My best friend.

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 into the same bed as me. Me on one side, my friend in the middle and his girlfriend on the other side. 

 I don't know whether he even waited for his GF to fall asleep. He must have. I don't know if he would be so brazen as to do it otherwise, but he just reached out and put his hand down the front of my shorts and started stroking my cock.  

I said nothing, probably due to a combination of not wanting to bring attention to us, and not knowing what I would say even if I did speak. His GF was laying right next to us and he was wanking me off. I was so turned on but terrified of his GF waking up and seeing what we were up to. 

He stroked me for a minute or two. Not very long, but my heart was pounding out my chest. I don't think he had any intention of making me cum, I think he just wanted to see how I would react more than anything. After a minute or two of stroking, he just abruptly stopped. 

I laid next to him for a minute or so, unsure of what I should do next. I didn't want that to be the end of the episode, but he was laid with his back to me, facing his GF. It would take some serious balls for me to return the favour. A one-sided debate took place in my head which lasted all of about 3 seconds.

"Fuck it", I thought, and I carefully reached around and slipped my hand down the front of his shorts. As my hand grasped around his cock, I thought about the size. He was bigger than me in every way. Slightly bigger in girth and a good inch or two bigger in length. I had to be so careful not to disturb his GF. I was drunk and so turned on, it felt unbelievable to think I was wanking off my friend literally millimetres away from his sleeping GF. 

I know he had left me with blue balls, but I had no intention of doing the same to him. I wanted to make him cum. I've always been bottom, and naturally submissive, and I care more about making other people cum than I do about my own satisfaction. There was only one way this was going to end and it would be with him blowing his load. 

And then he did, unexpectedly, and it caught me by surprise. He must have been just as turned on as I was as he shot a huge load of cum and I felt its warmth all over my hand. "Shit", I thought. I hadn't planned this far ahead. There was no towels or tissues about, and going to get some would have meant disturbing his GF.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I whispered in his ear, holding a massive handful of his jizz. "Eat it" came the whispering voice back in the dark. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before. Probably just down to the sheer blind panic. I just shrugged and brought my hand to my mouth. I licked off every last drop of his cum from my hand and fingers, and I absolutely loved it. 

It was the first time we had ever done anything sexual together, but I knew right then and there that it wouldn't be the last. 

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