When we were in our teens, I spent a summer giving my brother head. I was home from college; he was 18 and going into his senor year of high school. The first time, it just sort of happened. We were playing Frisbee in the back yard. After I threw it particularly badly, we both ran after the disk, and ended up wrestling for it in the grass. Next thing I knew, we were both really turned on. Kevin was a cutie; tall, blonde, slim and muscular. I was horny: I hadn't gotten any action at school (it didn't help that I was shy and insecure about my looks), and since I had been back home I hadn't had any hope at all of getting any. Kevin didn't have a girlfriend, and as far as I knew he never had. He could have had just about any girl he wanted too. Several of my girlfriends had confided in me that they would love to jump his bones.
Before I even knew it, I had his jeans down around his knees, and his nice big dick flopping out in the fresh summer air. It looked delicious. I didn't even think twice before I had his hard cock in my mouth. I sucked and slurped and licked like a girl possessed. I loved having his dick in my mouth. Kevin sure didn't seem to mind either. He was moaning and groaning and humping my mouth. It was so sexy! Before long he was squirting hot salty come into my mouth. I stayed with him, drinking every drop out of his softening penis.
He gave me a dazed look as he pulled up his pants. "Wow" he gasped. My panties were more than damp.
"Let's play Frisbee Bro!" I shouted, picking up the disk and jogging away. That night I would masturbate again and again to my brother and his yummy long dick fucking my mouth.
The next morning we all had breakfast together. Mom made waffles. It was the first breakfast that the family had had together in a long time. I kept playing footsie with Kevin under the table, trying to crack him up. Our parents had to go to work. They left us to finish breakfast and do the dishes. As soon as they were out the door Kevin said to me "You wanna?"
I sure did. As mom and dad were backing out of the driveway, I had Kevin sit on the table with his pants around his ankles. I poured maple syrup all over his cock and balls, and sucked him until he again delivered a tasty load in my mouth. In return, he did the dishes.
This went on all summer. Any time we found ourselves alone, his dick would come out, and I would take great pleasure in sucking him off. I thought the situation was incredibly hot, and managed to block any weirdness from intruding into my head. After all, it was just fooling around. Kevin taught me to give a really good blowjob, to tickle his asshole and to lick and kiss his balls and tantalize his cock until it was hot and red and swollen and he was begging me to let him come. Sometimes I let him play with my breasts under my shirt while I sucked him, but that was all. We never talked about it. It was our little game, and we both enjoyed it all summer.
Then I went back to college, and Kevin went back to high school. We never resumed our game. I had boyfriends and a couple girlfriends, and a few one night stands. I graduated from university, and moved to New York City, where I got an apartment and a job, and built my own life.
I kind of lost touch with Kevin. Growing up we had been really close, but for several years we didn't see each other very often. After he graduated from high school, he spent a little time traveling, and then got a job in a clothing store in our home town. He still lived with our parents. Sometimes when we talked on the phone, he told me about how he wanted to go to school, how our parents were driving him crazy, how he wanted to make something of his life. One night, he confided in me that he was gay. I told him that I would always love him no matter what.
One day, Kevin called me up out of the blue, and told me he wanted to move to New York. He wanted to know if he could stay at my apartment for a while. I had a two bedroom place, and my roommate had just moved out. I asked him why he didn't just move in with me. Three days later he showed up at my building with a backpack and a suitcase.
I was 29 and single and frustrated with my job and the New York experience. It was nice to see Kevin experiencing the city for the first time, to show him my favorite places and things to do. We had a great time together. He landed a job with a graphic design firm, and started going out on his own more and more.
I was in the habit of running after work. I had ambitions of doing the New York City Marathon. One evening, I got home after a long run in the park, and surprised Kevin sitting on the couch watching a porno. He was naked from the waist down, and had his dick in his hand. On the screen, two muscle bound studs were going at it, slurping each others dicks in a hot sixty nine.
I liked porn. I had seen plenty on the internet, but I hadn't been exposed to much gay porn. As Kevin stammered apologies and tried to cover up, I stood mesmerized by the action on the screen.
"Do you mind if I watch too?"
Kevin didn't mind. I sat down on the couch next to him and pulled down my running shorts and sweaty panties. Together we watched, our excitement building, as the two studs in the movie pleasured each other. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. "Kev, could you pause the movie for a sec? I want to get my vibrator."
When the movie resumed, I started working my vibrator. I was watching Kevin as much as I was watching the action on screen. I hadn't seen his dick in over seven years, and it still looked delicious. I noticed that Kevin's eyes kept flicking to my pussy and the purple toy sliding in and out of it. I was soaking wet. I get really wet when I am excited, but this was exceptional. I was making a big wet spot on the couch. My vibrator was coated in my juice.
"Have you ever seen a girl masturbate before?"
"No" he answered.
"Do you like it? Do you think it's sexy?"
