Blowing my college best friend - true story

This one is a true story from my college years. I was 21 at this time and Sam was 22. It was my first year in a new apartment on campus. I’d been friends with Sam for years at this point - he was tall, lean and handsome as hell. Everyone had a crush on him - or at least I did. I’d been living with Sam for the past few months. I couldn’t help but notice him when he got out of the shower - a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his cock protruding against the towel. God he made me horny.I’d be watching him when we watched TV, his open spread legs and I just wished that I could be between them taking in his scent, bringing him to a climax that would make him come his brains out.Sometimes late at night, I’d hear Sam in his bedroom next-door to mine with some girl he‘d met, I’d hear what they were doing. My hand would reach for my dick under the covers as I heard him making the girl come hard but my favourite part was when I’d hear him quicken his thrusts - I’d hear his urgency. And then I’d hear a grunt of pleasure as I heard him spray his load into her.I never thought anything would happen between us. I mean he was straight right? I put it out of my mind and just jerked off sometimes thinking about him - it took the edge off. But this one day near Christmas, he came to me with a suggestion. He’d just broken up with his girlfriend of a couple of weeks. He was lonely and kind of bummed out. I never expected him to say what he said.He said that he was curious about something, something to do with me, he wanted to know about my experience with guys. I told him that I didn’t have that much experience – that I’d only been with a couple of guys back home and just one at college. That guy had been a fuck buddy but nothing more ever happened. He said that if he didn’t pull a girl that night, he wanted to come into my room And he asked me what I’d be comfortable with. I told him that was really up to him - I mean I couldn’t imagine what he’d be up for. He said, blushing, what about a blow job?I couldn’t believe he was asking me that. I mean, yeah of course I’d be up for that. I just didn’t imagine that would ever happen.Anyway, I went to bed that night thinking about what might happen, knowing of course it wouldn’t. I was just about to drift off to sleep when I heard the door. He was home. AloneHe crept towards the door, it opened and I saw his outline in the doorway. I hardened instantly. Hey you up, he asked. I was so scared I almost didn’t say anything. He got closer to the bed and I said yeah, I’m up. He asked me if I was still up for what we talked about. Instead of answering, I reached out, grabbed onto his bulge and gave it a light squeeze. He breathed out and came towards me and surprised me with a kiss on my neck. It was the only time you kissed me that evening.He laid back on the bed and guided my head towards his crotch – it was starting to bulge against the fabric of his shorts. I peeled back his shorts and pressed my face against his cock that was nestled in his boxers. I breathed in, fuck it smelled good, manly. He was sweaty, he’d just been out but that didn’t stop me.I peeled back his boxer shorts and inhaled again, I could get used to this scent. His cock was standing to attention, hard as rock and already throbbing. I took him into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down as he moaned with pleasure. His breathing quickened just like it did when he was fucking those girls. I jerked him off for a couple of seconds as I sucked on his big balls - his sack in my mouth, I felt like I was in heaven.Before too long, I knew we were getting near the end. He was starting to make little gasping noises and his hips were thrusting ever so slowly and then faster.I started to go faster as I realised he was reaching the end, and before I knew it his load was spraying into my throat, he was pushing his cock as deep as it would go and his balls emptied into me. It tasted incredible. He laid on my bed as I looked up at him, savouring the site of my best friend, his hard dick beginning to wilt and I knew that I had done my job. And I knew it would happen again. I just knew it.