There were a few other cocks I sucked until I went to college, but not many and not regularly. I sure missed him or at least his yummy cock. But you will have to suck me off everyday." And I did for the next 6 months until Brad's family moved away. I'll suck your dick whenever you want me to - just don't say anything to the other guys."īrad grinned at me and said "Ok, I won't tell. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell the other guys that you want to do them. Finally, he pulled it out of my mouth and said "Good blowjob faggot. "It's good to the last drop." And it was. And then he shot twice more right in my face! Pulling back his foreskin, he rubbed the head of his cock in the cum on my face and then shoved his cock back in my mouth. After about 4 shots, he pulled his still hard cock from my mouth and grabbed it in his fist and pumped it some more. "I'm coming" he yelled and I felt his cock throb, and I was soon choking as he shot load after load of hot, sweet and yet sour cum into my mouth. After a few minutes, I felt his body tense and he grabbed my head and starting pounding his cock in and out of my mouth. I then took him in my mouth again and continued sucking. I slid my tongue into the slit and was rewarded with more precum. I licked up the shaft of his rigid penis, ending at the heads as it peeked out from the foreskin. I tried to take one of his balls in my mouth but it was too big. "Lick my balls." I did with pleasure, tasting his musty sweat. I started bobbing my head up and down his cock rapidly, hoping he would fill my mouth with his jizz. I couldn't wait to have his cum in my mouth. I opened wide and engulfed his cockhead between my lips. I'm gonna shoot a load of cum into you and you're going swallow it all like a good little pussy"
"You are quite the little faggot aren't you? Well go on, suck my dick fag. "I thought you would do that!" Brad laughed. I fell to my knees and started licking his mushroom shaped cockhead. Precum started to flow profusely from the slit in his cock. I slowly jacked his cock up and down, fascinated by his foreskin moving up and down, hiding the purple head, then exposing it. My hand would barely fit all around his massive girth. Then, part of my dream came true as I sat down bedside him and took his magnificent cock in my hand. "Why don't you come over hear and sit beside me?" Brad offered with a grin. "I don't know if I am but I have dreamed of being alone with you while we jacked off for a long time" I told him. "I wondered why you were always staring at me, or my cock" Brad said. "Can I touch your cock?" I asked nervously, hoping he wouldn't punch me out. He noticed my staring and kind of laughed. He must have sensed something was up (so to speak) because he looked at my hard on and commented that I was really eager. I was already hard and throbbing just with the thought of being alone with Brad. When we got inside, we both dropped our pants. My heart was pounding in my chest as we walked to the barn. When we tired of that, Brad suggested we head to the barn.
I would dream that Brad would stand up and come stand in front of me and start rubbing his beautiful hard cock all over my face and then shoving it's full length in my mouth, forcing me to suck him until he came. While the other guys would fantasize about the models in the magazines, I would fantasize about Brad's cock. My cock, on the other hand was only 4 inches and skinny. Where most of the guys would have 5 or 6 inches, Brad's cock was at least eight inches long, uncut, and thick. Brad, whose father owned the barn we would meet in, was really hung.
I could often win the fastest competition but my cock was much smaller than most of the others and couldn't match the distance some of these guys could. Sometimes there would be as many as 6 of us sitting around with our pants and underwear around our ankles competing to see who could cum the fastest or shoot the farthest. We often had group masturbation sessions in the barn of one of our friend's father. As a teenager, our sexual activity was confined to masturbating while looking at magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. There was not much opportunity for sex with girls in a small town. I grew up in a small town and did not move to the city until college.