I sucked my friend Carl from ages thirteen to seventeen. He rarely sucked me. I used to get so excited sucking him I could cum just by rubbing my cock against his leg. I could cum right in my jeans. When I say that Carl rarely sucked me, I mean like about two times and never to completion. That happened at the beginning, but he said it made him sick. I sucked him hundreds of times, before he went away to college, and later into the marines.
Carl was a typical looking young jock type kid, always playing sports from the time when I first met him in Junior High School. He was in my home room class, and I did notice him the first day. He had a nicely built athletic body, even at that age. He would wear tight blue jeans, and often times a white t shirt, that showed off his body. I was all ready fooling around with my friend David at that time, and I knew that Carl was the kind of guy that I would love to play with too, but I didn't know how to ask.
I found out that Carl's family had recently moved into town, and that he lived only a few streets away from mine. I saw him walking to school in the morning, and soon we began walking to school together, sometimes with other friends and other times by ourselves. He acted more like an older brother to me, even though we were the same age. He was always talking about different girls in school and how he wanted to see their titties and how horny he was to bang some of the cheerleaders, or at least have one give him a wet sloppy blowjob. Carl would get all animated and excited and his face turned red, as he would subconsciously adjust his crotch, while he was going on about fucking and sucking. And my eyes would always drift to his hand on his crotch, and he would often catch my eyes darting down towards his dick.
It was soon after he realized how interested I was in him, and in his crotch that he invited me to sleep over at his house on Friday night. He told me that his parents would be out till real late, and we had the house to ourselves to watch television, listen to music and play video games. But I think we both understood that we would be playing other kinds of games that night too. We did all the activities that he had mentioned, but there was a tension in the air, like we both felt that something sexual was going to happen. He had a spare bed in his room and we both stripped down to our jockey shorts and got into bed. I watched Carl strip down for the first time, as we were not in the same gym class, and I tried not to stare. He lifted his shirt over his head and he effortlessly tugged it off. I was enjoying watching him undress and stole a quick glance at his body, while the shirt momentarily covered his eyes. I glanced down to his tight smooth abs, and glanced at the bulge that was just covered by his jeans and shorts. I quickly averted my eyes and began to get undressed for bed, myself.
Carl lowered his jeans and jumped into his bed while I was still undressing. Damn, I though, I missed a chance to see the bulge in his jockey shorts. We were watching some late night movie, when he asked me if I had ever seen porno videos. I had not and Carl told me that he paid another kid five dollars for an old porno that he had found. I of course was very interested, and he jumped out of his bed and went to the dresser to take the tape out of his hiding place, This time I got a long look at my buddy's jockey shorts clad body, and really appreciated his masculine beauty. And then I noticed that his big cock was getting hard in his shorts. He stopped in front of my bed and showed me the tape, but I stared at his semi hard cock in his underwear. He saw me look and then bumped his crotch in my face. Before I could react he walked away to the television and inserted the video in the machine. He went back to his bed but I knew he had a hardon now. And so did I. He hit the play button on the remote and the tape began in the middle of a sex scene. It was probably the part where Carl stopped the tape after the last time he jerked his meat and shot his load. An attractive young blonde girl was sucking on the huge cock of a descent looking guy in his thirties. My eyes kept going back and forth between the dude on the tape and Carl in the next bed, rubbing his now rock hard cock through the sheets.
He told me how horned up that he was, and how this shit always made him so hard that he needs to get off. Without another word, he lowered the sheets, and removed his jockeys and was laying there naked with a very big dick for a thirteen year old kid. I watched as he laid back and started to jerk himself off. I forgot about the video and watched Carl beat off. His cock was at least two inches bigger than mine, and I put my hand inside my shorts and played with my very hard cock. I was surprised when I heard Carl call my name, and told me to come over to his bed. I obeyed instantly. I was in my jockey shorts with a boner, as I jumped into Carl's bed and waited for further instructions. Carl took his hand away and told me to play with his cock. I did.
That was the start of Carl telling me what to do, and my usually doing what he asked. I proceeded to stroke his big hard cock. Carl was looking at the video and told me to take my hand away. He then told me that we wanted a blowjob. I knew this was coming, and took in his hard athletic body with my eyes, as my mouth lowered towards his cock. It felt so hot on my lips, and I instinctively gave my first blowjob. It was big but I did not gag. I was living out my fantasies and wanted to please Carl, so badly. The blow job couldn't have lasted more than two minutes. He never asked me if I wanted him to cum in my mouth. He just grabbed my head and thrust his dick up into me and filled my mouth with his hot cum. I didn't know what to do. I jumped out of bed with his load still in my mouth, and ran to the bathroom and spit out what I had not accidentally swallowed.
I also looked down at my crotch and saw that I had cum in my shorts, while rubbing up against Carl's body. I realized how excited I had become by sucking and taking Carl's load. After that I always swallowed his load. I would even lick it off his chest if he jacked off. I was nuts for his cum.
As I mentioned earlier, Carl did try to suck me a couple of times, cause as he said, he wanted to see what it was, that I liked so much about sucking dick. It never lasted more than a few minutes and Carl was a terrible cocksucker. He used his teeth and hardly took any of my dick. The second and final time, he pulled his mouth off my dick when I started to ooze a little pre cum, and Carl swore with a disgusted look on his handsome face that he would never put another cock in his mouth again, and as far as I know he has not.
He began dating girls, fucking then, and I imagine that some even sucked his cock. But he kept coming back to me whenever he needed to drop a load. I was never really good at sports and Carl played little league. He used to stop by before the game in his little league uniform and I would suck him. He had an arrogance about him that turned me on. And he knew it. It turned him on to have such a submissive cocksucker to satisfy him when the females were not available, or would not put out for him. He used to call me faggot and punch me when we were thirteen and fourteen, but that eventually stopped, but he did not stop the blowjob's.
I would always pull his pants down or if it was night we would both be naked. I loved grinding my cock against his leg as I sucked him. My orgasms were intense. It's funny that he never complained about my cumming on his leg. I would get a towel and wipe him off, after we both came. Later on in High School, we weren't friends anymore and he just came over when he wanted me to blow him. Onetime in the backyard we were inside a group of evergreen trees drinking beer and he stood up and was pissing, and he purposely splashed some piss on me and laughed. Then he said,
"OK I'm ready. Suck me"
And I should have just left, and said fuck you, but I didn't. I got down on my knees and put his cock with drops of piss on it into my mouth, and sucked it till he got hard in my mouth. Carl now sported an eight inch thick man sized cock, and he liked to have me suck it. He pump fucked my face and came in a short while. I swallowed all his cum as always. He zipped up, thanked me for the beer and the blowjob and quickly left to join his cool friends. I was still on my knees as I heard his car drive off. I opened my pants and jerked off with the taste of Carl's cum still in my mouth.
My bedroom was over the patio, and we had a canopy. He used to crawl up there at night when he was like seventeen and had been out drinking. He'd knock on the window and I would let him in. He would say, "You know what I want?" And I would have to blow him. I was in my underwear and he laid back in my bed and told me to undress him. I stripped him naked and swallowed his load as I shot off by rubbing on his leg, as usual. A couple of times, I sucked on him and he didn't cum. And I said,
"What's wrong?"
He said, "Nothing. I'm just trying to build up my staying power so I can fuck chicks longer."
One of the last blowjob's that I gave Carl was when he came over to my house one afternoon when our High School had a half day, and he knew that my parents were working, and my little brother was in school. He sat on the couch in the living room and told me that I knew what to do. I opened his pants and lowered his jeans and underwear and was soon sucking on his big hard bone, when I noticed that he lit a cigarette. He sat back smoking, as I was really slurping and sucking on his big dick. He looked down at me, and said,
"Jesus, you're such a fag. It's disgusting!,
But I kept sucking him. I couldn't help it. He just smoked his cigarette till it was finished and put it out in the astray. Then he placed his hands on my head and came. I swallowed his cum and kept his cock in my mouth until it was clean. He stood up, pulled up his pants and left. Even though Carl would act like an arrogant asshole so often, I really liked being his cocksucker, and I wouldn't mind sucking that straight married cock of his today.
This story did not actually happen to me, but was related to me today by a buddy. He was the one who actually sucked on Carl's cock. He told me that all of the story is true and gave me permission to use his story. I wish I had a buddy like Carl growing up, or even today. I never turn down a hard, young, (eighteen and over please) straight cock to suck on. Comments are appreciated to SykQuinn@aol.com.