My friend Benji had been single for almost two years. He works as a carpenter and a small business owner. Between both of these things, he clearly wasn’t making time for any intimacy. 

I sat next to him at our local polish bar and reached over to touch his arm. Playfully, I pulled up his sleeve to examine the large fish tattoo on his bicep. I slipped my hand up his sleeve, lightly massaging his shoulder. I’ve always believed that you can’t truly be close friends with someone unless you’ve seen them naked. Friendship is always limited in its intimacy before breaking that barrier. 

My hand continued its journey up Benji’s arm and I slipped my hand up through the collar on his shirt. I gripped his neck massaging him. I pushed my fingers up through the hair at the base of his skull. He leaned his head into me groaning, clearly desperate for some touch. I leaned over and spoke in his ear, “Why don't we go back to my place and have a few there?”

We agree and cash out. I hugged him from behind while he signed the tip on my bar tab like a comfortable chill couple hanging out at the bar. 

When we get back to mine I sit him down on the couch and bring us both a Miller Lite. I start taking off his shoes, being the cute host that I am. He smiles and goes along with my housewife bit. I sit real close next to him on the couch and lay my head on his lap. I tell him to start stroking my hair, getting him to play along with me. 

“How about if I stroke your leg for a bit?” I whisper in his ear.  “What do you think about that?” 

“Babe,” he says. “I’m in your hands now.” 

I pull off both of his socks and start stroking the inside of his right thigh. Moving slowly and spreading my hand out to feel as much of his thigh as I can. I get up and crouch on the floor and spread his legs open. Grabbing both of his thighs, I keep stroking him until my hands start to meet his crotch. Moving my way up, narrowing in on the place of interest. I place my head against one of his thighs, my face inches from his crotch. 

We giggle and he reaches into his pants, adjusting his dick. He is clearly starting to catch onto my plan. Reaching towards his dick I can feel he is already extremely hard. I move my hands along his dick, stroking the rigid outline of his member. He flinches, desperate and excited for some touch. 

I start to pull off his pants and we exchange looks. There’s only a small moment of hesitation from him before he gives into the plan. His member is pulsing, ready for my next move.

I place my little lips over the tip of his cock and his whole body jumps again. I quickly start sucking on the tip, gathering saliva and pushing it over his cock’s edge until his member is slick and dripping. He groans and grabs my hair. I keep going, slowly getting his cock slick and so I can put it deeper into my throat.

He loses all of his inhibition and hesitation and grabs the back of my head, ramming my throat down around his cock. We are no longer friends at this moment. He’s completely overwhelmed with sexual energy and thrusts himself up into my mouth as deep as he can. 

I bring my head back, bobbing my lips along the edge of the tip of his cock. I double up my well-lubricated hands and grip his shaft while licking his cock tip. I cup his balls with my left hand and rapidly suck and stroke his shaft with my right. I’m ramming my throat down over his cock. Every time I reach the top I release all of my saliva. I use my well-lubricated hand to twist my fingers around his tip and then finish each stroke as deep as my throat will allow. 

I love my friend's dick. It's so much bigger than I expected and I love how it fills up my hands and throat. My pussy is getting so wet. I'm clearly squirming on the floor in front of him, my panties soaked. 

I keep sucking him as deep as I can, tears forming at the edges of my eyes. I always say if you aren’t crying, you aren’t trying. I move as smoothly as I can. My lips are dripping, my hands completely soaked, saliva pooling at the base of Benji’s cock. 

He’s trying to keep himself from cumming but we both know it's been too long. Without even warning me, he grabs my head again and roughly fucks my face. He’s completely lost at this moment. I’m just a throat to him and he needs to use me. 

He lets me catch my breath one more time and then forces me back down. He begins to unload his cum as deep as he can into my mouth. I try to swallow all of the cum that I can. I’m choking and gagging on his massive load but I can’t pull myself off yet, this is his moment. 

Eventually, he releases me, cum dripping out of my lips and back out all over his cock. He pulls me up onto his lap, wiping my lips with his fingers.

“Oh my gosh, you are fucking crazy,” he says “That was fucking amazing.”

“I figured you could use a good one!” I said, sitting on his lap while trying to clean myself up. 

“Wow, haha, thank you so much,” he says, pulling my body into his and hugging me tightly. He pulls off my shirt and takes off my bra before I realize what he’s doing. Grabbing both of my tits, he presses them together. He places his face as hard as he can into my tits. Breasts are the ultimate comfort, their own form of therapy. 

He starts sucking on my nipples and I can feel him getting hard again beneath me. I’m so wet, desperate for my own release. I know we are both wondering how far we are going to take this night.