My twin brother, Will, left school early one day for a doctor's appointment taking our car with him. This meant I would have to ride the bus home. It wasn't a big deal but I wasn't happy about it. However, during my penultimate class, Tyler sent me a text message saying he'd give me a ride home.
I had mixed feelings about it. I was happy not to have to ride the bus and spend forty-five minutes of my afternoon with a bunch of my most annoying classmates on a journey that should only take fifteen and it would be great to have the house to myself even for a few moments until Will got home. But more than anything, I was worried about being alone with Tyler. He was a good guy and we got along well enough. It was just that in the month since he pulled me away from lunch and had me suck him off in the restroom, he had shoved his dick into my mouth at least once a week as if it was his right.
"I don't know why you're complaining," he said one afternoon after school when I told him how I felt before he went to soccer practice.
I was there because I sometimes stayed on campus and did some studying and homework while I waited for Will instead of taking the car home then coming back to pick him up.
As Tyler pushed me to my knees in a dark, empty classroom, he continued, "You like sucking my dick. Why should I ask if we both know you'll do it?"
Even though he was right, I was still annoyed.
When I found Tyler in the parking lot, he was talking with a few of his friends, some of whom were also friends with Will. He barely greeted me as I approached. After a few minutes when he didn't acknowledge me further or seem eager to leave, I began to wonder if I had misread the text. I began to fidget and shuffle around feeling unwelcome. A few more minutes passed before I heard him tell the guys that he had to go in order to get me home.
"You need to chill the fuck out," he said once we were out of earshot.
Uncertain as to why he would say that, I asked, "What do you mean?"
"You were pacing like a little bitch." His tone bordered on nasty as we got into his car. It was a shiny black muscle car that was only two years old. Next to soccer, and probably sex, it was his favorite thing in the world. His scent permeated the air inside and I instinctually took a deep breath as he continued to speak. "I told you I'd give you a ride so I don't know why you were jittery. All you had to do was hang out and shoot the shit with us or stand there quietly. Acting like that makes people start thinking. If they start thinking, they start talking. And if people start talking, your brother will hear. I don't have a problem feeding you my dick and not talking about it. I don't want this to get out any more than you do. But if people start thinking we're dating or your brother finds out because you can't be cool, I'll kick your ass and make it known that you came after me. Got it?"
"Yeah," I muttered. There was no hiding that I was upset and I heard him sigh heavily in frustration in response. While his words had stung, I was mostly upset that I was letting him treat me the way he was. I knew I should tell him to fuck off and that I was not going to be his play thing anymore but I couldn't. Even though he was acting like a douche, he was a good guy and had my back every bit as much as my brother did. Also, yet again, his words were true. I couldn't afford for Will to find out what I had been doing with Tyler.
After a few minutes of tense silence, I said softly, "Sorry."
"Whatever."
When we arrived at my house, I quickly climbed out of the car and was slightly surprised when Tyler turned it off and got out to follow me inside.
In response to my questioning look, he said, "I had planned on you just sucking me off in exchange for the ride. Now I'm going to fuck your mouth because you pissed me off." He finished with a slight smile and wink which tempered his words.
He followed me up to my shared room and had me sit on the floor with my back against my bed. Familiar with the drill, I lowered his jeans and underwear in one go and took his hardening dick into my mouth. Unlike our previous encounters, I took my time licking and sucking every inch of his long, thick, veiny cock.
"Fuck, Walt," he said after a lengthy groan. "I don't want to hear anymore shit from you. This isn't something you do if you don't like it. Not this well."
I moved from his cock to give his balls some oral attention. Even when he was aroused they hung low. The outline of each large ovoid was prominent through the thin skin, resembling eggs in a plastic shopping bag. Like his cock, they were larger than average and I wondered, not for the first time, how he didn't injure himself every time he sat. I took my time alternately licking his salty sack and sucking each orb into my mouth while he slowly stroked himself above me.
Kneeling in front of Tyler with his balls moving across my face while he worked his cock, I found myself hard in a way I hadn't been before. Part of it was from my nose being buried between his legs and smelling his musky teen scent. It was stronger than usual from being trapped in his jeans all day and I loved it. It was a mix of his powdery deodorant, a similarly scented soap and, most importantly, spicy, salty, musky, sweaty teenage boy crotch. He didn't wear cologne or body spray so everything that wafted from between his legs was him. I could fully believe the reason why I always submitted to him was because I was addicted to his scent.
The other reason I was turned on was because being down on the floor, the difference in our sizes was extreme. At six feet five inches tall, he was already nearly a foot taller than me. With my head at his crotch, his was even further from mine. And with his large, broad hand working his huge dick in my face, I felt even smaller in his presence. I wasn't into gigantism or anything like that, but I did appreciate a tall guy. And with his long, brown hair flopping around his handsome face and his green eyes displaying unrestrained arousal, Tyler was the personification of many of my fantasies.
For the first time while servicing him, I opened my jeans and fished out my own six inch erection feeling immediate relief as it escaped my tight jeans. As I took his cock back into my mouth I began to stroke mine.
"I wondered about that," Tyler said with a chuckle. "I was starting to think maybe you didn't have a cock. You can work that gay little dick all you want, bro. Just don't get any shit on me when you blow, okay?"
