Cock-sucker: Price of a New Friend

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.

He calls us through into the bedroom. 'You know what we agreed, last time?' he says to me. I was confused. 'About filming us on the phone?'

I was scared and embarrassed now. I glance across at Phil, he was leering. As Ben explains it patiently, 'Well -- what did you think? Numbnuts. Someone has to hold the phone while we do it, don't they?' I feel like crying out. Running away. No, I can't do this, it was too gross. With Ben it was secret, private, something that only we know about. But he must have told Phil. Phil must know what we do. And he's here to watch us.

Ben was already getting undressed. He pulls his jeans down and off and I catch a teasing glimpse of his cock dangling between his legs, invitingly. Some of my resistance melts. Ben was my only friend. If I don't do this he'll dump me, and I'll have no-one. He's not much of a friend, but he's the only one I've got. I'd be more alone than I'd ever been. I couldn't bear that. Phil has his phone out. I glance from Ben to Phil, and back again. What else could I do? I grit my teeth and pull my T-shirt up and over my head. Ben was naked now, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling at his cock in a leisurely fashion. Determinedly I push my trousers down and off, attempting to conceal my arousal, but Phil has noticed, and laughs in a cruel mocking way.

'OK' says Phil, lining up the phone. And I crouch down in a self-conscious agony between Ben's splayed legs. I've done this before. It was familiar. All that was different was that Phil was here. His big cock-head is so close to my face. I simply part my lips and feed it into my mouth. Ben groans with pleasure, Phil says 'Shee-it' as I begin submissively sucking. I relax a little.

Then Ben wants to move around, and I was shy of Phil watching as I compliantly reposition myself on my back on the bed, my perkily erect cock swaying, so he can face-fuck me as he had last time. Phil was coming in closer, holding the phone to capture every detail of the fat cock sliding deep into my mouth. The ordeal goes on. When I close my eyes and simply concentrate hard just on sucking the rigid cock in my mouth it was fine, but I was conscious of Phil moving around us. Ben was close to orgasm, I could tell by the trembling up against my tongue.

'Don't swallow, Numbnuts' hisses Ben, 'make it so they can see.' I was confused. What was I supposed to do? He draws back, his cock slips out of my mouth but hangs quivering and throbbing above my face. 'Keep your fucking mouth open' he breathes, I can see his cockhead swell and jerk, and a jet of spunk explodes out across my chin, my teeth, and up my nose. Then a second jet that shoots directly into my mouth, and a third that dribbles and oozes down in a long gooey strand with the consistency of maple-syrup, down onto my tongue.

'Suck it clean' he says. Numbly acquiescent I lift my head and suck the slimy cock back into my mouth. Tasting its pungency. Lying back. It was over.

There was a moment's silence. Ben was moving, Phil was passing him the phone. With a shock I suddenly become aware that Phil has undressed too, and is flexing a large uncircumcised cock. He moves in to straddle me as Ben shifts away, trying out the phone.

I was startled. 'Wait.'

'Hey, it's OK' says Ben soothingly, pushing me firmly back down onto the bed 'it's only fair, you must admit. Phil got excited watched the action. It's only natural he expects to get his cock sucked too. Now, make it good while I film it.'

They're both bigger and stronger than me. What can I do? I've never been this close to a foreskin before, it was scary. I open my mouth to protest.... but my mouth is instantly stuffed full with cock. Drowning in the faint fetid aroma of masculinity. I whimper, my own cock jerking and twitching in response... Phil is looking down at me as he slithers another inch of his cock into my mouth, I gag and gurgle, close my eyes... and suck. His body is largely hairless, I watch the way his stomach undulates in and out as he thrusts, just a sandy-blonde pubic fringe tinged into auburn that runs down from his navel. It's obvious that Phil is not as used to being sucked-off as I make sure that Ben is. His thrusts are wild with a hungry desperation, I try to concentrate on taking him tight between the moist clasp of my lips... until he forces he in tight, and holds it there as I get my second mouthful of the day.

Afterwards I lie on my stomach on the duvet, pouting and sulky. My lower lip is sore, there's a sour cum-taste in my mouth. They don't care. They watch the replays on the phone laughing, whooping and high-fiving. The next day I'm still confused and unsure about what happened.

Then I get a text, from Phil. He must have got my number from Ben. He wants to meet me in the video-games arcade. At first I'm sullen and resentful, then I think, why not? He meets me outside, and when we go in together he shoves the coins into the slots, and he buys the coffees. He's so considerate, it's almost like some bizarre first date.

He asks me, 'What we did the other day, it was OK?'

I nod in a grudging kind of way, 'I guess so.'

He seems relieved, and tells me 'Ben has that film, but he doesn't know what to do with it. He doesn't know how to upload it or how to monetise it. He's been cruising Porn sites trying to find one.'

He laughs, and I find myself laughing too. When he suggests that we take a walk beside the river, I know exactly what he has in mind. It seems I've found a second friend. Even if it means I have to suck him off too. But when he smiles at me, I know that's a price I'm perfectly willing to pay. It'll do me good to do him good. Docile and passive, I meekly follow him out of the arcade and down towards the riverside walk...

BY TRISTAN TROTSKY