“He was a nice guy though,” Joe continued. “I ended up driving him up north about 30 miles, and when I stopped the car on a road just off the exit, the kid thanks me for the ride and tells me that he doesn’t have any money but wanted to thank me for the ride. Guess what he says next.”
“I dunno,” I said meekly.
“The guy asks me if I wanted him to suck my cock,” Joe said leaning on me. “Can you imagine that?”
“Geez,” I said.
“Know what I did?” Joe asked, and I shook my head no. If he had asked me that question yesterday, I would have said that Joe punched his lights out, but now?
“I let him,” Joe said, and the silence that filled the room was oppressive as Joe looked at me for my reaction.
“Yeah,” Joe went on. “I pulled out my cock and this kid sucked me off. Real good too. Just like a girl would do it, and he didn’t even blink when I shot my load down his throat. After I came, he sits back up and pulls out his own dick and asks me if I want to suck his.”
The room was spinning as Joe told this story in a raspy voice, his minty breath washing over me as he spoke.
“I didn’t do it,” Joe said. “Although sometimes I wish that I did… you know, try it and see what it was like. Instead the kid tells me to leave my cock out, and starts jerking himself off while staring at my cock. He shoots his load into a handkerchief, thanks me again and down the road he went. What do you think about that?”
“Wow,” I whispered, not knowing what to say.
“What would you have done if you were me?”
“Uh… I dunno,” I answered.
“You’ve had girls give you head, right?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Ever have a guy do it to you?”
I looked at Joe who was staring intensely at me as he waited for a reply. Not sure that I could manage one, I nodded affirmatively.
“Ever suck another guy’s?”
Joe’s hand went down to my thigh, squeezing it tightly through the sheet. My entire body was trembling – quivering as I waited an eternity until nodding again.
“Thought so,” Joe said as he began slowly pulling the sheet down off me, and I was paralyzed with fear and excitement, unable and/or unwilling to resist. “I saw you looking at my cock this afternoon. Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes,” I squeaked in a high pitched voice.
“I’d like you to teach me how to suck a cock,” Joe said as cool air washed over my chest as the sheet came down my body. “Maybe we could do each other. You know, it would be our little secret.”
As Joe said that, the sheet came down, as my naked body was exposed, causing Joe to gasp softly.
*
Chapter 5: My little secret.
Joe’s shock was obvious as my genitals were exposed. My cock was never harder than it was at that moment. It was never longer and never thicker than the second the sheet came away. My cock was throbbing and pulsating as it stood up straight and stiff.
All four inches of it.
Maybe four and a half, depending on where you measured it from, and not very thick either. Attached to my now rather well developed torso, my pitiful pecker had been a source of humiliation for me all of my life.
“Got a little one, don’t ya Timmy?” Joe said matter-of-factly, and for the first time someone mentioned my shortcomings as they became visible. I guess that my shame must have been obvious to Joe, because he reached over and let his fingers toy with the little patch of peach fuzz that had grown above my dick in the month since I had shaved.
“Ah, you’re just a kid,” Joe said kindly as his hand slid around the base of my pecker. “You’re still a growing boy. Heck, you’ll end up as big as me before you know it. Besides, I really like the way yours looks.”
“But I’m nineteen,” I said softly in response, knowing full well that my growing days were past me, and I was resigned to play the hand I was dealt for the rest of my life.
If Joe heard me, or understood what I had said, he didn’t say. Instead his hand slid up my stem until it reached the end, his rough finger touching the tip of the crown, dabbing at the ball of pre-cum that had beaded up, and my dick tingled as he rubbed it some more.
“No!” I chirped, as Joe’s finger slid down the underside of my boner, but it was too late as my orgasm roared at his touch.
I looked down as my cock spurted all over my stomach and chest. Even though Joe had only run his finger down it once and backed off, I was so aroused by then that my cock kept shooting cum all over me until my entire upper torso was dripping with seed.
“Geez Timmy,” Joe exclaimed as he visually surveyed the mess I had made. “You got a little weapon but a hell of a lot of ammo.”
Joe rolled off the bed and stood up, slowly undoing the towel from around his waist as he looked down at me with a little smile.
“I guess that means I’m first,” Joe said as he opened the towel up and let it fall to the floor.
*
Chapter 6: Joe takes over.
“My mouth – it’s dry,” I said as I sat on the edge of the bed, at eye level with his exposed cock, and quickly got up to go to the kitchen.
“Bring us back a couple of beers,” Joe said as I turned the corner and headed down the hall.
I wiped my drying semen off of me as best I could before getting the beer out of the fridge and heading back to me room where Joe was patiently waiting, his cock cupped in his hand. He was idly pulling on it as he took the beer from me, and I could see it had lost a little of the elasticity it had before.
Downing half of the beer in one gulp, I set it down on the night stand and looked to Joe for guidance. Joe poured a little beer in his cupped hand and rubbed it all over his cock, which was now glistening and almost hard.
“A little incentive,” Joe remarked as he pulled me closer while nudging me down. “Not that I think you need it.”
I went to my knees on the rug, Joe’s hand running through my scalp as his cock bobbed in front of my face. My hand reached into Joe’s rich pubic bush and grabbed the base of his cock in my fist, eliciting a groan which was repeated when my other hand also clenched around the shaft.
My mouth slid over the long conical head of Joe’s cock, over the slight ridge of the bottom of the crown, and down the shaft until reaching my hands. My hands began to slowly twist and pump the cock as my lips slid up and down.
Joe wasn’t exceptionally thick, but that vein that wound down the shaft in a serpentine manner gave it that impression. His cock was quite long, however, and I guessed had to be at least nine inches. My mouth took more and more of him in as I became more accumstomed to his length, and the tip of him brushing against my throat made us both jump.
“Oh man Timmy,” Joe moaned as he clenched my scalp and bent his knees. “That’s so good I can’t believe it. You like the size of my cock? Can you take it all in your mouth?”
“No,” I gasped as my lips slid off of him for a second, knowing full well what he wanted to hear. “You’re way too big.”
“Ever have one this big before?” Joe asked, and even though I had tasted bigger I assured him that I had not, and as I looked up at him beaming down at me I knew that I had said what he wanted to hear.
“I can’t believe a man can grow this large!” I sputtered before going back to business.