johnny is the first and only guy i ever met who could give me a blow job and never let his own dick get hard.
now don't get me wrong. i don't particularly care if a dude going down on me gets off or not. in fact, it's less pressure on me if he doesn't. you know what i mean, i think.
if you were a str8 guy letting a dude get you off with his mouth, you might feel a little uncomfortable if the other guy is getting too enthusiastic. i mean, i've had guys who wanted me to reciprocate, and... well, that's just not my thing.
so when a guy isn't obviously hot and bothered, it kind of takes the pressure off of me, and i can just relax and enjoy it without worrying about what that other guy might be thinking, or expecting in return.
anyway, about me and johnny. we met in sophomore year in college, out with a bunch of bros drinking and just fucking around. he was along as a friend of a friend, or maybe better just say a bro of a bro of mine.
i liked johnny right off. i mean, i'm a take-charge kind of guy, and johnny is... well, how to put this? i guess johnny is just a natural-born follower. Johnny has followed me into some pretty chill adventures, willing to take any risks that i led him into, even though you can tell he would never do that shit on his own.
the other thing about johnny is that he's a real bro. i mean, you can count on him to drink with you, watch a game with you, share his stash, be your wing man at a bar or a party. whatever you need, johnny will supply. he's as solid as they come.
one night i found out just how solid. we had ended up back at my place, and the other guys had gradually drifted off back to their own cribs, so it was just johnny and me. we had a fair bit to drink that night, and whenever i drink, i get horny. and i'm one of these dudes who just can't keep the fact of my horniness to myself. i've gotta talk about it, and even if i don't talk about it, the big bulge in my boxers makes it perfectly impossible to ignore.
oh, yeah, didn't i say? i've got a really big, fat cock.
ok, so, we're there and i'm talking a whole bunch of shit about how much i would love a blow job right about now. so johnny up and says, "i can do that for ya, bro." you coulda knocked me down with a fucking feather. "dude, i didn't have you figured for a cocksucker!" i blurted out, before i could realize how that would sound to johnny.
"no, no, i'm not into dudes, man. it's just that i would do anything for you, bro." he sounded completely sincere.
well, most of my bros wouldn't do that for me, even if they were pretty loaded. when this had happened before, it had always been some guy who was obviously very into dudes, especially well-hung dudes.
well, johnny performed like a trooper. he could really go pretty far down on that thing, and the more i moaned and groaned, the more he wanted to please.
but i couldn't help noticing that he wasn't furiously jerking himself off while he was swallowing my hog, like all those other guys before him had done. then, through the opening in his boxers as he crouched there in front of me, i could see that he wasn't even hard. i mean his own dick was just hanging there the way it usually did at the gym or in the dorm showers.
now johnny is a little guy, maybe 5' 6" or 5' 7", and while he's not really "endowed," what he's got looks pretty big on him, the way it does on most small guys with his kind of equipment. but he was very obviously not getting a boner.
i didn't say anything until he was done. he sucked me to the point where i was going nuts, and then he finished me off by jerking my cock till i blasted.
at that point, i asked,"didn't that do anything for you, bro?"
"hell, yeah! it's an honor to do such a personal service for a real buddy."
i took a chance. "would you do one more thing for me?"
"sure, just name it."
"would you lick up that mess?"
"and swallow it?" he said, his voice a little shaky.
"yeah, and eat it all," i pushed back, feeling a little domineering all of a sudden.
"glad to do a bro a solid," was all he said, and got right to it.
at this point, i didn't know what more to say.
"well, i'd better get back," he mumbled, and started to get up.
"wait, i wanna ask you one more thing."
"what's that?"
"tell me the truth, johnny. would you do what you just did for any dude?"
it took him a few seconds, but he replied, "no, bro. just for you, 'cause you're my lead man. nobody else makes me do crazy shit like you do. i really appreciate that."
now i was the one who had no words. he left, and i instantly felt his absence. I shouldn't have let him go, though i couldn't think why.
later, one night weeks later, after we had repeated that scene a few times, i finally asked him.
'johnny, bro," i began lamely, "i guess i understand why you do this for me, but... well, you're the only guy who ever sucked my cock who didn't get excited and bone up and jerk off. i just wondered, why is that?"
He just looked me right in the eye, and gave me that shy little half-smile of his. "well, you know i'm kinda shy. i could never show a bone in front of a guy with a cock as big as yours. and anyway, you know this isn't about sex or love, or any of that shit. it's about respect, and gratitude, and loyalty."
i can be cool with that. we're pretty tight, johnny and me, and i guess that's the way we like it.
now don't get me wrong. i don't particularly care if a dude going down on me gets off or not. in fact, it's less pressure on me if he doesn't. you know what i mean, i think.
if you were a str8 guy letting a dude get you off with his mouth, you might feel a little uncomfortable if the other guy is getting too enthusiastic. i mean, i've had guys who wanted me to reciprocate, and... well, that's just not my thing.
so when a guy isn't obviously hot and bothered, it kind of takes the pressure off of me, and i can just relax and enjoy it without worrying about what that other guy might be thinking, or expecting in return.
anyway, about me and johnny. we met in sophomore year in college, out with a bunch of bros drinking and just fucking around. he was along as a friend of a friend, or maybe better just say a bro of a bro of mine.
i liked johnny right off. i mean, i'm a take-charge kind of guy, and johnny is... well, how to put this? i guess johnny is just a natural-born follower. Johnny has followed me into some pretty chill adventures, willing to take any risks that i led him into, even though you can tell he would never do that shit on his own.
the other thing about johnny is that he's a real bro. i mean, you can count on him to drink with you, watch a game with you, share his stash, be your wing man at a bar or a party. whatever you need, johnny will supply. he's as solid as they come.
one night i found out just how solid. we had ended up back at my place, and the other guys had gradually drifted off back to their own cribs, so it was just johnny and me. we had a fair bit to drink that night, and whenever i drink, i get horny. and i'm one of these dudes who just can't keep the fact of my horniness to myself. i've gotta talk about it, and even if i don't talk about it, the big bulge in my boxers makes it perfectly impossible to ignore.
oh, yeah, didn't i say? i've got a really big, fat cock.
ok, so, we're there and i'm talking a whole bunch of shit about how much i would love a blow job right about now. so johnny up and says, "i can do that for ya, bro." you coulda knocked me down with a fucking feather. "dude, i didn't have you figured for a cocksucker!" i blurted out, before i could realize how that would sound to johnny.
"no, no, i'm not into dudes, man. it's just that i would do anything for you, bro." he sounded completely sincere.
well, most of my bros wouldn't do that for me, even if they were pretty loaded. when this had happened before, it had always been some guy who was obviously very into dudes, especially well-hung dudes.
well, johnny performed like a trooper. he could really go pretty far down on that thing, and the more i moaned and groaned, the more he wanted to please.
but i couldn't help noticing that he wasn't furiously jerking himself off while he was swallowing my hog, like all those other guys before him had done. then, through the opening in his boxers as he crouched there in front of me, i could see that he wasn't even hard. i mean his own dick was just hanging there the way it usually did at the gym or in the dorm showers.
now johnny is a little guy, maybe 5' 6" or 5' 7", and while he's not really "endowed," what he's got looks pretty big on him, the way it does on most small guys with his kind of equipment. but he was very obviously not getting a boner.
i didn't say anything until he was done. he sucked me to the point where i was going nuts, and then he finished me off by jerking my cock till i blasted.
at that point, i asked,"didn't that do anything for you, bro?"
"hell, yeah! it's an honor to do such a personal service for a real buddy."
i took a chance. "would you do one more thing for me?"
"sure, just name it."
"would you lick up that mess?"
"and swallow it?" he said, his voice a little shaky.
"yeah, and eat it all," i pushed back, feeling a little domineering all of a sudden.
"glad to do a bro a solid," was all he said, and got right to it.
at this point, i didn't know what more to say.
"well, i'd better get back," he mumbled, and started to get up.
"wait, i wanna ask you one more thing."
"what's that?"
"tell me the truth, johnny. would you do what you just did for any dude?"
it took him a few seconds, but he replied, "no, bro. just for you, 'cause you're my lead man. nobody else makes me do crazy shit like you do. i really appreciate that."
now i was the one who had no words. he left, and i instantly felt his absence. I shouldn't have let him go, though i couldn't think why.
later, one night weeks later, after we had repeated that scene a few times, i finally asked him.
'johnny, bro," i began lamely, "i guess i understand why you do this for me, but... well, you're the only guy who ever sucked my cock who didn't get excited and bone up and jerk off. i just wondered, why is that?"
He just looked me right in the eye, and gave me that shy little half-smile of his. "well, you know i'm kinda shy. i could never show a bone in front of a guy with a cock as big as yours. and anyway, you know this isn't about sex or love, or any of that shit. it's about respect, and gratitude, and loyalty."
i can be cool with that. we're pretty tight, johnny and me, and i guess that's the way we like it.
