"TURN" By Windy Cities
I didn't see it coming.
Rob had been my friend for a long time. But now, ***** and stoned I was faced with a dilemma that I could not see any way out from. Rob suggested something that had maybe tip toed through my thoughts for about thirteen seconds the whole ten years I had known him.
The joint had rolled out of my hand and underneath Rob's chair. I had gotten on my knees and swept my hand across the floor under Rob's chair. I hadn't noticed how close my face was to Rob's legs as Rob sat in the chair across from me.
Something in my brain whispered that something was going on. But my stoned brain wasn't running on all cylinders. That was for sure.
"I'll take care of you with my wallet," Rob said, slowly sucking in beer suds from his mug, "If you take care of this."
I watched as his left hand drew up his muscular leg and over his shorts. I could feel my mouth go dry as his hand came to rest over his crotch. In the flicker of light from the computer screen to the side of us, I thought I saw the outline underneath the red cotton shorts move.
I found my tongue brushing across my lips as I stared in a stupor as Rob's hand gently tugged and pulled at the material. Rob's other hand placed his beer down on the desk.
I was too ***** to sort it all out.
I knew my wife Nancy was fast asleep on the sofa in the living room above us. Nancy always made me smoke my pot down stairs in the basement. I had invited Rob downstairs after Nancy had dozed off and Rob and I had finished off a six pack of potent nine percent beer.
Rob apparently sensed something was not right and asked me what was wrong.
After we had taken several tokes off some especially kick ass weed, I revealed myself to my best friend.
I told Rob how we owed Nancy's Mom a thousand dollars and now she was getting tired of waiting for us to pay it back.
Nancy's Mom was threatening to tell the whole ****** how I had weaseled out when it came back to pay her back. In my head I could see their stunned looks as they heard that I had taken advantage of their 75 year old mother. I felt so ashamed.
Slowly, my eyes raised to look into Rob's eyes. But Rob's eyes were closed. I licked my dry lips with a wet tongue and slowly let my eyes drop back down to Rob's crotch. His penis had made a tent pole underneath his shorts.
In one of Rob's hands were a handful of bills that appeared to be hundreds.
Rob's other hand slowly motioned me forward.
Like a hypnotized snake I found myself walking slowly on my knees. Rob's legs were spread wide apart now. I stopped when I was but inches from his crotch. Again I looked up into his eyes but they were still closed. I did catch Rob's own tongue slowly moving between his lips.
I thought of finally being released from the agony I had been enduring for the last couple of weeks. I dreamt of the freedom and suddenly realized what lengths I might go to bury my secret forever.
Rob had always been a good friend. Rob had always been trustworthy. But I think Rob's divorce had left Rob wanting for the blow jobs he used to get so frequently and desired so much now. I don't think I was his first choice by a long shot. I think Rob just needed some release. Badly. I think we both did.
My face crept closer to his crotch. Rob's free hand pulled down the waist band of his shorts until his penis gained release. It bobbed there-underneath my nose.
Rob's hand moved away after his shorts no longer restrained his excitement.
I debated whether to touch Rob's cock with my hand or with my tongue first. I'm gonna become a cock sucker tonight, I thought. How are you gonna start out, cock sucker? I asked myself.
My tongue didn't wait for my drunken mind to answer. The tip of my tongue started at the half-way point of Rob's thin dick and slowly moved up to the hood of his penis. My tongue flickered there and then started to make the trip down again. I could smell Rob's muskiness and felt something spring to life in my own shorts.
Not only are you a cock sucker, I thought to myself, but now you like it.
My right hand circled the bottom of Rob's cock as I started slobbering up and down on the top half of Rob's cock with my dripping tongue. My hand started to do its part, going up and down the penis's lower half while my tongue covered Rob's swollen hood.
I could hear moans coming from Rob mixed with my own slurping sounds. My hand started moving faster and my tongue began lapping faster too.
I became aware that Rob was somehow slowly raising his ass up. My hand continued to stroke but suddenly I realized that I was staring down at Rob's ass hole. Was Rob implying that I should lick his ass hole? My eyes closed. A thousand dollars, I thought. A thousand dollars.
I opened my eyes and moved my head forward. Slowly, I flickered my tongue up the inside of his right leg. Rob's moaning was getting loader. For a second, I was worried that Nancy would hear Rob. Then my tongue licked up the inside of Rob's left leg. My right hand was a blur on Rob's glistening cock. I licked the lower curve of Rob's ass right below the hole. Rob was panting now. I flicked my tongue down the slick path but stopped short of Rob's ass hole. Slowly I moved my tongue up and down the path between Rob's balls and his ass hole. I did this a couple of times, realizing for the first time that my own cock was at full alert.
Rob was moaning. Too loud, I thought. I have to finish this.
Once last time my tongue started at the base of Rob's testicles and slowly made its path toward Rob's dirty hole. At first my tongue circled the hole. But then I began to plunge my tongue in and out.
Rob went nuts. I could feel his cum shooting on my back, soaking my tee shirt. I continued to tongue-fuck his ass hole while my hand still worked his prick expertly.
Finally I slowed my pace and felt Rob's penis start to grow soft in my hand. I pulled my head up from between Rob's legs.
My wife Nancy stood there in her blue furry night gown with her mouth gaping open. Believe me, my jaw dropped too.
I didn't see it coming.
Rob had been my friend for a long time. But now, ***** and stoned I was faced with a dilemma that I could not see any way out from. Rob suggested something that had maybe tip toed through my thoughts for about thirteen seconds the whole ten years I had known him.
The joint had rolled out of my hand and underneath Rob's chair. I had gotten on my knees and swept my hand across the floor under Rob's chair. I hadn't noticed how close my face was to Rob's legs as Rob sat in the chair across from me.
Something in my brain whispered that something was going on. But my stoned brain wasn't running on all cylinders. That was for sure.
"I'll take care of you with my wallet," Rob said, slowly sucking in beer suds from his mug, "If you take care of this."
I watched as his left hand drew up his muscular leg and over his shorts. I could feel my mouth go dry as his hand came to rest over his crotch. In the flicker of light from the computer screen to the side of us, I thought I saw the outline underneath the red cotton shorts move.
I found my tongue brushing across my lips as I stared in a stupor as Rob's hand gently tugged and pulled at the material. Rob's other hand placed his beer down on the desk.
I was too ***** to sort it all out.
I knew my wife Nancy was fast asleep on the sofa in the living room above us. Nancy always made me smoke my pot down stairs in the basement. I had invited Rob downstairs after Nancy had dozed off and Rob and I had finished off a six pack of potent nine percent beer.
Rob apparently sensed something was not right and asked me what was wrong.
After we had taken several tokes off some especially kick ass weed, I revealed myself to my best friend.
I told Rob how we owed Nancy's Mom a thousand dollars and now she was getting tired of waiting for us to pay it back.
Nancy's Mom was threatening to tell the whole ****** how I had weaseled out when it came back to pay her back. In my head I could see their stunned looks as they heard that I had taken advantage of their 75 year old mother. I felt so ashamed.
Slowly, my eyes raised to look into Rob's eyes. But Rob's eyes were closed. I licked my dry lips with a wet tongue and slowly let my eyes drop back down to Rob's crotch. His penis had made a tent pole underneath his shorts.
In one of Rob's hands were a handful of bills that appeared to be hundreds.
Rob's other hand slowly motioned me forward.
Like a hypnotized snake I found myself walking slowly on my knees. Rob's legs were spread wide apart now. I stopped when I was but inches from his crotch. Again I looked up into his eyes but they were still closed. I did catch Rob's own tongue slowly moving between his lips.
I thought of finally being released from the agony I had been enduring for the last couple of weeks. I dreamt of the freedom and suddenly realized what lengths I might go to bury my secret forever.
Rob had always been a good friend. Rob had always been trustworthy. But I think Rob's divorce had left Rob wanting for the blow jobs he used to get so frequently and desired so much now. I don't think I was his first choice by a long shot. I think Rob just needed some release. Badly. I think we both did.
My face crept closer to his crotch. Rob's free hand pulled down the waist band of his shorts until his penis gained release. It bobbed there-underneath my nose.
Rob's hand moved away after his shorts no longer restrained his excitement.
I debated whether to touch Rob's cock with my hand or with my tongue first. I'm gonna become a cock sucker tonight, I thought. How are you gonna start out, cock sucker? I asked myself.
My tongue didn't wait for my drunken mind to answer. The tip of my tongue started at the half-way point of Rob's thin dick and slowly moved up to the hood of his penis. My tongue flickered there and then started to make the trip down again. I could smell Rob's muskiness and felt something spring to life in my own shorts.
Not only are you a cock sucker, I thought to myself, but now you like it.
My right hand circled the bottom of Rob's cock as I started slobbering up and down on the top half of Rob's cock with my dripping tongue. My hand started to do its part, going up and down the penis's lower half while my tongue covered Rob's swollen hood.
I could hear moans coming from Rob mixed with my own slurping sounds. My hand started moving faster and my tongue began lapping faster too.
I became aware that Rob was somehow slowly raising his ass up. My hand continued to stroke but suddenly I realized that I was staring down at Rob's ass hole. Was Rob implying that I should lick his ass hole? My eyes closed. A thousand dollars, I thought. A thousand dollars.
I opened my eyes and moved my head forward. Slowly, I flickered my tongue up the inside of his right leg. Rob's moaning was getting loader. For a second, I was worried that Nancy would hear Rob. Then my tongue licked up the inside of Rob's left leg. My right hand was a blur on Rob's glistening cock. I licked the lower curve of Rob's ass right below the hole. Rob was panting now. I flicked my tongue down the slick path but stopped short of Rob's ass hole. Slowly I moved my tongue up and down the path between Rob's balls and his ass hole. I did this a couple of times, realizing for the first time that my own cock was at full alert.
Rob was moaning. Too loud, I thought. I have to finish this.
Once last time my tongue started at the base of Rob's testicles and slowly made its path toward Rob's dirty hole. At first my tongue circled the hole. But then I began to plunge my tongue in and out.
Rob went nuts. I could feel his cum shooting on my back, soaking my tee shirt. I continued to tongue-fuck his ass hole while my hand still worked his prick expertly.
Finally I slowed my pace and felt Rob's penis start to grow soft in my hand. I pulled my head up from between Rob's legs.
My wife Nancy stood there in her blue furry night gown with her mouth gaping open. Believe me, my jaw dropped too.
