It was time to test the limits of our friendship.

My best friend broke his left wrist three weeks ago. Unfortunately, he was left handed. He was learning to deal with most daily issues using his right hand, but he was not in anyway ambidextrous. So while he was able to work out some things, like eating, getting dressed or taking a piss, he found himself unable to jerk himself off using his right hand. It just didn’t feel right. So, he was incredibly horny.  Before his injury, he stroked his cock several times a day, going cold turkey, was not only frustrating, it hurt.  He had the worst case of blue balls in his life.

He called me and asked if I could come over. He told me he had a situation he needed my help with. We went down to his basement rec room and he explained the problem. 

“You got to help me out, I am going crazy. I need to bust a nut in the worst way”.

“What exactly are you asking?”

“Just give me a hand. No homo, just jerk me off.”

“I don’t know, this seems really weird.”

“I’d do it for you.”

“Well……”

“No one would ever need to know, it will stay between us.”

He stood up and walked over to where I was sitting and stood over me. With his right hand he fumbled with his fly, and after a few moments, managed to unzip and work his cock out. It was already chubbed up and as I stared at my buddies meat, only inches in front of my face, it got even harder. Soon it was pointed right at me, standing straight out from my friends crotch. I was incredibly uncomfortable, staring at his cock, but even so I could not help but be impressed.

“Damn, dude, you are hung. That is a seriously fat cock.”

“Yeah, I do have a big one, and it needs your attention. C’mon, just reach up and wrap your fist around it. Help me out.”

With my horny buddy standing over me, pleading, I gave in and decided to do as he asked and grabbed hold of his dick. It was massive. My fingers could not touch each other while wrapped around his girth. I started to move my fist up and down his meat, stroking my friend’s cock.

“Yeah, that’s it, jerk me off. Make me feel good.”

I moved my hand up and down his shaft faster, gripping his cock harder. I was jerking off another guy! I was giving another guy a hand job! I found myself wanting to do a good job. I wanted to make my friend feel good, like he asked. I stroked his cock for thirty minutes. My arm was getting tired, and my buddy did not seem all that close to blowing a load. As I massaged his meat, I found myself staring at it, after all it was only inches from my face. I could see all the precum he was leaking. It was dripping down the head and lubricating my hand, making the surface of his cock slippery. I realized that my hand was covered in my friend’s hot precum. There was no way to get the goo off my hand without stopping the hand job, so I just tried to ignore it and kept massaging his pole.

“C’mon faster….grip it tighter, Do a good job.”

Even though my arm was sore and tired from jerking him off in the awkward position with him standing over me, I did as he commanded. Another twenty minutes of serving his needs and I noticed that the act of my pulling on his boner was bringing it closer and closer to my face. The precum dripping off the tip of his cock was now dripping onto my chin.

”This is just not working, you are just making me hornier, without getting me to the point where I shoot. The hand job isn’t going to do it, we need to step this up a notch.”

I heard the words he was saying, but did not understand what he meant by “step it up a notch”. I then felt his right hand grab the back of my head and start pulling me closer to his cock. His head was now pressing against my lips, smearing precum across them. The smell of his manhood was filling my nostrils. Then suddenly his cock slipped past my lips and into my mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah! That’s it, take my cock!”

I felt the cast on his arm press against the side of my head, while he continued the pressure of pulling my head tighter to his crotch. Both hands now pulling me deeper while he thrust his groin forward. His dick was making its way down my throat. He was stretching my neck muscles as his massive girth made room for itself inside of me. With his full cock now buried in my throat, I found it impossible to take a breath. His meat was fully filling the passage, not allowing room for air to get in. I could feel myself getting light headed as I gulped and gasped trying to get oxygen to my lungs.

“That feels amazing, like you are milking my meat. Keep doing that!”

I had no choice, my reflexes kept the muscles in my throat going up and down trying to get air, while simultaneously massaging his cock. Then, just as I thought that I was going to pass out, he pulled back and created some space in my stretched out throat to allow for the passage of air.

“Damn, that felt amazing. You are the first bitch to take the whole thing.”

I registered the fact that my best friend just called me a bitch, but could not argue the point with my mouth full of his cock. Then he started to push in and pull out. He started fucking my face! He was not being gentle, the thrusts gained speed and soon he was punching into my mouth full force, ramming his meat into my throat in one long brutal stroke, only to reverse direction and pull fully out again. At this point he was not asking anything of me. He did not need me to suck on his cock, he just needed a warm hole to use. I was used hard.

Over and over he used my mouth to jerk himself off. The brutal skull fuck went on for what seemed like forever, but in reality was probably closer to twenty minutes. 

“Alright bitch, get ready to swallow, cause I am getting close. Three weeks of my built up ball juice is about to flood your mouth. Here it cums…….Ahhhhhhhh………ooohhhhhh….yeahhhhh…….ahhhhhh…..ugghhhhhh…ahhhhh…ughhhhhhh…ughhhh…ahhhhh…….ughhhhhhh………….ughhhhhhh……….ahhhhhh…fuuuuuckkkkkk………..yeahhhhh………ughhhhhhh….ughhhhhhh!”

As his cock discharged into me, I was stunned by how much cum there was.  It felt like a fire hose was just shoved in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, simply as a self defensive mechanism, to prevent drowning. but cum was dripping out the sides of my mouth around his massive piece of meat. Eventually the cum stopped and he pulled out.

“Fucking incredible! That was what I needed. Bitch, I loved the way your mouth felt on my meat. You have a great hole to use and now it is perfectly sized to fit my cock.”

“What the hell are you taking about?” I asked with a gravely voice. “I was just going to help you out with a hand job. You forced your way into my mouth. I did not want this to happen. I am not your bitch!”

He just smiled and pulled his phone out. He showed me the photos he took. Lots of close up images of my face with his cock rammed deep in my mouth. “Sorry bitch, unless you want these photos to get out, you are going to be serving my meat several times a day, at least until I get this cast removed.”

“Why would you do this to me? We are best friends. This is not how friends treat each other.”

“You are right, but unfortunately for you, I need a cum dump more than I need a friend. Now drop your shorts and bend over the couch, it’s time to see if your ass is a good as your mouth as a place to bust a nut.”