Hottest Night of My Life

I don't know if it was the darkness of the living room, or that I had one too many shots of liquor in my system, but I was feeling very bold at that moment.

We had both been drinking that night, and were getting ready to go to sleep. I hadn't taken the couch yet and was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table with my best friend laying back in the recliner beside me. Both of his legs were propped up by the recliner's foot rest and his left leg, going toward the coffee table, was almost touching my right arm.

As I've already said, I was feeling very bold in that moment, and I wound up doing something I had never done before.

I leaned over and kissed his lower leg.

He didn't move at all, so I thought that maybe he had already fallen asleep. And while part of me was worried about waking him and possibly getting my ass kicked, every part of me just had to kiss his leg again.

I leaned over again and planted a longer, more lingering kiss on his lower leg, this time getting lost in the feeling of his leg hairs tickling my nose, my lips and the skin around my mouth.

As silly as it might have seemed to just be kissing someone's lower leg, it was everything I wanted in that moment.

I had known him for what felt like my entire life and I admired him in so many ways. He was always in shape while I was the chubby one. He had girlfriends while I was too shy to try. He was tough and got into fights while I was scared of bullies at my school. He was having sex with girls way before I ever did and with girls that I wouldn't have had a shot in hell with.

Man, he was so god damned cool.

And while he was so much cooler than me, and knew that, he still never made me feel like I wasn't cool too. He always treated me with respect and always laughed at my jokes and made me feel like he liked being my friend as much as I liked being his.

As we became older teenagers into adults, and life kind of separated us, I had discovered my bisexuality. I was too worried to tell him because he was so much tougher and manlier than I was and I didn't want him to stop talking to me.

While kissing his leg, I placed my right hand on his knee and began gently rubbing the spot on his thigh just above it. I also began to use some tongue on his lower leg as my right hand inched up his thigh with each rub I gave.

As my hand reached higher and higher under his gym shorts, my fingers brushed up against something soft and fleshy. I panicked and pulled my hand out from under his shorts.

I guess I panicked because, if I was going to get kicked the head, that would have been the moment. Only, there was no reaction.

I moved my right hand up under his shorts again and, feeling a bit more brave this time, slowly began to feel around and quickly had a full handful of his warm, big, heavy balls. And I worked those balls around with my hand enjoying just how big and heavy they were. They felt so amazing.

I reached up past his hanging, heavy balls and found his semi hard cock. It wasn't fully hard at that point but it was still a handful. I gently gave it some strokes and, as it grew harder in my hand and it's length showed up, I noticed my hand had a lot of room to move up and down.

Back when I was discovering my bisexuality, I always imagined what his cock’s size might have been and, that night, in that dark living room, I finally got my answer: It was big. So very big.

Just as I was getting lost in that moment of holding and softly stroking the biggest cock I had ever held, he quickly moved his hand down to his crotch.

"He's going to smack my hand away. He's going to grab my hand and break it. He's going to beat me within an inch of my life." we're just a few of the millions of thoughts that were racing through my nervous mind in those couple of seconds.

I yanked my hand away as quick as possible.

Struggling to see in that dark living room, I watched him reach down inside the top of his gym shorts and pull his cock and balls out into the open air.

He just gave his cock to me. I sat there for a moment in disbelief that it actually happened.

My hand immediately found its place back on that amazing cock. I started giving it faster strokes and felt it become more rigid in my hand.

It didn’t take long before I admitted to myself that I needed to have that cock in my mouth. I needed to feel it sliding back on my tongue and it's swollen cock head rubbing up against the inside of my lips as it came back out. I needed to lick the head of his cock and taste his precum on the tip of my tongue. I needed to feel it’s impressive length entering my mouth again and again. I needed to smell him as I breathed through my nose after his huge cock took away the ability to breathe through my mouth.

I had my hand wrapped around his cock and had been stroking him for a little while now, but I still wasn't sure if he would let me wrap my mouth around it.

Then, suddenly, like some force had compelled me to do so, I got up onto my knees and, at the same time, he lowered the leg rest of the recliner that he was sitting in.

Did he know how much I needed to have his cock in my mouth?

I slowly walked over to him while on my knees and, just as I arrived around to the front of him, I could finally clearly see his cock.

And it was absolutely perfect.

It was thick, and long, and perfectly veiny, and also was uncircumcised. You could've modeled sex toys after it.

I needed to surrender myself to that cock and give it all of the worship it deserved.

When I looked up at him, I saw a look on his face that I could only describe as, "Is he really about to do this?" While still maintaining eye contact, I grabbed his cock and thought, “Absolutely.” before diving down on it and instantly taking it into my mouth as deep as I could get it.

I sucked on his cock in every way that I could think of; long, slow sucking to faster sucking. I gave it long licks underneath and swirled my tongue around his cock head and foreskin. I used my hand and mouth together and occasionally attempted to deep throat him.

While still sucking on him, I blindly reached up, and grabbed his hands and placed them on my head. He started out gently petting my head and running his fingers through my hair before he grabbed up two hard handfuls of my hair. Between lightly and forcefully pulling my hair, he began controlling my mouth's speed with his strong hands.

The whole moment, from his cock taking up almost all of the space in my mouth, to his strong hands moving my head around, had my own, much smaller dick, as hard as it had ever been.

I could have sucked on that cock forever. But I also knew that if it suddenly had to stop, he probably wanted to know where he could cum.

I reluctantly took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him and said, "You can cum in my mouth if you want to." then sipped on the tip of his cock head for a couple seconds, "It’s ok… I want it."

And that, is when the animal came out in my best friend.

He grabbed my head and started slamming my mouth down on his cock. Then, when I had to raise up to catch my breath, he began thrusting his hips upward and fucked his big cock up and into mouth. Over and over, faster and faster, he invaded my mouth all the way to the back to my throat. He fucked my face like I was only there to suck his cock, and made sure that I would never forget that. And my mouth would forever be his.

Then he held my head in place and grabbed up two strong, tugging handfuls of my hair as his cock became as hard as steel. His cock head grew in size to the point where it started to stretch my jaw and became harder for my mouth to make room for. The tingling in my head where he had my hair pulled into his fists, had spread down my neck and throughout my body as his now huge cock began to throb.

That’s when those big, heavy balls, unloaded the biggest, hottest, and tastiest cumshot that I had ever been given in my life. My eyes rolled back into my head in ecstasy as my mouth was completely filled with all of the cum that he could feed me at that moment.

When the throbbing finally subsided, I gladly swallowed every last drop of his cum down my throat.

I reluctantly took my mouth off of his cock and gave it three small kisses of appreciation before I walked back over on my knees to the couch and laid on my side to go to sleep.

Not a word was said between us as I laid there with the taste of his cum still dancing on my tongue until I fell asleep.

I always think back to him and that night and can honestly say, out of all the sexual experiences I have ever had, male or female, that was, and will always be, the hottest night of my life.