A Helping Mouth (Patreon)

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We'd been friends for longer than I could even remember. Cole's mom moved in next door when I was a baby, and he a couple of years older. I guess we grew up together, and our moms became pretty close over the years, too.

I came out to him when I was sixteen, and he didn't bat an eyelid. He was good like that, and pretty damn hot too. He had real nice tanned skin, and big dimples in his cheeks that dipped when he smiled, and he was always smiling. His hair was kinda' long, blonde too, and he let it get so long once that he could tie it with a rubber band, which was pretty funny.

He didn't play sports, but he'd been dating some chick from a different school for a few years and her dad owned a big truck repair shop that Cole had been working at on weekends, and so he had these big muscles all over his body, but it meant that he constantly smelled of engine oil too.

I knew he fucked her, because he told me as soon as he did. He was a pretty animated guy, and gave me a scene-by-scene breakdown of the whole thing, including the climax, which made me have to cross my legs so he didn't notice my stiffy.

Then one Saturday morning he knocked on my bedroom door (we just walked into each other's houses, but had set the bedroom knock rule when we were much younger), and sat on the end of my bed acting all sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, but it was still early and I was still half asleep, so I hadn't noticed his red eyes.

"She broke up with me" he told me sadly, and lay down on my bed, right across my legs.

I was eighteen, he was twenty, so we weren't exactly the best for giving or taking advice. We kinda' just sat in silence for a while, before I said, "fuck her, you don't need her", and then he started crying, so I stopped talking and waited for him to finish.

"You wanna get a milkshake or something?" I asked when he finished wiping his cheeks on my bedsheets, and he shook his head.

"Well what do you want then?" I asked, not meaning to sound cold, but just not sure what to do.

It must have been funny though, because Cole laughed and sat up, then turned around and lay down on the pillow right next to me, and dropped his big arm over my naked chest.

"If you were a girl life would be easier" he said, and then sighed a big long sigh.

"Why?" I asked him, but he just shrugged and closed his eyes.

It wasn't really awkward, but I still had morning wood so I couldn't do anything until that went down, and having a hot young muscle man draped over me wasn't helping.

"Because" he said after a few minutes of silence, "then you could just suck my dick".

He smirked but kept his eyes closed, and I felt my dick getting harder. I didn't reply, because I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say. Then Cole opened one eye and looked up at me.

"Would you do it?" He asked with a grin, "if you were a girl, I mean".

I shrugged.

"Would you do it anyway?" He asked, and I shrugged again, and then Cole sat up in the bed and the two of us stared straight ahead.

"We couldn't tell anybody though" he said, and now his voice was hushed. "Like, ever".

I nodded, but I don't know if he was able to see me.

"It isn't really gay to get your dick sucked, is it?" He asked me, "it's only gay if you suck a dick, right?"

I shrugged.

"And you are gay, so it doesn't really matter, does it?"

I shook my head.

We both went silent again, and I held the bed sheet bunched up in my fist because my cock was beginning to get wet a the top.

"So" he finally said, and I said it back.

"Do you wanna?"

"I guess" I told him, "if you want".

"Do you want?" He asked me, and I nodded.

I'd seen his dick before, but only when we went swimming and shit, but I'd never seen it hard before. I watched him as he slid the back of his pants under his ass so that his bare butt was now on my pillow, and I grimaced.

"Sorry" he laughed, and pulled the pillow out from underneath and threw it down the end of the bed.

I could see the skin right the way up to his junk, which was still covered by his pants, and he sorta' just sat there for a moment, probably wondering if he should do it or not. He must have made his decision though, because he took a big breath and pulled them down to his knees.

His dick was pretty big, and was curled up like a snake, and buried in a big clump of twisted black hair. His balls were real wrinkly, and hung down between his thighs, squashed up with one over the other. The top of his dick was about the size of a plump, and covered with a jacket of foreskin. He was the only guy I knew who had one.

"Gotta make him hard" he told me, with his thumbs still in his pants and his eyes on his own dick.

"How?" I asked, and he shrugged this time.

He didn't look at me, so I guessed that he was probably imagining that I was a girl, which was fine by me, if that made it feel better for him. I reached for it, but he flinched, then laughed, then sat back and nodded. I took it in my hand, and squeezed it a bit. It was squishier than my own one, and bigger too, and even though it was soft, I could still barely get my hand all the way around it, so I just held what I could and started stroking him.

"Yeah" he nodded, "like that".

I felt the blood inside his cock begin to rush through it. It grew in my hand, becoming stiffer and stiffer until only the base was left in my fist, and the rest of it stuck up from the top. We both kinda' just stared at it, and then he put his hand over mine and showed me how to pull back his foreskin, which was pretty easy.

The mushroom was a real dark pink, and made my mouth water so I leaned over him and brought my face down to his crotch. Even though it was early, and I could smell the soap from his shower, I could still get the hint of engine oil, but it was pretty nice anyway.

"Shit" he sucked in between his teeth when I put his dick head into my mouth.

It tasted like Cole, which was weird because I wasn't sure what Cole tasted like. It was a little salty too, but not much, and not enough to put me off it. His helmet filled my mouth almost entirely, and then he thrust upwards, I gagged and he sniggered.

Cole spread his legs as much as he could, but his pants stopped them going too far. His balls stuck to one of his thighs, then slipped off and hung even lower.

"Lick them" he whispered, and held his sack in his hand.

I took his wet cock from my mouth and ran my tongue along his furry nuts. They were much saltier, but just like his dick, it didn't turn me off. My pole was leaking a lot, and I was sure that he'd probably notice it soon enough.

I licked between his balls and felt them part inside, then I chased one around until I caught it against his taint and pulled it right into my mouth. He must have liked that, because he gasped, and his fist tightened around the sheet on my mattress.

"Alright" he breathed, and picked up his cock tapping it against my left cheek. It left a string of juice on me.

I got back into position and opened my mouth again. I had to put my teeth behind my lips so I didn't bite it, and then I plunged down and his cock head hit the back of my throat.

He ooh'd and ahh'd some, and then I felt his hand run through my hair and he was almost purring like a cat. I kept doing what I was doing, but my back was beginning to burn from the angle, and so I got onto my hands and knees between his legs, which felt much better, and continued.

I could hear my folks downstairs, and could smell breakfast so I knew we didn't have long before my dad came up, and he had no idea about the door knocking rule.

I bobbed up and down faster, and squeezed my lips tighter around his cock. I could taste the pre-cum on the back of my tongue, and I sure did like it. Cole was gasping quick and strong now, and his two hands were on the back of my head, pushing me down on his pipe and sliding me back up.

He didn't tell me, but I knew when he was about to cum because he did the same thing I did when I'd cum. His breathing stopped, then his whole body went all rigid and stiff, then I felt his knees push up a bit, and his butt began to tense. He thrust again, and moaned real loud, which was dumb to do, but I didn't really mind, because my mouth was now filling with spunk, and I let it all squirt out until I could feel it slide over and under my tongue, and Cole became breathless.

I had to take his dick out of my mouth in order to swallow it, and he watched me do it with one brow lower than the other, and then his dimples creased and he smiled at me as I returned to his softening tool and cleaned up the sperm that was spilling down his shaft.

The door opened just as I sat back, and Cole dragged the sheets over his junk, but that exposed my boner, so we had to fight for them. Thankfully my dad was too busy reading the newspaper that was folded over in his hand, so he didn't see anything.

"Breakfast, boys" he said, and left.

"Alright" Cole said breathlessly, "I'll give you one thing. You're good at sucking dick".