Following on from the story the other day about my best friend, I'd like to share the details of our next encounter. It had been an awkward week or two since the time of the last story. Neither of us had been upfront and spoken about what had happened, and it definitely wasn't common knowledge amongst our friendship group, but I think we both knew that it was going to happen again, it was just a matter of when. As for his girlfriend, I certainly wasn't going to tell. I was quite content to be his bit on the side.  Anyway, the weekend comes around, and like any group of teenagers, we headed for a pub. It was quite a lively night, drinking amongst friends. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and both of us were tipsy to drunk. It was about half an hour before closing time and things were winding down. Some of our friends had left, and only a few stragglers remained.  I walked into the toilet, slightly worse for wear, and my friend was in there by himself. I took my cock out and ...

I want to tell you the story of how I became a slut for my best friend. There is actually going to be a couple of stories involving this same person, and they will tell the story of how we got increasingly more intimate over the course of a couple of weeks.  I think I was about 16 when it started. We were a normal, mixed group of friends, some boys, some girls. We just did the usual things that teenagers did; hang out, go to parties, try and find pubs that would serve us even though we were underage, you catch my drift.  The first time was one such night when we had been at a pub. There was a big group of us, including my best friend and his then girlfriend, among several others. After we had all got pretty drunk, we headed back to my friend's girlfriends.  It was pretty normal for us all to just crash in whatever beds were available. Whether it was just by chance or whether he planned it this way, I don't know, but my friend and his girlfriend ended up coming and getting...

The first time I ever satisfied a man, I was little more than a boy. I won’t say here exactly how old I was at the time, so you can read into that what you will. I was around at a friends house until late one night. Hanging out, you know, the usual teenage boy stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary. Time was getting on and his dad offered to drop me off at home. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary, however, and what sets this night aside from the countless other occasions I had hung out at my friends house, was that tonight, my friend didn’t come along for the ride. No big deal, I had known his dad for years and felt comfortable alone in his presence. Not only did I feel comfortable with him, I had a crush on him, and I knew from the way he looked at me that he was tempted. I would often catch him giving me the eye. Over the years my teasing of him had intensified, but he was yet to make a move. As soon as we were alone in the car, I cou...