I wait anxiously for the first glimpse of the cock I am begging for. He says nothing, stands up and and unbuttons his jeans. 'Please, Mike, please let me suck you off.' I want his prick so badly now, I am obsessed. He looks at me with a glassy faraway look, as if he is not focusing on anything, and rubs his hard-on through his pants. The sight of his swelling bulge increases my desire to get his cock in my mouth. I look at his crotch anL$can see the obvious outline of his cock, and it's getting hard. He can't accept the idea of having sex with a friend. But he is holding back from letting me do him. I can see by the look in his eyes, that he is beginning to respond to my insistence, that he is getting hot on the idea of getting sucked off. 'Come on Mike, let me suck you off, I'll make it feel good. I mean, I've never thought of you in that way. I continue to ask him for his cock, hoping that my pleading, might make him change his mind. I'm so hot, I've just got to have a cock to suck.
