I became my friends slut and I really enjoyed it.

So this all started with me (M19) and my friend (M19). My friend was out as gay at the time and I was straight at the time. We would hang out all the time and stuff play games, watch movies, and all that stuff. One day while watching a movie he asked to cuddle on the couch. Now I had never cuddle with anyone before but I said sure. He was taller then me so he was big spoon and I was little spoon while we were under the blanket. This went on for a while he would hold me and I would hold him arm.

I wanna say not super long after that he ask to put his hand under my shirt. It didn't occur to me at the time that it would mean anything or anything like that. I said sure and let him have his arm under my shirt. I remember I felt a little turned on by this feeling his big arm under my shirt but I ignored it at the time. Then that became a normal thing. Then he asked if he could wear pajamas while we cuddle and I again saw no problem with this and we would both be in pajamas from then on when we cuddled on the couch.

It was not long after this did I feel his hand accidently touch my nipple and I guess from the feel of him behind me and him being so much bigger a very soft moan came out of me. He apologized a lot for it and after a minute I told him it was ok and he could touch it if he wanted to. It was here when I began to fall for my friend. Like putty in his hand I would squirm and moan all he wanted while he played with my nipple. I would begin to feel him get hard through his pajama pants and I would start to grind against hit. I remember hearing him sneer a bit when I did and it really turned me on. He asked if I was hard even though he could see it under the blanket. I moan back a yes. He asked if he could touch it and I said yes please like an easy little slut.

He started to touch it and man did he just have so much over me and I loved it. He asked to move to the bed. I never moved there so fast before in my life. I don't know what was over me just the want to feel his touch all over me. He began to feel me up all he wanted and I did whatever he wanted. He played with my nipples and whispered in my ear. He told me when to cum while he jacked me off and it was intense. Then he said jokingly "What about me? How am I gonna cum?" we both laughed for a moment and I said "If you're bigger then me i'll suck you off" At the time I thought I was big cause I didn't realize how big peoples got. Lets just say not only did he dwarf me in size he made sure I knew it. So he got to the edge of my bed I got on my knees and watched him flop it out. I remember feeling fuzzy in the head just wanting to worship and feel it on my face. I remember feeling his balls on my face and his cock smear over me. Then I began to suck him off and I enjoyed every moment of it.

From that moment on that became out usual. He would come over and use me how he wanted. He wouldn't even ask me what to watch he would just drop his pants and sit on the couch so I could come over and start giving it to him. He'd watch whatever he wanted play whatever he wanted. I just stayed a good boy and sucked him off all he wanted. After finished I would clean him up and put my head between his legs to get the smell of his balls and cock. I remember I would do it every time he came over which was pretty often. Sometimes he would play with my nipples or have me face him so his bigger cock could dwarf mine and remind me who was in charge.

Other things he would do was that I had a better computer then him. So he would make me be under my computer desk and suck him off while I worshipped his balls. I would be down there for as long as he wanted. He'd have me under the blanket to worship his balls and cock at night. He had me under the blankets sucking him off all night. I was forced to sleep by his balls and inhale his real man musk all night. It was brainwashing I swear. He'd use me anyway he wanted so easy without a question. When he would leave to go home I would pout and get so upset and he would make me feel like a pet watching his master leave the house.

I loved it all so much. Eventually he moved to college I still talk to him sometimes but we never talk about it. If given the chance I would do it again.