This story involves teen male/teen male viva voce sex between comrade. If you do not like this eccentric of thing, please turn back recital here. This story really happened to me.


I think all boys do it at least once…

As boys are growing up and start to learn about erection, masturbation, and sex, I think they all play around with another boy's member at least once. Usually they find out about miss, pussies, and sex and they don't ever think about other boys again.

As I was growing up, I lived in a very rural orbit, and sex was a matter that was never touched openly. My parents never told me anything about sex. At shoal, our wellness teacher talked briefly about sex in a couple course of instruction ( one about male flesh, and one about female build ), but the matter of sexual intercourse, or other sex acts was never really discussed. We were all left to learn about sex on our own, usually through senior pal and sisters or friends telling about their experiences.

I had managed to instruct about onanism by chance event in the shower one day when I was about 13-14 years old. I practiced that every fortune I got, when one day about a year later, I happened to slide by my Old brother room and saw him looking at a man-about-town magazine because he had forgotten to fully conclude his door. He was laying on his bed slowly stroking his laborious penis and I don't think he noticed me. A few days later, I sneaked into his room and found his stash and swiped a dyad to look at myself. I didn't know what I had found at the metre, until I started to browse through them. I had grabbed a Penthouse and a Hustler. phonograph needle to say, I had many a great masturbation session with those magazines. A few months later, I went back to look for some new material and I grabbed a couple Sir Thomas More slattern. While I was leafing through one of them, I found some Polaroid photos marking a characterization series. One of the photos had my brother sitting in a chair with a nude woman sitting in his lap. The future photo had him behind her doing her doggy dash. The last pic had the woman sucking my Brother's tool. acerate leaf to say, I almost came in my pants when I saw those exposure of my chum, and I masturbated to them many times.

A few workweek later, my brother hadn't closed his room access again, and he was laying there stroking himself while looking at a mag again. I watched for a few irregular, before I quietly went into my room and stripped to jerk off to the magazines & picture I had taken from my brother's elbow room. I almost had a heart attack when he walked in, still nude and he handed me a mates more of his hustler mag and told me that if I wanted more to just let him know, but I needed to preserve them hidden from mom. I was just staring at his hard prick, and I don't know where it came from but I blurted out"I want to try you."

"What do you stand for ?"he asked.

"I want to try to blow your cock."I replied

He asked me if I was sure, and I could only nod my headspring yes. He stepped towards me as I was sitting on the edge of my bed. I leaned forward and held his cock in my helping hand for a second, then I leaned my side in and sucked his peter into my mouth. I managed to get about a third of his cock in my mouthpiece and I sucked on it, not knowing what I was doing. After a little bit ( maybe 45-60 seconds ), I stopped sucking and sat back up asking him if I was doing it right. He pushed me back on my bed and took my hard little penis into his mouth completely, while rubbing my glob with his mitt. He bobbed his head up and down a few times before I felt that foggy feeling I got properly before ejaculating. He lifted up smiling a piddling and my penis was getting gentle, but I didn't feel the same as when I would jerk off myself. It didn't flavor like I had actually ejaculated, but I was getting sonant as if I had. He quietly left and I laid there with the new magazines and tried to get gruelling and masturbate, but I fell asleep fairly quickly. I woke up still naked and with one of the magazines on my belly.

My brother and I never talked about that incident. I kept sneaking cartridge from him for the next few years and I'm sure he knew I was doing it. I would occasionally recover a new Polaroid of him and the woman in one of the magazine, and I even found a few of a man sucking my brother's cock, or my sidekick sucking the man's peter, but they never showed the man's face. When I got to know the proprietor of a topical anesthetic restaurant, I realized that the char was the one in my brother's pictures. I could never be positive, but I was betting that the soul taking most the polaroids was her husband. I never tried to use that selective information, or those polaroids to my vantage though. To this day, over 20 years later, I still feel I owe my pal a comme il faut blowjob, and I still regret that I never tried to use those exposure to my advantage. It wasn't until I was in my moment semester in college before I ever had sex with a girl, but I have never received a blowjob from anyone other than that one my brother gave me. To this day, I do still make thoughts and illusion about having sex with another man, or involving another man in sex with my married woman, but I have never had the courageousness to direct it any further. Who knows, maybe I will someday ...