I was twenty, back from college for the summer, and often spent my time on the couch watching a basketball game. My brother, three years older and a total homophobe, never let me forget he hated that I was gay. Living under the same roof forced him to deal, but he always had a jab ready.
His buddy Steve was over a lot, and damn, he was hot. Long curly hair, smooth face, and a swimmer’s body from all the laps he did with my brother. He knew I was gay too, but unlike my brother, he was cool about it, always nice, always giving me these looks that made my stomach flip. That Saturday, he was chilling with me on the couch, waiting for my brother so they could head out to dinner with their friends.
My brother barged out of his room in just a towel. “Yo, cocksucker, you watching the game or just checking out their junk?” Then he turned to Steve. “I’m gonna shower, man. We’ll head out after.”
“Take your time,” Steve said. The bathroom door shut, and the shower kicked on.
My face was burning. My brother’s words hit hard, but Steve just leaned in closer. “He’s such a dick to you, huh?” he said.
“Yeah, I’m used to it,” I mumbled.
“He’s an asshole,” Steve said. “I hate how he talks to you.”
“Yeah?”
“You know it’s fine to be gay, right?” he said, looking into my eyes. “Nothing wrong with hooking up with a guy if you’re both into it. Feels pretty damn good, I bet.”
I swallowed hard. “I guess.”
“What, you’ve never hooked up with a guy?” he asked.
“Nah, who’d even want to?” I said, half-laughing, half-serious.
Steve’s lips curved into a smirk. “Plenty of guys would. Come on, you got a crush on anyone? What’d you do if you had the chance?”
I froze. “I don’t know. Nobody.”
“Not even me?” he teased. I just stared, my brain short-circuiting as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin.
“Come here, Josh” he said “come closer."
I was nervous as hell, but I scooted toward him, my heart racing. Steve’s hand landed on my shoulder, his fingers sliding up to graze the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I looked into his eyes, barely breathing. “Steve… you gay?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer. Just kept looking at me, his thumb brushing my neck.
“Are you gay?” I asked again.
“Maybe,” He just smiled and kissed my cheek.
“So, have you ever given someone a blowjob?” Steve asked.
I shook my head, my dick already throbbing. “No,” I said.
“Wanna try it?” he asked.
I nodded, feeling my throat tighten as he motioned to his crotch. “Will your brother be in the shower long?” he glanced toward the bathroom door.
“Yeah, he takes some time,” I said. “I’m pretty sure he jerks off in there.”
Steve chuckled. He reached over and took my hand, guiding it to his stomach. His abs were firm under my fingers, and I could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt. Slowly, he moved my hand down, past the edge of his shirt, to the waistband of his pants. He undid his belt and the button of his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. “You do the zipper,” he said. “Better hurry, though, so we don’t get busted.”
My hands were trembling a little as I reached for the zipper. my heart was pounding in my ears, but then I pulled it down. I reached inside, the fabric of his boxers soft against my fingers, and felt his cock for the first time. It was already half-hard, warm and thick in my hand. I pulled it out through the hole in his boxers and just stared at it for a moment, my brain struggling to process what I was about to do.
“Go ahead,” Steve said. “It likes you.”
I got down on my knees between his legs, my hands resting on his thighs for balance. I leaned forward, my mouth hovering just inches from his cock. I glanced up at him one last time, his beautiful eyes watching me with encouragement. Then I opened my mouth and took him in, the tip of his cock pressing against my tongue. He let out a restrained moan, and the sound went straight to my dick.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head.
I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I tried to remember what I’d seen in porn videos, keep my teeth out of the way, don’t gag, use my tongue. I slid my tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling the veins and the heat of him, and then I reached down with one hand to cup his balls. He let out another moan, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Oh my God, this is amazing,” he said. “You’re a natural.”
I pulled back a little, still holding his cock in my hand, and looked up at him. He smiled at me, his fingers still tangled in my hair. “You’re one of the best I’ve ever had,” he said. “And this is your first time.”
I didn’t say anything, just went back to work, sliding my mouth over him again. I could feel his hips shifting slightly, like he was trying not to thrust into my mouth, and it only made me want to do better. I sucked harder, my hand working the base of his cock, my tongue flicking over the sensitive spot just below the head.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re killing me.”
The sound of the shower was still going in the background, and I knew we had time, but I also knew it wouldn’t last forever. I pulled my lips away, still stroking him, and looked up at him again. “I want you to cum soon,” I said, my voice husky. “I don’t want to get interrupted… or leave you with blue balls.”
He nodded. “Where should I shoot my load?” he asked.
I didn’t hesitate. “Where do you normally shoot?”
“Some guys like it in their face or in their mouths,” he said, his hand brushing my cheek. “But the best ones swallow it.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I went back down on him, taking him deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around him. I could feel his thighs tensing under my hands, his breathing getting faster and more ragged. I sucked him hard, my hand working him in rhythm with my mouth, and then the worst thing happened.
The shower turned off.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Steve’s hand gripped my head, holding me in place as he thrust up into my mouth. I felt his body tense, his cock pulsing in my throat, and then I tasted him, hot and salty, filling my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was so much of it. I pulled back, opening my mouth to show him the cum I was still holding, and he laughed.
“Swallow it,” he said hoarsely.
I did, tilting my head back and letting it slide down my throat. Then, to his surprise, I went back down, licking him clean, sucking every last drop from him before I finally pulled away and sat back on my heels.
Steve was still catching his breath as he pulled his pants up just as the bathroom door opened, and my brother walked out, towel around his waist.
He didn’t even look at us and said, “Let me get dressed.” and went to his room.
Steve glanced at me. “You’re pretty good at that,” his voice low so my brother wouldn’t hear.
I felt my face heat up, but I couldn’t help smiling back. “Thanks,” I said
Steve leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. “We should do that again sometime,” he whispered and then pulled back to quickly give me a peck on my lips.
I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah,” I said, my voice barely audible. “We should.”
My brother came downstairs a few minutes later and they left, Steve winked at before leaving.
I could still taste Steve on my tongue, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it…
