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As a kid growing up I'd fooled around a bit, both with boys and girls. None of it overtly sexual, just curiosity really. When I was 15 years-old I underwent a big growth spurt. By that summer I was almost 6' tall, very lean with size 13 feet. I had a 28" waist and decent shoulders. My hair was longish, wavy and brown with blonde highlights from the pool and the sun. It was always messy and in my eyes, which are indigo blue. I was very active, running, swimming and cycling. I had a tight, fit swimmer's body, not because I particularly worked at it, it was just the way I was built. As with most boys that age, I was jerking off two or three times a day.
That summer I started hanging around with a new buddy from school. My new friend, Drew, was my age (15), we were on the school swim team together. His family had a big pool and we'd spend hours in there, training or just horsing around. Drew had a twin brother (not identical) and two half-siblings in their early 20's from his parents' previous marriages. His half-sister lived with her boyfriend and his half brother, Brock, still lived at home.
I can remember the day I first clapped eyes on Brock, Drew and I were in the pool swimming laps. Brock appeared in the back yard, he was wearing a tee-shirt and snug white Adidas shorts. He was gorgeous, and what an amazing basket! In his tight cotton shorts made it obvious he was well hung. Brock stepped over to the edge of the pool and spoke to his half-brother, Drew. He was standing perhaps ten feet away from me I was drinking in the view, committing every detail to memory: He was about my height, but being in his early twenties his body had filled out more. He had great legs, perhaps a 30" waits, a totally flat stomach and broad shoulders. My eyes were drawn to his basket again. His bulge was amazing and I could make out every detail of his dick-print, hefty balls and big, meaty cock. I instantly threw a boner. At that moment I fell head-over-heels in love, as teenagers do.
Over the next several days I jerked off thinking about 'Brock The Cock'. I was crushing big time and I became obsessed with him. I questioned Drew and learned that Brock worked at an electronics store. He worked days, came home for dinner and then went out with his friends pretty much every evening, Drew referred to him as a 'party animal'. I'd time my visits with Drew so that we'd be there when Brock got home from work so I could catch a glimpse of him. Occasionally I'd pop over in the evening and watch TV with Drew so I could be there when Brock got in after partying with his friends. I figured out Brock came home at a reasonable hour on week-nights, but on weekends he was out to all hours so I'd miss seeing him.
One night, Drew and I were watching a movie when Brock got home. We were lying on the family- room floor and Brock came in to say 'hi'. He was wearing a baby blue polo shirt that clung to his chest and tight button-fly Levis. That started my life-long love of 501's which have been the jeans I've worn exclusively since then. As handsome as his face was, chiselled features, strong chin and a prominent Adam's apple. What I was really captivated with was his basket. It looked huge and I couldn't stop myself from staring.
The following weekend I was hanging out with Drew, his parents were at the cottage. Around noon Brock appeared in the kitchen wearing only a pair of PJ bottoms, bare chested... I almost died from lust. He chatted with us as we ate lunch, he kept an eye on the front window until a car pulled up in the driveway. Brock ran out and grabbed something from the driver and then headed out to the pool shed.
After a few minutes I made an excuse to go outside and grab my towel. The shed door was open and Brock was smoking a joint. I stared at him for a second until he saw me and he said "Hey." I took it as an invitation and stepped into the shed. Brock took a drag on the joint then said, "Our little secret, shhh." and smiled.
I watched as he smoked up. Inevitably my eyes drifted down his body, getting a good look at his bare chest, then down to his treasure trail, then his PJ bottoms. Clearly, he wasn't wearing underwear. His thin PJ's clung to his soft cock, revealing the outline of his meaty tool. I couldn't help but stare. A second or two passed as I stared, then Brock placed his index finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to his face. "I'm up here little buddy!" he said. I blushed beet red, mumbled something fairly incoherent about getting back to Drew and lunch and returned to the house.
Later that day I called my parents and told them I was sleeping over at Drew's. Eventually, Brock left to "party" with his friends. Around 1:30AM we decided to call it a night and get some sleep. Drew headed upstairs to his bedroom and I was set up on an old couch in the basement. Brock's room was also in the basement, so I decided to have a snoop around. After poking around a bit, I returned to the couch and started to jerk off... Thinking about Brock, the smell of his room and his big cock. Just as I started, I heard the door at the top of the stairs open and Brock coming down to his room.
Brock passed me on the way to his room as I pretended I was asleep. After a few minutes Brock came out and stood at the end of the couch, "You asleep little buddy?" he asked. He reached out and grabbed my ankle and I jumped, "Drew has you sleeping on the back-breaker eh?" he said. "There are two beds in my room, you can crash there tonight." I could smell the beer and cigarettes on him. "Come on little buddy, lets go," he said. I followed Brock to his room, he was wearing his PJ bottoms and was shirtless, In his room there were two single-beds pushed up against each other. "That one is yours," he said as he pointed. I climbed onto the bed and thanked him as he turned off the light.
I lay there, my mind swimming. I could hear his breathing as he was laying on his back with one arm behind his head. I waited as long as I could bear it. I was sure he was asleep so I moved as close the edge of his bed as I could. Then, after a few more minutes, I gently placed my hand on his mattress. I gently slid my hand until it was resting up against his side. He didn't move and his breathing remained slow and rhythmic. I was convinced he was fast asleep, and I figured if he stirred, I'd have time to pull my hand away before he knew what I was doing.
Ever so gently, I lifted my hand and rested it on top of where I figured his crotch was. My palm was on his stomach just above his groin, so I lifted it up and gently placed it back down a few inches lower... Jackpot! Under the palm of my hand was the big, soft mound of his cock. I waited and listened, no change in his breathing so I decided to get a better feel. With my fingers I could just make out the outline of his soft cock, I squeezed gently feeling it through the sheet and his PJs. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven, but just then his breathing changed and he moved. I pulled my hand away as he stirred.
Again, I waited until I was sure he was sound asleep. This time when I returned my hand to his crotch It felt different. Still soft, but I could feel the definition of his cock more clearly, he'd kicked off the sheet. Only the thin cotton of his PJ bottoms separated my fingers from his meaty cock. Then it moved, I could feel it plumping slightly under the weight of my hand. I moved closer to him, my upper body now partially on his mattress. I put my hand back on his crotch and this time it was even more plumped up. I slipped my fingers into the fly of his PJs as gently as I could and grasped it as his cock grew in my hand.
As his tool lengthened, my fingers guided it so it emerged from the fly of his pyjama bottoms. I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his big cock and gauged its heft and length. It was about 8" long from balls to tip and about 5" around the shaft which was the same thickness from the base to the head. I was past the point of no return and knew what I had to do next: Put it in my mouth and suck it, just for a second.
I leaned in closer and wrapped my lips around the head and just sucked it gently. Brock moved again and I froze, my mouth just on his knob. I thought if I retreated he fully wake up and I'd be busted, so I just remained perfectly still hoping he'd drift back off into a deep sleep. The next thing I knew, his hand came to rest on the back of my neck. A second later he started to push gently, I responded by taking another half-inch of his cock into my drooling mouth.
My mind flashed to the the description of a "blow job" I'd heard about from an older school-mate, and as if by instinct I started to slowly bob my mouth up and down on his rock hard cock head. I was mindful of my teeth, but his huge cock and my lack of experience meant that I could only really suck on the first few inches of his cock. After a few minutes, Brock applied a bit more pressure to the back of my neck and I managed to get another inch or so of his cock into my mouth. My jaw started to ache so I tried to move my tongue around to get some relief and I felt his cock harden even more. Brock's breathing was deeper and his stomach started to rise and fall more noticeably, for the first time it occurred might actually cum in my mouth.
I tried to pull off his cock, but his hand gripped the back of my neck. I felt his cock suddenly surge as his knob fattened up between my lips. Again I tried, more forcefully this time, to back off his cock but I was no match for his strength. I felt the first pulse, my mouth filled with his hot cum. I just let him cum in my mouth, not knowing what else to do. In quick succession, a couple more throbs and the sensation of more cum filling my mouth. His hand relaxed it's grip on my neck and released me. I pulled my mouth off his softening cock, just letting his load ooze out over the crotch of his pyjamas.
Suddenly the gravity of what had just happened stuck me: I'd sucked a guys cock and he'd cum in my mouth. I was frozen on the spot, not knowing what would happen next. Brock rolled over and got out of bed. He headed out to the bathroom and I heard water running. He returned a few minutes later and changed into fresh PJs, the he just climbed back into bed and went to sleep.
The next morning he acted as if nothing had happened. We never spoke about it, but several times over that summer I sucked him off again. He never said a word and he always pretended to be asleep. I worked on my technique, endeavouring to get more of his cock into my mouth each time and make it last as long as possible. Eventually I could get half of his cock in my mouth and swallowed his load every time.
At one point he either told Drew what I was doing, or, more likely, Drew figured it out on his own. Drew confronted me and I started sucking him off as well. At one point I pushed things too far, wanting Drew to reciprocate, and Drew and I had a major falling out.
I have no idea what ever became of Brock, I suspect he might have been gay, but I'm not sure. I know he lived with a girlfriend at one point after that summer. Drew was straight and just liked getting his cock sucked off. He's married now and has a kid. I've reached out to him a few times, but he never responds.
If anyone is interested, there is more to the story...How things progressed to the point that I was sucking Drew off a few times a week.