc that we should try again to give it a fair chance, and he finally agreed. Once again, I was thrilled to suck his huge cock. I could fit the head and a few inches of shaft in my mouth, but most of it was still outside my mouth. I took hold of the shaft and stroked as I sucked – kind of a combination blowjob and handjob. Marc came faster that time, and it seemed like time stood still as he unloaded in my mouth. That wonderful taste I could get nowhere else!

"Just keep me in your mouth," Marc said, as he put his hands on my head and pressed me to him. After a few minutes he released me and said, "Okay."

Not knowing how to interpret that, I pulled back, swallowed and asked, "How was it this time?"

"Your sucking was even better and I really came strongly," Marc revealed, "I still had some feelings of regret, but that quickly vanished and I realized what a great friend I have!"

"Thanks for giving me the chance," I said, "I've wanted it so long."

"I think our friendship is now stronger than ever," Marc said, "You can suck me any time you want!"

Marc and I have the most incredible relationship. He insisted that it should be good for me as well. I tried to explain how happy I was sucking him, but he insisted that I cum as well, so whenever possible, I would jack-off while sucking him. Jacking-off with Marc's cock in my mouth was so much better than any of my jack-off fantasies.

When Marc began dating girls he would still come to me for relief. Sometimes I smelled pussy on his cock and I was so honored that he would rather cum in my mouth than in his girlfriend. I hope I'll be sucking Marc for as long as we both live – this is what true friendship is all about!

Special thanks to my online friend Jon Thomas, for inspiring this story

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)