In my late teens, friends and I would always stay over at each others houses if for nothing else than to save our parents having to pick us up. This was nearly always the case with my best friend Art and me. In hindsight, heavily hormonal teens sharing a bedroom or even top-to-toeing is an obvious recipe! But at the time, to start with at least, there was nothing wrong with us going to bed swapping fantasies and even wanking to see who would come first and then who could come again quickest! All innocent enough. Naturally this evolved and there was a handful (pun intended!) of occasions when I wanked him off. It never went any further than that and he promised each time to return the favour next time, but that never materialised. At the time I felt a bit robbed, but I was always the one who would end up doing the deed. I never really gave it any thought, beyond the fact that I got off on making him come and if I am honest about it, loved having him spunk all over my hand and then use that same sticky hand on my own neglected hard on! In my fantasies nowadays, I often go back to Art. Mostly this is because of the old, if only I knew then what I knew now! And also because to this day, Art's is probably the largest cock I have experienced. Today in my mind, I do much more than wank his big hard on... it goes in my mouth, I hold it next to my own slim 6 inches and marvel at its size, wondering if there is any way I could this huge member into my arse. In my head, we still fantasy talk, but now it is him briefing me on what to wear before getting into bed, him picking an acquaintance or celebrity name to call me. And then I get in with him and play and tease his cock, help it to swell to its full magnificence, open my mouth wide to let him in and try and get it as far in my throat as I can. I will wank and squeeze his shaft while I bathe his balls with my tongue, flicking it southwards over his perineum see how near I can to licking his arsehole before he tells me to stop. I will ask him where he wants to come, hoping that the answer is my mouth. He says my mouth and I ask him if that is how his girlfriend . He scoffs and in the dark I smile and slip my mouth back onto his engorged cock hoping that he feels me kiss it and the pattern that my tongue tries to make on his hard helmet in what little room is left. I move slowly on and off and hum a little onto his shaft, I want to make him feel it in my mouth as much as I do. God it is so hard and smooth, my throat struggles with the size of it and I concentrate on relaxing savouring the smooth rub of his shaft as I ease it continually in and out of my lips. I lift off to ask him if he likes my tight mouth and he groans a response which I take to mean yes. I love your cock I tell him with a kiss to the tip and I love your come, especially when you give it to my hungry mouth. I keep my voice low and soft, I tease him with kisses all over his tip and shaft, and even a couple deep under his balls while he is distracted, as I carry on teasing him. Let me guess, I suggest, that she blows you, but I am sure not as good as me. Another groan and I sense his urgency starting to rise. And I bet she does not mouth fuck you like either, another groan. Such a shame, I hint, what does she fuck you with? And there is a short pause and deep breath as I plunge his cock deep again before hearing his answer of pussy. Such a shame, a cock this beautiful only gets the pussy! He coughs and is about to respond, but I do not need an answer this time. I take my finger and thumb and make a ring at the bas of his shaft, holding him hard and straight up. I lean forward and take him swiftly into my wet mouth and then plunge on and off in earnest. I already know Art likes this and even if I did not, the clues are there as his bum starts to lift of the bed and his rock hard cock begins to twitch and swell slightly. He cries out, albeit in a whisper. It is very difficult to smile around such a big dick as I fuck it, but smile I do as I am sure I hear him say her name. That is right I think to myself, fuck your frigid whore's mouth. I suck down even more and am greeted by the first shot, warm and deep in my mouth I enjoy the feel of it in my throat as I swallow down and then squirt after squirt and his salty taste fills my mouth. 20 seconds later and I know that he is pretending to be asleep as I lick the come off his shaft that somehow escaped my lips. Another 20 and I am sure he will be asleep. He rolls over and mumbles something about next time as I lie there grinning from ear to ear, my cock bulging at the lacy knickers I wear and licking the come and sweat mix from around my mouth. I slide my hand into my undies and hold my hard on as I drift off to sleep. I wonder if he will wake up hard I wonder....