Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 21:38:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Drew Sax <drewsx420@yahoo.com>
Subject: Evolution of a Cock Sucker - 2

Thanks for all the nice emails I received.  It did help me write again.

Since I posted my first account a few of you have emailed me to ask if it
were indeed a true story.  Yes, it was true.  All of the accounts I will
share are true.  The good news here is that perhaps it will make it more
enjoyable.  I definitely enjoy the true accounts in nifty much more than the
imaginary.  The bad news is that there will only be a minimal number of
stories to share.

Again, please do not read this if you are under 18 or are offended by
sexual accounts of those that are.

As for my brother Jack, many of you asked.  He and I messed around for a
number of years and although there were so many encounters, I felt like only
the one was extraordinary enough to share here. In fact we eventually stopped
altogether before we were both out of school.  He went on to getting his
stuff off with his girlfriend.  I went looking for new opportunities.  The
remaining stories in this series will detail the best of those.

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The first several months after Jack and I ended our sexual relationship was
a very frustrating time for me.  He had no problem getting his needs met by
his girlfriend. The only thing I had was my fantasies and my right hand,
which I used 2 or 3 times a day.

During my years of sex play with my brother I had become sexualized and
obsessed with cock.  My first look at any boy close to my age was always a
sexual look, sort of a sizing up.  As long as they weren't hideous or
extremely fat they would pass the test and become the object of my lust.  I
especially couldn't keep my eyes off the hot ones or those with the great
packages.

Towards the end of my relationship with Jack this preoccupation began to
increase rapidly.  Jack had made me obsessed with cock and even though I
was getting his as often as I wanted, I wanted something different,
something more.  This increased exponentially after Jack.  It seemed to be
the only thing I thought of, especially with my close group of friends.  I
don't know how many times I came home from a night hanging out with my
friends, only to be frustrated to no end.  I would spend hours seeking and
hoping for some type of opportunity to present itself, sometimes trying
something to test the waters, all to no avail.  With all of the vibes that
I put out and the constant wandering of my eyes it is a surprise that only
a couple of guys ever picked up on them.  It was a bigger surprise that I
never got my ass kicked.  Ryan must have been one of those who picked up on
the vibes.

Ryan and I had a strange relationship.  We became friends after a fight at
school during our sophomore year.  At 16 Ryan was about my height (5'8).  I
don't know how much he weighed at the time but he was stocky, even a little
chunky (but not fat).  His body type was not my favorite, not the type that
would turn my head with a jolt, but he wasn't unattractive.  There was
something about the way he carried himself however.  The girls knew it. It
seemed Ryan always had a chick whenever he needed.  He never seemed to get
tied down with one but much too often he would desert us after hooking up
at a party or something.  I guess you could say he was that he was simply
sexy - his attitude, his hair, his eyes, and definitely his crotch - it was
all so sexy.

Ryan didn't have the longest cock in the world.  I mean he wasn't small,
probably 6 inches.  It was the width that was hot.  Ryan had a fat cock. I
figured that out very quickly by just seeing how it sat in his jeans.  It
seemed like it was always crying to get out of those jeans.  Many of his
jeans had those faded white markings that happen after several months of
being pressed out.  Do you know what I mean?

Ryan was the local drug dealer.  Nothing serious - a lot of weed, a little
coke here and there, and sometimes cross-tops or black beauties.  Mostly
weed though and that's probably one of the things that drew us together.  I
loved to get high and our friendship was pretty much grounded on that.  I
would often buy from Ryan, often times enough to sell a little myself and
smoke the profits.  Over the months Ryan and I became pretty close.  He had
a large group of friends and contacts but many nights it was just a small
group of us who would hang out over his house or he would join us
somewhere.  Many times I would end up at his house late at night when the
parties were over or nothing else was going on.  Besides the partying, I'm
not sure what it was that drew us together but there was something under
the surface.

Well, sorry for so much back story.  In case you think I'm leading up to a
some hot relationship that developed between us, it just didn't happen that
way.  I'm convinced that Ryan was straight and always so.  In fact, of all
the friends I had, Ryan would have been the one I imagined most untouchable
and most likely to be antagonistic if he thought I was coming on to him.
It didn't stop me from lusting after him or trying my best to see what that
cock looked like in the flesh. I just never imagined anything would ever
happen.

That's why I was surprised when he called me late one night.  It was about
eleven during a week night.  He seemed a little odd on the phone.  His
voice was slower and softer, almost sexy.  I don't believe he was speaking
that way intentionally, but I remember thinking he sounded vulnerable.  He
told me he was bored and asked if I wanted to come over and get loaded.  I
don't remember what I was doing but I know the thought of being able to
just hang out with him, alone, in this mood really intrigued me.  I wasn't
thinking anything sexual would happen, but I also got a charge just being
in an intimate situation with any of my friends.  This time I was aware of
a different level of intimacy than normal.

Of course Ryan knew that I would come.  As tough and independent as I
acted, I'm sure that Ryan knew he had me on a string emotionally.  When I
got there we went right to his room.  No big deal, this is where we spent
most of our time.  We got loaded and then just layed around.  I was a
little puzzled because Ryan didn't say much.  Coming over I had half
expected that he wanted to talk about something or had something in mind,
but he just didn't seem to have much to say.

It's funny, although it was almost 20 years ago, I remember exactly where
we were in his room.  I was sitting on a bean bag at the foot of his bed
and he was laying on the bed with his legs hanging over - just like you do
when you first sit down and then lay back. It seemed like we sat there
forever, talking about nothing, sometimes not talking at all.  I'm sure
other guys would have gotten bored and left.  Not me.  I would have stayed
there all night, at least until Ryan told me to leave.  Gosh I really hung
onto any male intimacy I could get!

Then I noticed it.  I guess I shouldn't say "I noticed" because in fact
what caught my eye was Ryan's attention to it. He was getting hard -
definitely.  In all the time I knew Ryan, I had never seen him with a hard
on.  Oh, I had seen his cock slightly bigger or smaller (I knew that cock
well), but never hard.  Now, I noticed the bulge in his cock line was
larger than normal - definitely larger than when I arrived.  But again, it
was Ryan that alert me.  twice while we were talking he almost
intentionally lifted his head a little, looked at his cock and then looked
at me.  The first time it happened I thought he might have just been
looking for something between his legs.  My instinct was to look down there
also, but with him looking at me I didn't want to be so obvious.

The second time however was too much.  I had to look.  That's when I
noticed it growing.  Ryan didn't look at me after I glanced down at his
cock.  He just put his head back and continued the small talk.  If he had
gone fishing, if that was what that was about, I was hooked.  I tried my
best not to stare but I couldn't take my eyes off of that crotch.  That
fuck stick (that's what I kept thinking as I looked at it. that is what he
stuck up those chick's cunt) was bigger than I had ever noticed before and
it seemed to be getting larger.

I started asking myself what was going on?  Was he just wasted and just
feeling a little horny?  Had he looked at it because he was concerned about
springing a hard on so close to me?  If he was, he wasn't trying to hide
it. It was almost as if he wanted me to see it - like he knew once I saw it
I wouldn't be able to focus on anything else.  Its weird how situations
that are so obvious with hind sight can be so unclear in the moment.

Then he lifted his head again and seeing me quickly pull my eyes off his
dick, he looked me dead in the eye and stared.  He didn't say anything,
didn't smile, didn't give me any indication of what he was thinking or
feeling.  Then he deliberately looked back down as his rising cock, stared
for a few seconds and put his head back down.

By now I was in another world.  My cock was busting through my own pants.
My mouth was dry and my heart was racing.  Surely he knew what was going
on.  Certainly this was his whole intention for the night.  I knew now that
he wanted me to do something, his intention must have been for me to make a
move on him and get him off.  Maybe something didn't work out with his girl
at the moment.  He obviously had know my signals for sometime and this was
the time that he was going to call me on it.  But I had no idea how to
start it.

His cock by this time was rock hard.  I don't know now if the years of
revisiting that night have affected my memory, but swear I saw it pulse.
It looked like it was tearing at his jeans.  Yet, he didn't do anything.
He just laid there as I struggled with what to do.  A million thoughts went
through my mind.  Most came back to the thought "what would happen if I
just reached out and grabbed it?"

Then he lifted his head again just slightly.  He didn't say anything, he
just wanted to see what I was doing.  I knew then that he didn't have the
courage.  He was not going to ask. He was not gay. If anything was going to
happen I would have to do.  If I didn't the moment would pass - maybe
forever.

I was scared shitless but something came over me.  I think it was the
lust. I looked at that cock one more time and I swear my mouth watered.
Even if I knew that I was going to get my hand cut off, it wouldn't have
mattered, I could only think of one thing.

As I got up off the bean bag Ryan put his had back down.  I sort of sat,
sort of knelt down between his legs hanging off the bed.  I looked back to
make sure the door was locked then looked back at his crotch.  How do I do
this?  How do I start?  Then I heard him whisper, "Its ok man." Then I
pounced.  I was up on my knees in a flash right over the buttons on his
fly. They were bulging like they were going to break.  I lightly touched my
finger to the underside of his cock.  He took a deep breath. Then I put my
whole hand on the bulge in his jean and rubbed slightly. I felt his cock
talk back to me.

I couldn't stand it anymore.  I started to fumble with the top button on
his Levis.  They were tight to begin with, but with the pressure of his
blood engorged piece of meat it was like they were locked.  As I tried to
pull them apart I could see his boxers.  I Still remember the blue and red
checked pattern. To this day I get rock hard seeing a guys boxers any
opening in his pants.

Ryan reached his hands up, pushing mine away and then sucking his stomach
in, popped the first button.  I couldn't help it.  I dove in at the others
and quickly pulled them apart.  His cock seemed to swell even thicker when
I pulled the buttons free.  Yet his pants were still too tight to get them
down.  I left them and reached a couple fingers into the slit in his
boxers.  I had to touch his heat and feel the hardness of his shaft.  I
reached down and kissed the little flesh I could see through the slit.

With that Ryan pushed his hips up a little and reached his hands down to
his thighs.  I thought he was pushing his cock up into me but he actually
was trying to get his pants down.  With a little help from me we soon had
them down just below his knees.  Ryan wouldn't look at me.  I remember
that.  For a second I wanted to be sad, then it sort of turned me on.  I
tried to take his jeans off completely but he didn't want that.  Then he
laid back down.  Quickly I fished his cock out of the boxers.  I thought
for a moment about taking the boxers completely off but somehow it seemed
sexy to just have his cock sticking out.  He probably would have wanted it
that way also - just get to it for him.  No problem. It seemed larger that
way.

As I said, it wasn't real long, definitely not longer than mine (I am 7.5
and was as hard as ever at that point).  But it was thick like a pipe. I've
heard many people talk about beer can thick.  I don't know if a cock can
really be as thick as a beer can, but Ryan's was thick.

At first I just held it in my hand, what I could get around it.  Then I put
both hands around it and softly squeezed.  Even though his cock was as hard
as concrete, it still was responsive.  I could feel it swell and pulse as I
held it.  I rubbed it over and over again, bringing my hand up over his
dick head and rubbing in the pre-cum that was flowing pretty heavy.  I
realized that one or both of us was going to lose it pretty soon so I
decided I needed to do what I was going to do quickly.

I put my tongue on his cock-head and licked at the slit that was delivering
a steady flow of salty fluid.  I rubbed by tongue around the head and when
I slid it under the crown Ryan squirmed.  I licked down and around the huge
shaft as I pinched and squeezed his cum slit.  Then I pulled up, pulling
his cock toward me and took as much as I could in my mouth.  I got about
half of it in and knew that would be the extent.  Regardless, I was going
to work that cock as tight and fast as I could.

Knowing that it wasn't going to take Ryan a long time to blow his wad I
decided to go all out.  The thought of what was going to cum out of the
piece of meat I held was intoxicating - the thought that I was the one to
make that happen.  I also needed to cum badly.  I knew that once Ryan was
done there would be nothing for me.  So I pushed up against the end of the
bed, pressing my cock into the matress, and went to work on the pole in my
hands.  I used every muscle in my mouth and tongue - pushing, pulling and
trying to suck the cum out of his balls, literally.

It wasn't long before he started to squirm more.  His hips were moving side
to side.  At times instead of pushing up into me, he seemed to push his ass
down into the bed and squirm (I knew I was hitting some sensitive spots).
That changed as I feelt the heat build up on his pole.  Then he started to
get into my rhythm as I went up and down, stopping at his head with my
suction cup lips pulling and squeezing.  It was incredible how much pre-cum
was in his head.  It was like when you suck on a piece of ice, it just
keeps watering.

Then Ryan started to really buck his hips and I knew the end was cumming
near.  I was torn a little because although I wanted to swallow his cum I
also wanted to see his cock shoot.  My brother's cock was the only one I
had ever seen shoot.  I wanted to see another fire off.  I wanted to see
Ryan's, my straight buddy, the guy who would fuck any cunt he could get. I
wanted to see his load shooting.

As I feverishly pounded up and down on Ryan's cock I half expected him to
reach down and grab my head.  Instead he wrapped his legs around my waist.
Then just as he was getting ready to shoot he sat up and put his hands to
the sides of his ass.  He started pushing up with short, quick strokes. I
felt his cock spasm and quickly pulled back.  I had to see.  His first shot
was kinda of small but still landed on my shirt.  Then a rocket shot hit me
in the forehead.  That was enough to send me over the edge.  With my hips
pushed tight against the end of the bed my cock went off.  It really did
seem to explode.

Ryan's stream was thick and hot.  Although I would have loved to watch it
shoot forever I also wanted Ryan to have my mouth on his cock as he
finished.  I knew he would love it, the thought of not having to clean up.
I grabbed tight at the base of his spasming cock and shoved it back in my
mouth.  I think it went further in than it was before but I couldn't keep
it there as the force and volume of his cum was great.  As I pulled
slightly up, it oozed out my lips and slid down his dick.  I stayed on the
top of his cock until he stopped cumming then went to work cleaning up
around his meat and down to where it came out of the boxers.  I even licked
my hand clean, all the time still holding his hard cock.  Even after he
came his cock did not soften much.

Afterward he was spent and it was awkward.  He kind of mumbled "thanks man"
and got up real quick to get some clean underwear.  I'm sure he wanted me
to leave and I didn't know what to say, but made the decision that I would
leave quickly.  Yet I wanted to stay and see him change.  I was a little
disappointed that he didn't turn to me so I could see better, but but I did
get to see his ass and was surprised just how much his balls hung down,
even after being so hard and just cumming.

Well, that was it with Ryan.  We did not do anything again and we never
mentioned this.  Although I was afraid things would get weird with us it
didn't.  It was almost like nothing ever happened.  We remained friends for
several years after that.  I miss Ryan.  I really miss his cock.

Again, let me know what you think of how I wrote this up for you.  Its hard
to recount things in a dramatic enough way as to make it exciting but also
keep it as it really happened.

Next time I will tell you about Pat.  Maybe if you are nice I will also
tell you about Randy.

Drewsx420@yahoo.com