My best friend and I were in the basement, getting high.  The conversation turned to sex, as it always did, only tonight something was different.  My friend had broken up with his girl two weeks ago, and he was really, really horny.  He kept looking at me, and rubbing his crotch.  His shorts were seriously tented out, and I could not help but look.  He kept groping himself, while looking me in the eyes.  His grin was growing and it looked evil.  I knew this grin, It meant that my friend had an idea.  Whenever he got that grin, he would talk me into doing something that I did not want to do.  Over the course of our friendship he had talked me into skipping school, taking my first drink, getting high for the first time, sneaking into a bar with a fake ID.  

That grin, combined with the really large boner pushing out on the front of his shorts, was not a good sign for how I would be spending my weekend.  I knew that he had an idea on how to drain the built up cum in his balls.   Based upon our past, I also knew he would be able to talk me into anything.  He always had that effect on me.  

As he pushed me down to my knees, and grabbed the back of my head, I remembered all of the other times he had talked me into doing things I knew were wrong.  To be fair, every other time he had pushed me further than I was ready to go, I had ended up enjoying whatever it was he had talked me into.