I 'm Brent, the younger brother of Brad, who just entered puberty. At first I didn't know what that meant, but I knew there was a change. We did nearly everything together, and I thought Brad was the best brother ever.

But one day he started to insist on privacy. We shared a room, but there were times he said he needed to be alone. He wouldn't tell me what it was about, but only said it was very private. I badly wanted to know what it was all about.

One day during one of those private times I quietly cracked the bedroom door open and peered in. Brad was kneeling on his bed looking as some magazines and pulling on his cock. I had no idea what he was doing, but I was fascinated. After a few minutes he moaned and pressed a tissue to his cock and seemed to really enjoy it. Now I had to find out more, but didn't dare interrupt, so I quietly closed the door.

About ten minutes later I knocked on the door and asked if I could come in and Brad agreed. I didn't say anything at first, but after a while I just couldn't resist.

"Brad, why do you pull on your cock?" I asked.

"You little shit!" he said, "You spied on me!"

"I'm sorry," I said, "I just had to know."

"You better not tell anyone!" Brad said, still looking upset."

"Brad, we've always done things together," i said, "But now you're shutting me out and I don't know why."

Brad's mood seemed to change, and after a time he said, "Brent, I am going through puberty, where my body changes and now that I'm able to cum, I really like jacking-off, which is what you saw me doing. In a year or two you'll be able to as well."

"Will you teach me how?" I asked. Brad had taught me so many things over the years, and I sure wanted to know how to jack-off!

"It won't work until you are ready," Brad replied, "But that will be soon."

"Meanwhile," I asked, "Can I at least watch how you do it?"

"I suppose it won't hurt," he replied, "But you have to just let me do it – you can watch but be quiet about it."

I agreed, and asked Brad if I could see the magazines he was looking at. He opened a dresser drawer and under his clothes were three porno magazines. One showed naked women in all sorts of poses. The other two showed women and men in various positions – some I didn't understand at the time. There were pictures of the woman sucking the guy's cock – something that never would have occurred to me, but really caught my interest.

I paged through that series of pictures and saw the man shooting white stuff into her mouth. I asked Brad about it and he told me that was cum, the stuff babies were made from. He explained that when a guy shoots cum it feels really good. He also explained that it can be done by stroking, sucking or fucking, which was what some of the other pictures showed. This was all really interesting to me, and I couldn't wait to see Brad jack-off again – this time much closer.

The next day I got my chance. Brad had me sit on a chair about ten feet from him. I wanted to be closer, but this was much better than peeking through the door crack. When Brad started his cock was soft, but after a few strokes he was really stiff, and much larger. I watched with interest as Brad stroked himself to completion, and shot his cum into the tissue, which he discarded in a waste basket.

Afterward we talked. I thanked him and asked about the guy shooting cum into the woman's mouth. "Is that safe?" I asked, thinking it might you sick.

"It's perfectly safe," explained Brad, "People swallow cum all the time, though some won't because they don't like the taste."

"What's it taste like?" I asked.

"Hell if I know," replied Brad, "But I hear it's pretty strong tasting, but some seem to love it."

When Brad left the room, I went to the waste basket and took the cum-soaked tissue out and smelled it. It was an odd smell but not bad, so I popped the tissue into my mouth and chewed on it like gum. I tasted Brad's cum and just as he said it was very strong tasting, but I kind of liked it. Once I got all the flavor out of the tissue I put it in a waste basket in the kitchen. I didn't want Brad to discover the chewed tissue and suspect anything.

Every day after school I watched Brad jack-off, and enjoyed the taste of his cum from the tissues, but I wondered what it would be like if he just came in my mouth, like the couple in the porno magazine.

As Brad grew more comfortable with my watching he let me get closer, and finally I was kneeling on the floor right next to the bed.

I finally got the nerve to ask if I could stroke him. He agreed and for the first time in my life I held another guy's cock in my hand. It felt great, especially the way it hardened as I handled it. I stroked him, and Brad said it felt better than when he did it himself. In addition, it freed up his hand, so he could pick up the magazines and get a closer look. I drew closer to his cock, holding a tissue in my other hand for when he came. Brad's cock was just inches from my face and I was loving every moment of this.

"Get ready," he said, "I'm gonna cum!"

I had the tissue ready, but as Brad began to squirt I opened my mouth and let him squirt into my mouth. He squirted five times – the first four went completely into my mouth, and the last squirted on my chin.

"What the hell?" exclaimed Brad, "Why did you do that?"

"I wanted to know how it tastes," I said.

"Well?" Brad responded.

"Like you said," I answered, "It's strong tasting, but it tasted good to me."

"Better wipe your chin," Brad said, and I used the tissue for that.

"That was really great!" Brad continued, "But I never expected you to swallow my cum, but if you like that, maybe you'd want to blow me."

"Blow you?" I replied, "What's that?"

"A blowjob," Brad explained, "It's when you make a guy cum by sucking his cock."

"You mean without stroking?" I said, "I don't know how to do that."

"I hear it's the very best way to cum," Brad said, "If you are willing, we can experiment with it and see how it works."

I agreed, then Brad had an idea. He got online and Googled "how to give a blowjob". We were both surprised to find hundreds of hits – some for porn, but some that were legitimate tutorials, describing precise techniques for sucking a cock. I read with interest, and wanted to try right away, but Brad said he couldn't go again this soon, but agreed that we could try at bedtime.

All evening long I kept thinking about sucking Brad, and couldn't wait to get to bed. Finally the time arrived and after we'd said goodnight to our parents, we closed the bedroom door and Brad said, "Get on your knees – that's the most common position."

I got on my knees and Brad took out his cock. As soon as he was in my mouth, I knew this was for me!

I just felt so right – like cocks and mouths were meant for each other – at least my mouth was. I ran my tongue all over Brad's cock, remembering some of what I'd learned online. I remembered to keep my teeth off Brad, and to move my tongue around a lot – especially under the head, and soon Brad rewarded me with his load. It was even better now, feeling his cock pulse as he pumped squirt after squirt of his hot cum into my mouth!

"Damn that was good!" said Brad, "I think you're a natural at this. Was it good for you as well?"

"It sure was!" I agreed, "Was this better than jacking-off?"

"Way better!" Brad said, "We need to do a lot more of this."

"Glad to help out," I said, "I don't think you'll need to be jacking-off any more.

"Sounds like a deal!" said Brad. We both went to bed and soon were sleeping. In the morning Brad came to my bed and brushed his cock head against my lips. It was a nice way to wake up and soon my lips parted to receive him. I sucked eagerly and soon I tasted his load once again. Brad thanked me and said be better get ready for school.

We quickly fell into an arrangement where I would suck Brad after school as well as bedtime and when we awoke. On weekends we often worked in an extra session – I was glad to suck Brad whenever he was able. Brad cautioned me to just keep this between us – it wouldn't be good for others to know. I didn't understand why, but completely trusted my brother.

Two brothers couldn't have been closer than we now were. Then one day he invited me to go with him to visit his friend Jeremy. I was surprised when Jeremy said, "I hear that you're a really good cocksucker."

I glanced as Brad and he said, "I trust Jeremy, and thought you'd like to try sucking him as well."

"Are you sure this is alright?" I asked.

"Definitely!" assured Brad, as Jeremy unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I was different than Brad's – about the same size, but he cock head was much bigger – kind of like a big mushroom.

I got on my knees and began to suck him. I found that I enjoyed a different cock in my mouth and explored his contours. Jeremy didn't take long at all and soon flooded my mouth with his cum. It was a lot more than I got from Brad – probably because I'd been sucking Brad so often. I eagerly swallowed as Jeremy pulled out.

"Gee thanks! You're a great cocksucker!" he said, "Would you do me again sometime?"

"Sure," I said, "As long as we keep this between us." I liked being a cocksucker.

On the way home I thanked Brad for hooking me up with Jeremy and asked if he had other friends who would like me to suck them.

"Let's not go to fast," Brad cautioned me, "You don't want this getting out, or for Mom and Dad to find out – they'd be really pissed!"

I'd known all along that what we were doing wasn't exactly something we wanted everyone to know about, but I still didn't know how much of a stigma it was to be a cocksucker. I sure didn't want my parents to find out!

I continued to suck Brad three times a day or more, and went to Jeremy's a couple of times a week on my own. As much as I liked sucking Brad, the variety was kind of nice, and I wondered what it would be like to suck other guys. Since Jeremy's cock was different than Brads, I supposed that other guys would be different as well, and wished I could find out.

I soon got my chance when I went to Jeremy's and found that he invited his friend Mark over for a blowjob. I gladly sucked him, and then Jeremy. Mark's cock was indeed different from Brad or Jeremy, longer than either, but kind of thin. I really couldn't decide which I liked better – they were all really nice!

As far as I knew Jeremy didn't tell anyone about my cocksucking except Mark, but Mark wasn't so careful. Soon I was approached by lots of guys wanting blowjobs. I gladly sucked them, but worried that my secret was becoming common knowledge. I told Brad, and he told me to just keep it on the "down low".

"What's that?" I asked.

"It means not telling anyone else who doesn't need to know," he explained.

"But I never told anyone," I insisted, "The other guys talked."

"Well, just be careful where you do it," he admonished me, "And don't get caught!"

I had been very careful where I sucked, but one day I found I didn't have a choice. After gym class I was showering and one of the guys said, "Show us what a good cocksucker you are."

He'd stroked his cock to erection, and sure seemed to need it. I saw five other guys pointing their hard cocks at me.

"Not here!" I protested, but I felt hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. With a cock approaching my mouth I just did what came naturally and sucked. He came quickly and another guy took his place. This continued with two more guys before we heard, "What the hell is goin' on here?"

It was Coach Marshall. Soon the guys move away, exposing me with a cock in my mouth.

"If I see any more of this sexual harassment, you guys are gonna get expelled!" he continued and ordered me to get dressed and report to his office. The shower was quickly cleared and we all got dressed in silence.

I knew I was in deep trouble, and wondered how I could possibly talk my way out of this mess. I entered the coach’s office and he told me to sit down. "Did they force you to do it?" I nodded, relieved that he didn't seem to be blaming me.

"If you want, you can file a complaint against the guys who made you do it," he said.

"I don't want to make a fuss about this," I said, not wanting a lot of attention.

"Let me ask you this," Coach Marshall asked, "Did you like doing it?"

I didn't know how he knew this, but I decided not to lie about it. "Yes," I confessed.

"I thought so," he replied, "I've heard rumors about you giving blowjobs – you really need to be more careful where you do it."

I couldn't deny the soundness of his advice and wondered what it would be like to suck him. I thanked him and asked if there was anything I could do for him.

"If you are offering me a blowjob," he said, "I'd never do that at school, but if you want you can come to my house sometime – maybe Sunday afternoon."

I agreed and he gave me his address, and we agreed upon 3pm on Sunday. I recognized the address as being just a couple streets over from mine – an easy bicycle ride.

It was a close call getting caught that way – I counted myself very fortunate that he wasn't going to cause me trouble, and soon I'd be sucking an adult cock!

The guys from my gym class caught up with me later and asked what happened. I lied and said Coach Marshall was going to call my parents, but I convinced him that it was all a mistake. I told the guys that I wouldn't suck any of them anywhere that wasn't completely private.

They invited me over to one of their houses after school, where I sucked five more guys. I was really warming up to group suck situations.

That Sunday I rode over to Coach Marshall's house and he invited me in. He asked me to undress, stating that it's best for a cocksucker to be naked. I was fine with that and soon stood before him naked. What surprised me was how aroused I was. There was something very special about being naked around someone who is clothed – I knew I'd want to be naked as often as possible.

Coach Marshall unzipped and took out his cock. I'd never seen a cock so huge before, and he must have seen the look of surprise on my face.

"Don't worry," he said, "We'll go slow so we can both enjoy it." He approached me and my mouth opened to receive his huge adult cock. It really filled my mouth, but I could still move my tongue around to explore his shape. I sucked him longer than anyone else so far – adults apparently didn't cum as fast as horny teenagers. After about fifteen minutes my jaw was getting tired, but I kept on going, and he finally came, coating my tonsils with his load. I held him in my mouth until he stopped pumping and pulled out. I swallowed and thanked him.

"You do really good work," he said, "We can do this again if you like."

"How about every Sunday?" I asked, and he quickly agreed. I got dressed, and as I left, he said I'd get a very good grade in gym.

My life was never the same once I began sucking, and I'm grateful to my brother for that!

  To be continued . . .

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