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“Do you feel bad about doing this?” I asked.

“Naw, dudes need this kind of stuff,” he replied as I stroked and squeezed him.

I leaned over and started sucking on him, he moaned and I could taste his flavor in my mouth. It was interesting knowing what he tasted like, the smell of his cologne, the salty flavor of his skin.

He ran his hand through my hair as I moved up and down on him. It felt powerful having his cock in my mouth, knowing I was giving him pleasure. We had been friends for years and this started not that long ago.

“Fuck, you suck dick so good,” he told me. “All the way down,” he coached me and pushed on my head.

I could feel him hitting the back of my throat. He let go and I moved back up and sucked on the tip before trying to move all the way back down again. I had no clue what the fuck I was doing, I was just trying to do my best to take care of him the way I would want to be taken care of.

I had pulled down my shorts and was stroking my own dick. I was hard as hell because of this. I turned my head and looked up, we we made eye contact and locked in.

“Shit you’re going to make me cum,” he said, eyes looking right at me.

I used my hand with my mouth and sped up, I swallowed him the last time so I knew he knew it was okay to do it again.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned and his dick shot off in my mouth.

I started cumming too as I took a gulp, swallowing my friend as I made him orgasm. He put his hand on the back of my neck as I milked him, drinking his load.

I heard my phone ding, as I finished draining his cock.

“Dude, we gotta go,” he said as I put my dick away and pulled off him.

“Yeah,” I agreed and stood up and we began heading for his car.

“You still down to chill tomorrow?” He asked.

“For sure, as long as I get to suck you off again,” I said half joking.