Billy was my best buddy.  He lived downstairs from me in a duplex in the Montrose area of Houston.  I a teenager and he was nearly a year younger than me and obviously hero-worshiped me.  When we were sitting together talking he would gently run his hand over the copious hair on my arms or legs, commenting how hairy I was.  He would continue to stroke me as long as we sat together.  Naturally it got me horny, but I didn’t try anything for fear of offending him and losing his friendship. 

These were the days of tight pants, so you could see what a guy had swinging or not swinging.  I took full advantage of this fact.  Usually I would look at a guy’s crotch first and then the rest of him.  What I saw in his crotch often gave me a boner which I had to hold down with my hand in my pocket.  I went around with my hand in my pocket a lot back then.  About six months before the incident I’m about to relate, I had gotten and given my first blowjob from a man in the basement restroom of the library downtown.  Since then I had met up with like-minded guys all over town and gotten and given about one hundred blowjobs.   I loved giving blowjobs at least as much as I loved getting blown.  Sucking cock brought me a feeling of power over a man (Until now, I had had sex only with older men.).  The feeling of a hard cock slipping in and out of my mouth was a great sensuous experience for me.  I loved to feel of a guy’s hairy legs and stomach while I bobbed up and down on his hardon, and I lived for the swelling and stiffening that preceded his orgasm and then the blasts of cum which I manfully swallowed no matter how much he blasted.  I was a committed cumhound.

I had lusted after Billy for just about as long as I had known him.  He was a really good-looking slim blond with a moderately muscular body.  And because of tight jeans, I could tell he had a big meat.  What was not to like?  Needless to say, I desperately wanted to suck his cock and drink his cum, but I could think of no way in.

One day when we were alone in his apartment, Billy brought up the subject of beating off.  He asked me if I did it.  Excited that he should ask, I admitted that I did.  He brought out a little magazine with pictures of women in scanty bathing suits.  As we sat side-by side looking at it, Billy groped his obvious hardon.  He asked, “You want to beat off?”

Since seeing him with a hardon had given me a hardon, I said, “Sure.”  We stood together, dropped our jeans and shorts and sat back on the couch with our legs and butts touching.  We each grabbed our cocks and began to stroke while watching each other.  The girly mag lay discarded on the coffee table.

“Man, you’ve got big balls,” Billy exclaimed softly

“You’ve got a really big cock.” I told him, “You have about an inch on me and I’ve never seen such a big head on a cock.  How long is your cock?” 

Billy answered, “Seven inches the last time I measured.” 

“Wow!  I’ve only got six inches,” I exclaimed.  We continued to watch each other stroke our cocks for a few minutes.  Finally I risked asking, “You want to feel my balls?”

“Oh, yeah,” Billy replied like he’d been dying for me to ask.

I scooted forward to give him better access and asked, “Can I feel your big cock?”

As he hefted my balls, Billy removed his hand from his cock, saying in a passion filled voice, “Sure, feel away.”  Believe me I did.  I grasped his seven inches near the head and squeezed the big, spongy pink head.  “Oh, God,” Billy gasped, “That feels so good.  Go easy, ‘cause I’m really hot.”

Grasping his cock and beginning to stroke it very gently, I agreed, “Yeah, me too.  Let’s make it last, buddy.”  Billy abandoned my balls and began to stroke my cock.  We sat watching each other stroking the other’s cock, just enjoying the moment.  Finally I said, “This is so great.  Two horny buddies helping each other out.  Man, your hand feels so good on my cock.  Much better than my own.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Billy replied.  “I bet with those big balls you shoot a lot of cum.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “I’ve never had any complaints.”  We continued to stroke each other for a few beats and then it soaked in what I had said.

Billy asked, “No complaints from who?”

“From the men I let suck me off in restrooms,” I replied as nonchalantly as I could manage.

Billy sat up and looked at me.  Luckily he didn’t let go my cock, but he quit stroking.  “You let men suck you off?  What does it feel like?” he asked excitedly.    

“Heavenly,” I told him.  “You can’t imagine it until you experience shooting your load into a hot, wet mouth. 

“Oh, God!,” he exclaimed, “I can’t imagine it.”

“You want to try it?” I asked.

“How can I?” he asked.  “We don’t have a queer here to do it for me.”

We did, but I wasn’t about to let him know that - not yet anyway.  So I said, “No, but you’re my best buddy in the world.  I’ll do it for you.”

“God, would you?” Billy exclaimed. “That would be so neat.”

“Spread your legs,” I ordered.  His knees sprang wide.

I got down on the floor, leaned over his lap and took his cock into my mouth, quickly descending ‘til my lips nestled in his bush.  A drawn out gasp of “Gawd.” escaped Billy’s lips and his hands grasped my head.  I swallowed a couple of times on that big head of his cock and withdrew my lips up his cock until only that bulbous head stayed in my mouth.  I lashed around the rim of his glans with my tongue and descended again to swallow on his nob.  I repeated this over and over slowly to draw out his pleasure.  By now Billy was mumbling incoherently and running his fingers through my hair.  Finally I felt his cock swell and stiffen and then my best buddy was shooting his load of cum into my mouth and down my throat.  Billy’s cum wasn’t as strong tasting as most of the grown men I’d blown - even a little sweeter tasting  When he finished shooting, and his cock began to soften his body went totally limp.  Letting his cock slip from my mouth, I looked up to find him with his eyes closed and head resting on the back of the couch.  I might have thought he was dead except that his chest was heaving like he’d run a race.

I got back up on the couch and shoving his leg straight, sat right beside him.  I lifted his head enough to slip my arm across his shoulders and let his head fall back against my arm.  “So, how was it, buddy?” I asked

Billy’s head lolled over my way, his eyes open to slits and he murmured, “It was wonderful.  The best cum I’ve ever had.”

Grinning at him, I said, “Glad you enjoyed it, best buddy.”  When Billy seemed to recover his strength and sat up straighter, I asked, “Would you like to finish me off?” and looked down at my still hard cock.

Looking down at my cock, Billy said, “I don’t think I can suck you, but I can finish jacking you off.”

“That’s all I expect,” I told him and scooted down to give him easier access.  As Billy grasped my cock and began to pump it, he asked “You swallowed my cum?”

“Yeah,” I assured him, “ You have sweet tasting cum.  Haven’t you ever tasted your cum when you beat off?

“No,” he answered, “I figured it would taste nasty.”

“It takes some getting used to,” I told him, “but when you do it’s really neat tasting.  And all the hormones in it make you more manly.  Why else do you think I have so much hair on my arms and legs?  I’ve been eating my cum for years.”

Billy began to fondle my balls with his free hand as he continued to stroke my cock.  “I can’t get over how big your balls are,” Billy wondered, “I want to see how much cum you shoot."

“Well, you’re about to find out,” I gasped.  “Move your hand up to the top of my cock so you can catch my cum.”  Billy did so and squeezed my cock a little harder.  I gasped and began to shoot into his fist.  Since I’d had such a long time to get worked up, I did shoot a very big load.  Billy’s eyes got wide observing how much cum accumulated on his fist.  When I stopped shooting and my cock started to soften, I lifted Billy’s hand toward his lips, urging, “Taste it.”

Billy looked me in the eye with a mix of fear and curiosity.  Curiosity won.  His tongue came out to lick off a tiny amount and withdrew into his mouth.  I could see his tongue moving around inside his mouth.  He looked surprised and his tongue came out to lick up a substantial amount of my cum.  Billy continued to lick my cum off his hand until his hand was clean.  When he was finished, he said, “You’re right.  When you get used to it, it tastes good.”

“So you’ve learned something today,” I told him.  “And I enjoyed sucking you off because I knew I was giving pleasure to my best buddy.  I liked the feel of your big cock in my mouth, and just before you came it swelled bigger and got steely hard.  Like I said, your cum tastes good.  I could get addicted to it.”

Billy began rubbing the hairs on my arm as he said, “I really appreciate the pleasure you gave me, buddy.  And I did like the taste of your cum.  Next time, I want to try to suck you off.” 

“I would love that,” I told him, “but I don’t want you to do it unless you’re sure.” 

“No I want to,” he answered.”

Then changing the subject, Billy said, “You know, I’ve beat off with Tom and he has a really big cock.  We measured it and it’s eight inches long.  It’s kinda thin, but so long.  We should get Tom in on this.”  Tom was a good friend of both of us.  In fact, later I would later become even closer to Tom because of common intellectual interests.  This idea of getting together with Tom for sex really appealed to me.