One of my earlier best friends lived a block away from me and we would cycle around together in the summer time. I called on him one morning but no one was answering so I got on my bike and was about to leave when the side door opened and Michael, his older brother called me in. He was in his sweats and obviously had nothing on underneath. I flustered because I always had a lust for him and seeing his tubesteak outlined down his left pant leg set me on fire. And I knew he caught me scoping him out. So I was desperate to get away as fast as I could, but he insisted I come in and wait.
I followed him upstairs to his bedroom, which was across the hall from Steve's and he started chatting away, saying that his brother wouldn't be gone long and I could hang out with him until then. He let me sit down in front of his computer and play HalfLife, as long as I didn't override his save game. It was a pretty cool game. I loved those barnacle thingys with the tongue that hangs down and grabs its victim and swallows them whole. I was just getting into it and finally getting rid of the boner I sprung a few minutes earlier, when Michael announced that he was going to shower. I could see him yanking down his sweats with my side vision and I could feel my boner re-emerging. He idled up beside me and gave me hints on how to proceed but I was too excited to hear him. I could feel his heat and a strong smell coming from his groin. At this point I was ready to make a run for it, but he laughed at my apparent discomfort and told me not to worry and that he liked that I was interested in his cock. I denied it at first of course, but it was obviously a lie.
Michael then asked if I would do a favour and measure his cock size. He wanted a strangers confirmation in case someone had to vouch for him. That was a stupid reason, but I felt very much inclined to follow his instructions. The trap was set and he had me and he knew it. I would do anything he asked. So he gave me one of those sewing cloth measurement tapes and he sat naked on the floor with his back against the wall and spread his legs. I took the tape and started at the root of his cock and measured up to the head. I was about to give him a number (7.5") when he told me that it can get harder if I play with it. I asked him what he wanted me to do and he told me to grab hold of it and squeeze slightly. I did and I could feel the shaft expand in my hands. I was dizzy with desire at this point, but I still kept control and was about to re-measure when Micael asked me to lick his cockhead. Well, that was all I needed to hear. I bent forward and engulfed his crown in my mouth and licked away, running my tongue around his flange and along his slit. My first taste of precum happened then. But I wanted more. I wanted the good gooey stuff. So I started going down on his shaft and sucked and licked as much as I could. In under a minute I was gulping down shot after shot of Michael's jizz. And I loved it. He loved it too, as I looked into his eyes and saw the deep satisfaction I gave him.
Now I was in charge. I told him it was his turn to taste me. My shorts were already wet with precum, but he didn't care, as he pulled them down and gave me my first blowjob. That didn't take long of course. But he didn't miss a drop. We both laughed at each other and Michael suggested I shower with him quickly before Steve gets back.
When Steve eventually showed up, we went on our way and spent the day cycling. He later asked where my thoughts were as I seemed to be preoccupied, but I never told him what happened. We remained friends for that summer, and I had a few more encounters with his brother, but they moved out of town that fall and I never heard from them again.
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