He was so good at jerking me off, really fast long strokes. "i know how u like it...." he said. so i grabbed his balls and told him "i know how u like...it too." "mmmmm i cum so hard when u play with my balls." i switched off playing with his balls and jerking his cock. "oh fuck, im not gonna let u win again." "i dont think u have a choice....." he kept jerking me harder, trying to pull off the victory. as i would caress his balls, my index finger would lightly graze his ass, and i could tell. We had become fast friends, and the best kinds of friends. We shared everything with one another; our hopes, dreams, and even our sexual fetishes. He often hinted at the fact we should hook up, or that he found me attractive enough that he wanted to get together with me. We were friends, so I pushed him off. I never wanted to make our friendship muddled with sex.One sunny Spring morning, my phone rang. It was my best friend, Grant. "Hi honey!" I greeted him. "How are you?" I'm horny as hell". I sat, uncomfortable in button-down shirt and tie, in a conference room in Gilette's corporate headquarters in Massachusetts. An ambitious young man in an impeccable suit gestured with his laser pointer at a graph. "The leaders in the razor market agreed last month to share data on the phenomenon. The results are shocking. Sales of men's razors fell 21% across the board last year, and the decrease is continuing and accelerating. We project a further loss of 35% this year if current trends. His movements getting faster... 3.. 2.. 1... But that was before. Now that I'm free, I can enjoy life, I can enjoy those things I was meant to as a child. As a 16 year old pubescent boy, full of hormones and what not. A vampire-white, black haired, video-game designing, emotional teenage boy. I still remember the night it all started. Back then, I was free. I had wonderful parents, a younger 7 year old sister, and even a twin that looks nothing like me. I had my own room, my own computer, my.