Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2019 20:24:52 -0700
From: C <00wcal@gmail.com>
Subject: my buddy Phil part 2 (bisexual / adult friends)

I had invited my new friend, Phil, over for drinks on a Friday when my wife
was out of town and sex talk had quickly turned to a jerk-off session while
watching porn, and then gone further. I sucked him off and he had shot a
big load of warm sticky cum in my mouth. It was, we'd said, an "experiment"
to see if it was true that guys give better head.
Phil smiled down at me and I must have made a quite a sight: his
cum-covered cock right in front of my face, his fresh seed still dripping
from my lips.
 "That was great, but we can't be sure yet," he answered, reaching down and
squeezing the last drops of semen form his just-beginning-to-droop cock,
"The experiment isn't complete until we get your feedback too. Plus, a guy
should never be left, um... hanging, so give me a few minutes and let's see
what you think when I return the favor, my friend."
 I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and took a slug from my beer,
licking my lips and feeling his cum in my throat as I swallowed.
 "Fuck, that was really something," I said, flopping onto the couch next to
him, my legs tangled up with his, "I've never done that before, you know?"
 I reached over and scooped some cum off of his cock and began stroking my
own raging hard-on with the slippery stuff.
 "I can see why women want to do it," I went on, marveling at how good his
slippery jizz felt on my cock, "I mean, what they appreciate about, like,
getting a guy off."
 "I think you can see how much I appreciate it," He said gesturing toward
his semi-hard cock dripping with semen.
 "Glad I could help you out, buddy," I said, continuing to smear cum all
over my cock with one hand and resting the other on his messy,
still-heaving belly. "Now I gotta get off. You don't have to do me if you
aren't feeling it right now. I mean, we could continue the 'experiment'
next time... I'm so turned on right now, I could just finish this by hand.
And it won't take long, believe me!"
 "No fucking way, my friend!" Phil said, gripping my arm to stop me,
"Unless you throw my ass out the door, I am going to return the favor."
 His hand slid down and replaced mine, holding my slippery dick. I let go
and leaned back, ready to receive pleasure from my friend.
 "I'm gonna take good care of this," he said, his voice pitched lower now,
the horned-up, glazed look coming back into his eyes, "Gonna make you cum
just as hard..."
 He was stroking me lightly, With his other hand he dipped up some of the
cum from his belly and licked it off his fingers. He moaned and did it
again. He scooped up the last of his jizz and held his hand in front of my
face. Our eyes met and I opened my mouth. He stuck his fingers between my
lips and I closed them, tasting his goo again. I licked his fingers clean.
 "So let's take these pants and shoes off and do it right." Phil said,
snapping us out of our horny daze with a business-like tone. "There's
something I've wanted to try for so long."
 We both got out of our clothes in no time and stood facing each other, our
boners nearly touching as they throbbed and twitched. We instinctively
gripped the other's cock and slowly stroked. Phil's was rising again and
mine was almost painfully hard.
 "What do you want to try?" I asked, so sexed up now that I would probably
have done anything he suggested.
 "It's just, well, every time I see a certain type of blowjob in a porn
video, the kind where the guy is fucking the girl's mouth, well..." he
paused and looked at me. I could see that he was reluctant to reveal his
desire.
 "Yeah?" I asked, needing to cum bad, but wanting to hear this.
 "When I see that, I think how great that must feel for the dude, but also,
more even, I wonder what it feels like to have your mouth treated like a
pussy," he said, sitting back down on the couch, "I want to suck your cock,
Tom. I want you to get up here and shove it into my mouth. I want you to
give it to me, thrust your hard cock into my mouth as far as you can. Like
it's a wet pussy. Or a tight little asshole. I want you to fuck my mouth
man."
 I got on the couch, kneeling over him with my hard cock pointing straight
at his lips. A string of gooey precum hung from the tip. He slid his hands
under his ass so that he was sitting on them.
 "You're so fucking horny now, Tom," he said, looking up at me, "Your cock
looks big and ready and you need to fuck. You need a wet pussy or a chick's
hot tight ass. But this dude's mouth is what's here, so you'll have to fuck
it instead."
 It was like he'd gotten into my head, seen the dirty thoughts that I kept
there, and was describing them to me. My wife liked to go down on my, but
if I started to thrust, she always held me off. I don't know if it's
because she's afraid I'll go too deep and make her choke, or if it feels
too passive a position for her to be in. And the reason I wanted to do it
like that, to push into her mouth, had to do with the almost involuntary
thrusting we guys do when we our hard cocks encounter a wet opening. And
because holding her head and sliding in and out of her mouth at the pace I
set felt great. But it was also because I liked to imagine myself in her
position, feeling nasty and letting a man take control, use me to get off,
fuck my mouth and grunt and buck and shoot. I guess Phil had imagined
himself there too, and now he sat back, breathing hard and licking his
lips.
 "Fuck yeah, buddy!" I said smiling down at him and moving closer, "I'll
fuck your mouth for you. I need to get off, need it really bad, so I'm just
gonna use your mouth. I'll probably use it pretty hard in fact."
 I put the red head of my cock against his lips and pushed in, his own
spunk greasing the way so that I slipped right in. I went deep on the first
thrust to show him that I meant it when I'd said that his mouth was going
to be well-fucked. I pulled back and my cock popped out with a sloppy
sound, a thread of spit connecting us until I pushed right back in. I began
fucking him like that, kneeling over him and going a little farther in each
time. I could tell he liked it by the way he was moaning and because I felt
his hands move to my ass. He pushed me deeper still so that my cock entered
his throat. I got a deep rhythm going, thrusting all the way in so that his
nose was buried in my pubes and my balls bumped his chin, then pulling all
the way out so his empty mouth gaped. I didn't leave him empty for more
than a second before sliding back in, all slippery and slicked with spit. A
strand of it dripped from my balls which made a soft slapping sound as they
contacted his wet chin. I tried to give him a break and pulled out
completely.
"Buddy, I'm getting really close," I said looking down at his sloppy mouth,
"gonna come so hard!"
 "Shoot it right down my throat," he insisted, catching his breath and
looking up at me, "I want that cum deep in me."
 He brought me right back in, his hands strong on my ass, and I picked
right back up. It wasn't more than a few thrusts before I felt it coming
on. I let the primal instincts take over and went hard, fucking Phil's
mouth and throat without holding back. His eyes told me that he wanted all
I could give him. A growl strayed somewhere in me and suddenly my hips
jerked forward and hot semen gushed through my cock and shot down my
friend's throat. I kept thrusting and shooting, cum oozing from Phil's lips
as he sucked and swallowed. I grunted and held his head as I finished into
him and he moaned with contentment. He held me by the balls, keeping my
cock in his mouth as I went still and squeezing lightly, as if trying to
coax out the last drops of my spunk. Finally, I couldn't hold myself up
anymore and my thick, softening cock slipped noisily from his cum-coated
lips and smeared across his cheek as I flopped down next to him.
 "Wow," I said, " thanks buddy. I have never... I mean... that was
incredible."
 "Same here," he said, "how many days till your wife gets back? We gotta do
that again!"
The end.
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