My buddy came out of the shower, dropped his towel, and sat opposite me in the living room. He stared at me as he spread his legs.  He never said a word as his dick started to firm up.  As he got hard his thick, meaty cock lifted off his leg until it was pointed straight at me. We sat like that for what seemed like forever, but was really only a minute or two.  Him staring at me, naked, my eyes locked on his cock.

Eventually, I fell to my knees and crawled towards him.  I pushed the footstool out of the way and knelt directly in front of him, between his powerful legs. I raised my head slightly, looked up at him, taking my eyes off his cock for the first time since he dropped his towel. He had a smirk on his face, and his dark eyes revealed nothing but lust and domination.  No sign of our eight year friendship showed in them.

“I suspected you were a faggot for a while now. I have seen you checking out the guys in the locker room, thinking no one would notice. Well, now it is time to embrace your true nature.”  He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my towards his cock.  The firm mushroom head pressed against my lips, smearing precum across them. With just a little more pressure, his cock entered my mouth, instantly filling it.  “That’s it faggot, take my meat! You are going to be my personal cocksucking bitch. Swallowing my loads, and the loads of my friends, whenever I want.”