Chapter 1: Introduction
“Jimmy, I have a problem.”
Damian slammed the kitchen cabinet and spilled the cookies onto the counter before carefully selecting one and shoving the whole thing into his mouth. Jimmy, washing the few dishes left from last night's pizza party at the sink, cocked an eyebrow without turning around.
“What’s up, buddy?” He asked after a moment, not expecting an answer.
“It’s my dick.”
Jimmy stilled. The water from the faucet kept running, filling the room with a soft, consistent hum. He slowly turned to face Damian and wiped his hands on a towel hanging by the sink.
“What do you mean, your dick?” he finally asked, his voice low and serious. The casual joking tone had been replaced by genuine concern.
Damian took a deep breath before saying, “I’ve got eczema...
on my dick.” His voice wavered, hesitating briefly before finishing. He met Jimmy's gaze, searching for sympathy or perhaps understanding.
Jimmy stared back, silent for a long moment before finally saying, “Dude, that sucks. Have you seen a doctor about it?”
Damian shook his head. “I’ve tried creams and lotions, but nothing seems to work. I’ve been too embarrassed to see a doctor about it.”
Compassion filled Jimmy's face as he looked at his friend.
“That’s rough, man. Have you tried anything else? What about using a humidifier in your bedroom, to keep the air moist?”
Damian shook his head. “I haven’t tried that. I didn’t know it could help. But I was thinkin of sum else Dat' might help.” Damian said Jimmy said hesitantly, before continuing, “Blowjobs, you know, could keep that area moist, and the skin supple, preventing the eczema from flaring up.”
Damian’s skepticism was apparent as he replied, “Blowjobs? Really? I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”
Ignoring his friend’s concerns, Jimmy persisted, “Just hear me out, okay? I’m not talking about a regular BJ either.
I mean deep-throating and all that. It’s not just the act itself, but the suction can help the blood flow and bring oxygen to your nether regions, promoting healing.”
Damian raised his eyebrows, doubting Jimmy’s claim. “Are you sure about that? It sounds ridiculous.”
Jimmy shrugged, conceding. “Well, okay, it might sound a little crazy, but there’s no harm in trying, right?” Jimmy pushed on. “Think about it, Damian; I’m your closest friend, and I’m sure you trust me.
I’ve been practicing deep throating since high school, and I’m pretty good at it. I could keep your dick nice and wet, and the skin smooth—just like a moisturizing lotion but better.”
Damian stared at Jimmy, taken aback by his friend’s words. “I don’t know, Jimmy. That’s a pretty extreme solution. And what if I get turned on and can’t control myself?”
Jimmy chuckled and slapped Damian on the shoulder. “That’s the point, buddy.
I mean deep-throating and all that. It’s not just the act itself, but the suction can help the blood flow and bring oxygen to your nether regions, promoting healing.”
Damian raised his eyebrows, doubting Jimmy’s claim. “Are you sure about that? It sounds ridiculous.”
I could keep your dick nice and wet, and the skin smooth—just like a moisturizing lotion but better.”
Damian stared at Jimmy, taken aback by his friend’s words. And what if I get turned on and can’t control myself?”
Jimmy chuckled and slapped Damian on the shoulder. “Well, Jimmy-boy, that’s precisely why this plan is genius.
I can focus on just enjoying the sensation, knowing it’s for my own wellbeing. But how can we make sure I don’t get carried away?”
Jimmy smirked, understanding. “dont worry bout none of dat', just use ma mouth as a cum dumpster. You can face fuck me as hard as you want, I don't mind.
I'll keep those lips of yours occupied, and the area nice and moist, preventing any eczema flare-ups.”
Damian hesitated, pondering the offer. It sounded unconventional and wild, but at this point, he felt like he had run out of options. Jimmy noticed the contemplation on Damian's face and assured him, “Hey, you know I'm a good friend. You can trust me to help you in any way I can.
Besides, there’s no one else I’d rather help than you,” Jimmy reassured him, putting a hand on Damian’s shoulder.
Damian looked deep into his friend’s eyes, contemplating. “Alright, Jimmy, I’m willing to give it a try. But I’m nervous. It feels so weird—having you do this for me.”
Jimmy grinned. “There’s nothing to worry about. This is just between friends. Hell, I might even learn something new about deep throating from this experience, you know?
I could call myself "The Eczema Creamer" - A professional therapy administered for those who suffer from the consequences of incurable Eczema," Jimmy joked, making Damian chuckle.
Damian whipped out his cock. To Jimmy's surprise it was a thick, long veiny dick. It looked you cud hit a home run wit it
, he thought. Damian's cock was semi-hard at this point, and Jimmy immediately set to work.
Kneeling in front of Damian, Jimmy put his hands on Damian's hips and looked up at him with his doe eyes. "Relax," he said softly, before opening his mouth and taking in the whole tip of Damian's cock.
Damian inhaled sharply as the warmth of Jimmy's mouth enveloped him, his body tensing up and Jimmy had to pull back. "You gotta relax, man.
Don't think of it as anything sexual, just focus on the sensation," Jimmy said, before taking Damian's cock back into his mouth, deeper this time.
Damian took a deep breath, feeling himself slowly relax as Jimmy went to work. The sensation of Jimmy's warm, wet mouth around his shaft was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he found himself surprisingly enjoying it.
Jimmy moved his head back and forth, swirling his tongue around the tip of Damian's cock, before taking him as deep into his throat as possible.
Damian lost control n started fuckin Jimmy's face wit abandon. Jimmy, although taken aback for a minute, surprised Damian by taking the rough treatment with ease.
The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room as Damian held Jimmy's head in place, thrusting his hips back and forth.
Damian couldn't believe it, but it felt incredible.
Jimmy had been right; this was like a highly effective lotion. With each thrust, Damian felt his skin grow smoother, the eczema fading away.
Jimmy's swirls of tongue and the deep suction were magic, healing Damian in ways he never thought possible.
Jimmy wuz gaggin
hard, but he showed no signs of discomfort, only determination.
He took it all in, even as Damian's grip tightened on his hair and the force of his thrusts became more urgent.
Damian's eyes rolled back, and he surrendered to the pleasure that coursed through his veins, the sweet release of tension he had long been carrying.
He let out a deep, guttural moan, unable to suppress it.
Jimmy persisted, his mouth continuing to work its magic on Damian's shaft.
an chokin, but his doe eyes never faltered. He looked up at Damian, conveying confidence and excitement.
Damian's toes curled as he felt his release approach. He let himself go, spilling his load down Jimmy's throat. Jimmy sucked harder, drawing out every drop from him. The feeling was intense and exhilarating, and Damian couldn't believe the improvement in his skin.
Jimmy, with his tongue working its magic, had not only alleviated Damian's physical discomfort but also helped him regain his lost confidence. As the last shudders of pleasure subsided, Damian could only gaze at his friend with gratitude.
However, his feelings quickly gave way to awkwardness, and they lay there, both unsure of what to do—or say—next. Damian broke the silence first. "Thanks, Jimmy...I mean, Jesus, I can't believe it worked."
Jimmy chuckled, shaking his head. "No problem, man.
You're welcome." Jimmy grinned, wiping the stickiness from his chin.
Damian shook his head in disbelief. "It just seems surreal. I've never felt so...cared for."
Jimmy shrugged, blushing slightly. "Well, after all this time, it seems about time we start taking care of each other more."
As they lay in silence, Damian couldn't help but take one last look at Jimmy, his best friend who had just done something incredibly intimate for him. He felt a warmth spread throughout his body, admiration mixing with gratitude.
Jimmy was the best friend anyone could ever ask for—he had been selfless, caring and so giving.
Jimmy's chuckle brought Damian out of his thoughts, and he caught the faint blush on his best friend's cheeks. "Well, this is a new experience for me, but if it helps my friend, I'm happy to do it—no matter how weird it might seem," Jimmy clarified.
"And remember you don't have to ask me, you can just come up to me and fuck my face whenever you feel like it." Jimmy added with a mischievous grin:
"Really, I can? Whenever I want?" said Damian, feigning incredulousness but appreciative of the offer none-the-less.
"Anytime, buddy. In fact, I think I'm going to need to schedule regular appointments to keep your private areas in tip-top shape." Jimmy winked, a playful arrogance in his eyes.
"I can be your personal eczema creamer, you know. At your service, 24/7."
Damian couldn't believe Jimmy's audacity, but his teasing tone brought a smile to his face.
The rest of the day passed without either of them bringing up the intimate act they had shared, but the memory lingered in the air between them, filling every interaction with a newfound intimacy.
The next day, Jimmy entered Damian's room.
Just in time Damian wuz needing Jimmy's throat
again.
He'd grown used to the sensation in a single day, and the mere thought of eczema flaring up filled him with dread.
“Mornin’, buddy,” Jimmy said cheerily, closing the door behind him.
He'd come prepared, wearing a fresh pair of sweats, with no underwear beneath.
“Jimmy, you ready for another session?” Damian said eagerly, closing his laptop.
“Always for you, Damian.
It’s no problem,” replied Jimmy with his signature casual, jovial attitude. He strode confidently across the dimly-lit room, the misplaced sense of normality settling over their interaction.
Jimmy obeyed, laying back onto the cool linen and examining his friend’s intent expression.
Damian yanked Jimmy to his knees n shoved his cock in his throat , slamming another round of exaggerated, eczema-curing action.
Jimmy twirled his tongue, sucking efficiently, eliciting strangled groans from Damian. Each time, the strong suction and rapid movement of his jaw relieved the stress that had built up since the previous session, lending Damian a new level of calmness.
The third day passed, and the pattern of their daily rituals solidified.
Jimmy would enter Damian's room, always with an expression that suggested he was somewhere else—perhaps thinking about his favorite video games or the girl he'd been meaning to ask out.
Damian's eyes followed Jimmy's every move, taking in the familiar face and actions of his best friend. It was still strange, having this intimate connection with the one person who had been there for him through so many experiences, but Damian couldn't deny the growing connection between them. There was a level of trust and understanding that had never been there before.
Their routine continued.
Each day, Jimmy would walk into Damian's room, always with an impassive expression on his face, and drop to his knees, servicing his friend. And each day, a part of Damian felt a shiver of guilt crawl up his spine, as if he were exploiting their friendship for the sake of a cure.
But Jimmy never seemed to mind. In fact, the more they did this, the more natural it became for him—and it wasn't long before Damian started to notice a change in Jimmy's demeanor.
Every day I wud fuck Jimmy's throat like if it was a flesh light
or a cum deposit box, he thought to himself.
At dat' point Jimmy wasn't even human to me, he was just a hole for me to cum in
in.
It wasn't a sexual thing for Jimmy, it was just a way to help me out.
But the results are undeniable. My dick has never looked better, and I have Jimmy to thank for that.
Current day Im sitting on da couch, I see Jimmy walked out of his room, I called him over
ah.
I said 'Jimmy, I need you, come ovah and get on your knees!'
He knows exactly what I mean and makes his way over to me with a sly grin on his face.
He drops down in front of me and frees my now-erect cock from my pants.
He sucked on ma balls, they were hairy but he ain't care but a sigh of satisfaction escaped me.
He slid his warm, skilled mouth over my shaft, slowly enveloping me in ecstasy, causing my legs to shake in anticipation.
Every bob of his head sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, forgetting our strange predicament.
The eczema on my shaft had all but disappeared, and the skin was smooth once again.
I mounted Jimmy's head fuckin his face like a damn animal Fleshlight, I fucked him as if I could drill a hole right through it.
Jimmy gagged, struggling to take me in every time, his eyes wild with the intensity of the act, and yet, he never faltered.
My best friend, the one I trusted with my secrets, the one I confided in through my darkest times, was now an outlet for my pleasure, but also my healing.
As Jimmy deep-throated me, he looked up at me with his clear brown eyes.
"I've never done anything like this before, bro," he admitted, through the affirmative noises each time he took in my shaft.
"I thought you mentioned you'd practiced deep throating since high school?" I questioned him.
"Yeah, but nothing quite like this," he said, chuckling, before he went back to faithfully servicing my erupting desire.
His cheeks caved in making his face tighter tern every time he buried me deeper into his throat.
The sensation intensified as Jimmy sucked, gulping down my cock like a pro.
My body tensed up, and I held onto Jimmy’s head, forcing him to take every inch of me, while savoring the sensations surging through my body.
For a moment, I felt guilt about taking advantage of our friendship.
But I had to remember that Jimmy had willingly offered to help me in this most unusual way.
He was here, on his knees because he wanted to help me.
I grabbed his hair n violently fucked his face.
He made guttural noises as my cock was bathed in saliva.
The feeling of relief flooded over me, letting go of months of accumulated anxiety over my condition.
As my climax neared, I could feel Jimmy's determination intensify, desperate to provide the relief I so desperately needed.
He let out a long, muffled moan as I released, taking it all deep into him.
I was telling him how much I appreciated him. We were casual conversations while I fucked his throat.
Although he would never finish up his sentences because I would just interrupt him with my dick in his throat. Here's an example of our conversations
during our sessions:
Jimmy: Ah, there you are! I was just—"
Me: (Shoving my cock in his mouth, interrupting him)
Jimmy: (Squirming, trying to take it all in) "Mmph! Thiss sizseess!"
Me: (Smirking) "You love it, don't you?"
Jimmy: (Nodding) "Mmhmm!" (Choking a bit)
Me: (Holding his head still, my shaft deep in his throat) "Suck, Jimmy.
Swallow me up."
Jimmy: (A gag reflex made my cock slip out for a brief moment) "Man, I ain't never felt somethin' like this before!"
Me: "I know. Me neither, boy. But it works." (Sliding my cock back in)
Jimmy: (A smile crosses his face as he takes me deep once more) "I guess my days of being a virgin may be numbered.
I'm not getting anywhere with girls, but you... you're always here, and you always need me."
My eyes widen at this revelation, realization dawning on me. I carefully pull out of Jimmy's mouth and stare deeply into his eyes, a sudden surge of empathy flooding me.
Me: (Grabbing Jimmy's hand) "Oh, my God. Jimmy, you poor bastard. You don't have to do this..."
Jimmy: (Shaking his head) "No, no, don't worry.
(Another gag as I thrust deeper)"
Me: (Laughing and feeling the tingling of ecstasy begin to radiate from my core) "Don't worry, you're still a virgin. Let this be your first step. I'll help guide you through this process."
Jimmy would challenge me telling me to give him the most roughest throat fuck ever. Here's an example of our conversation .
during our rougher sessions:
Jimmy: "Ah, there you are! I was just - "
Me: (Shoving my cock in his mouth, interrupting him)
Jimmy: (Gagging, trying to take it all in) "Mmmph! Thisss izzez bad!"
Me: (Smiling confidently) "Just breathe, Jimmy.
Relax and let me in."
Jimmy: (Eyes watering, but determined) "Mhm," he nodded.
Me: (Appreciating his effort) "That's it.
You're doing great." I held his head still, my shaft deep in his throat, relishing the moment of stillness before letting out another urgent thrust.
Jimmy: (Gagging, struggling to adjust) "Oooff," he choked, but continued to bob up and down, attempting to make me feel at ease.
Me: (Trying to contain my laughter) "You've got to relax, man.
Focus on the feeling of having a dick in your mouth and not on the fact that it's yours best friend's cock."
Easier said than done, I suppose, but Jimmy took another deep breath and nodded, trying to push past the uncomfortability that lingered in his expression.
Me: (Sensing his struggle) "I know this is weird for you, but trust me, it's worth it. It's really making a difference for me."
Focus on the feeling of having a dick in your mouth and not on the fact that it's yours best friend's cock."