My buddy crashed on my couch last night, as we had been out late drinking. In the morning I walked into the living room, not realizing that he chose to sleep in the nude. As I made breakfast in the open kitchen, I kept glancing over at his naked body, draped on my couch. I had not seen him undressed previously and was surprised by the size of his meat.  He was sporting semi hard morning wood and his cock was pointing towards the ceiling.

As the smell of bacon frying hit him, my buddy started to stir and wake up. He casually reached down and stretched out his dick, and got up. He seemed totally comfortable being naked in front of me and made no effort to cover up. I poured him a cup of coffee as he stood in front of me causally chatting. It took a great deal of effort to keep from looking at his crotch, especially since he kept reaching down and scratching his balls.

“Dude, you keep looking at my junk, what’s up? You like my cock? Are you a fag? I mean… it’s OK, I got no problem with fags.”

“No, I am not a fag, I am just not used to seeing a naked guy in my apartment, other than me.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“A little, you have a hard on.”

“It’s no big deal, I wake up every morning with a hard on, don’t you?”

“Well yeah, but…….”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Ahhhh…No problem, I guess.”

“You are a man, right? You know how this works. Every morning you wake up with a boner. A cock so hard it hurts. You know from experience that morning wood go away until you bust a nut and take a long piss.”

“So go take a leak.”

“Can’t. A boner like this wont go down enough to aim my dick at the toilet. I would end up pissing all over your bathroom ceiling.”

“It’s just weird standing next to a naked guy with a hard on.”

“Look, if it bothers you so much, you could help me take care of it.”

“What?”

“It won’t go down unless it gets drained.”

“No way.”

“C’mon, just help me out.”

“I’m not gay.”

“OK, but you can still help a buddy out.”

“Not interested.”

“You can’t take your eyes off of it, so you are a little interested.”

“Ummm no.”

He then reaches up and puts his hands on my shoulders. He adds pressure forcing me down on my knees in front of him. His massive cock is now inches from my face. As I look at his junk, close up, it seems to get even harder. His cock becomes bigger and longer, pointing straight out from his pubes.  He has not moved, but his meat is now pressing against my lips.

“Just help me out. No big deal. Spread those lips and let me in.”

As if I have no will of my own, my lips part and his rod slides into my mouth. It feels bigger in my mouth than it looked. Above me I hear him moan in pleasure, as more of his manhood penetrates my face. He moves his hands to the back of my head and starts pulling me closer into his crotch. His cock pushing against the back of my throat. I am

mesmerized

by this man. He is feeding me his cock, and I have stopped resisting.

“Yeah faggot get down on that dick. I knew you were a cocksucker!”

I heard him call me a cocksucker and broke out of my trance. I try to pull off and stop this, but I can’t. My buddy has my head locked in place with his hands. I am unable to remove his hard meat from my mouth.

“Keep sucking faggot. I had always heard guys give better head than girls, but until now I did not believe it. Your mouth feels amazing.”

For some reason, I felt a little pride in the fact that I was giving him his best blowjob ever. What the hell was happening to me? I was sucking my friends cock. This is wrong.

“OK fag, you suck like a pro, but now it is time for me to take charge.”

Holding my head firmly in place he starts pumping his cock in and out of my face. He quickly picks up speed and is soon pounding my throat trying to get deeper.

“This is fucking incredible. I can pound your face as hard as I want and you will take it, won’t you? You’ll take it because it makes me feel good, and as a faggot your job is to make real men feel good.”

I could hear his words. As he fucked my face harder and harder, he was telling me that I was less than him.  That only his pleasure mattered. I was just a hole for him to thrust his big thick sausage into. The words were backed up by his actions. He obviously did not care that my jaw hurt or that my throat felt raw and sore from the friction. He only cared about the pleasure my mouth was bringing him. He was using me.

“Yeah faggot, take that dick!”

He was now skull fucking me as hard as he could.  I did not think I could take much more. My nose smashed into his pubes on every down stroke. Over and over, his cock punched in and out of me. 

Then he stopped. His cock got even bigger and harder. Slowly he thrust forward with his hips, moving inward. I could feel his cock force all of its gigantic length and girth deep into my throat with a relentless thrust, stopping only when he was fully hilted. He reaches the point where, for a couple of seconds, it seems like a telephone pole has been forced into me. I feel his meat start to twitch as he unloads his sticky love juice into my stomach.

OOOOOOHHHHH YYYEEEESSSS!!!!! THAT FEELS GOOD!!!! UGHHHHH!!!!!! HELL YES!!!!!

Finally, it was over. My jaw hurt badly from being forced open for so long. I looked up at my friends face and saw him smiling, looking totally relaxed and happy.

“Nice job cocksucker.”

I wanted to protest. To once again state that I was not a cocksucker, but did not think he would buy it. My credibility was strained by the fact that my mouth was still filled with his hard cock and my stomach was full of his warm, creamy jizz.

“That was fucking amazing, just what I needed to take care of my morning wood. Busted a big ol’ nut in you, fag. It felt great using your hole. Now I think I can piss.”

Before his words fully registered, I felt his hot urine start to flow. He was pissing down my throat! My “friend” was using me as a urinal!

“Yeah… swallow that piss bitch! Your going to be taking care of my morning boner from now on. Sucking the cum and piss out of my cock like a good faggot should.”

I did not want this. I wanted everything to return to the way they were last night. We were buddies, friends, just two guys getting a couple of beers. I knew it would never be that way again. I was no longer his friend, now I was just a hole to be used. A place to dump his loads and empty his bladder. I was now his personal cocksucker.