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“I—uh—I just wanted some time alone with my best man before the wedding tonight,” he replied, taking one hand off the oar and adjusting his tenting package. 

“You want me to suck you off?” I ventured, guessing at his motives. “Is that why we rowed all the way out here?”

“Jesus, yes,” he answered, steering the canoe onto a shallow bank. “You’re the only one who could ever suck me the way I like. And after today, that has to stop.”

“I gotcha, bro,” I replied, kneeling down in the canoe, and unleashing his thick eight-incher. 

“Fuck, you can suck a dick,” he exhaled with a puff of smoke as I took him down my throat. “I’ll never forget the first time you drained my balls all those years ago in my dorm room.”

“You were so nervous,” I laughed, coming up for air briefly before he shoved my head back down on his cock. 

“Damn, that feels so fuckin’ good,” he moaned as I bobbed up and down on him, the cigar still gripped between his teeth.

“You gonna feed me a big load?” I taunted.

“You know it,” he answered, forcing me back down on it again.

His shaft was swelling, his balls contracting. He could never last long down my throat, but I didn’t mind so long as he fed me one of his legendary, massive loads. Sucking off my best bud was a bond that had only strengthened our friendship.

“Fuck, bro. I’m gonna bust,” he announced as his creamy load flooded my mouth. “Aww, SHIT … Jesus FUCKIN’ Christ … DAMN.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, licking my lips. “I’ve always loved the taste of your cum. So … you’re really gonna stop feeding me that big cock after you and Becca are married?”

“Shit, man,” he exhaled, tipping his head back and blowing a smoke ring into the air. “We both know I’ll never give up your amazing blow jobs. Now how about you suck another load outta me before I row us back?”