Hello, all... My name is Frank Stouffer. My story begins when my mom remarried and we moved into her new husband's house-- in my junior year of high school... His son John and I are almost the same age, but I'd stayed back a year in grade school. I think I looked up to him more than most younger siblings do with their actual brothers: He always treated me with kindness and respect, especially at first. When we moved in with them in Kansas City, John introduced me to his friends and anyone else he thought I might like, besides helping me move stuff into my room and showing me around the house, the neighborhood and school.
He was on the swim team, so he didn't look as big as, say, the guys who played football, but he was gracefully muscular. I didn't notice being attracted to him physically until later, but I sort of worshipped him from a distance-- he was cool, handsome, and intelligent, about five-ten with black hair and blue eyes. I felt awkward next to him, shorter and very self-conscious.
The old house we all lived in was odd-- it had been built in stages, and some of the additions apparently hadn't been thought out too well. The room I slept in, for instance, was kind of a hallway that led to the basement door, even though it was 'way too big for just that function; it became my bedroom, since the basement was seldom used...
Late in the winter of our senior year, a guy whose locker was next to mine brought some issues of Penthouse with him to school, and he let me take a couple home. I could hardly wait to get alone with those fantasy beauties and jerk off (one of my primary pastimes back then); I nearly ran to my room. Soon I was naked on my bed, stroking my throbbing-hard cock with one hand while I held the mag with the other, having carefully and quietly locked the bedroom door. The Pet of the Month was incredibly hot-- especially when she bent over...
Suddenly the basement door on the other end of the room opened and John walked in carrying a toolbox. I'd had no idea that anyone was down there, and it happened too fast for me to even think of covering myself. I lay there frozen with shock as he walked towards me, smiling like there was nothing odd about him catching me like this. He set the toolbox down at the foot of the bed, then reached over, removed my hand and started stroking my cock with his.
"Let me do it, Frankie," he said gently. "It feels better when it's somebody else's hand..."
I was afraid that he was going to make fun of me or lecture me, but when I saw he wasn't going to do either of those things, I relaxed immediately. I realized he was right, too-- his hand felt much more exciting than mine had...
"What turns you on the most in those photos?" he asked, his warm hand moving slowly up and down the shaft of my now
very
hard cock.
"Ohhhhh... that feels sooo
good
... Oh, uh... she's really
hot
... especially her ass when she sticks it out like she does right here... ohhhhhhh..."
"So you'd like to fuck her from behind?"
"Well,
yeah
... wouldn't you?"
"Sure. How about if you fuck her like that while you watch her suck me off? Would that be hot?"
The image that his words created in my head caused a huge, immediate climax. John began to milk my cock with his hand, squeezing a little harder as my orgasm exploded, making me squirm and lift my hips off the bed. I shot and shot, most of it going onto my stomach, the rest running down my cock and onto John's hand.
"Was that better than doing it solo?" he asked rhetorically as I wiped off the come with a washcloth I'd gotten earlier for the purpose.
I smiled and nodded. "Wow
... much
better," I said.
"Why don't you do me now?" he said, quickly stripping and climbing onto the bed next to me. It felt perfectly normal for him to do that since I'd just let him do me, but I couldn't keep from staring at his hard-on. It seemed bigger than mine and really hard, with a shiny purple head; I was suddenly
very
excited to have John's naked, slim, and nearly hairless body right next to me.
Without thought, I reached over and began to stroke his cock. He slipped one arm under my head and around my shoulders, pulling me against his warm, fragrant body-- he smelled like an intoxicating cologne. I not only felt myself yielding to him, I pressed even closer, my own cock still throbbing as it rubbed against his smooth naked hip. I couldn't take my eyes from his long hard-on, especially the big, ridged head; I was mesmerized by my own hand's movement and how the shaft felt as my palm and fingers wrapped around it.
"Ohhhhyeahhhhh... that feels
really
good, Frankie... Do you like doing it?"
"Uh-huh..." I said, too excited for more words.
I noticed I was breathing faster; then his hand reached down and began stroking
me
again, raising my excitement to yet another level. I heard myself make an inadvertent whimper, and I pressed against him, embarrassed by my feelings, seeking comfort in closeness. We kept stroking each other as I watched my hand on his cock.
"Let's use our mouths," he said, getting up and turning around so that his hard cock was suddenly right in front of my face. I stared in shock as the big, shiny head touched my lips; then one of his hands was on the back of my head, pushing it forward, his cock-head demanding entry. Pulse racing, too overcome with lust and shock to even think, much less resist, I opened my mouth and let his cock slide in, just as his hot mouth went slowly down over my own.
Immediately, a high-voltage charge rushed from my cock-filled mouth to my own cock, and I came again without warning, a blinding orgasm that totally eclipsed the one before it; I whimpered around his cock as he sucked mine expertly, swallowing everything.
I kept on sucking like crazy, still wildly excited even after my orgasm faded, moaning and stroking the shaft as I sucked as much as I could get of it into my mouth. John came then, too, and I tried (but failed) to swallow everything like he had; it tasted deliciously exciting, warm and thick and sour and salty-sweet. There was so much of it that I gagged, but I was too turned on to stop for more than a second-- even then. Afterwards, he licked what had escaped my mouth off of my face and fingers.
"I love the taste of come," he said, holding his head up on one cocked elbow as he lay on his side, looking at me. "Yours
and
mine... Did you like mine?" I nodded, gasping, still completely de-railed and unable to speak.
"You know you can't tell anyone about this, right?"
Another nod from me.
"Do you think you'd like to do it again sometime?" he asked. More nods from me--this time they were more energetic, along with a smile. Then I found some words.
"How about tonight?" I said quietly.
He chuckled. "I'll slip in after the parents have gone to bed. Leave your door unlocked..."
"Okay."
He got up, dressed quickly, picked up the tool box and slipped out the door. I got dressed slowly, lost in confused amazement over what had just happened, still so excited that I could hardly wait for bedtime.
*-*-*-*-*
That night, I turned off the light as usual, but I was so wound up that I knew sleep was impossible. Since I'd left the door unlocked for John, I was afraid to do anything I might get caught at-- like looking at that Penthouse mag. I tried to lie still, my cock staying hard most of the time, no matter what position I got in. I tried to keep my hands off it, determined not to waste an orgasm before John got there.
After what seemed like hours, the door from the hall opened and a faint shape slipped inside, followed by the small sound of the bolt sliding. Lit only by a tiny night-light in the back corner of the room, John's form moved silently to the bed. He opened his robe when he got there, exposing his stiff cock.
With a moan, I leaned over and sucked it into my mouth; his hands went around my head. I started with the shiny purple head, sucking on it, then licking it, then sucking it in further as my tongue pumped against the bottom of the shaft. He fucked my face slowly, holding my head and using it, pulling my mouth back and forth on his cock.
I licked, sucked, and moaned, lost in a whirlpool of emotion and sensation as he used me, submerging me in pulsing cock-lust. 'I love to suck your cock, John... I love to suck your cock...' my thoughts echoed in rhythm with the movement of my lips and tongue as I tried to pull his come out of him... 'Shoot your come in my mouth, John... shoot your come in my mouth...'
He pulled away before he came, though, and got up onto the bed with me, lying down in the same sixty-nine position we'd used earlier that day. There was just enough light to see what we were doing as we both eagerly grabbed each other, my hands going around his firm, smooth ass for the first time, squeezing and kneading it as my mouth worked lovingly on his cock again.
My reaction wasn't as manic this time, but I held his body tightly and sucked his cock with moans and whimpers, my mind seesawing back and forth between momentary satisfaction and slow-burning need as the warm, pulsing shaft slid to the back of my throat, then back out to my lips.
Up until that point, I'd been living with a deep, unfocused longing that I couldn't identify, but now I knew what it was.... There in the darkness with our hard cocks in each others' mouths I reveled in a deliciously nasty realization: I
loved
cock-sucking... I was overcome with lust now-- the first time I ever got one in my
mouth
