Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2005 11:00:17 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brian at Sixteen

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This is a true story based on a real experience in my past.  Actual
dialogue is, of course, fictionalized to fit my memory of the sequence of
actual events.  All rights and copyrights are in place.  Most of the other
stories I have posted are listed under "Reprobate" in the Authors section.
All emails, whether complimentary or offering constructive criticism, are
welcomed and responded to.

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In actuality, Brian and I were both 16 and still in high school.  We
weren't exactly friends.  We knew each other, shared a couple classes, but
I cannot say we knew each other well.  We each had our own groups of
friends we would hang around with, both in school and out of school.  We
did, however, know each other well enough to sit down and talk together
whenever the instance arose.  I liked Brian and I imagine he liked me,
enough anyway that our conversations usually flowed easily without any
uncomfortable silences.

I guess it was those conversations we had that prompted him to start
seeking me out, from time to time, to talk about something that might be
bothering him at that moment in time.  Even way back then (almost 40 years
ago), we had our own versions of "teenage angst".  He knew he could talk to
me about anything and I wouldn't judge him ... and that whatever we talked
about would remain just between the two of us.  He felt I had my feet on
the ground and that he could count on any advice I might offer him.  Come
to think about it, a fair number of friends seemed to come to me with their
problems and troubles.  I guess that was when I started earning a nickname
in later years as "Father Confessor".

Brian was a few inches shorter than I was, maybe standing about 5'8" and
had a medium build with a natural musculature developed from years of doing
his chores on the family farm.  He always wore tight jeans, which were the
fashion of the day, which displayed his firm butt and a nice basket in
front.  His shirts were normally a long sleeve sport shirt with a white
t-shirt underneath which his open necked shirt would reveal part of.
Longish brown straight hair and brown eyes completed the look.  He was not
exceptionally goodlooking, more what I might term these days as "cute", but
in a masculine way.

This one day, I had a spare class and was headed to the library after that
periods classes had begun.  I thought I was the only one in the hallway.
As I turned to walk down to the next floor where the library was located, a
pair of hands grabbed me on each side of my waist and pulled me back so my
whole back was pressed against whoever it was that had their hands on me.
To say I was startled would be an understatement ... more like I just about
shit my pants, so unexpected this contact was.

"Where are you headed?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

"Hi Brian" I said, finally able to calm myself down enough to speak "just
going to the library as usual.  I thought we were meeting there."  I was
giving him a bit of physics tutoring when we each had a spare at the same
time.

"Yeah, we were ... we are ... but I wanted to ask you something before we
got there and delved into learning again."

"Sure, what's up?" I asked as we started down the stair together

"Are you busy after school today?  I wanted to talk to you about something
if you have the time" Brian confided

"No, I'm not busy.  But there will be no car at home for me to give you a
ride home after."

"That's okay.  I drove the pickup in today ... told Dad I had to take care
of things after school" he said with a smile.  "You can meet me in the
parking lot after last class and we can drive together to your place."

"Sounds good." I said as I opened the library door for Brian to enter
first.  Then I whispered "But now ... physics!!" to which Brian could only
groan his displeasure.

We met in the parking lot as planned and a few minutes later we walked into
my house.  I offered him a soda, got us each one and then settled in the
living room so we could talk.  He chose to sit on the sofa, I sat in a
chair directly across the coffee table from him.  We each slouched back
comfortably.

"So, what would you like to talk about today?" I asked sincerely

"Ahhhhhhh ... well .... it's ummmmm ... it's kind of embarrassing.  And if
you don't want to talk about it, its okay.  Ahhhhh .... ummmmm ... oh shit.
I don't know how to even start talking about it," Brian admitted with a
deep blush.

This ought to be good, I thought to myself.  Brian and I had had many
conversations on a variety of topics and this is the first time he'd found
it difficult to even start talking about it.

"Maybe it would help if you told me the subject of what you want to talk
about" I suggested

"It's about ... ummmmm ... SEX" he said, practically yelling the last word
just to get it out.

"Yeah ... okay ... I don't mind talking about sex.  My mother just about
had a bird just this past Saturday night.  When she came in, there was
about a dozen friends, guys and girls here.  And we were just sitting
around, drinking ice water, and openly discussing sex.  Mom said Hello to
everyone and then went into the kitchen as if nothing was different, but I
thought she might be having a problem with the topic of conversation
... because we had kept right on talking about it even while she was here.
So I went into the kitchen after her.  When I asked if she was okay with
the discussion, she said she thought it was great that all of us could sit
around and talk about it so openly.  And that we didn't clam up or change
the subject when she came in."

Brian sat there almost in shock.  He said he couldn't believe my mother was
so cool about it all.  He said his parents would have gone ballistic.

"So, what did you talk about?  Just ..." and then he leaned forward and
asked if there was anyone else home.  When I answered in the negative he
continued "did you just talk about fucking or about other stuff too."

"We talked about a bunch of stuff ... just about everything you can think
about discussing we talked about it."

"You talk about blowjobs?" he asked, again blushing

Ahhhhhh ... I thought, he has divulged what he wants to talk about.  But I
decided to let him lead us into it as he became more comfortable talking
about it.

"Well ... we kept the terminology a bit more bookish than that" I laughed
"but yeah, we talked about oral sex a bit."

"Ummmmm ... can I ask you a question?" he asked

"Sure ... anything you want.  Remember, what we say and do always remains
just between you and me.  You know that.  You never hear me talk about what
I might say or do with other friends, or what they say or do.  So, feel
free to ask anything and I will answer as honestly as I can.  Just remember
though, whatever you ask me, I can ask you too and I expect just as
truthful an answer. "

"Okay ... are you still a virgin?"

"No" I said "Are you still a virgin?"

Again Brian blushed and hesitated before he answered "Yes"

Composing himself, he asked "When was the first time you had sex?"

"You mean sex with girl?  When I was 13" I answered

He was obviously puzzled by my clarification.  He shook himself out of it
and asked "Have you ever had a blowjob?"

"Yes" I replied "Have you?"

"How could I have had a blowjob if I am still a virgin?" he asked a little
disgusted with my apparent stupidity

"Well, in my book, a guy is a virgin until he sinks his dick into something
other than a mouth or a hand" I said with a laugh.

"Yeah well ... I guess you are right there." Brian admitted with a smirk

Then he continued .. "So, have you had more than one blowjob?"

"Oh yeah ... many more than one."  I admitted honestly.

"Holy Shit.  I really am behind" he said, shaking his head "The guys I hang
with, they are always talking about getting laid and getting blowjobs
... bragging about it in front of all us guys.  I keep thinking I am
missing something ... doing something wrong or something.  No girl that I
go out with has ever wanted to do anything except maybe a bit of petting"
He was sounding a bit depressed about it.

"If its any consolation, the guys that are bragging about getting laid or a
blowjob all the time are usually the ones that aren't getting any of it.
Its the ones who don't talk about it, they are usually the ones scoring" I
said with a grin "You know that saying ... those who do it, do it ... those
who don't do it, talk about doing it"

"Yeah, I heard something like that before.  But these guys ... I don't
know.  They sure talk a good game if they aren't getting it.  Like details
... they have details of how everything felt."

"A good imagination could easily convince someone that has never
experienced it for themselves" I said.

"True enough" he conceded.  Then he looked up and asked "So when did you
get your first blowjob?"

"When I was 11.  Actually, that was the first time I shot a load"

"ELEVEN !!!!  Eleven???  11??  Really???"

I nodded my head with a smile.

"What girl would give a guy a blowjob at 11?"  he asked, expecting an
answer as he tilted his soda up for another sip

"Who said it was a girl that gave me one?"

Brian choked on the liquid in his mouth and I swear he almost swallowed the
bottle.  He looked at me seriously, then his expression calmed.

"You let a guy suck your dick?"

"Yes.  A number of times, if you must know."

Again Brian's expression clouded momentarily.

"So ... ummmmm .... errrmmmmm .... ahhhhhhhh ... do you have sex with
guys?"

"Yes ... I have sex with guys ... and I have sex with girls.  I enjoy
having sex with both." I responded

"What guys have you had ... ummmmm ... had sex with?"

"Now that would be telling" I said with a grin "And you know ... I don't
tell."

Brian nodded and then took another drink from his bottle of pop.  I guess
he learned quick not to ask a question and then drink.  As he tilted his
bottle up, I stole a quick glance at his crotch and noticed it was a little
more full looking than usual.  Setting the bottle back onto the table, he
again leaned back and placed his hand nonchalantly on his basket.

"If I ask you a question" Brian began, his eyes avoiding mine, his fingers
fidgeting a bit around his package "do you promise not to get mad?'  he
asked somewhat timidly.

"Sure.  Its just you and me here ... you can ask me anything.  And I
promise I won't get mad."

"Have you ever ... ahhhhhh ... ummmm ... given a guy a blowjob?"  he asked,
still avoiding my eyes.

"Yes, a few times" I confessed, but choosing to under exaggerate.

"Holy shit ... REALLY?  Did you like doing it?  Why did you do it?" Brian
asked in rapid fire succession, now firmly gripping a growing bulge.

"Yes ... really" I smiled, realising we were probably now headed down the
path to the inevitable question "It was okay.  I didn't mind doing it.  As
to the why's ... well ... reciprocation.  A guy gives you a blowjob, it
only seems right to give one back.  Don't you think?"

"Yeah ... I guess" he said hesitantly. As he gripped and released his now
obviously hard cock through his jeans, he continued "Gosh, I would sure
like to find out what a blowjob feels like.  But I don't think I could do
that reciprocating stuff.  Not with a guy." he blushed.

"Well, maybe there are guys out there who would give you a blowjob and not
expect something back ... but I don't know any.  Like ... if I gave you a
blowjob, I would want us naked and in bed.  And I would expect you to do to
me what I do to you."

"You mean you would be willing to give me a blowjob?" he asked

"I was only using that as an example ... but ... if you are interested
then, yeah I would give you a blowjob.  But you know my conditions.  If I
do you ... then you have to do me."  As the possibility of this eventuality
inched closer, my own cock stretched out hard across my hip, its hardness
and location could be plainly seen by Brian if he looked.  And he looked.
I traced my hard cock with my finger and then I looked back up at him.

"So ... are you interested?" I asked with a sly smile

"No ... I don't think so ... I don't know" his hand now still in his lap
but firmly gripping his hard pole. "Like, I want a blowjob ... but I don't
think I could put a dick in my mouth.  That's just ... gross."

"But you want me to put your dick in my mouth.  You don't think that's
gross?"

"I see your point" he said with a timid smile.  "Well, I don't know.
Nobody will ever know about it?  If we do this?"

"Nobody will ever know ... not unless you tell them" I replied

"Well I sure as hell won't be telling anyone."  Brian took another drink
from his pop and then continued "If the only way I am going to get a
blowjob is to give one back ... then, I guess I will have to do it.  It
seems no girl is going to give me one.  And I want to know how it feels."
Then gripping his hard cock in his jeans, he gave it a shake and smiled,
looking right at me as he concluded "And I guess I really, really need one
now"

"So ... you want to go up to my room?"

"Yeah, I guess.  Better get this over with" he said as if accepting a death
sentence.

We went up the stairs to my room, with me watching that fine slender ass
covered in tight denim go up ahead of me.

"Straight down the hall ... first door on the right" I said as we made the
upstairs landing.

We entered the open door into the room and then I closed and locked it
behind me.  When I turned back around, I was a bit surprised to see Brian
already stripping off his clothes.  I shed mine in a hurry and turned down
the blankets and top sheets.  I found by experience that most first timers
preferred climbing under the covers first, just until things got started.
I looked up and found Brian blatantly staring at me, his cock having gone
soft since leaving the sofa.  Soft, it was about 4" dropping slightly down
over low hanging balls.  For body hair, it just started in a dark trail
below his navel and fanned out a bit to just at the top of his cock.  If he
had hair anywhere else, it wasn't dark enough for me to see from across the
bed.  My own cock, however, still stood at full erection pointing at 90
degrees from my body.

"You really are built" Brian observed "I knew, of course, you had a big
build.  Just never knew it was all muscle.  And hairy ... shit ... Is that
why I hear some kids call you Gorilla??" he inquired, but not a mean way.

"Yeah.  I've been hairy all over since I was about 12.  Started into
weightlifting then too" I responded and as I did, Brian's cock was firming
up to full hard again.  About 7 cut inches and nicely thick.

I moved to get into bed on the side I was on and Brian moved to do the same
on his side.  Laying there, facing each other, I reached out to stroke my
fingers down his exposed chest and side.  He tensed initially, but then
relaxed.  I rolled him onto his back and my hand wandered across his chest
slowly, stopping to circle and then tweak each nipple.  As my hand caressed
over and down across his abdomen, Brian started intaking short quick
breaths.  I ran my hand past his navel and then drew it back to caress the
hip closest to me.  Brian moaned in disappointment when I did not go
immediately for his hard dick that was tenting the sheets.  I moved my hand
down his hip onto his thigh and slowly feather touched my fingers across
and up and down his inner thighs.  He spread his legs further to give me
total access as he raised an arm to drape it over his closed eyes.

I slowly brought my fingers up his inner thigh and when they started
caressing Brian's ball sack, another moan, this time of excitement escaped
his lips.  I rolled his hefty balls delicately between my fingers and then
massaged his entire bag.  I reached further up then, wrapping first just a
couple fingers around the base of his cock, then added more as I gently
stroked up its shaft until my whole hand was wrapped around it.  Brian let
a whimper escape it mouth, a quick intake of breath as his legs drew up a
bit opening himself even further.  I stroked up fully and then ran my thumb
around his cock head forcing more gasps and whimpers through his clenched
teeth.  His breaths almost hissing as he attempted to control his
excitement.

I moved the covering sheets and blankets down below our knees, and Brian
promptly kicked his feet, sending everything to the floor.  As he kept his
eyes hidden, I leaned over and ran my tongue around the now exposed glans.
Another audible intake of breath and a whimper sounded from Brian.  I then
sealed my lips around his cockhead, my tongue playing all around it, and
then as my hand stroked down his shaft, my hot wet mouth followed taking
more and more of him until my hand was again cupping his balls and I had
Brian's cock down to its root.

I held him there for a few seconds, and then I started moving me head up
and down, slipping my lips back until his cock almost escaped and then
immediately sinking it back into my throat.  Brian was laying there, arm
across his eyes and all he could do was moan and whimper his delight.  As
my lips quickened their pace and my hand massaged his churning balls, I
felt his orgasm start its approach.  Just before he reached the point of no
return, I let go of his balls, removed my mouth from his throbbing cock and
laid on back on the bed beside him.

With genuine bewilderment Brian whined "Why did you stop?  I was almost
there." as he stared at me incredulously.

"My turn" I said

"Oh" he groaned "but I would have done you even if you let me cum, you
know"

"Experience has taught me that guys sometimes change their mind" I said
with a smile.

"Well, I wouldn't have." he said, but not convincingly. "I have never done
this before.  What do I do?"

"Just do to me what I did to you"

Brian's hand tentatively reached out and ran his hand across my chest and
quickly down over my abdomen.

"A little slower is better.  No need to rush."

He stated again, this time lingering over one area a bit before moving on
to the next.

"Your hair is softer than I thought it would be.  It's kind of neat." he
said as he permitted a weak smile.

Down across my stomach to my hip, moving his hand ever closer to my still
hard cock.  His hand slipped down to my inner thigh, and I held my breath
as he drew it back up to gently touch, almost tickle, my balls.  Brian then
took an audible breath as his hand ventured further to grasp and stroke my
pulsing cock.  I had been oozing precum like mad, so his hand stroked
easily up my shaft, then he ran his fingers around my cockhead.  He
gathered up as much of the clear goo as he could and then wiped his hand on
his thigh.

"You certainly ooze a lot" he commented almost absentmindedly as his hand
returned to stroke my cock again.

I just grunted in response and I enjoyed the ministrations of his fingers.
I wouldn't have told him, but I would have been quite happy for this hunky
guy to just stroke me off.  But suddenly, without an apparent hesitation, I
felt him take my glans in his mouth and hold it there, as his hand kept up
a steady stroking.  I could only groan in pleasure.  He swirled his tongue
around the head ... and again I groaned loudly.  I kept my eyes closed and
felt him reposition himself between my thighs ... his lips never loosing
contact with my dick.  With a quiet moan, Brian took my cock right down to
its root and then started a suctioning up and down motion.

"Teeth" I gasped "watch your teeth"

Without breaking rhythm he corrected himself so he wasn't scraping my shaft
and he continued his bobbing on my anxious cock.  His one hand had moved
back between my legs to tickle and caress my drawn up balls.  He may be new
at this, but he sure was a natural.  He got into a fast rhythm, bobbing up
and down on my straining cock with his hot, wet mouth and tightly held lips
... his tongue playing up and down my shaft.  All the while emitting a
stream of almost constant moans and snorts.  I was in ecstasy and could
feel my climax fast approaching.

Almost in an instant my climax was upon me.

"I am going to cum" I groaned out in warning, but Brian kept pistoning his
head and stroking my balls.

As soon as my first shot of sperm exited my cock, Brian removed his head
and used his free hand to continue stroking my cock quickly, pointing my
spewing cock so I coated my chest and then abdomen as my orgasm lessened.
I felt another gob come from somewhere and land on my stomach and when I
opened my eyes, I realised Brian had spit out the first shot he had gotten
in his mouth.

As he continued to stroke my now softening cock, he looked at me with a
blush on his face.

"I guess I got carried away a bit.  I was thinking if I wanted you to take
my cum in your mouth, that I better take your cum in mine.  But I couldn't
... sorry.  I can't believe I just did that to you."

"It was great.  Thank you" I said with a smile, looking in his eyes.

Before he could say more, I reached up and grabbed his shoulders and pulled
him down so he was laying on his back beside me.  Then, before he had any
real chance to even orient himself, I sunk my watering mouth down, taking
his now semi-hard cock right down to his pubic hair.

I groaned with pleasure as I felt it quickly harden in my mouth and then
throat.  I drew back, almost losing his cock head and then sunk fully onto
him again, Now it was his turn to moan loudly as he could not control a
thrust from his hips and I felt his hands grabbing my head.  I let some
saliva exit my lips and my hand rubbed it into his tightening balls.  The
next drool, I slathered it down under his balls and ran my fingers around
his asshole.  With a loud gasp, he again arched his hips up, trying to sink
more of his ready cock down my throat.  With that I began a full fledged
assault on his throbbing member.

As my mouth moved up and down his shaft, my tongue was gong wild on his
cock head.  Up and down I went, his hands pushing my head down so every
last millimetre of him sank as far into my throat as it could.  Meanwhile
my fingers rubbed around his rosebud, pushing in slightly until I had the
tip of my index finger invading his ring.  As my lips took another descent
on his cock, my finger invaded further into his butt until I could feel the
hard knot of his prostate.  Each time my mouth met his pubic hair, my
finger jabbed at and caressed his prostate causing Brian to thrash about
the bed, crying out his pleasure.

Within a few short minutes, almost without warning, his climax hit him and
my mouth was filling with his hot creamy cum.  I swallowed each blast, 4 or
5 good jets and then quickly changing so it was just oozing.  I backed off
so only his glans was in my mouth and as my caressing hand urged more from
his balls, my finger in his butt coaxing more from his prostate with its
gentle jabs, my mouth suctioned as much of his warm seed from him as I
could.

I felt small tremors shaking their way through his body.  I looked up and
was greeted by a contented smile.

"You OK?"  I asked as another tremor passed through him.

"Oh yeah ... great." he said with a huge smile "I sometimes shake after I
cum ... but only when its been a real good one.  That was ... GREAT."

"Glad you liked it" I smiled back, and then bent over to lick a just
emerging late drop of cum from his softening cock.

"You were right."

"Right about what?" I asked

"Those guys bragging about the blowjobs they got.  I don't think they ever
got one.  Or I just got one that was a heck of a lot better than they ever
got."  he said with a chuckle.

I reached over and grabbed some tissues from beside the bed and started
wiping the remnants of my own cum of my body.

"Well, lets just say I give better blowjobs than their girlfriends" I said
looking at Brian with a wicked look in my eye.

Brian became sober again.  "This IS just going to stay between us
... right?  Like ... you aren't going to tell anyone that I sucked your
cock ... are you?"

"I told you.  Whatever is said or done between you and me will always stay
between you and me.  Period."

"OK ... I believe you.  And you know the same holds true with me."  After a
pause Brian continued "So ... ummmm ... ahhhhhhh ... do you ...ahhhhhhh
.... think we can do this again sometime."

"Sure ... if you want to."

"How about now?" he said with another wide smile as he reached down and
started stroking his once again erecting cock.

I grinned back and I positioned us on the bed so we were head to crotch.
Before I even finished settling myself, Brian's head was between my legs
sucking my now hardening cock once again into his hot mouth.

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Brian and I got together a few more times before the end of high school
.. each time it was just oral sex.  He never wanted to try anything more.
I ran into him while I was running the hotels and at that time he was
married and had a number of kids.  I was too busy to spend much time
talking with him that night, but he planned to return another night.   He
never did.

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