Hi, my name is Jim and I'm 19 and at this very moment, I'm holding a beautiful, six-inch cock in my hands. It belongs to my best friend Bernie. He's a year older than I am. And this is a short story about the transformation of our relationship.
We've been best friends forever and I've always looked up to him. He's taller, older, stronger and way smarter than I am. He's kinda has always ordered me around. Like, "Hey Jim, get me a coke, or put a DVD in the player, fill the bong." And now, "Suck my dick." I don't really mind him bossing me around. In fact I kinda like it. Makes me fell all tingly inside.
His parents are Antiquers', so they are usually gone on weekends. So, Bernie and I have the house pretty much to ourselves. Well, a few months ago we were watching porn and getting high. This girl was giving a guy a blow job and Bernie said, "Man, I bet that feels good." Maybe because I was stoned, maybe because I always am looking for ways to please him, probably both, I blurted out, "Want me to do that to you?"
He laughed and said, "I didn't know you were a faggot and I'm definitely am not, so NO, I don't want you to do that to me."
I was embarrassed and added, "But if we pretend, I'm a girl and keep my hair down over my face, it would be okay, wouldn't it?"
I have long hair and so I put it done over my face and said, "See, I mean we'd only be pretending right and you want to know what it feels like. I won't tell anyone, I promise. You can watch the video and pretend I'm the girl. That would be okay, wouldn't it?"
He looked at me and there was a long pause. Then he looked at the TV screen watching the girl still sucking the guy's cock and, maybe he was high too, or curious or really wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock sucked, he said, "Okay, I guess it would be okay, but you can't tell anyone."
"I won't."
We both took another hit from the bong and he stood up. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his jeans and his underwear. His cock sprang out already hard from watching the video. He slid off his jeans and underwear. He kept his shirt and socks on. I had never seen his cock before. It was thicker than mine and longer. He was circumcised and the head of his cock was swollen. He sat back on the sofa and spread his legs apart. I slid off the sofa and between his legs. I looked up at him and brushed my hair in front of my face. He glanced down at me and then at the TV saying, "Ok, I'm going to watch the movie and pretend you're the girl."
My breathing became heavy as I looked at his engorged cock. I reached up and slid my fingers around it. He gasped and whispered, "Oh God." His dick felt warm, soft and hard all at the same time. I tightened my grip slightly. My heart was pounding in my chest. I moved my head closer and licked the underside of his shaft working my way up to the tip, tasting his salty, pure pre-cum. I inhaled his musky scent. I couldn't believe I was really doing this! I had never really thought about it before, but there I was, holding, and licking my best friend's cock.
I imitated what I saw the girl doing in the video. I licked around his circumcised helmet and then sucked it past my lips, into my mouth, running my tongue up and down his pee-hole.
Bernie moaned outload, "OH GOD JIMMY!"
He hadn't called me Jimmy in such a long time. It made me feel like a girl. His girl.
I wrapped the fingers of both hands around his cock. I wanted it. I needed it. I loved the way it felt in my mouth.
