Life sucks ... and so do you

You banish the feelings of betrayal and remind yourself that you are actually fulfilling on of Zack’s biggest desires; what are friends for, after all?

Your hands begin to work on his pants, opening them and pulling them off. Zack is wearing his “Certified Pussy Inspector” boxers, and his cock is making quite the tent out of them.

You look up at his delighted face and say, “I really want to taste you, Zack. Is that ok with you?”

He nods, wordlessly, and you lower yourself to kiss his inner thighs as your hand caresses his tentpole. Zack’s crotch has an arousing, musky scent, and you feel the wetness between your legs increase.

You rub your face over his boxers and lick his cock through the fabric. Zack moans and spreads his legs invitingly for you. You grab the sides of his boxers and pull them down, causing his cock to spring out and bounce a few times as you cast his boxers onto the floor with the rest of the dirty laundry.

“I’m going to give you the best blowjob of your life, Zack. You’re never going to forget this one!” That much was certainly true if he ever found out who it was whose fingers were grasping his shaft. What’s certain is that you will never forget the moment your lips made contact with your roommate’s hard prick.

“Oh, fuck!” gasps Zack as you wrap your lips around his cock. It is hard, warm, and already leaking precum from the tip. You circle it with your tongue, tasting the salty, clear liquid.

Zack places his hand on the back of your head and urges you to go down further. You oblige, taking a quarter inch more of his cock into your mouth with every repetition. Zack’s prick strikes the back of your throat unexpectedly, causing you to gag. You withdraw and catch your breath, stroking his hard, wet schlong as you do.

“That’s so good,” he says. “Don’t stop!”

You have no intention of stopping. What began as a somewhat-innocent attempt to play with Zack has given way to all the pent-up lustful feelings you have developed for your friend. You stick out your tongue and lick up and down his long surface, greedily. With one hand you take his balls and begin to play with them.

Zack moans again and arches his back. You put one hand under his ass and caress his firm butt cheeks. After kissing his balls a few times, you open your mouth and take them in, sucking on them and teasing them with your tongue.

Your hand strokes his shaft, and with your thumb, you circle the tip of his cock, lubricating it with the copious slippery precum that oozes from his hole. Zack squirms under your touch, as if he is being electrocuted, but he certainly has no desire for you to stop.

Letting his balls fall from your mouth, you resume sucking on his shaft. This time, as it hits the back of your throat, you are prepared, and you calmly take a deep breath and relax your throat muscles, easing the engorged shaft down your throat.

“Oh, damn! Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah!” says Zack, repeatedly, thrusting his hips into your face. You hold his hips steady with your hand, in an effort to avoid getting a hole punched in your esophagus.

Pulling back a bit, you resume your sucking, speeding up your movements and feeling his cockhead swell to an almost-unimaginable size. You feel a pleasant, compelling burning and throbbing between your own legs and reach down, remembering as you do that you do not have a cock to stroke. You wonder how Zack’s engorged penis would feel getting stuffed into the slit you now have between your legs.

Zack is moaning and squirming with such intensity that you know your efforts are about to earn you a mouthful of your best friend’s cum if you keep it up.