You know how it goes. You accidentally suck off your straight buddy that one time because you were both drunk/stoned, and now, he acts like you're his own personal on-call cocksucker. It wasn't even supposed to happen! You tried laughing it off as a kinda joke, and he seemed to realize that. You know it wasn't something that counted because you were really fucked up that time. Right? But ever since then whenever you're alone with him watching TV or playing video games or even just driving around aimlessly, his pants (which he's wearing in "sagger" fashion so most of his sweet ass is just out there all the time covered only by his ratty, giant, boxer shorts) drift down just enough for his junk to make an appearance. The fleshy tube and some pubes peeking out the fly of his underwear... I guess it's just a hazard of wearing his over-sized pants way too low. Then, he absent-mindedly squeezes his prick a few times and it starts getting bigger and longer and fatter and a bunch of tiny veins start showing through the skin. He leans back. He doesn't say anything to you. Shit, he doesn't even glance your direction. This straight guy just fucking presumes since you did it that one time BY ACCIDENT that casually waving his meaty baton in your presence is going to make you want to go down on him. Like it's something you can't possibly resist. Like seeing his hard dick causes your mouth to fill with saliva and your own cock to get rock hard.

I mean, sure... you touch it. It's THERE. You can hardly ignore it. Your fingers gently grip the thick column and you kinda glide your hand up and down a few times but that doesn't mean you're going to suck it this time! He's fucking oblivious, staring at the TV screen or looking out the window and whatnot. He's so presumptuously positive that your open mouth is going to descend onto the taut bulb of his dickhead, that you're compelled to kiss and lick and suck on his absolutely available bone.

He probably thinks that you've been sneaking glances at his sexy parts for years, secretly dreaming of getting a little taste. Yeah, I'm sure that he's reassessing your entire history as “buddies” and picking out all of the occasions where you groped him for a laugh, or stood too close when you were both pissing, and all of those sweaty wrestling matches you initiated and lost. You want to tell him that you've always just thought of him as a friend and that you had no ulterior motives since you were kids... but you can't. You just can't. How can you explain anything when you've got his spittle-sopped, throbbing, giant cockknob jutting it's way down your throat? It's hard to say anything at that point. Amirite?