The Fourth Blowjob

You wake up the next morning, groggily pulling the sheets over your head in an attempt to block the sunlight. Just a few more minutes.... No! Bob wants you there early, so you have to do what he said! Quickly you make yourself a half-assed breakfast and speed over to Bob's.

"Ahhh..." He yawns as he opens the door, one arm stretched out on the frame, blocking your entrance. But also giving you a nice view of his muscles. "What's up?"

"Hey."

"Listen, I've got something I need to do quick, you mind fixing me breakfast while you wait?"

"What about the game!?" He doesn't want to cancel, does he?

"After breakfast, man. Come on, I'll just be 10 minutes."

"Cool, so what can I make for you?"

He gives you a knowing smirk and then instructions, which you dutifully follow. When Bob's finished with whatever he was doing, he comes down to eat while you nervously tap your foot, impatient to get his dick in your mouth.

"Thanks dude, you make a pretty good breakfast!"

"No problem. What was it you had to do?"

"Don't worry about it. You ready to start?"

"Good."

"Wait, I'll just go make myself some coffee first. You want any?" You shake your head. Is he making you wait on purpose? Is this his way of teasing you? If it is, it's certainly working - your boner is awkwardly bulging along your left leg, and you're positive Bob can see it.

Five minutes later, when he's done with his mug you ask again if he's ready for his blowjob.

"Did you check the weather today? Maybe we can go to the park, kick a ball around."

"No," you whimper, unable to take it, "can't we just do it after?"

"After what?"

"After I suck on your cock!" God, he's humiliating me so much!

"Oh, you want to suck my cock again, do you?"

"Yes! I, uh... I mean I have to, right? I just wanna get it over with." I sound so pathetic. A five year old could tell I'm lying!

"Well, alright. If you really want to."

Finally! You get down on your knees as Bob picks up the remote and tunes in to the weather station. Eagerly pulling his pants down, you're greeted with his flaccid dick, cutely resting on top of his massive balls. Whereas a few days ago you were disgusted at the thought of being **** to get him hard, you now only see a challenge.

Not wanting to be too aggressive, you meekly take it in your hand, using his foreskin to gently massage up and down. With your other hand, you cup his balls and lightly juggle them between your fingers, hoping his brain sends the signal to his dick that it's time to get to work.

Soon your buddy is sporting a semi, and you lean forward, lapping at his head and tasting his precum. The salty ooze turns you on so much! All thoughts of gentleness gone, you take his whole cock in your mouth in a single try, getting your throat ready for what you know lays ahead.

"Looks like the rain will be over after 11. I'm gonna call Mike and Tony, see if they want to come hang out with us." What? Does he find the news more important than your blowjob? Or is this his way of challenging you to try harder?

You open wider, pushing him into your throat. No gag reflex by now, you comfortably take him down to the base and back, your throat knowing where to contract to give him the pleasure you want.

Dropping the facade, he steadies your head with his idle hand, forcing you to keep him in his throat for longer. You try gasping for air, getting a satisfied groan out of your friend. He rubs his hand over your hair, as you feel yourself pushing back against it. Not because you want less cock in your mouth, but because you're enjoying the massage so much! No one's ever touched you like that, and it feels really good, especially when he reaches that spot behind your ears.

He starts pumping his hips steadily in an attempt to bury himself further down your gullet. Another burst of precum oozes out onto your tongue, and your body lights up with pleasure again, like a junkie getting his fix. Your eyes travel down to his walnut-sized cum factories, examining how they sway back and forth, right before your eyes. You imagine the treat they are holding for you, and become ever more determined to relieve your man.

Your efforts are soon rewarded, Bob giving a heavy grunt and pulling your head back, holding it a steady few inches before his glory. You savor the sight as he tenses up, brought to orgasm by you and your skill alone. He showers you with his seed, fighting to keep his aim steady as he scores a bullseye on your eye.

"You know, from the moment I saw my dick in your mouth, I had a feeling you were going to become a talented cocksucker."

You beam at those words, elated to hear how much your dom appreciates your services. When you're alone in the bathroom, you fix the only unfortunate outcome, licking all of Bob's seed off your face. The taste is so wonderful you have half a mind to go back downstairs and try again, but you know that would never do. You debate whether you should clean up or not, then remember that you're both going outside later.

At evening, when you're getting back into your car, you inform him of what the next game will be.