If sucking cock is the price of friendship, he's willing to pay it.
I never liked it when Ben called me Numbnuts. But he did. I never liked it, because it was his way of putting me in my place. I was something of the skinny awkward misfit in town, he was my only friend. A couple of years older than me. And of course, I know that he only tolerates me as his 'friend' because I suck his cock. That was the understanding between us. We both knew it. We both accept it. My mother didn't trust him, said he was a creep. She said I should be careful, I was too slow, too easily-led, too trusting. Then she goes into her routine about why - now I'm nineteen, why don't I go out and get a proper job instead of just shelf-stacking at the local supermart, and I say how they let me help out on the checkout at slow sales times...
But then Ben comes around. We go someplace together, to the Mall, to the Café where they have the video-gaming arcade, or we walk down by the river. But every time, at some point, he unzips and hefts his big cock out, I smile in a kind-of bashful way, and go down on him, sucking him enthusiastically until he cums in my mouth. If that's the price I must pay for being his friend, that is fine. It wasn't as though I dislike doing it. He has a nice cock. I like the way it feels when it's pulsing up against the roof of my mouth. I like the smug self-satisfied way I feel afterwards, when I get that warm glow of knowing I have his sperms swimming around in my gut.
Then there was this one time when his parents were out of town, and we'd gone back to his house. I was already in a fug of nervous excitement because I knew exactly what he has in mind. In his bedroom we both get naked, I was always a little shy because my cock is much smaller than his, but he was impressively erect, and I squat down and begin sucking him. He laughed and lies back on his bed, so that I crouch down on all-fours above him, bending my head down to suck him as I simultaneously reach down to play with my own little aching hard-on. Then we move around so that I'm lying on my back and he straddles my face, nudging the inflamed heart-shaped head of his saliva-glistening cock back between my parted lips, and begins fucking my mouth in jerky little thrusts so that his balls are swaying and knocking up against my chin.
For a moment he pauses, looks down at me, my mouth filled out into a straining 'o' by the fat girth of his cock, as though he's considering something. I squirm a little beneath him, and suck so hard it makes him grimace with pleasure.
'You know, Numbnuts' he says casually, 'there's lots of dirty old pervs out there who would love to see this.' By now my body was straining, my toes curling as sensations flood through me, radiating from my aroused groin. I was on the brink of ejaculation myself. He leans forward, easing more of his cock deeper into my mouth until the pressure brings tears to my eyes, I was groaning helplessly, my legs scissoring behind him, and I begin cumming in long trembling strands up my stomach. He laughed and resumes fucking my mouth harder and faster, his hands come down to grip the sides of my head, holding me in place.
I can feel the energy-buzz of him pulsing and throbbing up against my lips, then he gives that familiar grunt and taste the first jet of his spunk explode in my mouth, then another. My own thighs are bucking, wet and messy, my eyes slammed shut as the sensations roar through me. I swallow once, twice, making an obscene gurgling sound, as he oozes more spunk into my mouth, less forcefully this time. He relaxes the grip on my head, eases back a little, his cock still in my mouth, as I continue lustily sucking it, more gently now. My eyes open. He's looking down at me as I suck contentedly.
'Fuck' he breathed, 'we could make good money by doing this and filming it on our phones. What do you think?' I feel blurry and lost in that dizzy post-orgasmic afterglow, I just murmur 'mmmm' and suck some more.
I'd imagined that it was just something he'd said. An idea that came to him on the spur of the moment. I'd never though for a moment that he meant it, or intended carrying it through. Until, a few days later, he texts me to come around. I was high on energy and enthusiasm. I enjoy being with Ben, although obviously I anticipated that sex would again be involved. So I was disappointed to find that when I get there, so was Phil, another older friend of Ben. They were talking and laughing together. Ben's parents were out of the house, so we go inside and he gets cokes from the freezer.
