When Steve dropped his shorts and forced me to my knees, my focus was reduced to the massive cock resting against my lips. I could not think of anything else. As I parted my lips and let his meat inside of me, I felt complete for the first time. Running my tongue on the underside of his shaft, I could feel the veins on his cock, the the taste of his precum overwhelmed my senses. He smelled of Irish Spring, ball sweat and testosterone, like a man. I started sucking with all of my might. bobbing my head up and down, pressing my nose into the tattoo over his crotch. I worked on pleasuring him for about twenty minutes, before my jaw started to get tired. I reached up and grabbed the base of his cock with my left hand and pulled back to give my mouth a quick rest, before working Steve to completion.

This brief respite also allowed my focus to relax. I was able take in my surroundings for the first time since becoming the world’s newest cocksucker. It was at this moment I remembered that Steve and I were not alone in the room. Looking over at the couch, I saw the stunned and astonished looks on the faces of my friends. James, Tim and Neil had all just watched Steve take my mouth for the first time. I watched them, watching me, fag out on our buddies dick. I knew that my life had just changed in a big way. These guys had been my friends since kindergarten and now they were seeing me give Steve a blow job. They looked like they were disgusted by what I was doing, I knew I had lost any respect I had with them. I also noticed, however, that all three of them were sporting wood. Their basketball shorts were tented in a big way.

It was at this moment that Steve’s patience ran out. He put his hands on either side of my head and pulled me deep onto his meat. My focus was bought immediately back where it belonged, on the man I was servicing. He had decided he needed to take charge and show his cocksucker, me, how to deep throat him properly. He no longer wanted me to suck him. My role now was simply to be a warm, wet hole for him to pound. The only thing he required of me was to cover my teeth and control my gag reflex while he punched his meat in and out of my throat. He spun me around and put my head against the wall, removing my ability to pull back off his cock. Once he had me where he wanted me, he decided to put on a show for the guys. He started to use my face hard.  He was not just getting a knob job, he was skull fucking me. Treating my no longer virgin mouth like you would a cunt. My jaw was sore, my tee shirt was covered in drool and spit and I felt like a slut, letting a man use me solely for his pleasure. Even though being used by Steve felt somehow right, it was embarrassing to have it happen in full view of my friends. For a few seconds my mind wandered to what my “friends” must think of me at this moment, but that thought quickly went away as Steve started to unload in my mouth. i felt the first shots of cum splash on the back of my throat, the force was impressive.  It kept coming, quickly filling my mouth, forcing me to swallow it keep from drowning in Steve’s seed. He pulled out and pumped his last couple of shots onto my face, marking me as his bitch.

As Steve stepped back, I slowly turned my head and looked at my “friends” on the couch. They were obviously appalled by the sight of my red, tear and spit stained face covered in Steve’s fresh jizz, but they were also aroused by the thought of a easy way to bust a nut. Like most guys, the need to get off was more important than any other considerations.  

Tim took the lead, standing up and dropping his shorts. His rock hard cock was pointed straight at me. As he pushed his dick into me I heard him say “Fucking faggot” under his breath. I knew at that moment that I was no longer his friend, now I was just a hole to be used.