Erotic gay fiction inspired by model Tatum courtesy of Southern Strokes. Click to see more!
My hunk of a brother-in-law finally found a job in far off Seattle and he and my sister moved out of the family home. I was devastated. Tom, who'd convinced me my sister was frigid, had got me to suck his cock and spread my eighteen year old buns for him one night and several times later in the months that followed. He never sucked on my dick, but he'd slipped into my room at least three nights a week to get his dick off. I'd gotten to be really good working that stud cock of his and, once he left, all that was over. For a while anyway. I guess a month had gone by, a month of jerking-off to the memory of Tom's hot cock sliding in me from all points, when a school friend named Lee came over to shoot a few baskets in our driveway. Lee was one of those all-around jocks and I'd had several beat-off fantasies about his tight hard body. In my fantasies, I did all the dick sucking. Lee would set the pattern Tom got going with me; always giving, never receiving. Anyway, the day was warm and soon we were both hot and sweaty. I asked Lee if he wanted a lemonade and he told me he'd rather have a shower. Too bad since my father didn't like showers and never had one installed. We only used bathtubs. But Lee thought that was okay; said it didn't make any difference to him. Nobody else was home so I turned on some tapes and he sat on the john while I stripped down in front of him. We talked about school, about our plans for college as we both got naked. We'd seen each other plenty of times in the school showers so it was no big deal. I hopped in the bathtub first, washed down and rinsed off while our conversation continued. Once I got out, I rinsed the tub, toweled down and Lee took his turn. I sat on the edge of the tub as the conversation took off onto cunt fucking, and some of the sleazy whores he'd rammed with his fat, hard cock. At the mention of the word "cock", I couldn't get my eyes off his crotch. When he laid back in the water, his dick and balls floated upward, like they were searching for my mouth. He didn't have any body hair other than a thick patch down around his cock and balls. Finally, I tore my eyes away from his crotch and looked up to meet his steady stare. There was no expression in his eyes, he just kept talking trivialities.. But I knew, absolutely knew, that he wanted me to suck him off. Blatant now, I kept returning my gaze to his cock. Slowly he soaped it, gently milking it and fondling his balls. He didn't get hard, but it got longer and thicker. I stopped talking altogether and just stared at his cock. Rinsing himself thoroughly, Lee finally stood. Then he stepped out of the tub.. From where I sat, his fat, clean cock was just inches from my mouth. I looked up at him, waiting for a signal. Still he said nothing. Then he moved his hips forward just a fraction of an inch. Somehow I knew it was okay so I reached for his balls and pulled him closer. I looked up. No expression, not a word. But his rod was hardening fast. I leaned forward to lick and kiss the head of it. Lee took a deep breath and moved closer. With a moan, I opened wide and sucked him inside my mouth. Tom, my brother-in-law, had been a good teacher He told me many times that as a cocksucker I had no equal. And when I sucked Tom off, he had to put a pillow over his face 'cause he moaned and groaned and would have awakened the whole family with all the noise he was making if he hadn't had the pillow over his face. Once, when the family was out, he let me suck him for hours. And he really let himself go. Talking dirty, moaning, yelping, calling out encouragement when my jaws grew tired. It was a real turn-on. Today, with Lee, I sucked harder. I slid his big cunt rammer down my throat and tried to swallow it up to his nuts. I buried my nose in Lee's dick hair. It smelled of soap, clean like his cock was clean. Again I took it all the way down my throat and now Lee began to pump, nice and slow I cupped his balls in one hand and reached around to play with his asshole with the other. But he took it away and put it on his flat belly. I took his dick out of my mouth and licked his nuts and the insides of his thighs. Still not a sound out of him, but after a minute, he guided his thick prong back to my lips. I knew he was about ready to cum. His balls slapped against my chin. I sucked harder. Now Lee took my face in his two big hands and held me firm on his meat, fucking my face fast and hard. I could feel the cum starting its journey into my mouth. And then he shot his hot, sweet load; spurt after spurt down my throat. I listened for a sound, but all I got was a sucking noise as he pulled air in between clenched teeth. Finally he pulled out and I cleaned. him off with my tongue. Not a word from him. Back in my bedroom, we got dressed, Lee finally started speaking—but only generalities—not a word of what had just transpired. We replayed that scene pretty often after that, usually in his car at night, once or twice in my bedroom when we were supposed to be studying. And never once did he say a word, never once did he let out a moan of pleasure. And never once did we discuss it. Our silent sex continued throughout our Freshman days in college until Lee finally met some tramp bitch and gave up cock sucking altogether; or, at least as far as I knew To this day Tom and Lee were my only all-male sex experiences and I beat-off daily thinking about their young, hairy cocks sliding into me and pumping me full of their white, thick dick loads.
