I could usually beat his ass in tennis, too. After he came he'd let me nurse on his dick while I JO'd, and then we'd go play tennis or whatever, just like two normal, teenage, male friends. Sometimes at school he'd whisper to me, "Guess what I want," and I could hardly wait for school to get out. He'd ask for it or he'd just give me that look that told me he was horny and I'd get on my knees and service him. He'd joke with me that he was the only guy in school who never had to jerk off, because he had his very own, personal, private cocksucker. So we stayed best friends and I sucked him off two-three times a week. I'm still a regular kind of guy except for being totally queer for cock. I just liked sucking his cock when he needed it, being the instrument of his sexual pleasure while I fed my hunger for dick. No one in a million years would have thought I was a fag by how I acted. I wasn't a sissy or anything, but a hundred percent regular guy-guy and popular with others at school. He didn't care that his best friend had turned out to be queer? I just felt so alive when I had Robbie's dick in my mouth, when he was sharing his manhood with me so I could get him off. He asked how I felt about giving him blow jobs while he didn't give me any and I told him that it was OK, I really enjoyed sucking him. I was his cocksucker all through high school and that was just fine with me. Then he asked me if I wanted to suck him off again. I knew what "it" was, of course, and said yeah, I had, and he said he had too.
Then when we were walking home that afternoon, he asked me if I had liked it the day before. We hooked up in school the next day and he acted like nothing had happened.
That was about the worst word you could call someone in our crowd, although most of the guys probably didn't think about what it really meant. But I was also scared he'd not want to be friends with me any more since I'd become a cocksucker. I jerked off about four times that night thinking about what had happened. His mother came home about twenty minutes later and asked me to stay for dinner, but I had to go home. Yeah, I jerked off and wiped myself up and then we put the tape back where he found it so his brother wouldn't know we'd seen it. I went to the bathroom and got a towel and wiped him up. He told me he was about to cum and took it out of my mouth and stroked it a couple of times and then came in quarts. It was like his dick was electric, except in a wholly good way. It was by far the most exciting moment in my young life. What was your first reaction to having a dick in your mouth? I knew I could trust him-we'd been buddies since kindergarten-so I just leaned over and took it in my mouth. I don't know how, but somehow he knew I wanted to suck it. After a minute or so he just said, "go ahead if you want to, I won't tell anyone." I immediately forgot about my own dick and reached over and started stroking his for him. He started showing off his dick to me and he asked if I wanted to play with it. Well, not to boast, but like a surprising number of cocksuckers, I've got pretty big meat myself, a little bigger than Robbie's, maybe half an inch longer and a little fatter. That's still my favorite kind of meat to suck on. I said, "yeah, you got a nice dick." He did too, it's about seven inches, cut, with a slight, smooth upward curve.