croak.

Stan took his cock out of his mouth and licked the saliva from his lips.

"Fred, baby, I love sucking your cock," he said.

Fred groaned and covered his eyes with his hand.

"Oh man that sounds so corny. It never sounds corny when a girl says it," he said. He looked at Kate, hoping she might help, but she only shrugged.

"Jesus, baby. You really need to relax," Stan said.

He was pumping his cock with one hand and licked the head. He plunged his cock to the back of his mouth again and bobbed his head up and down.

"Damnit Stan. You’re gonna make me cum," Fred said.

Stan didn’t stop or slow down, but sucked harder and deeper. Fred’s body tensed. He groaned, then grunted, and he was pumping his thick, heavy cum into his mouth. Stan’s cheeks swelled out until the flow stopped, then he swallowed all of it. He smiled and had a few white droplets on his teeth and lips.

"You got sweet cum," Stan said, and licked the cum off the head of Fred’s cock. "What did you think of that?"

"I don’t know. That was pretty good. I thought you were gonna swallow my cock."

Stan held his cock out as if he was examining it.

"I love to deep throat cocks. I have a lot of ... friends I guess, who have big cocks and come to me just because I can swallow them. Your cock, though, I don’t know. That’s gonna take a little practice," he said.

"What do you wanna to do next?" Fred said.

"I want you to suck me," Stan said.

Fred made a disgusted face. "Are you gonna cum in my mouth?"

"Only if you want me to," Stan said, and stood up.

Fred sat up. "The first time you did this, did you let the other guy cum in your mouth?"

"Definitely. I wanted his cum."

Fred looked at Kate again.

"What about you?" he said.

Kate shook her head. "The first time I blew a guy he shot his stuff on my face and it got in my eye."

"Oh," Fred said.

They had left him on an island. He turned back to Stan and held both hands in his lap so they couldn’t see that he was nervous and shaking. Stan stood right in front of him and he could see the outline of his cock in his pants. He stared at the shape like he was hypnotized by it. As if in a trance, he reached out and touched the bulge. What was it about seeing that Stan’s cock was hard that made him want to submit to his power?

He moved his hand over the bulge. Stan leaned forward, like he wanted to get his cock closer. The bulge looked huge, and it was so hard. It felt like it was burning his fingertips through the fabric of his jeans.

He was breathing hard. His fingers pulled down the zipper. Stan’s hand brushed his cheek.

"Looks good to you, doesn’t it?" he said.

Fred didn’t answer. He didn’t want to admit that he was drawn to his friend’s erection.

Stan forced the fly open, revealing his curly black pubic hair and the beginning of