**This story is completely true. Names have been changed (obviously) as well as ages to comply with site rules**
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At the time all of this happened I was 18, beginning my senior year of high school. My name's Jake; I'm 5'9, 150 pounds, and I play baseball for the school, so I'm in pretty good shape. My hair is medium brown, average length, and my eyes are green. My dick is just under 8 inches long, pretty thick, and cut. I keep myself clean shaven; from my face to my cock and ass. I'm straight, but the feeling and look of being mostly hairless is what I prefer.
My best friend's name is Brad. He's the same age as me, and also plays on the baseball team. (He's the first baseman and I'm a starting pitcher.) He's 5'10, a skinny 140, with straight black hair and ice blue eyes.
We've been friends since we were 10 years old, and I moved to the same cul de sac that he lives on. Being the only children in the neighborhood, we were destined to be best friends. Every weekend (and some week nights) he'd be at my house. He was honestly with me more than he was at his own home. Being so close with someone, it's hard to do anything alone. Or, well, you get used to doing things with someone that you're used to doing on your own. For example; after a hard practice I like to take a hot bubble bath to relax my muscles. For the last few years Brad will come in the bathroom with me and shoot the shit while I sit and relax. When it's time for me to get out, he hand me a towel and leaves.
In addition to that, we started watching porn and jacking off together. I'd sit on one of the bed, him the other, and we'd watch a DVD from my dad's extensive collection that I'd lifted earlier in the day. Very few words were spoken between us, except for the sounds of us cumming. After we finished, we'd wipe up (on our own), and continue about our night.
Basically, we're extremely close, you get the gist.
The first day of school had finished up, and I was looking forward to my parents going away on vacation. With them gone, I was planning on getting some booze and playing video games. Nothing special, but I've never been the type to party like my classmates. I'd go a few times each semester, just looking for a girl to pick up.
Walking out to my car, Brad came running up behind me,
"Hey, Jake! Let me catch a ride. Amber's party got cancelled and I don't have a way home."
"Okay, come on. I'm gonna stop by Eddie's on the way back, he got me some vodka for the weekend," I said, slightly annoyed. Brad was a terrible planner. I'd known since 9:00 this morning that Amber's party was cancelled, but since he hadn't texted me I figured he found a ride home.
"Thanks man," He heaved, out of breath. For all the conditioning we do, the kid can't sprint 100 yards.
Sitting in traffic, waiting for everyone to leave, Brad started rifling through his papers,
"Man, who the fuck decides to start school on a Friday? This is bullshit. And homework! The first fucking day!"
I laughed loudly, "Maybe they do that so idiots like you don't get overwhelmed and drop out!"
He shot me a sideways glance as we finally got out of the parking lot.
A half hour later I had gotten the vodka from Eddie and pulled into our neighborhood. Stopping at Brad's house I asked,
"Since the party got cancelled do you want to come over later and help me drink this? My parents are in Chicago for the weekend, so I'm just gonna get drunk and play Grand Theft Auto."
"Fuck yeah I do! Just let me read this Shakespeare bullshit and shower then I'll be over."
"Okay, just shoot me a text. I'm probably gonna jump in the shower and start drinking as soon as I'm dressed."
He laughed and got out of the car, running to his house.
I went home and heated up some left over lasagna before jumping in the shower.
About an hour later I was starting to feel a slight buzz. I'm not sure how much I drank, because at that age we just sipped out of the bottle and chased it with some Coke. I guess we weren't mature enough to pour a drink.
My phone buzzed, but I was in the middle of a mission so I didn't answer it right away.
It buzzed again.
And again.
Rolling my eyes I paused the game and picked the phone up. All three texts were from Brad.
Brad: Hey
Brad: Hey
Brad: Hey, guess what
Sighing loudly I responded.
Me: Mother fucker, what? I'm trying to kill people here lol
Brad: Check this out!!
My phone buzzed immediately with two picture messages.
The first was apparently his crotch. He had obviously shaved, and was covering his dick with his hand.
The second picture was of him laying down with his legs in the air. He shaved his asshole and was obviously proud of himself for doing so.
Me: Dude what the fuck lol I don't wanna see that! If I didn't know it were you, based on that second picture I'd think you were a girl lmao
Brad: Yeah right! If anyone looks like a girl its you haha. Your ass looks just like a bitch's
He was right, ever since I was young I always had wide-ish hips and a fairly sizable bubble butt. I'd gotten used to the playful teasing about it and now embraced it. When guys would say something in the locker room I'd laugh and bend over a bit, shaking my hips from side to side. All in good fun, nothing serious or anything.
Me: Lol yeah yeah shut up. You coming over?
Brad: Yeah, let me get dressed, be there in five
Brad came over and our conversation had left my mind. We took turns playing GTA and sipping from the bottle.
A few hours later, half the bottle was done and we were both getting tired of playing the game. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and I realized that I was pretty damn drunk. I think Brad realized the same thing, because he giggled and used the wall to get his balance.
"Hey, you should go and get some of your dad's porn. Since they're not here we can watch it with the volume up!"
I couldn't remember the last time I'd been able to actually hear a porno, so I deemed his idea to be a great one.
"Hell yeah. Just let me piss real fast and I'll find something."
After I went to the bathroom I started rummaging through my dad's collection. I pulled out one that I hadn't seen in a long time, a two hour long Heather Brooke tribute. The DVD was blank, with "Ideepthroat" written in black Sharpie across it.
Running down to my room, Brad had already taken his place on my bed. He had taken everything off except for his boxers, and was rubbing himself through them.
I put the DVD in and took my spot on the bed next to him, stripping down to my boxers before doing so.
When the title screen came up, Brad was in heaven,
"Oh fuck yeah dude. NOBODY can suck a dick like that bitch."
Laughing, I pushed play and started to rub myself.
For those of you who don't know who Heather Brooke is, she's affectionately known as the "Queen of Deepthroat". With no gag reflex, she can take her husband's 9" cock down her throat repeatedly.
I don't know if it was the alcohol, or what, but about a minute into the first scene (a typical one, Heather on her knees while she takes the cock down her throat) both Brad and I slid our boxers down at the same time. I glanced at his dick, seeing it hard for the first time. It looked to be about the same length as mine, but not quite as thick. As he slowly ran his hand down his length, I noticed several thick veins popping out the side.
I became almost mesmerized, watching him slide his hand up and down his impressive cock. Before returning my gaze to the TV, I subconsciously licked my lips.
I wasn't gay. Had no attraction to any men, but there was something about Brad's dick that intrigued me. I shook the thought from my head before I resumed stroking my, now aching, cock.
About the third or fourth scene (all of her videos are fairly short, right around or under 5 minutes) Brad spoke for the first time since we started,
"Goddamn, man. I don't know how she does it. No bitch has ever been able to take all of me down her throat, and that guy has almost two inches on me."
He looked at his prick while he said this, almost sizing himself up.
"If you don't have a gag reflex it's not hard dude. You know that I don't have one. If I were gay I could do the same thing she does."
I replied, doing my best to maintain eye contact rather than staring at his throbbing cock.
After a few seconds in thought he said,