- "Are you certain you want to do that?" he asks as I kneel before him, his hand on my shoulder
- Dead certain," I say after hesitating a moment, looking at his huge, rock-hard cock. And I start kissing his balls.
Leo was my friend for as long as I can remember. We were both 8 or 9 year-old kids when we met and we became immediate best friends at school. We were both nerdy boys, more focused on comics and video games than football and... well, video games as well I guess. Leo was one year older than I, but I always was a clever kid, and we got together like peanut butter and jam. We spent hours hanging out together, just me, him, and his sister, Ava. And today, some 15 years later, I'm giving him my first blowjob.
Leo has always been a bit weird. Not weird-weird, but head-in-clouds weird. I liked it in him. He could talk for hours about some world he was imagining, and I was the kind to follow him in such dreams. At the same time, he would sometimes forget where he was, too plunged in his book or drawing, retreat into himself and forget about others. When he doodled, his attitude changed. The others didn't see it, but I had been his friend for so long it was obvious. He became dead serious, focused. His lips pursed, his gaze piercing as a diamond blade.
His attention, which usually was floating and fluctuant, suddenly fixed on one point of the universe, crystal clear to him. I guess that's seeing him in that state of mind which slowly, discreetly, without me even realising it, made me want him. A shameful thought for a teenager, which I almost didn't dare have at first, hidden behind layer after layer of heterosexuality and shame and self-denial. A thought like a seed, buried deep in my mind's fertile ground, eventually blossoming into a beautiful, kinky, unavoidable, unmistakable need to be more than his friend.
His cock touches my forehead as he leans back and I kiss his balls. He's warm and fuzzy, he smells of sweat and manliness, which makes my head spin. He's not dirty, he just showered, but his musty smell makes me crazy. He's sitting in a comfortable chair, the towel he had put around his hips detached and lying around him, naked. I am kneeling on the thick red carpet before him, my back warmed by the fire in the fireplace, so comfortable. I feel him completely relaxed.
I've wanted that for so long I feel like I'm in a dream. He doesn't say a thing but slides his fingers between my curls and massages my head very softly. I kiss the spot just separating his shaft from his balls, feeling him react to my soft kisses. I do not yet dare getting higher, but I know I will soon. He chuckles.
- "This is a bit strange... I never thought you'd dare...
- You knew? I ask, stopping my kisses for a second, genuinely surprised.
- Ava told me years ago... you were still dating. She told me about the bet...
- The little skank, I groan as I feel my cheeks blush. She's so annoying.
- She is... babe.
- ... she told you about that too...
- She did." He smiles. "Get back to it." His tone is everything I ever hoped for: demanding, strong. I indulge without one more word.
Around that time, when we were late teens, I started dating Ava. They were both incredibly pretty, by my standards, and I still was ashamed of wanting a man to bed me. Sure, I still spent torrid nights thinking about how I wanted him to hold me and do many things to me, but I couldn't admit to myself that this was more than a phase, as many young gay men do. Ava, like him, had beautiful dark hair, large lips, this permanent tan they had both inherited from their parents, deep black eyes and this general aura of strength. If I had grown up later, I would have said they both had the big dick energy, but I didn't know these words then.
I think Ava knew before I did that I was at least bisexual. She didn't mind, and she liked toying with me. As we became late teens, she increasingly flirted with me, but she didn't actually move before the year we were both 18, when in a dark corridor of the house, she just placated me to a wall and started kissing and touching me, without a word, leaving me aroused and in shock, strutting away from me after a solid five minutes of pawing me and very forceful making out. I joined her in her room that night.
She didn't let me do anything except eat her out for a good fortnight, complimenting me on how I was getting better by the night. I never told her it was my actual first time, but I knew she knew. After that we dated casually, and nobody in our entourage seemed surprised. But I kept thinking about Leo, and soon enough, she figured out. That's when the bet happened.
I slowly make my way up Leo's shaft. He's so big, so warm, and hard, that I think I might go insane from excitement before I reached his tip. His cock is amazing, the most arousing gift anyone could have given to me. It is long, and large, it feels heavy, half-lying on my face while I lick it slowly upwards.
I can feel his big balls, which were in my mouth mere seconds ago, touching my chin. Every few seconds, it twitches as he gets more excited. I start grabbing it from the base and stroking slowly. His hand still rests on my curly head as he resists the temptation to pull me onto it and finally break the excruciating and delicious and painful waiting.
