Yes, Brandon always admitted. He had fooled around with the boys when he was younger but soon after, he made up his mind of never doing it again, no matter what happened, until last week. Of course CJ was his best friend and Brandon could not imagine anything, ever coming between their friend-ship. He figured out that if he was ever alone with CJ but they did not talk about the cock sucking he gave to CJ, it would not happen again. He knew CJ also did not want it to be repeated but he was also sure that he was the only one, wanting it not to happen at all.
It was bright Sunny Saturday morning and Brandon was already up and ready to go the new job, he had acquired. As he walked to his car, his heart raced and he was not sure if his cock also dripped the pre cum but he was sure of his blood surging to his cock much more than to his face. The reason was that CJ was seen walking towards him from the opposite side. Reaching closer, they exchanged greetings and without any hesitation, CJ asked him, where he was going so early in the morning on a Saturday.
Brandon told him of the new job he had started lately, without making any eye contact with CJ.
“Oh”! CJ’s tone was much bleaker suddenly and he behaved like being dejected. “I had planned for going to fishing and wondered if you could join me. It would be very boring if I had to go all by myself”. The disappointment was very obvious in his reply. Perhaps, he did not know, a mentioning of the fishing trip and what it could do to a man. In any and all settings, ‘A bad day at fishing would always be considered better than a good day at work’. Calling in sick for only one day would not damage anybody or anything; Brandon thought to himself. Although the thoughts of sucking CJ last week were bothering him and he knew, even if CJ wanted something like that to happen again, it simply would not happen. There shall be other people fishing and no privacy would halt any luscious and sexual thoughts, he might develop.
“Sure, why not”, he answered CJ. “I did not feel like going to work today, anyway”. He told CJ and agreed to go with him.
“Oh dear friend. You made my day”. Exclaimed CJ, “I was coming to meet you and ask you for your company. I am glad I caught you before you had gone to work”.
Brandon was feeling little awkward to say anything. He was afraid to say something that would sound like, “You have a nice cock” coming out of his mouth; as he felt CJ had been driving little too long. There was a fishing spot quite close to their houses but CJ had chosen some place different. Anyhow they reached some much larger water pond which seemed to be a bit aloof and far from the houses. Things did not get much better as Brandon sat waiting, what he thought to himself was a ferry boat coming full of people to take them to some fishing spot. CJ was fixing his fishing rods, baits and the tackle as Brandon waited for the other guys to show up. They only spoke a little about the weather and some odd things about the work, staying clear purposely from all the topics generating any kind of the conversation leading to the controversy. Strangely, the farther he steered any sexual topics, the more thoughts of sex rushed in that direction for Brandon’s mind. CJ’s musky smell, soft but hard curving meat of his big and thick cock penetrating his lips and mouth and the mildly salty taste of his creamy cum sliding down his throat effortlessly was hitting his senses. Being near the water, there was a slight chill in the air and although fishing was a great hobby for passing time, Brandon’s mind was stuck on sex, CJ and his taste.
“I think we were late and the boat had left before we reached here”. CJ spoke in distress as he started gathering his stuff to leave. Posing to be puzzled, Brandon’s hands ran over CJ’s crotch as if in error feeling his sac and the limp cock from the outside of his jeans while helping him put the things together. For some unknown reasons, CJ seemed to have a change of mind and he began to sit and calmly wait for something, only he knew what his thoughts were. Then he suddenly stood up, all his gear laying there, CJ started to walk towards the thickly wooded area. Brandon walked after CJ with his own mind in a different world, following him like a zombie.
He could never in a million years imagine that CJ had a thought to do the whole blowjob exercise once again. Dried out sticks crackled, popped and got crushed beneath their feet as they cautiously walked deeper and deeper into the wooded area until CJ found a nice clearing about 100 yards farther from the water edge, making himself comfortable on a fallen tree at his back, looking at Brandon with his deep dark black eyes until Brandon found a seat exactly across from him. As CJ leaned back on the tree, his hands rested just below his crotch, looking overly comfortable. It was the first time since the morning, Brandon was taking a good look at him. He looked very healthy and stout for his age of 23. This made Brandon much more aroused and horny as well. Suddenly CJ began to rub his upper thigh area where his cock would be and Brandon took it as a quiet gesture of invitation for him from his cock man driving his whole body and even the soul for sex.
He simply could not help but drop to his knees and crawl towards his spread legs. CJ removed his hands away and wilted a little more towards Brandon. His zipper looked some kind of a protective locker over CJ’s gift for Brandon. With no hesitation or dithering, his face fell in CJ’s lap and he kissed the zipper while his hands helped to find the end for pulling by his teeth. Brandon was surely feeling life below the zipper and clothes with the uncut black tip showing already below the jeans. The fucking promise of never again sucking a cock, only about a week ago was burning in hell and Brandon was on his knees for the same, in front of his very best friend once again.
Brandon’s body was on fire, ready to rub his own sex muscle while sucking CJ’s sturdy, fat cock into his mouth. It did not take long for CJ to set a rhythm fucking his face. Brandon could never recall, if he was ever so turned on. Although he wanted CJ’s cock in his mouth forever but he very eagerly wanted to taste his yummy, creamy cum as well. His hands were cupping CJ’s huge and heavy, totally shaved balls as CJ reached deeper to penetrate his throat. CJ’s efforts and his body signs were showing, he was getting close to his climax as a loud clear sound of a twig breaking off a nearby tree filled the area. They both froze for a moment but they both were gone, a bit too far to stay calm for more than a few seconds to come to life back again.
Brandon was still paralyzed and frustrated but CJ had taken charge of his cock with both hands on his thick, meaty shaft, sliding down to his balls, only to go up to the cock slit and slip down in a fury to masturbate. In spite of all the fear, in the world, getting into his body, Brandon still wanted the warmth of CJ back in his mouth and opened his lips to swallow the big plum shaped cock head allowing him to continue masturbating while he took care of the upper half portion of the thick shaft lapping it with his wet tongue. It took maybe about a minute or two more and CJ was shooting his load all over Bandon’s face and his own masturbating hand. “Suck me harder, make me feel the pressure in my balls to shoot all the male juices that came to boil and swallow it all”. CJ was issuing the orders while Brandon relished and enjoyed the burning feeling on his tongue and in his throat as he slowly consumed all that he got.
Now Brandon was jerking off as feverishly as humanly possible while CJ slowly softened and then he released his grip on his still semi stiff and thick cock, allowing Brandon to kiss it as he praised the nice cock and delicious produce of it. CJ praised the excellent sucking skills of Brandon and exactly then they heard some rustling of steps almost running towards the water and both CJ and Brandon heard, “Told you, Brandon is a cock-sucker”. Now as Brandon was outed, he made a promise with himself, never to spare a cock that needed a sucking.