All characters in this story are eighteen years old or older.
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I was walking home from spending the afternoon with my only friend, Maggie, when I noticed the group of guys playing football in one front yard. I knew Wayne Boudreau and his older brother, Shane, lived there, but Wayne was a loner and his brother was away at college, so I had no idea what was going on. Not that it was any of my business, especially since I wasn't on speaking terms with Wayne, who had a mean streak to rival a rattlesnake. Best to keep clear and keep my eyes on the street in front of me as I passed.
I made it past the house, just three houses down from my own, when I heard someone say "Is that him?" with a surprised, deep voice. I didn't hear an answer. "Hey!" the voice called out. Just ignore him. Pretend you don't hear him, I told myself, Just keep walking. "Hey, David!"
At the sound of my name, I instinctively turned and looked at Shane, who was calling me. He had no shirt on, despite the chill in the Spring air, and it occurred to me that college had been good to him. Where he once had an average build, he was now buff, like he had been hitting the weights. His black hair was combed and held in place with product, a far cry from the shaggy headed kid who left town in the Autumn. He was hotter than a bonfire on a July night.
Don't look at his crotch, I told myself, Don't look at his crotch. I found myself reprimanding myself of that a lot these days. Trying to exercise some self-control, I hadn't masturbated in a week, and I was horny enough to take on our school's football team.
"Hey, David, I heard you came out of the closet," Shane said matter of fact after he caught up with me.
"So?" I asked, not sure where this was going. It had been my experience that these conversations usually went one of two ways. The guy- or guys- either wanted to fuck me or hit me. Thus far, none of them had fucked me.
"So, my girlfriend is with her family for Spring Break, and I could sure use a blow job." I just stood there, shocked. "What do you say you do me a favor?"
I looked back at Wayne, who was looking uncomfortable, given the situation, or any situation that required social interaction. His brother just propositioned me. The eternally shy boy in school must be mortified.
I looked at Shane's crotch and wondered if his cock was as big as his muscles. I had never sucked off a guy before. Aside from masturbating to gay porn on-line, and playing with a dildo I stole from my sister, I had never had sex with a guy. This is my chance, I told myself, Today you finally get to touch another guy's cock.
"Where?" I asked, suddenly suspicious. After all, this was Wayne Boudreau's brother. He was older than we were, so I didn't know if he was as mean as Wayne was or not.
"Inside," he said invitingly, "We can go to my room. The 'rents aren't home."
"Okay," I heard myself say, but not meaning to. I should just go home.
"Great!" he smiled a smile of perfect teeth, "Come on, little brother. You might learn something."
Oh, great, Wayne was coming with us. I felt a shiver of fear begin to cause tremors of nervousness as Shane wrapped an arm snugly around my neck and lead me into the house. Wayne was right behind us, clutching the football like he was trying to strangle it.
In Shane's bedroom, I sat on the edge of his bed as Shane unfastened his pants and freed his thick eight inch cock. Compared to own six inches, it looked huge. I looked on as Wayne closed the door behind him and slumped into the desk chair, his long black bangs falling into his big brown eyes, watching as Shane moved in close, rubbing the head of his cock on my lips. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"Open up, baby," he cooed.
I opened my mouth and felt the spongy head press between my lips, followed by a hard, veiny shaft. I sucked on it, moving my lips up and down over the head of his cock. He pressed deeper into my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat. I choked as my gag reflex was hit. He laughed and pushed deeper, past my gag spot, into my throat. My throat felt like it might bust open as he fucked my mouth, then pulled back, leaving his cock head in my mouth, then pushed in again until his pubes were tickling my nose.
"You see, little brother," he told Wayne, "If you want something, you have to go after it."
"Just stop it," Wayne told Shane, his voice bristling, "You've made your point."
"Not yet, I haven't," he smirked, pulling his cock out of my mouth. He looked down at me, smiling. "Take off your pants. I want to fuck you."
"No way!" Wayne insisted, rising from the chair to approach his brother. Shane pushed him on the bed next to me.
"Then you fuck the little faggot!" Shane yelled at him, stroking his cock gently, "One of us is going to fuck him."
I looked at Shane's big cock and thought of my little dildo. I used it often when masturbating, fantasizing about being fucked by a guy, but I was in control and this was getting out of hand fast. I knew I was in trouble, that Shane was every bit as mean as Wayne was. Now I was going to get fucked by one of them, maybe both, and probably have the shit beaten out of me afterward. Why didn't I just go home?
"Okay!" Wayne shouted at him, his temper flared, "I'll fuck him. Just get out."
"This is my room, little brother. I'm staying. Besides, I've gotta make sure you go through with it and not just wuss out."
