8 comments/ 44405 views/ 18 favorites Sucking Danny By: Ganistaniro I had recently graduated high school when we decided to hang out; I had never thought anything like this would happen to me. Sometimes, things just happen... We were watching TV in my bedroom and enjoying the beer that we smuggled into my parent's house. There were three of us - my best friend, his brother and myself. It was an ordinary night - three guys hanging out and enjoying good times. Anyway, we were feeling good and we decided we would pop in some porn (just for fun). We were watching the movie, laughing about what the people were doing, and talking about our previous conquests. I'm not sure how it happened, but eventually we found ourselves sitting in different directions pretending not to notice that we were all stroking under our pants. What are we doing? Who cares! We knew that we all do it so it didn't matter that we were in the same room. We ended up talking about getting head and the girls who had done it for us. We had never been with the same girls and to be honest we were probably making most of it up. What guy doesn't? During that very awkward conversation, I started to have a feeling in the pit of my stomach and found that my mouth was watering. That's when I made a very bold statement... If you suck me I will suck you. Mike, my best friend, was a little freaked out by the conversation and decided it was time to go home. I wasn't really talking to him anyway. I thought that I had inadvertently crossed that line; I was feeling very vulnerable. Did I just mess up my friendship? Once Mike left, it was just Danny and I. At first he wasn't sure and then, reluctantly, he agreed. I assured him that I hadn't done this before and that I wouldn't speak a word of it. That is when I reached out and touched it. It was hard, but not all the way hard. It was larger than mine and it felt weird in my hand as I began to stroke it. I could tell by the look on his face that he was uncomfortable but I knew I had to have it in my mouth. We didn't look at each other, in the eyes, from that moment on. After rubbing it for awhile, and it became even larger, he touched me on my shoulder which was a sign that it was time. At first I just licked his cock and put my lips around it's head. I began to feel an urge to suck it and I felt like I had to do it. I began to put it deeper in my mouth as I listened to him moan. I loved the way he sounded; I loved the way he moved as I had him in my mouth. I felt like I had control of him but at the same time he had control of me. His cock felt so good in my mouth and I began to play with his balls. I moved my tongue furiously. I hadn't anticipated how good it would make me feel and my own cock was fully-grown. I rubbed it as I sucked him and it became my mission to make him cum. I went after it vigorously as I felt him swell even more; he twisted his legs around me tightly. Time stood still as I alternated between sucking his cock and worshiping it - rubbing it on my face as I lusted for his cum. I had no idea what it would be like to taste his cum, but I didn't care. It had to be mine. I could feel his cock flex and throb in my mouth and I began to taste his pre-cum. I loved the sweet taste and I loved that I was making it happen. I kept on it as he began to moan even louder and I could taste even more. It was as though it was meant to be - meant for me. At last his head jerked back, his body shook, and he put his hand on the back of my head. He shot his load in my mouth as he moaned even louder. I could feel it in my mouth -it was warm- and I felt it as it began to trickle from the corners of my mouth. I kept sucking as I swallowed most of his cum. It was amazing! I loved it - every minute - every drop! When I was finished, and I wiped my mouth on my shirt and he rolled over. He went to sleep without another word. I hadn't had mine, but strangely that was okay. I realized that I had what I wanted even if I didn't know it was what I wanted when this crazy night began. Did that really just happen, I asked myself as I lay there with the taste of him cum in my mouth. I went to sleep. When we saw Mike the next day he didn't ask any questions; neither did we feel the need to tell him about the night we had after he left. Would anything like this ever happen again? Sucking Danny Ch. 02 I had remained friends with both Mike and Danny over the years. I would have considered Mike to be my best friend, but I spent time with both he and his brother often. Eventually Danny got married and started his own life. I saw him much less after he and Tonya had their first child. We grew apart - that happens all too often in life. Although I had met a girl and got married myself, the thoughts of that summer night long ago never left the back of my mind. The first time I tasted a cock was a cherished memory. The musty scent and the bitter sweet taste made my mouth water. I had a craving that would never go away. I had an insatiable appetite for cum. I had met several men since my first time and enjoyed my secret escapades. My wife had no clue what I was doing when I would randomly go out fishing or for drinks with a friend. She trusted me and I exploited that trust. It came in waves with a year or two in between at some points, but it always returned: My desire to suck dick wasn't going away. I couldn't resist the way it made me feel to control a man with my mouth. I was asked to be best man at Mike's wedding and I was honored to accept that role. I didn't see it coming because I expected he would choose his brother. At any rate, I was happy to play that part - it had probably been at least a year since I last saw Danny or the rest of his family. I was excited to see them. They were like family to me growing up. I sat at the head table at the wedding. My wife sat toward the back with some friends she had just made. I found myself drinking beer after beer with the occasional shot of whiskey - it wouldn't be pretty the next morning, but I was having a good time tonight. I looked over to Danny as he was sitting beside me. I thought about bringing up the night I sucked his cock, but I was afraid. We had never discussed it. Never. It was one of those unspeakable events that happened; however, I was finally ready to talk about it. The flashback had made me hard and my mouth began to water. I brought it up because I wanted to do it again. I said, "Do you remember that night...?" He cut me off as he shook his head no, but said yes with his eyes. I smiled. He changed the subject quickly. We probably talked about hockey for a few minutes before I joined my wife for a dance. I felt ashamed when I looked over at him, still sitting at the table with Tonya in my seat. Why did I have to bring it up and ruin something that happened so long ago? I should have just let it remain in the past. The party continued into the night and we all had a good time. We did talk about old times, the fun that we had, and how we hoped to continue that with our own kids. These are the things that you say with old friends; the things that will probably not happen but you wished would. It wasn't long before I encountered Danny in the bathroom. He was using the urinal as I walked up beside him - I was quite drunk at the time and needed to break the seal. I couldn't help but look down at his cock beside me. It was beautiful. It's round head sat atop his wide shaft. His Prince Albert wasn't there the last time I saw his cock; I've never seen one in person. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist. I reached over and touched his cock as he stood there. He looked at me angrily and took a step back. I was expecting a punch in the face - what was wrong with me? I just couldn't help it! We looked at each other awhile longer - it seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds. I wasn't sure what was going on in his head as we stood there. I thought that I blew it. The party was over; we were going to fight and disturb the otherwise peaceful environment. He always had a temper, I was hoping that I didn't just wake it up. He lifted his hand and motioned for me to enter the stall toward the back and I did so quickly. With his cock still out, I knelt on the floor in front of him and took it in my mouth. I could taste the last drops of his piss as I began to suck. I didn't care - I had to have it. It grew in my mouth as I caressed it with my tongue and kissed it with my lips. With both of his hands on the back of my head, he pounded his cock deep into my throat. I groaned as he face-fucked me. I didn't care. I wanted him to cum in my mouth so bad that I didn't care how it happened. I could hear the music playing in the background along with cheers from the crowd. I was losing my breath. I was getting light-headed. He saved me from passing out by pulling it away from me and slapping me across the face with it. Within seconds, he was deep in my throat again. My eyes were watering as he called me a slut and told me to never bring this up again. I didn't care - I took this punishment willingly. It was obvious that a few different men had used the urinals while I sucked on his big juicy cock - that made it even hotter for me. It was exciting. The thought that someone may discover me on my knees with his cock in my mouth turned me on. My cock was hard in my pants. The last time I had him in my mouth there was no anger - this time, there was; he was furious. Within minutes, I had his cum in my mouth and running down my throat. He was looking down at me as he shot his load. He pulled my head back by my hair. I opened my mouth to show him his cum before I swallowed every last drop. The taste was just as I had remembered. He had the best tasting, best smelling, and thickest cum I had ever had the pleasure of swallowing. I loved it! He turned around leaving me kneeling in the stall without saying another word and returned to the reception. I followed a minute later and sat back down at the table beside him. I looked over at him and he made small talk. His cum was still on my breath. There was no flirting, no awkwardness, and no mention of what had happened just moments before. Seemingly, history had repeated itself. The party ended and we went on our separate ways. I with my wife, and he with his own, we drove away and didn't look back. Although he didn't seem to want to admit it, I knew he enjoyed what had happened. As I leaned over and kissed my wife, I wondered if she could smell, or even taste, his cum in my mouth. Part of me wanted her to know what had happened; the thought of being caught was exciting. I sat beside her thinking, knowing, that I needed more cum. I had to have it.