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As I was looking through my stories, I realized that almost all, if not all, of the guys in my stories have big dicks. As much as I'd like to think it's so, we all know that not all straight high school and college guys are like that. So here's a story to let you know that my hunt hasn't always ended with me bagging a "big one."
In the summer between my sophomore and junior year in college, my parents decided to buy a house close to the college I was attending. It was an investment for them, and a way out of the dorms for me. The house had three bedrooms and two bathrooms, and I had a couple of buddies who were going to live there with me so it was perfect. It was in a residential neighborhood, with ours being only the second rental on the block. The house shared a double driveway with the house directly to the west. The neighbors, Dave and Cindy, were in their mid-fifties and good people. Cindy was a Communication Arts teacher at a middle school and Dave was retired Marines. Because of the neighborhood, and because we shared a driveway, I had strict orders from my parents: "NO PARTIES!!" They even went so far as to give Dave and Cindy their phone numbers and told them to call them no matter what time of day or night if things ever "got out of hand."
Dave looked at us kind of suspiciously as we were moving in, and I couldn't really blame him. Three college guys moving into a mostly homeowner neighborhood...I'd be suspicious too! After we got our stuff moved in I went over, introduced myself again, and assured Dave we were going to be good neighbors. He was friendly, but cautious. Over the next few weeks I proved to Dave I was a man of my word. We did our partying other places, and whenever I saw Dave doing something I thought I could help out with I offered my assistance. Over the next few weeks I helped him move furniture out of his basement, re-stain his deck, clean out his garage, and fix a crack in his pool. By the first week of June, Cindy was bringing us homemade cookies, muffins, and cakes on a regular basis, and Dave was sharing his beer with us on their back deck that surrounded the pool. "Three's your limit, you don't leave my yard with it, and if I see you driving within an hour after you leave here I'll kick your ass!" We happily complied, and to reaffirm his faith in us Dave gave us permission to use their pool any time we wanted to, whether they were home or not. The only rule was it had to be just us three; none of our friends were allowed unless Dave and Cindy were home. Again, we happily complied.
Around the middle of June I noticed that Dave's truck had been gone for a few days. I saw Cindy outside one afternoon and in the course of our conversation she told me that Dave had gone to see his sister in Kansas City. "She's been having a few problems with her son," Cindy explained, "so he's going to be staying with us for the rest of the summer." "That's really nice of you guys," I told her. "I'm sure he's gonna enjoy spending time with you." "Well," Cindy said back, "his dad's never been around, he's 17, and really needs a father-figure right now..." "He got into some trouble with pot," she continued, "and Dave's sister just doesn't know what to do anymore...; maybe staying with us and being around nice young men like you, Tyler, and Brent will help." It made me feel good what Cindy had just said about us. But, me being me my mind was already working. Seventeen...kind of a wild boy...assumingly straight...oh yeah. "We'll definitely make him fell welcome, Cindy," I told her, "...do whatever we can." Cindy smiled at me and touched my arm. "Your parents did a good job, Sam," she said, "a real good job." Cindy wouldn't think so highly of me if she knew what was going through my head. Not at all.
I ran some errands and when I returned I saw Dave's truck parked outside his garage. I didn't see his nephew at that time, but during the course of the evening while sitting on my deck drinking a beer I noticed a guy sitting on Dave and Cindy's deck, slouched in a chair, with ear buds in. I assumed the guy was Dave's nephew.
The next morning I was changing the oil on my SUV when I heard Dave's voice. "Sam," he said, "I'd like you to meet my nephew." I pulled my head out from under the hood and saw a young guy standing beside Dave. He looked about 5' 8" or 9", 140-150, dark brown hair, and a face that looked a few years younger than 17. I wiped my hands off, walked over to them, and stuck out my hand. "I'm Sam," I said smiling, "nice to meet you." The guy pushed his hand forward, took mine, but kept his eyes on the ground. "Braden," he said, "same." "Braden's going to be staying with us for the rest of the summer Sam," Dave said, "I wanted you to know in case you saw some `strange' kid hanging around!" "Good to know," I said laughing, "although he doesn't look that strange to me..." Dave laughed and bumped Braden on the arm. There was no expression from Braden.
Over the course of the next few days, Dave gave me the low-down on Braden. His father had left when he was a baby and Dave's sister had raised him by herself. Despite all her good intentions, Braden had rebelled against any kind of authority. Dave blamed this on "no man being around." Since starting high school, Braden had been in more and more trouble. His recent pot excursion had been the last straw for Dave's sister, and she was hoping sending Braden to spend the summer with Dave and Cindy would somehow help Braden get direction in his life. And also give her some needed relief.
During the next week, I tried to engage Braden in conversation as much as I could, but he wasn't much of a talker. I could understand that he'd been sent to a place that was totally unfamiliar to him and that he probably didn't want to be here. However, if he was going to get through the summer he had to make the best of it. And I was hopefully going to help him do just that.
Slowly, Braden began to feel more comfortable around me and became more friendly. I invited him to go to a movie with my girlfriend and I, and he'd gone. I invited him to go grab a burger a couple of times, and he'd gone. He'd also began hanging out at our house some, either when I was outside or he'd see my SUV in the driveway. Braden slowly began to open up to me more. He told me he missed his friends, "it's like you're the only cool dude here man"; his girlfriend, "she's got the sweetest pussy dude!"; and pot, "fuck I miss packin' a bowl!" Sometimes I'd get flack from Tyler or Brent about hanging out with or having a "kid" around, but I told them I felt bad for Braden and to shut the fuck up. Was I being overly nice to this high school kid? Maybe, but I did feel bad about his situation. Did I have an ulterior motive for being so nice? Ummm, yeah.
One Tuesday morning I was in my garage when Dave came over. He had a serious look on his face. "What's up man," I asked. "I got some serious shit going on Sam," Dave began. "Cindy just got a call from her brother; her mom's had a stroke and we need to get there right away." "Ahhh man I'm sorry," I told him. "Just let me know what I can do; watch the house, take care of your yard; anything man..." I was genuinely concerned and meant what I said. "Well," Dave began, "there's one major thing you can do, but I really hate to ask you..." "Dave," I said, "you know what I think of you and Cindy...what all three of us here think of you two...we'll do whatever you need us to do!" "You're a good man, Sam," Dave said, looking directly at me. "Braden's been doing so good here...thanks in large part to you...and we really don't want to upset his routine by taking him with us..." Somehow I knew where this was headed, and I was definitely ready. "Cindy and I trust you," Dave continued, "you're like the son we never had...and though it's a helluva lot to ask...but do you think you could stay here at the house and just kind of `monitor' Braden for us while we're gone?" I was totally flattered by what Dave had just said...about trusting me and being the son they never had...and I knew I was up for the challenge. Actually, more than up for it. "Dave, those are very nice words to tell me," I told him, "and I would be more than happy to keep an eye on Braden." "I'm not sure how long we're going to be gone," he went on, "but it shouldn't be for more than a few days..." "Don't worry about it man," I assured him, "take as long as you need; Braden will be in good hands!" "And," I added, "please tell Cindy I'm thinking of her." Dave continued to talk with me, giving me a few instructions about the house and whatever needed to be done. After a few minutes he went back into his house and I went back into the garage, my mind full of scenarios. It's funny, I thought, how sometimes I've never had to actually plan something to take place; scenarios just seem to fall into my lap.
Braden and I helped Dave and Cindy load up their car, and we waved them off from the driveway. "Dude this is gonna be awesome!!!," Braden almost shouted, punching me in the arm. I looked at him and he turned a little more serious. "And I'm really glad you're doing this for me man," he told me, "thanks." "I'm glad to do it dude," I said back, "but if you think it's gonna be one big party while they're gone...we just can't do that." "I mean," I went on, "I'm sure the neighbors know Dave and Cindy are gone and they're gonna be keeping on eye on us...we gotta be cool..." "Yeah, I know," Braden said, "but still it'd be nice to..." And he immediately put his index finger and thumb together and brought them to his mouth, sucking in. "Dude," I said, just looking at him, "dude."
While Braden had thoughts of sucking on a joint while his aunt and uncle were gone, I had thoughts of sucking on something else. And I knew that my thoughts had a better chance of coming to fruition than his.
That afternoon both Braden and I did yard work. Me at my house and him at Dave and Cindy's. It was hot that day and we were both dripping sweat by the time we finished. "I have a great idea," I said to Braden. "Why don't we change, I'll grab us a couple beers, and we can cool off in the pool." Braden looked at me kind of surprised. "You'd really let me have a beer," he asked. "Hey, I think you've earned it," I said to him smiling. Braden replied to my comment with a big grin and said, "let's do it man!" I went into my house, changed into some board shorts, grabbed a six-pack from the fridge, and headed to the pool. Braden was already in, and I noticed he had brought out an ice-filled cooler for the beer. I put the beer in the cooler and dove in the water. "Fuck that feels good!" I yelled after coming up for air. "Hell yeah!!" Braden yelled back as he jumped off the side of the pool. We swam around for 15 minutes or so, then got out and went for the lounge chairs. I flipped open the cooler, got out a long neck, opened it, and handed it to Braden. "Now you know," I told him as I handed him the beer, "this shit's gotta be just between us...and we can't leave no traces once we're finished..." "I'm with ya bro," Braden said smiling as he grabbed the beer from my hand. We layed there talking about basically nothing at all and before I knew it both Braden and I were on our third beer. I knew I had to make a move soon or I was likely to lose any opportunity the beer was gonna give me. But I wasn't exactly sure what to do. Then, there was a lull in the conversation and I decided to give a new topic a try. "So," I said, trying to think of some way to get this plan under way, "tell me about your girlfriend." Braden took a long drink and began to talk. And as he began to talk he started shifting positions in the lounge chair. And each time he shifted positions he would tug at the crotch of his shorts, which were obviously filling out. I'm sure he knew I was noticing, and he tried to play it off as something totally different from it actually was. "Damn," he said, shifting positions for like the tenth time, "that sun is really heating up this chair...it's got my ass on fire!" Funny, I thought to myself, the sun's not affecting my chair at all.
Braden had finished his last beer and set the bottle on the table between us. Suddenly, he jumped up, ran to the edge of the pool, and dove in. I took another drink, sat my beer down, and followed in after him. I swam the length of the pool, then started back under water. As I neared my starting point, I could see Braden's legs dangling in the water and surmised that he was sitting on the edge of the pool. I swam to where he was sitting and brought my head and chest out of the water, resting my arms on the edge of the pool. As I wiped the water from my eyes, I turned my head to see Braden had an erection tenting the crotch of his shorts. He looked down at me, then looked at his erection. "Ummm, sorry dude," he said with a laugh, "but he hasn't had his daily workout yet!" "And when you combine that, the beer, and talkin' bout Anna...well, ya know!!" And with that one statement, with me having to do very little work at all, Braden opened the door.
"Dude, no need to apologize," I told Braden, "I totally understand..." "So," I continued, not wanting to let the opportunity he had given me get away, "do you give him a `workout' every day?" Braden just smiled. "Well yeah," he said, "at least!" Then he added, "don't you?" "Maybe not every day," I replied back, "but it gets taken care of!" Braden grinned. Needing to push on, I continued the vein of talk. "Is that what you miss most about Anna," I asked, looking directly at Braden's still strong erection, "her helping you with your workout?" "Ummm...yeah...kinda," Braden slowly replied, "I mean she's just so much better than me doing it myself..." Ahhhh, this was really too easy.
Braden continued to talk about Anna, looking off across the pool. He became so lost in his thoughts that he scooted closer to the edge of the pool and leaned back on his arms, making his erection even more prominent. I added the occasional "yeah dude I know," and "mmhmm" to his talking just to keep the conversation moving. But there was another thing that was also moving, and that was my hand. I slowly unfolded my right arm and moved my hand closer to Braden's crotch. He continued to talk, looking across the pool. If Braden saw my hand moving towards his crotch, he didn't say anything. My hand was now right beside Braden's ass on the pool edge. As he kept talking, I slowly moved it up, without touching his shorts, and ran it up and over his erection.
Braden was startled out of his thoughts and his body visibly jerked. "Dude...what the fuck!" he said looking at me, "get your hand off my dick!" But I didn't, and Braden didn't try to move my hand either. "Sam, I'm not gay," he said still looking at me, "and you're not either...I mean you got a girlfriend!" My hand stayed where it was, slowing rubbing. Braden's hands stayed behind his back. "I know you're not bro," I said, still rubbing, "and I'm not either...it just seems to me like you're in need and I believe in helping a buddy out when he's in need..." The only resistance Braden was giving was by his words, and those weren't too convincing. As I talked, I could feel his cock become harder and thicker, and I knew I was winning. "But dude...," he tried to continue, "I've never let a..." "You've never let a buddy help ya out when you needed something?" I asked, cutting him off. "Well yeah," he tried again, "but never with something like..." "It's all good man," I said, cutting him off again, "just relax..." Braden let out a long sigh and his body relaxed. And with that, Braden's resistance stopped; verbal or otherwise.
I shifted my position in the water, moving directly in front of Braden. He widened his legs and I moved back up to the edge of the pool. I put my hands on his thighs and gently rubbed. Braden let out another sigh and his cock jerked in his shorts. I took my hands up and undid the Velcro on his shorts and loosened the drawstrings. Slowly I pulled the flap open. As I pulled the flap Braden's cock began to fall forward, free from the confines of the material. I reached my hands down behind his waist, placed them on the waistband and began to pull. Braden lifted his ass off the concrete and I pulled his shorts down his legs. My hands went under the water, pulling his shorts off his feet, and Braden spread his legs wider. He sat there, still leaning back on his arms, with his full-blown hard-on staring back at me.
Braden's cock was smooth and shiny, stretched to its full 6 ½ inch limit. His dark brown pubes were fairly full and glistened from not yet dried drops of water. I took my right hand, palm down, with my fingers at the top of his ball sac, and rubbed up the length of his shaft. Braden shuddered and his cock jerked at my touch. Once my palm was at the tip of his cock head, I slowly moved my hand back down, then repeated the motion again. Braden's ass tightened and he pushed his cock hard against my open hand. I felt pre-jizz, wet and sticky, on the tips of my fingers as I worked my way up a third time. Braden sighed again and I looked up at him. His head was leaned back and his eyes closed. His nostrils flared as his breathing rushed through them. I grabbed the base of Braden's cock, pumping it slowly up and down. The pre-jizz that had oozed out of the tip onto his pubes now flowed freely onto my hand, down to my wrist. "Fuck yeah," Braden said in a low voice, "ahhh fuck yeah..."
With my hand still pumping Braden's dick, I lowered my head. I held my hand firmly against the base, making it look even harder. My tongue went out and licked the underside of his cock head, tasting the pre-jizz. Braden jumped from the touch of my tongue on his cock, startled. "Dude," he said breathing hard, "I thought you were just gonna jack me...ahhh fuck dude..." As my tongue licked down his hard shaft and back up over the top of his cock, Braden's body relaxed. He continued to moan as my tongue licked over his balls, around the base of his cock, and back up the shaft. I re-positioned my head, bringing it directly over Braden's cock. I opened my mouth and slowly went down. His breathing was short and hard as my lips wrapped around the shaft as it went in. "ahhhh fuck...ahhhh fuck...ahhhh fuck...," he said over and over. Braden's cock was soon all the way in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. My nose was pushed against his pubes, and they had the faint smell of chlorine.
I held Braden's dick in my mouth, breathing through my nose. I opened my mouth a little wider and my tongue began to lick his balls. This was almost too much for Braden to take. He quickly moved his arms from behind his back, put his hands on my head, and bucked up hard into my mouth. "What the fuuuck dude...ahhhhh...," he moaned loudly. I held his cock in my mouth and he moved his legs out of the water and wrapped them around my shoulders for leverage. Braden gripped my head with his legs and his hands, and his cock pulsed hard in my mouth. My tongue alternated licking his heavy balls and running it under and over his hard shaft. Braden's breathing was hard and short, and his moans grew more audible as his legs released their grip as he began to fuck his hard cock in and out of my wet mouth. "Yeeaahh dude," he moaned, "fuckin take my hard dick bro..." My lips were locked tight around his hard shaft, and the suction noises grew louder as he pumped faster. I knew he had to be close. Braden's balls were drawn up tight against his body, and his breathing was even harder and shorter than before.
Suddenly Braden slowed his pumping and his hands pulled at my head. "Dude," he said with short breaths, "you...gotta...pull...off...I...I...I'm...gonna...shoot...fuuuck man..." I resisted Braden's pulls on my head and intensified my sucking and tongue action. I was not going to waste his hot load on my hand or his body. "Sam...," Braden said, almost out of breath, "I'm serious...dude...gotta pull...I...I...can't hold...can't hold it...duuude..." Realizing my mouth wasn't going anywhere, Braden gave in. He grabbed my head hard with his hands, held it, and thrust three short fucks into my mouth. "AHHHHH FUUUUCK...," Braden yelled out as the first spurts of his load shot out of his cock into my mouth. "FUUUCK...FUUUCK...FUUUCK..., he continued as his ass thrust off the concrete and more of his hot liquid coated my throat. I kept swallowing over and over, realizing it had been a while since I'd had a guy cum as much as Braden. Finally, Braden released my head from his grip and his ass returned to the concrete. I kept his semi-hard cock in my mouth, milking out the last drops of his load. When it did leave my mouth, Braden's cock fell down against his spent balls, wet from my spit and his cum.
Braden lay silently on the concrete for a few minutes, with his eyes closed and his stomach quickly moving up and down. I ducked my head under the water, wiping off my mouth with my hand. When I came back up, Braden was once again leaning against his hands, one leg out of the water and on the concrete. He was grinning. "What the hell dude," he said, "what the fucking hell!!" "My dick has NEVER been through anything like that man," he continued. "What the fucking hell!!" "I'm glad I could help you out," I said, smiling back at him. "Help me out??," Braden said, "dude you did more than help me out...you fuckin' sent me to another planet!" I laughed and dove under the water to get Braden's shorts. When I came back up I saw Braden talking on his cell phone. He was talking to Anna.
Braden stayed with Dave and Cindy until the end of August. We hung out on a regular basis, and sometimes I would help Braden with his daily "workout." Since Dave and Cindy were home now, our sessions had to be quick. They usually involved Braden going on an errand with me, parking at the far end of a parking lot, and him quickly pumping a load down my throat. Or, we'd meet up behind my garage at night, I'd pull his shorts down, and he'd face fuck his jizz into my gut.
After he graduated, Braden stayed in Kansas City and he's now a freshman in college. We still keep in contact and he's been to see his aunt and uncle, and me, a few times. The other day I got a call from Braden and he was all excited. "Dude, you're never gonna believe this," he started out, "but I got this friend who told me last night that he doesn't mind helping..." Nice.