I Showed My Friend I Could Suck My Own Cock

Everyone is 18. This is fiction.

“YOU CAN DO THAT?” His voice was urgent, but low, almost a whisper. The disbelief was sharp, cutting through the hum of the porn playing in the background. His eyes were locked on me, wide and curious, as I bent my body in a way that seemed impossible to him. My lips met my own cock, the precum greeting my tongue warm and familiar, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the shock on his face.

“Yeah,” I said, pulling back slightly, my breath catching as the tip of my cock brushed against my lips. “Check this shit out.” 

I put my hands under my thighs and pulled myself even further, getting almost balls deep on myself. My legs were pulled upward and I was obscenely displaying my sweaty, pink asshole directly to him

He didn’t answer right away, just stared, his hand subconsciously drifting to the bulge in his jeans. The air between us shifted, thick with something unspoken. I could see the gears turning in his head, his curiosity morphing into something hotter, something more primal.

It hadn’t always been like this. Weeks ago, we were just two friends hanging out, watching porn and jerking off together like it was no big deal. Casual, almost routine, but we would still laugh every time one of us came. I can’t explain why, it was simply funny. But that night, something changed. I’d showed him my… talent, and it was like a spark had been lit.

Now, here we were after that glass had been shattered, the tension between us crackling like a TNT wire. His hand moved faster, his breathing becoming shallow as he watched me. I could feel his gaze on me, hot and heavy, and it sent a thrill down my spine.

I didn’t stop. I wanted to see how far I could take this, how far he would let me. My tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin of my cock, and he let out a low groan. His hand stilled, his eyes darkening as he watched me with a hunger that made my heart race.

“You’re… fuck, that’s so… cool,” he muttered between breaths, his voice hoarse. He shifted in his seat, his cock straining against his jeans, and I could see the outline of it. It was thick. The head of it was large like a kiwi fruit. I would be lying if I didn’t admit to myself that I watched his cock sometimes when we spanked our monkeys together. Just casual masculine admiration, right?

Revealing myself in this was was intoxicating. I felt myself lose control, dismissing every inhibitive thought while I slurped and slobbered on my own long shaft. A passing thought made me consider what his cock would feel like, throbbing against my tongue, to taste him as he came undone inside me. No, I thought to myself, too far.

I pulled away from myself, my cock still hard and aching, and turned to face him fully. His eyes met mine, and there was no mistaking the desire in them.

I hadn’t planned on showing him my talent today, not really. It was just a lazy afternoon at my house, the kind where time stretches thin and boredom takes over. My Mom was out for the day, and we were hanging out in my room, the glow of the TV casting shadows on the walls. I had pulled up a recent favorite porn vid, and it was playing loudly—some generic scene of a big titty goth girl choking on a college guy’s enormous cock. After a minute it had become background noise, something to fill the silence.

I was lying on my bed, my hand lazily stroking my cock, when the idea hit me. I’d done it before, in private, but never with someone else in the room. The thought of showing him, of seeing his reaction, sent a jolt of excitement through me.

So, I did it. I started sucking myself to see his reaction, and it was everything I wanted it to be. Now it was time to help him do that same.

From that moment, things shifted. We started jerking off together even more often, the air between us charged with a new energy. It wasn’t just casual anymore; there was an unspoken understanding, a shared desire that neither of us acknowledged but couldn’t ignore. I would suck myself until I either came in my own mouth or finished on my tummy, and he would finish himself usually right after. I think it had become an unspoken rule that he got off on seeing me do it, and that’s why he always finished soon after me.

And then, one night, he said it.

“I feel kinda bad,” he admitted, his voice hesitant. “You’re over there… doing that, and I’m just sitting here. Doesn’t seem fair.”

I looked at him, my cock still in my hand, and raised an eyebrow. “You asking me to suck you off?”

He turned red with embarrassment that I said it so bluntly, and his face showed a bit of anger, I think, the redness spreading across his cheeks, but he didn’t deny it. “I mean… I’m just saying you seem to be enjoying yourself and I’m like a cuck over here jerking it.”

I wanted to do it. The thought of it had been simmering in the back of my mind, ever since I first saw the way he looked at me. So, I moved closer, my heart pounding in my chest, and reached for the thick shaft of flesh sticking out of his pants. He didn’t stop me, so I continued on.

Here we were, the heat between us building with every passing second. My mouth was inches from his cock, and I could feel the anticipation radiating off of him.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes dark with desire, and I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over his skin.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, his hand stopping me before I could go any further.

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. “What’s wrong?”

He hesitated, his eyes searching mine for something I couldn’t quite place. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tentative kiss.

The shock of it stole my breath away. His lips were warm, slightly chapped, and when he pulled back, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Is this… okay?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us, my lips crashing against his in a kiss that was anything but tentative. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of his body pressed against mine.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard, our hearts pounding in unison.

“More than okay,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his as I spoke.

And with that, there was no turning back. Our bodies moved together, the world outside fading away until there was nothing but the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment.

His cock was hard, thick, and pulsing with need as I took him into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I could feel him trembling beneath me as I worked him over with my tongue.

I started slow, my tongue circling the head of his cock, tasting him for the first time. He was warm, slightly salty, and the sound he made—a low, guttural moan—sent a shiver down my spine. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive skin, feeling him twitch in my mouth, and then took him deeper. Eventually, it felt more natural to suck another guy’s dick rather than my own, more comfortable than contorting myself into the weird position of squishing my organs just to reach my lips to my lower appendage. With him, I could move freely. I think I have always been a natural pleaser, so the mindset came naturally to make him feel good.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips bucking against me. “That feels so good.”

His hands tangled in my hair, his grip tightening as I worked him over. I could feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming ragged, and I knew I was doing something right.

I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, as I moved my mouth over him with a rhythm that had him gasping for air. His hands were in my hair, tugging gently, guiding me as I took him deeper, until I could feel the back of my throat opening to accommodate him.

His breathing grew more ragged, his moans louder, and I knew he was close. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened as he approached the edge.

“I’m gonna—” he started, but his words were cut off as he came, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he spilled himself.

His orgasm came with a muffled series of grunts, his hips jerking as he released into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, and when I pulled back, his eyes were closed, his face flushed with pleasure.

I swallowed every drop, my own body trembling with the effort of keeping him in my mouth as he rode out his orgasm. When I finally pulled back, his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

“That was…” he started, but his voice trailed off, unable to find the words.

I grinned, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. “I know.”

He opened his eyes, meeting mine, and there was something in his gaze that made my heart skip a beat. Something more than just physical pleasure—something deeper, more meaningful.

“Do you… want me to—” he started, but I cut him off with a shake of my head.

“No,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “I can do myself.”

He grinned, his eyes darkening with desire, and I knew this was only the beginning.

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“That was… fuck, that was amazing,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

I grinned, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. “Glad I could help.”

From then on, it became a regular thing. I’d suck him off, and he’d watch me do what I did to myself. The lines between us blurred, and soon, I couldn’t imagine going back to the way things were before. Only one thing was left to try, a logical barrier we had yet to cross.

“Your turn,” he murmured one night after I swallowed his cum, his hand reaching for me.

I looked at him with realization in my eyes. “Oh shit.”

I didn’t resist as he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was anything but innocent. His hand found my cock, stroking it slowly, and I could feel the heat building inside of me, threatening to consume me.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my hips bucking against his hand.

He grinned, his lips trailing down my neck as he continued to stroke me, his touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

I didn’t have time to respond before his mouth was on me, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock in a way that had me seeing stars. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and I could feel the heat of his mouth as he took me deeper.

“Yes,” I groaned, my hips jerking against him. “Just like that.”

He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, as he worked me over with his tongue, every stroke bringing me closer to the edge. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, threatening to explode, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Somehow, I had been doing it to myself for so long that I never realized how good it would feel for someone else to suck me off. 

When I came, after probably thirty seconds, it was with a literal cry of pleasure, my cock pulsing in his mouth as I spilled myself. He swallowed every drop, his mouth working me through the aftershocks until I was completely spent.

When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathing hard, our bodies trembling with the intensity of what had just happened.

“That was…” I started, but my voice trailed off, unable to find the words.

He grinned, his eyes meeting mine, and there was something in his gaze that made me smile. Somewhere along the way, we had graduated from teen goon buds to bi boyfriends. Never would’ve thought.