Jeff Ketcham was quarterback of the college football team. In our football-oriented town, he was virtually worshiped for having led the team to the greatest number of victories in the last 22 years.
Off the field, Jeff was well on his way to claiming the record for most cheerleaders fucked by a single player. He was widely admired for this feat, as well. My sister Susan was one of his recent conquests. She'd broken up with him at the beginning of the summer. Few of his admirers knew that his obsessive skirt chasing was just a cover.
My brother Larry knew the truth. Although he was younger than Jeff, they were close friends. I was one of the only people who knew just how close they were and what they did when they were alone together.
Our basement was unfinished. Larry's bedroom was the only completely enclosed space. There was a full bathroom - toilet, sink and shower, but the room's walls were bare studs. Nailed-up sheets provided a limited amount of privacy. The sheet over the door was sufficiently difficult to open and close that only the most modest guys bothered with it.
Jeff wasn't modest. He had just finished pissing into the toilet bowl when he realized I was standing a few feet away, staring at him.
"What are you looking at, twerp?" he growled as he shook the last few drops of urine from his penis and flushed the toilet.
Jeff was older than me and built like - duh - a football player, while I was a skinny high school kid. Still, I had the upper hand and it was time to let him know it.
"I wanted to see the cock that fucked my sister," I answered.
He turned to face me, still exposed. "Well, this is it," he said. "Are you happy now?"
"I expected it to be a lot bigger," I replied. "Susan has standards." His penis was actually quite large and impressive, even hanging limp outside his pants. It twitched a bit as I continued staring.
"Susan knows how big it gets," he said. "I'll bet she misses it."
"I think she got tired of not knowing where else it had been," I answered. "Like up some boy's asshole."
"I ought to beat the shit out of you," Jeff snarled, clenching his fists and taking a step toward me. "You're a lying little faggot."
"'Faggot' is a mean thing to say," I countered, holding my ground, "especially considering how much you like to have Larry fuck your ass."
"Why would Larry tell you something crazy like that?" Jeff was lousy at bluffing. I knew I had him.
"It's just something that came out while Larry and I were having sex," I said.
"So what do you want?" Jeff asked, although he already knew the answer.
"I want to start by sucking your cock," I answered, stepping forward and wrapping my hand around his penis. It stiffened as I touched it.
"You're just a kid," Jeff protested as I sank to my knees in front of him. "I can't do it with a . . ." Jeff stopped speaking as I wrapped my lips around his throbbing member.
