(I'm going to go back in time for this chapter and explain how Ricky came to be such a bottom cock slut)
In my senior year of high school, we moved to a central Florida college town. This allowed my parents to use the university, from which they had graduated,, research facilities with their engineering consulting business. Our house was on a street with other similar ones -- all two-story with small lawns. This house worked well for us as their master bedroom suite was on the first floor, and the only thing upstairs was two bedrooms and a bathroom connecting the two. As an only child, I had the entire second floor pretty much to myself.
My bedroom had large windows on the side and the back with the hallway and door toward the front of the house. The neighbor on my side of the house was away on business, so I saw no need to close my curtains. I enjoy being naked and spent a lot of my time in my room without clothes.
My first day at my new school was pretty interesting. I knew for a long time I was gay, my interest is only in men, and the older the better. As I am fairly small, I was set up for some bullying from my new classmates, and it didn't take long.
A group of three of them was giving me a hard time when a strong, loud voice yelled at them to knock it off. They immediately did and turned to walk away. I looked to see who my savior was and there was this tall, well-built blonde guy, smiling at me.
Of course, when checking him out my eyes spent a minute staring at the bulge in the front of his jeans.
Extending his hand, he said, "My name is Ron. Those guys won't bother you again, I'll see to it."
His hand was strong, his grip firm as I shook it, looking into his eyes with a smile.
"I'm Ricky, my first day here," I said.
Walking down the hall together, he explained that he could keep all of the bullies away from me if I would be his "special friend" as he put it. "Of course, if you don't want to be my special friend, I can't protect you from them and they can make life a real bitch."
Blushing, I had a pretty good idea what he meant by "special friend" and I stammered, "Yes, I can be your friend."
Stopping and looking at me with a grin, he said, "Special friend?".
Nodding my head, I said, "Yes, special friend."
"Good", he said as we reached the doors, "Give me your address and I'll pick you up in the morning to drive you to school."
I wrote my address on a piece of paper along with my phone number and gave it to him. Smiling at me, he said, "Okay, see you in the morning. Now I have to get to practice." and he walked off whistling.
The next morning, as I stepped outside to go to school, Ron pulled up in his car, an older well kept model. I climbed in beside him and he drove toward school.
"You ready to be my special friend", he asked, looking at me.
I smiled at him and nodding said "Yes, I'm ready."
He pulled behind a strip mall near the school and drove past some stores. I noticed another car backed into one parking spot, a guy sitting in the driver's seat, his head back. Ron went down a few spots and backed into a parking spot. Shutting off the motor, he leaned his seat back and reached down, and unzipped his jeans. He pulled out his hard seven-inch cut cock and looked at me.
"It's not going to suck itself," he said to me, reaching over and pulling my head down toward his lap.
I had dreamed of sucking a cock for a long time but never had a chance to actually do it. Now I eagerly opened my mouth, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, and started sucking. I had watched many videos of cock sucking and just went with what I thought I should do. Judging by the moans coming from Ron, I guess I was doing okay.
Up and down his cock I went with my mouth and it didn't take long. Soon he put his hand on my head and held my mouth down on him as he shot warm cum into my mouth which I quickly swallowed.
After five good shots, he moaned and leaned back, spent. I held him in my mouth, not wanting it to end, running my tongue over his spent cock. He pulled my head up off of his lap and pushed his cock into his jeans. "Time to head to the salt mines," he said as he started the car. When we pulled into the parking lot, he looked at me with a smile.
"You're a good cocksucker. I'll text you next time I need a blowjob," he said to me as we got out of the car.
I felt strangely satisfied with what I had done, excited actually.
I knew I enjoyed it and found myself wanting to do it again.
My morning classes flew by and soon I was walking into the cafeteria for some lunch.
I saw Ron sitting at a table with two other guys and when he saw me, waved me over.
"This is Jack, he's our starting middle linebacker," Ron said pointing to the larger guy at the table.
Jack stuck out his hand and shook mine and nodding over to the small guy sitting beside him said, "And this is Billy, my special friend. Glad to meet you, Ricky."
I shook hands with Billy, he smiled at me as I said, "Nice to meet you, Billy,".
The four of us chatted about school and the various teams.
They were surprised when I told them I played soccer.
Soon another guy came running up.
"Come on guys," he said to Ron and Jack, "Coach is pissed about something and wants us in his office right now."
Ron and Jack jumped up and quickly followed the other guy out of the cafeteria.
I smiled at Billy and took a bite of my pizza.
"How do you like being a special friend?" Billy asked me.
I smiled and said, "It's only been one time for me so far and I think I like it."
Billy gave a small laugh.
"I like it too and I've been a special friend for a year now."
We chatted, mostly about video games we liked, swapped phone numbers, and agreed to get together to play some games.
Then it was off to afternoon classes.
I got home and there was a note from my folks, they had to go to a meeting at a nearby town and would not be home until later that night.
I sent Billy a text and asked if he wanted to come over and try a new game I just received.
He agreed and would be there in 15 minutes.
When he got to my place, I got us each a soft drink and we headed up to my room to play the game.
I have a good-sized TV on the wall at the foot of my bed, so we sat back on the bed and played.
It was a pretty easy game, at least for me, and I beat Billy every time.
Finally, we had enough and I was giving him a hard time about being a good loser.
He grabbed me and we started wrestling around on the bed, laughing and tickling each other.
Finally, I had him pinned, holding his arms above his head, me straddling him.
