Pillow Magic

Have you ever laid in bed, humping your pillow while
thinking about sticking your dick up your best friend’s ass?
Christ, my pillow case has more peter tracks than Eric has
hairs on his ass. Eric, that’s my friend. The one
indirectly responsible for the shameful condition of my
pillow.

All thought high school we’d been inseparable. We’d
done everything together, well, almost everything. We’d
never messed around with each other. We’d come close a couple
of times. Like me, I knew Eric was dying to explore his
sexual options, but he just couldn’t quite let himself go.

I knew exactly what was holding him back. It was fear.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust me, I knew he did. But let’s
face it, secrets sometimes have a way of getting out, and he
was worried about his image. I mean, what people would think
if it ever got out that we had a thing for each other? The
same concerns had crossed my mind too, but I was willing to
take my chances, Eric wasn’t, and it was driving me crazy.

Eric and I had spent the morning working on his car.
After spending three hours staring at his ass as he leaned
over the fender of cherry—red Mustang, I was even hornier
than usual. Every time Eric looked up from under the hood
his eyes dropped to check out the bulge my dick made in the
crotch of my jeans. Each time he checked it out, it was
bigger than the time before. I knew he wanted it, but as
usual, he refused to give into temptation.

It was noon when he dropped me off at home so I could
clean up. My cloths were a greasy mess. Mom would kill me
if I tracked dirt across her carpet. I decided it might
be best if I undressed in the kitchen. Both my parents were
at work, so I didn’t have to worry about being caught
parading around naked.

After a shower, I went to my room. I was alone in the
house so I didn’t bother closing the door. Lying belly down
on my bed I wiggled my hips, grinding my stiff, eight-inch
cock into the soft bedding. Oh God, I was on fire. I wanted
to do things with Eric that I’d never wanted to do with any
other guy. I adored him, but I hated what he was doing to
me.

I grabbed my pillow and tucked it beneath me so that my
throbbing tool was embraced by the sensual softness of its
goose down stuffing. Lying spread eagle, I began humping my
pillow. The pillow case surrounding the swollen knob of my
organ quickly became sodden with gooey cock slime. Still
thinking I was alone, I humped harder, faster, panting as I
worked myself into a passionate sweat.

I could feel the cum surging up my piss-tube. My ball-
sac tightened around my swollen bangers as I flopped onto my
back. That’s when I saw Eric standing in the doorway; eyes
wide, mouth gaping. I was well beyond the point of no
return, and too dumbfounded by his unexpected appearance to
have the presence of mind to conceal myself.

He stepped into the room as an orgasmic rush of creamy
jism spurted from my pisshole. My body trembled as he came
to the side of the bed for a closer look. My cock jerked
again and again, spewing more sticky ejaculate with each
delightful spasm.

“My God,” he uttered softly. “Do you always cum so
much?”

“When I’m really horny I do,” I panted. The intensity
of my pleasure was subsiding, but I was still riding that
last fleeting wave of climactic reward.

Eric continued to watch as I cleaned myself up. I
couldn’t help gawking at the cylinder of stiff meat that was
all but ripping through the front of his jeans. Not sure how
he would react, I reached out and gently squeezed his bulging
basket. He closed his eyes and moaned passionately. “Umm,
that feels good.” We had gone this far before, but never any
further. I was nearly beside myself when he allowed me to
open the front of his pant.

“You know,” I said, “I’ve been jacking off since junior
high, and this is the first time anyone has ever caught me.”

Eric shivered as I reached into his boxer shorts and
liberated his thick seven-inch cock.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” he said. “I should
have turned away before you saw me, but I couldn’t. When I
saw your ass bobbing up and down like that I couldn’t move.”

The supple flesh sheathing his tool was burning with
desire. With my fingers now coiled firmly around his rigid
rod, I began to slowly stroke his inflamed organ. As I
worked his cock a persistent stream of pre—cum wept from the
tip of its bloated knob. The hunger I’d suppressed for so
long burnt hotly in my lips and tongue. I could no longer
deny myself the pleasure of having his beautiful, big cock in
my mouth. I sat up and took the wet, sticky crest of his
organ between my soft, moist lips.

Eric gasped sharply as I sucked his cock deeper into the
torrid embrace of my oral cavity. “I can’t believe we’re
doing this,” he moaned. “But I’m glad we are. Ummm, yeah,
suck my big dick. Damn, you’ve got a hot fucking mouth.”

His abundance of cock honey coated the back of my tongue
and oozed into my throat. This was my first taste of dick
and I loved it. The flavor of his pulsating shaft was
pleasantly tart, and it made my tongue come alive. Drool
leaked from the corners of my tightly drawn lips as Eric
began pumping his rod deeper into my sweltering gullet.

“You’d better stop,” Eric said. “I’m gonna cum if you
don ‘t.”