For most people, encountering a big dick is a rare and special thing. Not for me. From the time I was eighteen, I had been able to experience one because of my brother Mark's best friend, our next-door neighbor Justin. Both being two years older than me, we had grown up together and, by extension, Justin was like a second big brother. Further cementing his acceptance into our family was the fact that Mark and Justin's birthdays were only days apart. From the time they were eight, they demanded having a joint birthday party to celebrate. Justin often accompanied us on family trips and, as they got older, it was not uncommon for Justin to stay over on school nights and drive to school with Mark. After they graduated, they continued to live at home for a while as they went to the local university before moving into an apartment together.
As with most young men our age, when the three of us were alone hanging out talk turned to sex. The two of them would boast of their conquests and who they wanted to be with next. I, however, was not only interested in girls. I had known for years that I was not like them - or any other boy I knew. Knowing I had to keep my bisexuality secret, I often diverted attention away from myself when they were bragging. When questioned, I simply told them about the girls I had been seeing, not the male classmates that had bent me over.
A few months before my graduation I turned eighteen. Unlike them, I never wanted big parties so we had a small celebration at home with my family and a few close friends. I had gone upstairs to change into my swim shorts. When I came out of my room and was on my way back downstairs temptation struck. The door to the bathroom was slightly open and I could hear someone peeing. Passing by, I could see via the reflection in the mirror Justin finishing his business. As I had become increasingly aware of my sexuality, I had begun to find Justin attractive and could not resist lingering to watch him.
Justin was the epitome of frat boy. He was just over six feet tall, with a lean musculature that came from years of athletic activity. His light brown hair was stylishly cut and accented his hazel eyes. According to the style of the time, he liked to sag his pants. Whether pants or shorts, they frequently hung low on his hips exposing the waistband of his boxers while in school. When we were out together without our parents, more often than not his pants rode down around his thighs, blatantly exposing the covered round globes of his ass. He liked to go topless but when he wore them, his shirts were often tight enough to outline the definition of his torso. I loved looking at him as his abs were tight and defined.
After knowing each other for so long, I had often wondered what he was packing as the outline of his cock was rarely visible. Even after all the time we had spent together, I had never seen him naked so I took advantage of this opportunity. Through the mirror's reflection I could see the length of meat that hung between his fingers and was shocked. Completely soft, I it was longer than I expected. As his stream waned I moved off not wanting to get caught.
A few weeks later, Justin and I were in my room playing one of my new video games. Mark was in class and my parents were still at work so we were alone in the house. As usual, we were trash talking each other's performance. The talk became pushing which led to an impromptu wrestling match. Game controllers tossed aside, we rolled from the couch onto the floor. As we grappled, I felt his cock flopping in his loose basketball shorts against my leg. Though I tried to fight it, I quickly became aroused. Luckily my jeans were loose enough to hide the visible signs of my erection. Unfortunately, my teenage body betrayed me. Justin had a leg between mine using it to hold me down. As he pressed against my crotch, my hips pushed into him and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.
He quickly jumped off me and glared. "You are fucking gay, aren't you?" He saw right through me as I tried to deny it. "You were watching me take a piss at your party," he spat out. "Un-fucking-believable."
I stood and, trying to preserve the little dignity I had left, began to retreat from my room muttering words of apology as I went.
"Oh, no you don't." He stood and moved to block my path. He reached down and grabbed my balls in a hand and squeezed. "You are mine now. I own your ass. And right now, I'm telling you, Mac, you need to keep that shit to yourself. I'm not going to tell Mark or Mom and Dad." My parents loved that Justin called them by the titles. "They all thought you were gay but I told them you weren't...even after I caught you staring at my junk all those times."
My eyes went wide. I thought I had been discreet in my observations but apparently I hadn't been.
"I don't ever want to hear about you with another guy," he continued. "If I so much as think I smell someone else's cock on your breath, I'm going to kick your ass then tell Mark and help him kick it, too. Got it?"
Unable to speak, I nodded.
We heard a car drive up announcing Mark's return.
Justin leaned in close and whispered to me, "We're not done here. Got it? Your ass is mine." He gave me an especially hard squeeze before pushing me away just as Mark entered the house.
You would think that threat would have turned me celibate but that night I masturbated thinking about what happened. Being roughly used by such a stud was a dream that I had never envisioned. More than that, the feel of Justin's hand on my package lingered like a ghost fueling my nocturnal fantasies.
Shortly after that I graduated and worked a part time job over the summer to save up some money for the fall. I enrolled in the same school where Mark and Justin were taking classes. Before the semester started, they moved into an apartment a few minutes away but still came over frequently to do laundry, eat or hang out.
Justin began to tease me about my saying I was banging the young coeds I hung out with at the university. During the brief moments we were alone he'd remind me that if I wasn't in fact dating any of the girls I talked about, I was not to see any of the guys. He would invite me to hang out at the apartment with him and Mark or offer to pick me up for classes because I did not yet have a car. This made avoiding him especially difficult.
Early in their college career, he and Mark had joined a frat and they would occasionally drag me to a party where Justin would try to hook me up with some drunk coed. Admittedly, they were attractive but it's not my style to get with someone who may not remember it in the morning. I increasingly came to realize he was doing it so he could keep me from meeting up with any guys.
