The Scent of Coc - First Time

It was a company trip---well 'company' isn't the best description of the business I worked for. It was a cram school. If you've ever visited Asia, you know what I'm talking about. A place kids and adults go to, usually in the evening, in order to learn things they're interested in. Me and Brandon were both foreigners and taught mostly adults conversational English.

It was a pretty easy job. I had been doing it for five years. Brandon a little less, he had been teaching for about three years. Since we were the only two westerners at the place we became good friends. We'd hang out together with our girlfriends/wives, go out for coffee, and go to each other's house on the weekends and holidays.

Up until today it was all straight bro stuff.

Brandon, who was a nice looking guy who was in good shape. He went to the gym three days a week. Me not totally out of shape, but I was a little older and more into writing.

Before he started teaching English, Brandon did some modeling work back in Europe. Once he even showed me an ad he did for male underwear---he looked good. I understood why girls went for him. People who had seen the ad joked about it with him, but he didn't seem to mind the ribbing. I'm not sure I would have been brave enough to tell anyone if I'd done that kind of work before and shown them a photo with my cock bulging out of a gray pair of tighty-whiteies. He didn't have any reason to be embarrassed, the bulge was definitely impressive.

I'm sure he could have picked up a fair amount of stray if he ever wanted to. He and I were both busy making money and faithful to our wives. That's probably why nobody ever thought about putting us in the same room together when our wives decided to stay home for this trip.

That day, we had spent at the beach and had just come back to the hotel to shower and change clothes. We were expected to go to dinner with the group later that evening. They told us we were going to the pool for a barbecue the hotel was sponsoring for its guests.

I was talking to my wife and Brandon was in the shower. He went first and I was hanging out waiting for my turn. When I heard the water shut off, I said good by to my wife and got ready for my turn.

I wasn't prepared for Brandon to come out of the shower with the towel over his shoulder and not wrapped around his waist. He didn't even try covering himself up and just strutted past me with his cock swinging like guys used to do in the locker room after a game.

We were both boys so there was really no need to be modest, but I wasn't prepared for the effect it would have on me. Early that day, I'd notice the bulge in his swim suit. The size hadn't diminished from the bulge I'd seen in his underwear photo. It's odd we had gone swimming together many times in the past but I never really looked at his package. I only noticed it today because some girls pointing to it and smiling.

So, I guess I was curious and wanted to take a look at it unharnessed, It was, after all, the first time I saw him totally naked. His uncut cock, soft about 8 inches swayed from side-to-side as he walked past me. When he sprawled out on the other bed, I watched his meat flop on top of his leg. Impressive, I thought to myself.

I should have gotten up right then and there and gone into the shower, but for some reason I didn't. To this day, I'm not really clear why I hesitated. What I do know is that once I saw his cock, it was difficult for me to turn away from it. It was like I was possessed and couldn't stop looking at it.

His cock was beautiful---a real specimen of a man. Much larger than mine, smooth, and uncut. I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before and had always wanted to see one. That alone, made me curious.

"I didn't realize you were so well hung," I said to him in a casual buddy like manner. He didn't say a word and only looked at me and smiled proud of his manhood.

Then he reached down and flopped his dick from side to side, stretched it so that I could see it better. "It's even nicer when it gets hard," he said, and started tugging on his cock. "let me show you."

I didn't say anything. I scooted over to the side of my bed, put my feet on the floor, in an attempt to show him that I was going to leave and go take a shower.

But... I didn't stand up. My legs weren't reacting to what my mind told them to do. His cock was beginning to grow and all I could do was watch him play with it.

"It looks like you like it," he said to me smiling as if he could read my mind. But it wasn't my mind he was reading, there was something else giving myself away. He nodded to the towel that was covering my own cock. I looked down and noticed that I was getting hard. What could I say at this point. The tent in my towel was giving me away. I gave a slight nod and kept on watching him tug on his cock.

"Do you want to feel it?"

I was dumbstruck and didn't know what to say. Lie and say "no" he'd see right through that. Instead I nodded and went over to his bed so that I could inspect it more closely.

I reached out with my index finger and touched his cock. I pulled his foreskin down and let my other finger wrap around his cock. It was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock. I moved his foreskin back and forth while watching his cock head peeked in and out.

When I tightened my fingers around it and tugged a little more firmly, Brandon moaned and I could see his head turn up. He was starting to enjoy it and leaned back against the wall, spread his legs open a little wider and exposed all of himself to me. I looked up at his face... his eyes were closed and like the rise in my cock had shown him how much I liked seeing him play with his cock, his face was showing me how much he was enjoying me wanking him.

"That feels good," he murmured. "Come a little closer and I'll do you while you do me."

I scooted over on the bed until I was right next to him. He opened up the towel, let it drop to the floor and began fondling my cock. "It's cute'" he said.

I looked up at him, "It's what'" I asked.

"It's cute," he said smiling, white teasing my cock.

There were girls that had called my cock cute in the past---they didn't stay with me for very long. I think I now understood why I had seen them later with stronger, more masculine men. I wasn't sure how to react to Brandon. I didn't care I was getting into jacking him off.

I continued working his cock back and forth as it kept growing larger and harder. Not only was he enjoying this but my cock had begun to ooze. I couldn't believe that just me playing with his cock turned me on so much. How was that even possible and what did it mean that I loved playing with cock this much.

From time to time, Brandon let out small moans of pleasure. I knew he was enjoying me whacking him off and he wanted to cum. He started lifting and lowering his hips in coordination with my hand. I knew that no matter what else happened from this point on, I was going to have to bring him to a climax.

I had never sucked a man's cock before but at that moment, more than anything else, that's what I wanted to do. It was like I was starving and only his cock in my mouth would satisfy me.

I lowered my head onto his cock and started sucking his manhood. He thrust his hips forward putting all of his manhood into my mouth. I had watched enough porn to know what to do. I licked it all around, slid my lips up and down along the shaft, and followed my tongue all the way down to his balls. Brandon was going nuts. I mean who wouldn't. I was giving him an a one blowjob.

No woman knew how to suck a man's cock like another man. I guess it was like they say that no woman can please a woman like another woman.

I moved my mouth down, licking his cock until I got to his balls. Then I started licking his balls. It was there, between his legs, sucking on his balls that it happened. I got my first real whiff of a man. The scent of man's musk. Like a drug, Id never had before, it made me go crazy, I couldn't hold back and started sucking his cock like a madman. The only thing I wanted now was his cum in my mouth.

He started to convulse, I sucked even harder---impatiently waiting to taste man cum for the first time in my life. I was so turned on, my own cock started spurting onto the bedspread. Brandon had long since stopped fondling my cock. I was okay with that, all I wanted to do was make him cum For me that was what was important.

"Come on baby," I moaned. Talking to him now like a girl wanting to make her man happy. "Cum in my mouth. I want your cum."

Brandon's moans got louder. I worried people in the next room could hear him. But the truth was I liked it that he was feeling so good. If people heard, they'd just assume that we were watching porn.

Brandon was wriggling all over the bed making it hard for me to concentrate on his cock. As he moved, so did I. I kept following him with my mouth.

"You can cum in my mouth," I said. "I want to taste your cum." I was begging, but I don't think Brandon heard me because at that very moment I felt his cock pulsating. Warm goo running down my chin. I wanted it all and kept on licking and sucking his cock lapping up every drop of his cum.

Eventually, Brandon, grabbed my head and pulled me up to his face. "You give one helluva blowjob he said."

"It was for you," I said.

Brandon pulled my mouth to his and kissed me. Not a little peck, it was a full on passionate kiss. "That was great," he said. "I didn't know you were this way."

"Neither did I," I said. "This was the first time for me. I hope it's not the last."

I don't know what happened to me that day. I was a changed man/woman. All I wanted was to please Brandon, and be his woman whenever we were together.