Bob and I had always been close, sharing secrets and jokes that no one else understood. We had always been open about our sexual desires, and I had once confessed to him that watching blowjobs in porn made me incredibly horny, especially when the focus was on the large cocks. I had even gone as far as trying to suck my own cock, just to taste my own cum.
One quiet afternoon, Bob showed up at my door with a couple of porn tapes in hand. "Thought you might like these," he said with a smirk. I invited him in, and we settled on the couch, popping one of the tapes into the VCR.
As we watched, I felt myself getting harder and harder as the scene switched to a close-up of a cock disappearing down a tight throat. Bob noticed and moved closer to me, his own hard cock just inches from my lips. "You want to suck this, don't you, faggot?" he taunted.
I closed my eyes and whispered, "Yes, I do."
Bob didn't hesitate. He wrapped his hands around my head and glided his hard cock between my lips. I opened my mouth wider, letting him fuck my face deeper and deeper. I could feel every inch of him, the veins on his cock pulsing with pleasure.
I moaned around his cock, the sound sending vibrations down his shaft. He began to fuck my mouth faster, his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. I could feel my own cock leaking precum, desperate for attention.
"That's it, you dirty little slut ,faggot," Bob growled. "Take it all."
I reached down and began to stroke myself, my free hand reaching up to play with my nipples. I was in heaven, sandwiched between Bob's thrusts and my own touch.
Suddenly, Bob pulled out of my mouth. "Get on your knees," he demanded. I did as I was told, my lips still glistening with his precum.
He positioned himself behind me, his cock resting against my hole. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. He slid inside me, filling me up completely. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming. He began to fuck me, hard and fast, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.
I reached down and began to stroke myself again, my other hand bracing myself against the couch. "Yes, fuck me, harder," I moaned.
Bob obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent and intense. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to cum," I gasped.
"Cum for me, you dirty little slut," Bob growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.
I came hard, my cum splattering against the couch. Bob followed soon after, filling me up with his own hot load.
We collapsed onto the couch, both of us panting and sweating. "That was fucking amazing," Bob said, his hand reaching out to squeeze my ass.
I grinned, still breathless. "Yeah, it was."
We sat there for a few more minutes, basking in the afterglow of our intense session. "You know, I've always wondered," Bob said, breaking the silence.
"Wondered what?" I asked, turning to look at him.
"If you'd ever let me fuck your ass," he said, a hint of shyness in his voice.
I grinned, my mind already racing with possibilities. "Only one way to find out."
And with that, we started the next tape, ready for another round of pure, unadulterated pleasure.