Date: Mon, 15 May 2017 17:22:56 -0400 From: Robert Heard Subject: Accidental Blowjob Part 2 It had been a week since last Friday's blowjob revelation. I was still reeling inside. I had unknowingly blown my 15-year-old brother Zack. I hadn't told him and I know he had no idea. The question was, where to go from here? After some thought I decided that I wanted more of Zack. I mean, brother or not, he was cute and obviously horny. There would be nothing romantic between us, just a simple understanding that I like sucking and he likes getting sucked. We had the house to ourselves this Saturday morning, so after a week of planning I bolstered my courage and made my next move. It was mid-morning when I walked into the family room. Zack was leaning back on the couch watching a basketball game. Coming up behind him, I put my arm around his neck in a friendly hug and said, "Hey, stud." "What do you want?" he asked suspiciously. "You're being too nice." "Well, since you brought it up, there is something I'd like. This." Without another word I thrust my hand down to his crotch and grabbed hold of his package through his thin basketball shorts. "What the fuck?!" he shot back. He tried to remove my hand, but I had a firm grip. Not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to ensure he couldn't pry me loose without causing discomfort to himself. "Last week you went to that kegger outside of town, remember?" "Yeah. So?" His eyes were glued to my hand on his crotch. "So, while you were there you got a blowjob." "No, I didn't. I -- how did you know that?" he asked sheepishly, as if he was a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Because I'm the one who sucked you off, bro." The color drained from Zack's face. "No, you didn't. That's just -- that's just --" he stammered. "Well, like it or not, your gay brother was servicing the glory hole, and your cock," I retorted, giving him a gentle squeeze for emphasis. "Remember what you said to me when it was over? `Best. Head. Ever.'" Again, the color drained from Zack's face as he recognized his own words. He looked up at me with a look of shock, fear, and various other emotions I couldn't read. His mouth hung open, his eyes big as silver dollars as it dawned on him that I was telling the truth. "Relax, Zack. I'm not mad. And I'm not going to blackmail you. The thing is, before I knew it was you, I was loving it, and I think you were too. You have a nice cock. Sucking it was the high point of my night." Again, he just looked at me speechless. I made my way to the front of the couch and sat beside him, placing my hand on his thigh, gently rubbing it. "The question I've been asking myself all week is, what should I do with this information? I finally came to realize that this was too good to let go." "What -- what do you mean?" he asked innocently. "What I mean is, since we live in the same house, I've got constant access to you. And I want to suck your cock, Zack. No bull, no shit. I love giving head and you love getting it. I'm willing to suck you, kid, as much as you want." As I talked I noticed a growing bulge in Zack's shorts. Despite his feigned ignorance and innocence, his member was responding like a tent pole. Without waiting for a response, I slid off the couch and onto my knees before him. Reaching up I grabbed his shorts and boxers by the waist and started to pull them down. To my pleasure and delight, he didn't resist. He even lifted his fuzzy ass up slightly so I could pull them all the way off, discarding them on the cushion beside us. This was my first time really seeing him in the light of day. Zack sat there in front of me naked from the waist down, his teenage erection straining toward the ceiling. He was beautiful. His face, his penis, his scrotum, everything about him was beautiful. He sat there looking at me with anticipation, not knowing quite what to expect. Silly boy! I moved close and took him in, enveloping his rigid wood in my hot, wet mouth. After a few slides up and down the length to moisten him up, I began working his head with vigor. Zack started squirming in his seat, obviously enjoying my efforts. "Oh, God..." was all he could mutter. I worked his head with all my skill, licking every part of it, paying special attention to the glans and ridge. Within a couple of minutes I could taste his precum, that wonderful lightly salty fluid that horny teenage boys produce when sexually aroused. "Mmmm," I moaned lowly as I lapped him up. Zack smiled. Eventually he put his hands on me, one on my shoulder, one on my head. He was gently guiding me but not forcing it. For the next ten minutes I lovingly serviced my brother's teenage member, licking, sucking, bobbing, and slobbering all over it. I could tell by his amount of precum and increased groaning that Zack was deep in ecstasy. Before long I could sense that he was getting close. His hand tightened on my shoulder and he was gently thrusting his hips toward my mouth. In response I started teasing him to enhance and delay his orgasm. I started by taking his shaft in my hand and focusing totally on his head and nothing else. I bobbed my head up and down just enough to cover his mushroom head while feverishly rubbing his glans with my tongue. After doing this 15 to 20 times, I slid down over his ridge halfway down his pole and back up 10 times, being sure to keep my lips tight. I continued this rhythmic technique and saw that it was increasing his frustration exponentially. The poor boy desperately needed to cum. Every time he was close to ejaculating, I went back to the head and denied him his release. After another five minutes I took pity on him and decided that he had had enough. I went back to sliding up and down his penis while simultaneously working his head with my tongue. And it worked. Within a minute Zack was moaning, grunting, sweating, tensing, and shaking his way through a mind-bending orgasm. He arched his back and extended his legs, his body going rigid. "Ugh! Ugh! Ohh, shit!! Ohh, shit!! Yes!! Argh!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" he screamed. I mean, he literally screamed at the end. His body shook so violently that I thought he was going to fly off the couch. I braced and held on for dear life as my 15-year-old kid brother jetted spurt after powerful spurt of his warm splooge into my hungry mouth. Damn, this boy could cum! When it was all over Zack was totally spent. He laid there on the couch looking down at me with a look of exhausted satisfaction on his face. I had given him what I'm sure was the best blowjob and the strongest orgasm of his young life. And the best part? This was only the first of many! Feedback is always appreciated and responded to. My email is orbl1415@gmail.com.