I was dating and screwing around with my big brother’s friend. He was the first guy I had been with. We had touched, kissed each other, and jacked off together. He had gone down on me a few times as well. Here is the story of the first time I went down on a guy, and it was him!

We went out for a movie. Every now and then he’d look over at me and wink or smile. He touched my knee a few times just to tease me. I was really dying to make out with him that night. We went out to eat that night after the movie. We drove back to his parent’s place. I was ready to jump his bones now.

He was spending his last week in his parents’s basement before moving out on his own. We sat on the porch and talked for a while. He said he was getting cold. His nipples were hard on his white t shirt. I touched them. We walked to the door and he said “you wanna come in? I’d say we could watch a movie but we just did that. “ He kissed my neck and whispered “I’m sure we can find something to do.” And smiled. 

I felt nervous. We had made out a lot but it was always at my place. Maybe I was afraid he’d lock me up in the basement and never let me out. I was totally in love with him, and I was hoping to break away because I was scared. However, I kept falling deeper instead of out. I couldn’t’ resist his sexy eyes. Maybe being locked up in his basement tied up for eternity wasn't so bad a fate. 

He took me by the hand and led me down the stairs to his place. It was pretty put together still considering he was moving. It was dark except for a red light and a few night lights. It was sexy like being in a bar. He was a very preppy gorgous guy, but he had all of these indie rock posters on the wall glowing. I felt like I was in a seedy bar looming with lust and sex yet had my little preppy dream guy with me. His baseball trophies were piled in a box next to s stack of cd’s I knocked over. "Leave it." He came toward me. We kissed slowly. He pressed me into a wall and I felt his hard dick press into my hard on. He bit my lip and breathed on me. He put my hands behind my back teasing me. He kissed me and softly bit my neck and released me. We grinded into each other a little releasing a little tension and growing more all the while. 
“I wanna make you cum.” He said quietly. I wanted to run. I wanted to stay. He took me by the hand and I sat on his couch. I saw a guitar on the wall. There was so much I knew and didn t know yet about this gorgeous sexy creature. I loved the fact he looked like a hot quarterback but was kind of a freak. He was hot and into cool underground stuff. Did I mention gay? He started to unzip my pants. I wanted to scream “don’t ever leave me.” 

He undid my zipper and took out my dick. He held it and stroked it hard. His eyes were fixed on my dick. I looked around and saw a picture in a frame of a him on a college baseball team. I saw my brother in the same picture. it made the moment beyond surreal, but the pleasure of his mouth pumping up and down my slippery cock made it insignificant. I dug my fingers into the couch cushions as his head bobbed up and down. I tried not to look at him. If I saw his sweet hot lips on my dick I would blow without a second's hesitation.

I came. I came hard. I looked down and saw his head of slightly curly light brown hair still in my lap. I stroked his head. He swallowed all the cum I released. He normally spit it out. I was surprised. Maybe he felt he knew me better so it was ok to eat my cum? He said he haed eating cum. How could suck a pretty boy do something so dirty?

“Baby, you actually lasted more than two minutes. That’s a good thing.” He said to me jokingly and matter of factly. I didn’t tell him that it was because I had a vision of him with my brother from days past in my head that made me feel weird. (my brother is straight) . My brother knew I was gay and knew I was with him. I just didn’t like shooting my load into a guy’s mouth two feet from his picture.

I took my position in front of him kneeling as he sat on the couch now. I felt his hard fat long dick under his jeans. I took it out slowly. The sight was magnificent. I was so amused and delighted with playing with his cock. It would twitch and move a little as I jerked it. I normally reciprocated my blowjob with a hand job.

My hand started to jerk his wide shaft. “That feels good baby. It needs some lube though.” I didn’ t know what to do or say so I looked at him. “Put it in your mouth and then take it out. That will lube it up quick. I don’t have anything. That way you can jerk me off quicker” He was asking me to put his dick in my mouth. I knew I wanted a cock in my mouth for years. Why not tear down the walls now and just do it?

I felt close to him as a friend so I just did it. I put half of his throbbing meat into my mouth. I slowly pushed the rest into the back of my throat as I held the base. It was glorious. It didn’t have much of a taste, but I loved feeling of his thick cock filling up my mouth. I slowly went up and down keeping most in my mouth. “Oh my God baby” he said to me. “Don’t stop.” He caressed the tops of my shoulders and back. He put his hand on my head and started to pump into my mouth. “mm..I am almost there..oh my God..I’m coming” he said as he pulled my head off his cock. He came all over himself and it was disgusting and sexy as hell at the same time. He t shirt had been pulled up so he had cum dripping down his hard abs and on his shirt. He seemed relaxed about it. He took off his shirt. He still had cum on his tan hard abs. I swirled the cum with my fingers on his abs a little like a kid playing with sand. I put some cum on his nipple and sucked it off. I could tell that pretty much turned him on. He loved wild sex and impulsive crazy things.

I licked a thin stream of cum off his navel and then kissed him. I could feel the cum like slime mixing with our saliva. The cum was now gone. So were our erections but my feelings for him burned like a wildfire. I was in a cage. Being gay wasn’t just a fling after all. I needed someone to talk to. I wished he wasn’t the only one I knew who was gay.

“Do you ever wish you weren’t gay?” I asked him. “What? Why would you ask that? You wish you weren’t with me?” he asked. He stroked my hair as I rested my head on his warm chest. “”No. I just get freaked out about it sometimes. I wondered how you felt. I didn’t know how else to bring it up. You always seemed like you knew so much about being gay.” I said.
“well. I’m only a couple years older than you. Yea I have fucked two guys before you and had a sexual relationship with them that was pretty hot and heavy. But. . .you know I know a lot about sex like positions and stuff, but the emotional stuff I am just as lost as you. I’m still figuring it all out. All I had was sex with those guys. That's it and they kicked me out the door and I was ok with it too at the time. I was young. very.”

“Um for the record we haven’t um done the “f word” thing together.” I said. He laughed. “I know. “ he said. “we’ve taken a lot of steps pretty fast already.”

“Does it hurt?” I asked. 
“You are worse than a little kid with all your darn questions.” He joked. “Ok I will answer it in one word. Yes.”
“Oh” I said.
“Just don’t ask me if I have all the answers to being gay and why and all that. I don’t know or care to really think about it.”
“Ok then if it hurts why would you let those guys fuck you?”
“I don’t know. . .I guess because they let me fuck them in return. IT feels good to fuck somebody. It’s complicated. It doesn’t hurt like cutting yourself . It’s hard to explain. It feels kinda good when you get used to it. And you like someone’s dick you just might want them to hurt you with it.”

That made sense to me. 
I wondered how many ways we might hurt each other. The thought of losing him already hurt me.