Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2015 10:34:51 -0400
From: T-Bonez None <doggin_it@hotmail.com>
Subject: How it all started

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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.