him close to his body. “It’s all right, man. You’re gonna be getting away. You’re gonna be free.”
Justin felt himself collapse into his friend’s embrace, and hugged him back. After just a few seconds, he felt his cock harden in between them. He panicked, and tried to pull himself away, but Dusty pulled him even tighter against him. He struggled weakly for a few seconds, and then froze in place when he felt Dusty reach down and squeeze his cock.
“What the fuck are you…”
Dusty pushed him back a couple of steps, and dropped to his knees.
Justin looked down at his friend and wondered if he was dreaming, or perhaps hallucinating. He didn’t have a big dick by any stretch of the imagination—a little less than six inches at full mast, and no more than average thickness. He’d seen several more that were much bigger in the locker room at school, but had never given it much thought. He never had any complaints from the chicks he fucked.
But Dusty’s face was only a couple of inches from his throbbing cock, and he was staring at it as if he were afraid it would bite him at any moment. He looked to Justin like he was frightened and about to piss his pants.
Justin was about to ask him again what the fuck he thought he was doing, when his best friend licked his lips and then leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into his mouth. His head spun as the wet heat of Dusty’s mouth enveloped his cock head and sucked the first couple of inches inside. He was confused, and with five beers in his bloodstream, he should not have been able to get hard at all. But it was hard, and throbbing and his friend’s clumsy sucking was making it harder with every passing second.
“Fuck, man,” he moaned as he thrust his cock another inch deeper into Dusty’s mouth.
His friend gagged and spit as he pulled his mouth off Justin’s cock. But then he took a deep breath and grabbed the cock roughly and shoved it back into his mouth. He groaned loudly and choked a couple more times as he stubbornly attacked the dick.
Dusty would never win a cocksucker award, Justin thought. He was rough and noisy and awkward. His teeth scraped the skin of Justin’s rod a couple of times, but not enough to hurt, and so he let him continue. At this point, the whole scene was turning him on more than he’d ever imagined, and he didn’t dare say or do anything that might jolt his friend back to reality and cause him to remove his warm, wet mouth from his hard cock. He’d never thought about another dude sucking his dick, and certainly not his best friend, but the sight of his cock sliding into Dusty’s mouth was turning him on.
“Suck my dick, dude,” he moaned, and thrust his cock all the way inside the wet tunnel.
Dusty wrapped his index finger and thumb around the base of Justin’s cock and squeezed as he sucked his friend’s rod. He bobbed his head up and down the length of it, ignoring the gag reflex that caused him to cough and spit around it and trudging along courageously.
“You like suckin’ my dick, don’t you?” Justin said, as he grabbed the back of Dusty’s head and pulled it deeper onto his cock. When his friend moaned his response, Justin smiled and thrust his cock in and out of the mouth slowly at first, and then a little more rigorously.
In just a couple of minutes, Justin felt his knees begin to shake and knew that he was getting close. He started to warn Dusty, and then changed his mind. Instead he tightened his grip on the back of his friend’s head and after a couple more bobs on his cock, pulled the mouth tight against his pubes. He moaned loudly as his legs quivered and threatened to collapse on him. He felt his cock thicken inside Dusty’s mouth, and a second later bright pins of light exploded behind his eyes as he emptied himself in his buddy’s mouth.
Dusty gagged and coughed, and struggled against Justin’s grip. But Justin held on tight for a few sprays of his load, and only let go of Dusty’s head when he felt the panicked mouth and teeth bite down on his still-throbbing cock.
“Fuck, dude,” Dusty yelled as he fell backward onto his ass, and scooted a couple of steps away from Justin. “Why the fuck did you do that?” He spit out a mouthful of cum, and wiped his mouth frantically.
“What do you mean?” Justin said. “You can’t tell me you didn’t know that was gonna be the end result.”
“Not in my mouth, man. Fuck! That’s gross, dude.”
“Shut up, faggot. You wanted it.”
“No, I didn’t,” Dusty said defensively, and spit into the sink. “You could have cum all over the floor, asshole.”
“Hell, no. I can do that at home by myself,” Justin said as he pulled up his jeans. “It’s not every day your best bud sucks your cock.”
“That’s just not right,” Dusty said weakly. He pulled his cock out of his jeans and waved it in front of Justin. “Your turn.”
“Fuck, no!”
“Come on, man. It’s only fair.”
“Fuck that, dude,” Justin said, and stepped backward. “I didn’t ask you to do that. You wanted it.”
“Please,” Dusty pleaded. “Just suck it. I’m already close. It won’t take long.”
“No way. But I’ll beat you off if you want.”
Dusty looked down at his cock. Justin could see the wheels spinning in his friend’s head. He could tell the way Dusty’s cock was bouncing up and down that he was close. And he could see the frustration in his red face. He knew what the answer would be.
“Okay,” Dusty said, and scooted closer to Justin, and wrapped his arm around his friend’s waist.
Justin wrapped his fist around his buddy’s cock and squeezed it softly. He’d seen Dusty’s naked cock in the shower and locker room at school, but it had always been soft, and so he was surprised at how long and thick it was now. Even more surprised was he at the tingle of electricity that ran through his body as he felt the heat of the hard cock as he slid his hand up and down the length of it. His own cock began to strum to life again, and he was glad for the safety of his jeans.
“Oh, God, man,” Dusty moaned. “That feels fuckin’ incredible.”
Justin tightened his grip on the cock and began to stroke it faster. He was afraid someone would walk in, and now that he’d already cum, he wasn’t as invested in the whole process as he’d been earlier.
“Here I cum, dude,” Dusty said hoarsely. “Get on your knees.”
“No way…”
Dusty grabbed Justin by the shoulders and pushed him roughly to the ground. A second later, he pointed his cock at his buddy’s face and sprayed his load all over him.
“Fuck, du…” Justin started to protest, but stopped midsentence when a large load of Dusty’s spunk landed on his tongue. He pushed himself away from Dusty’s exploding cock, and stumbled to his feet. He wanted to go off on his friend, tell him that what he’d done was fucked up and that he was going to kick his ass. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the thick cock that was still spraying out thick streams of jizz all over the floor and sink.
“Man, that was hot,” Dusty whispered as he shook the last of his load to the floor and stuffed his shrinking cock back into his jeans.
“That was sick, man,” Justin said softly and without looking into his friend’s eyes. “You didn’t have to cum on my face.”
“Shut up, faggot,” Dusty taunted. “You know you wanted it.”
II.
Justin sat on the cool grass in the middle of Spaulding Field, clutching his knees to his chest and trying to catch his breath. The rest of the team had been excused twenty minutes earlier, and were now showering up across the plaza at the sprawling Acosta Athletic Training Complex, which housed the Knapp Football Center. But he’d had a really shitty practice, and was pissed at himself and way too wound up to