The Third Blowjob

He unzips your jeans, and takes out your already hard dick, giving it a few strokes before engulfing it with his mouth. He's doing it so nonchalantly as if it were natural. Well, that's what a week of blowjobs will do to you.

He bobs his head up and down, remembering to deepthroat and bring back the awesome sensations you had already felt a few times this past week. You don't even need to put a hand on his head to guide him, he knows what to do well enough himself. After a few tries, he doesn't even gag anymore, taking you fully into his throat.

"Good boy," You coax. "Your apology is making me feel much better."

He doubles his efforts when you say this, making sure to use his hands to stroke your shaft when his mouth isn't there. He's learning quickly - at this point he's about as good as any guy. In fact, he's gotten so good he doesn't even need to take you out of his mouth at all. A few more days of this, you think, and I'll have a professional cockuscker on my hands.

As happy you would be to just let Bob do his thing, you remember that this is supposed to be a punishment. You grab his head and press yourself all the way inside his throat, so that his nose is touching your base, and then you hold him there for a good long while. He cries out, but you don't ease up on the pressure. He needs to learn his place. And the way he gags around your huge cock is amazing. He's putting pressure in all the right places. You let go when tears start to come down his face, but don't give him time to recover.

"Now you need to apologize to my balls," You push him into your hairy sack, loving every moment as he massages each testicle individually with his tongue.

"Oh yeah, suck those balls. This needs to be a proper apology. You're really fucking good at this, you know, Bob? I would have never thought you would have made such a fine cocksucker."

His face is radiating joy when you pull him off, but he quickly masks it with annoyance. He gets back to work on your pole, trying to act as unenthusiastic as possible, but his lower half tells a different story.

You don't know why, but knowing that he's enjoying this so much sends you over the edge. Shot after shot fires from your heavy balls, marking his face and upper body with your silver fluids. That was incredible, you think, and you take a few moments to relax.

Then you look over at Bob, who is kneeling there in a state of disbelief, not sure what to do. Not only is he embarrassed at the steel rod that's grown between his legs, he's also coming to the realization that he blew his best friend for no reason at all. You can see he's starting to get angry at himself for going through with this, but you can also see the perfect opportunity to make him feel better. The question is, will you take it?