"Alright, let's see what you got." I place a couch cushion down at my feet for Emery to kneel on and tug my pants down without ceremony.
Emery's eyes are round with fear. "You used to suck my thumb when you were little."
"Yeah..."
"So suck my dick. It's just skin. It's the same."
"I can think of one big reason they're completely different," Emery gulps.
"Just start with a handjob." Emery takes me tentatively in hand and begins stroking slowly. Pretty soon, he gets into a good rhythm, probably intuiting what I'd like based on what he likes. "You've got a good hand. Nice and slow..."
Damn, I like him like this. This look suits him. I position his head; he closes his eyes and twists his neck in seductive motions, taking an impressive number of inches for his first time.
He swallows, too. Takes the extra step to make sure I'm properly relieved. That is true friendship right there, and I couldn't love him more.
The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and I'm feeling fulfilled as hell when he's finished. It was a lot of spit and gagging and involuntary tears but I never came so fast.