One afternoon, I was putting the lawnmower away in the shed behind the house. I'd finished mowing the lawn in record time and nobody was around, so I decided to reward myself. The shed had two rooms with a door between them. I'd just taken my penis out of my pants when I heard someone outside. I ducked into the inner room, pulled the door partially closed and hastily rearranged my clothes.
My older brother Larry came in and closed the outside door. He took a magazine out from behind a stack of boards and sat down on the old coach under the window. He looked at the magazine for a few minutes and then stood up, took his shirt off and pulled his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His penis was standing out from his body. It was a lot bigger than I'd ever imagined. He sat back down and started slowly stroking himself. He'd put the magazine down on the coach and he was staring at the pictures, occasionally reaching out to turn a page.
I was kneeling behind the door hardly breathing because I was afraid he'd hear me. I put my hand between my legs and started rubbing my crotch through my blue jeans.
Larry started whispering as he jerked himself off faster. "Talk dirty to me, please. I'm fucking you . . . I'm ramming my big fat cock up your hot hole! Fuck me harder, big boy! Shove that big dick all the way up me. You're going to make me cum so hard . . . Shoot all that hot white juice into me. You're gonna get all that cum, slut! I'm gonna spew like a fire hose! Hammer me baby! Pound me with that big prick! Shoot your load inside me right now . . . fuck me . . . Fuck me! . . . Fuck my . . . oooh!! . . . Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Oh god I'm coming! Gerrr! Arrgh!!"
By now my cock was back out. I was gasping as I manipulated myself, but it didn't matter. Larry was making enough noise to drown out any sounds I might make. I almost screamed when I saw the first jet of cum burst out of his cock and splash against his throat and chest. Larry's cock was spurting like a fountain. I didn't think it was ever going to stop, but it eventually did and Larry collapsed against the back of the couch. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard.
He stayed in that position for several minutes, still holding onto his cock. Then he reached behind the couch and pulled out an old towel. He wiped himself off, got dressed and hid the magazine again. Just before he walked out of the shed, he touched his chin. There was a big blob of semen on it. He wiped his chin with a finger, then stuck the finger in his mouth.
After Larry had been gone for a few minutes, I slipped out of the back room, retrieved the towel Larry had just used, wiped my cum off my penis and hand and zipped my pants back up. Then I pulled the magazine from its hiding place.
I was shocked when I looked at Larry's magazine. There were no pictures of women, only men. Men sucking other men's cocks. Men fucking other men's assholes. Men sucking cock while being ass fucked. There was even a set of photos of a man fucking another man's asshole while a third man fucked him.
I looked through the magazine several times, not really believing the things I was seeing. I couldn't believe men did those things with each other. I couldn't believe Larry had been looking at those pictures while masturbating. I couldn't believe I'd jacked off twice while staring at the pictures and my cock was still as hard as ever.
After cumming again, I put the magazine back into its hiding place and left the shed. I couldn't get the pictures out of my mind.
* * *
I spent the next several weeks fantasizing about Larry and the things from the magazine.
The night finally came when I progressed beyond fantasy. It was Friday. Mom and Dad had gone out of town to visit friends for the weekend. My sister Susan was out on a date and wouldn't be home until after midnight. The four-year-old twins were in bed. Larry was in his room. I went out to the shed, turned on the light and took Larry's magazine out. That's when I thought of a better way to get my rocks off.
Larry had moved into the basement a year before. The room was smaller than his old bedroom and seemed sort of dark and creepy. He spent most of his time there, burning incense, listening to his stereo and practicing his electric guitar for hours on end. I could hear him playing long before I reached his door. He was really good. He was the youngest musician in a local band named "Pussy Galore." The other members were in their late twenties and early thirties.
I heard a muffled "Come in," in response to my knock. Larry was sitting in a straight chair, holding his guitar.
"Hey Larry, I've got something to show you," I announced as I sauntered into the room and switched off his amplifier.
"Turn that back on," he growled. "We're playing tomorrow and I need to practice."
"You've been practicing since supper," I replied. His magazine was under my arm. I took it out and opened it to show a close-up of a man being butt-fucked. "Do you recognize this?"
Larry's eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open. He stayed that way, looking more like a cartoon than a human, for long seconds. "What the hell is that?" he finally growled. "Where did you get that disgusting thing?" He'd waited too long. We both knew I had him.
I left him hanging for a moment, then moved in for the kill. "I know this is your magazine," I said. "I've seen you jacking off while looking at the pictures."
Larry was smart. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Don't worry," I answered. "I'm not going to tell anyone. I just want to do it."
Larry looked at me for a long minute. "Lock the door," he finally said, getting up from the chair and putting the guitar in its stand.
Larry pulled his pants and shorts down around his ankles and sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread. His cock was already stiff. "Don't just stand there staring," he said, "come suck it."
An instant later, I was kneeling between Larry's knees, staring at the erect penis a few inches from my face. "This is it," I thought, extending my hand. For the first time, I began caressing another boy's genitals. I drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of Larry's penis. He gasped as I bent down to lick it off.
I continued licking as I slowly took him into my mouth. I paused with my lips wrapped around the indentation between his head and his shaft and stroked him with my tongue. The taste was overpowering. I reached between my legs and fumbled my own cock out of my pants.
Larry rolled his hips, thrusting his stiffness further into my mouth. I began moving my head in time with his thrusts, sliding my mouth down over his shaft, then back up to kiss his cock head. I sucked harder as Larry began moving faster, swallowing my saliva mixed with his seminal fluid.
His cock throbbed and Larry screamed as he suddenly flooded my mouth with semen. I swallowed frantically, trying not lose a drop of his fluid. Finally spent, he fell back on the bed.
I continued holding Larry's penis in my mouth, dreamily feeling it soften. I gradually realized that my own cock was still painfully stiff. I stood up and pulled Larry back into a sitting position. "Suck my cock now," I commanded, gripping the back of his head and pulling him to my crotch. I came as I was pushing my penis between his lips.
"Look at the way that guy's getting fucked," Larry commented, looking up from the magazine. It was half an hour after we'd sucked each other's cocks. We were sitting naked on Larry's bed, looking at the pictures in one of the gay porn magazines he'd pulled out of the back of his closet.
"It's really awesome," I agreed. "That black guy's cock must be splitting him in two. I can't believe how horny it's making me."
"Yeah, me too," Larry answered, wrapping his hand around my stiff dick. "Let's do something about that."
"You bet," I said. "But first I want to know something. This didn't seem like your first time. Was it?"
"Hell, no." Larry replied. "I've been having sex with Jeff Ketcham for the past year."
"The big man on the football team?" I asked incredulously.
"You bet!" Larry said. "Jeff fucks cheerleaders for show, but he really likes doing other guys. I've fucked his ass more times than he's fucked mine."
"Speaking of fucking asses," Larry continued, "your time has come."
Larry took a tube of lubricant from a hiding place in the closet and had me lie down on my stomach. My practice in the bathroom served me well. His greased finger slid easily into my asshole. "You're ready for me," he said with surprise in his voice.
"Yeah," I answered. "Do it now."
Larry withdrew his finger. Moments later, I felt something much larger pressing against the entrance to my asshole. There was a little pain as Larry pushed forward, slowly opening and entering me. I squirmed, but I couldn't escape. When he finally stopped moving, I could feel his balls pressed against my buttocks and I realized his entire length was inside me.
The pain had fled, leaving only intense excitement. "Your cock's all the way up my ass," I said wonderingly. "You've started fucking me."
"Yeah, I'm in you," Larry growled. "Are you ready to really get fucked?"
"Come on," I said. "Drive your big hard cock up my ass. Fuck me really good."
Larry began moving his dick in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. I moaned with pleasure as he thrust into me. He was startled when I suddenly said, "Hold it a second."
"What's wrong?" he asked anxiously.
"I want to turn over so we can do it face to face," I answered.
Larry pulled his dick out of my asshole. I rolled over and assumed my fantasy position, folding my legs against my chest, gripping my knees and lifting my butt into the air.
Larry positioned his cock at the entrance to my invitingly poised asshole and reentered me with one swift stroke. I screamed at the sudden sensation, but it wasn't a scream of pain. Larry lifted himself up on his fingers and toes, as if preparing to do pushups, and started ramming my asshole.
I was screaming with pleasure. Each of Larry's thrusts was generating a miniature orgasm. I tried to grasp my dick, but it was hard to reach around my folded legs. I suddenly realized that I'd shoot the instant I touched myself and I didn't want to come that quickly.
Larry suddenly sank to his knees, gripped my ankles and spread my legs wide. Now he was driving his cock into me even more deeply than before. I felt his hot cum spraying into my asshole. An instant later, my own untouched cock began spurting.
Finally spent, Larry lowered his body on top of mine. We lay there gasping for breath. His face was inches above mine. I suddenly felt the irresistible desire to do something more frightening than any of the sexual things we'd just done. I lifted my head and kissed him full on the lips.
Larry jerked back as if burned. "Guys don't do that," he said.
"The magazines have pictures of men kissing," I replied.
"Yeah, but that's not real," he answered. "Jeff Ketcham and I never kiss."
"So I can kiss your cock but not your mouth?"
Larry was silent for a long time. "I guess that's not really fair," he finally admitted. "It just seems like something you should save for girls."
"It's not like your kissing me felt bad," Larry said after another long thoughtful pause. "It just surprised me." Then Larry surprised me by planting his lips firmly against mine.
We kissed for a long time. Larry surprised me again by opening his mouth and pushing his tongue between my lips. It was more erotic than I'd ever imagined. My cock, which had softened after my orgasm, was growing rock hard again. So was Larry's.
Larry finally ended our long kiss and started sucking my nipples. It was an incredible turn-on. Suddenly, he jumped off the bed and bent over with his hands on the arm of the big overstuffed chair in the corner. "Fuck my ass now," he commanded.
It only took a second to grease my pole and position myself behind Larry. He gasped as I slid smoothly into his butt. "Your cock feels good in my asshole," he whispered. "Come on, fuck me hard. I'm ready."
I began sliding my penis rapidly in and out of Larry's asshole. "Your ass is wonderful!" I exclaimed. "I've never felt anything so hot and tight."
"That's right!" Larry gasped. "Ram your big fat cock up my hot hole!"
"Yeah, I'm fucking you," I growled, gripping him around the waist for support. "I'm ramming my cock up your asshole and slamming my balls against your butt cheeks. This is better than anything I've ever felt."
"Fuck me harder, big boy!" Larry cried. "Shove your big dick all the way up my asshole. This is the best fuck I've ever had."
"I'm gonna cum so hard . . ." I gasped, ramming Larry's butt with all my energy.
"Shoot all that hot white man juice into me!" Larry exclaimed.
"You're gonna get all that cum, slut!" I replied. "I'm gonna spew like a fire hose up your ass!"
"Hammer me baby!" Larry was barely coherent now. "Pound me with that big prick! Shoot your load inside me right now . . . fuck me . . . Fuck me! . . . Fuck my ass . . . oooh!! . . . Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!"
"Oh god I'm coming!" Larry and I screamed in unison. " Gurrr! Arrgh!!" He sprayed the chair and floor as I flooded his butt.
Larry and I rested for a while and looked at more gay magazines. Then we fucked each other again. I knew my world was never going to be the same.
Copyright © 2003 by Ken James
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental.
Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.
Copyright © 2017 by Ken James