Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2016 20:46:46 -0500
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: Brock-[GF-02]-part-1-of-1

Brock
Part-1-of-1

This is the story of my first time with a man. There he was, sitting on the
couch in my living room. God, he was so hot, tall, buff and anxious. I
didn't want to admit it but I knew what he was anxious for.

His name was Brock and there he sat on my couch, barefoot, dressed in kaki
cargo pants and a tight blue t-shirt. I noticed his eyes wandering towards
me. I was just in Levis shorts and a white T-shirt.

"So," Brock said, almost startling me when he broke the long, awkward
silence. "You want a massage?"

The question caught me off guard more than Brock's wandering eyes. Here we
were, trying to come up with some ideas for new music to write but neither
of us could come up with anything we liked. Defensively, at first, I
replied, "I don't see how that would help us right now. Alexis needs that
material for her words and besides..."

"Besides what?" Brock asked me mischievously.

I stopped right there. Besides what, I asked myself? My shoulders were sore
from the band practice earlier. I looked at Brock's face, cool and sexy as
he sat there, so relaxed looking at me in a way I've never seen another man
look at me before. At the time I didn't know what it meant so I just
nervously turned away. Nervous at how he made me feel and at the way he
looked at me.  The suggestive way he sat there, as if inviting me to sit
near him.

The thought of sitting on the floor, between Brock's legs while he rubbed
my back and shoulders started to scare me. It scared me because I wanted to
do just that. Besides, my muscles ached from the hard practice our band had
done earlier that night. Naively and perhaps innocently, I succumbed to his
call.

"Yeah, OK, a massage would relax me..." I finally said as I looked into his
hungry eyes.

"Good," Brock smiled, "Lie down on the floor."

A zillion thoughts came rushing through my mind at once. Why did this feel
so strange? Why was Brock even asking me for this? Cautiously, I knelt down
at his feet and laid forward down onto my belly on the floor. He was almost
immediately on top of me in an almost pouncing motion. On his knees, Brock
was straddling me, my legs between his as he started to knead my shoulders.

I have to admit it but I'd never been so turned so much in my life. I was
afraid to admit it, though even to myself. So I just lay there, motionless,
almost breathless as Brock started working his way down my back with his
hands. When he reached my waist, I felt him grab the bottom of my t-shirt.
"This really works better without clothes," Brock said as he started to
pull it up my body. My body tensed up immediately in response.

"No, no," his smooth voice whispered above my ear. "Just relax."

Still scared I closed my eyes and raised my body slightly. Humming to
himself, Brock pulled my t-shirt on up over my head. I wiggled around until
it was completely off. Then I almost pee my pants when he leaned over and
rested his head against mine.

It was a bit uncomfortable lying on the floor in this way. Especially when
my cock started to harden as it pressed down against the floor. I was glad
I was on my belly, though because I didn't want Brock to see how hard he'd
made me.

As if reading my thoughts, Brock started to move down my body, pressing his
agile fingers against the smooth flesh of my inner thighs. His touch sent a
shiver down my spine. I'd never felt this way before. I'd been with girls
plenty of times, but they'd never made me feel this way.

Brock continued to move down my body, gently massaging my legs until he
reached my feet. Still humming to himself, Brock worked his fingers between
my toes, up against my heels, then moving his fingers softly between each
toe. I felt something wet. He was licking my feet.  I was frozen. I
couldn't think of anything to do or say, I wanted to stop him, but I
couldn't. His touch held me still. His tongue went up against my heel and
up my ankle until it finally reached my knee where my cut off Levis started.

"We won't need these, either," Brock said. As if in a trance, I agreed with
him. I felt him slid his hands under my body and unbutton and unzip my
shorts. When he started pulling them down I raised my belly off the floor
to help him. Together we pulled my shorts off my hips and on down my legs.
He rubbed his hands up against my ass, covered now by only my jockey
shorts.

I could feel the pressure lifting as Brock stood up. I could hear a faint
whooshing sound. My eyes were squeezed closed, as if I were afraid to look.
And when Brock sat back down on me, I could feel his bare flesh against
mine. I was through trying to deny this. I wanted him and I didn't care if
it made me gay, perverted or what.

Then Brock turned me over onto my back.

He was now totally naked as he knelt over me and his cock was hard. I was
afraid, but I wanted to touch it. Nervously, I reached out, wanting to see
if it was real and put my fingers around it. It was defiantly real. It was
warm and soft both at the same time to touch, yet hard in my grip. It was
the first time I'd ever touched another man's cock. I just lay there,
staring at Brock's cock in my hand, not really thinking of anything but
seeing what it looked like. It was a little bigger than mine, circumcised
and definitely needing some release.

Brock smiled down at me. "I knew you wanted this," he chuckled as he ripped
down and off my underwear.

Grabbing my hair, Brock guided my mouth to his hard cock. I looked into his
eyes as my lips engulfed his swollen cock.  I could feel the creases and
veins of his cock caress my lips as my head bobbed over his thick shaft.
"Suck harder cocksucker," Brock laughingly demanded as I noisily slurped on
his salty shaft. The taste, the feel and the scent was incredible. I was
consumed by the act. Brock held my head tight and forced his dick down my
throat until tears streamed down my cheek as I fought my gag reflex.

"Suck me cocksucker," Brock wailed as his hard cock pumped in and out of my
mouth.

I wasn't long until I felt his balls tighten and I knew instinctively that
he was close. I was tense with anticipation. He forced his cock deeper down
my throat as it started to spit. His thick cream filled my mouth as I
gulped and swallowed his big load of cum like a common whore. Brock grunted
and groaned as he cummed in my mouth. "Swallow it cocksucker," he demanded
as gob after delicious gob of thick goo shot from his cock.

I was trying to swallow every drop of his salty cum when I heard a female
voice say, "Damn, he sucks good doesn't he."

My face reddened with shame when I looked up and Alexis was standing there
watching me holding Brock's cock in my mouth. Patting me on the head, she
chuckled, "Don't stop on my account sweetie. Go ahead and finish."

With the grip Brock had on my head I couldn't have stopped sucking if I'd
have wanted to. When I finished swallowing my mouth came off his cock with
a loud pop. "Thank you," I panted.

Standing up and leaving me lying naked on the floor, Brock walked over and
gave Alexis a kiss. As I watched from the floor, Brock's hand moved up to
Alexis's head and tangled in her hair. Pulling her mouth down to his, Brock
kissed her deep, sucking on her lower lip and forcing a moan from deep
within her.

The end...