How
did this happen? I am on my knees looking up at my best friend as he feeds me
his hard cock!

 It
started like every Saturday, with my stopping by Phil’s house to pick him up
for our weekly basketball game at the park.
This was our routine. When I arrived, it was obvious that Phil had
overslept. He answered the door in just his boxer shorts, rubbing the sleep out
of his eyes. He invited me in, while he got ready.  As I squeezed by him to enter his house, the
back of my wrist rubbed against the front of his boxer shorts.  Looking down I realized that he had a raging
hard on tenting out the front of his underwear. His morning wood was huge. I
quickly jumped back, like I had been burned. He just laughed at me.  “What’s the matter dude, never seen a hard on
before? Just relax… it’s totally natural.
I wake up with a boner every morning, this is nothing new.  I am sure you do to.  Every guy wakes up like this.  Usually, I am up early enough to take care of
it with a piss and a stroke, but I overslept this morning.”  I was not sure how to react.  Phil had never been shy.  He was always telling me, in great detail,
about the chicks he had fucked.  But this
was different, I was standing only a foot away from him as he discussed jerking
off, while his cock was pointing straight at me, with only a thin, well worn,
piece of fabric containing him.  He
started describing his morning ritual of firing up his laptop and busting a nut
while watching some porn. He seemed to have no shame and was not the slightest
bit embarrassed by his hard-on or by telling me how he stroked himself every
morning. As he spoke, he casually reached down and scratched his nuts, which
caused his rock hard boner to slip thru the fly of his shorts.  Now I was looking at his exposed meat! I
realized I was staring, when Phil cleared his throat to get my attention.  As I tore my eyes away from his cock, and
looked up towards his face, I saw he had an evil grin on his face.  I knew he had caught me staring.

“You
know buddy, there is no way I can play basketball with this monster flopping
around in my shorts all hard and unsatisfied.
I won’t be able to focus.  Plus, I
will probably get arrested for indecent exposure, as my big cock pokes out of
the leg hole of my shorts.  I don’t even think
a jock could hold me in place now. Why don’t you help me out?”

I
felt Phil’s hand on my shoulder pushing me downward to my knees.  Once I was at the right level, Phil pushed
his hard-on back thru the fly of his boxers and lowered them to the floor.  Now I was face to cock with my best
friend.  “Go on dude…take it” He thrust
his hips forward slightly until his head was pushing against my lips.  I knew his pre-cum was smearing across them,
as I could feel the wetness.  My lips
parted and suddenly he was inside my mouth.
I looked up at him questioningly.
“Might as well, it’s too late to stop now.” He started to slowly pump in
and out of my face.  Picking up speed and
force. Soon he was holding the sides of my head and skull fucking me hard. He
punched in and out over and over.  Then,
suddenly he thrust in full depth and held his cock there.  It swelled and then started to unload in my
throat.  Shot after shot.  I never even got to taste it, as he pumped it
straight into my belly. He finished up but kept his cock deep in my throat. I
could feel him breathing heavy from the exertion of fucking my face, his grip
on my head forcing his pubes to smash against my nose.

“I
told you my morning ritual was to bust a nut and take a piss to get rid of my
hard on.  You just took care of the first
part, by draining my balls now I need to drain my bladder.  Hold still and swallow every drop, bitch!”

I
did as I was told and swallowed his hot piss.
Once he was done, he pushed me back onto the floor and went up to his
room to get changed.  I knew our friendship
had just changed dramatically and that we had a new Saturday morning routine.