Home for the summer from college, I was up in my room online. Bored and horny, I had just loaded some porn and taken out my dick when my younger brother, Carl, came home with some of his friends. With a grunt of frustration, I tucked myself away and navigated to a more innocuous program.
Despite being only two years apart - at the time I was twenty and he was eighteen - we were not close. There was no animosity between us and we got along okay. We were just two different people with very different interests. Our parents had gone on a cruise and we had the house to ourselves during their week-long trip but hadn't interacted much.
I was a quiet, nerdy guy who preferred video games, sci-fi movies and the fandoms associated with them. Most of my friends were cultivated from online forums and chatrooms. I was also gay, having come out years ago to no one's surprise. Carl, on the other hand, was a stereotypical straight guy who bordered on being a jock. He and the group of guys he hung out with had been the popular kids around school and they all had just graduated. From what I knew, they each had girlfriends and a few on the side to satisfy their teenage libidos. They were loud and rambunctious, and as the noise rose from downstairs, I tuned them out as I always did.
They had been in the house for over an hour before I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. Though Carl and his friends had never been rude or bullying toward me, I tensed waiting for the inevitable series of inane comments and awkward small talk that usually characterized any conversation that I had with him or his friends.
"Hey, Calvin," said a deep voice behind me.
I turned to see my brother's friend Roger leaning in the doorway. Roger was the tallest member of the group and its de facto leader. Of them all, he was the one I both loved and dreaded talking to. Not because we had similar interests or anything in common but because he was the most attractive. The youngest member of their group, Roger was barely eighteen yet was already 6' 3". His light brown hair was shaved short on the sides but longer on top, usually styled in a pompadour but now the longer hair just hung loosely over the sides of his head. He had friendly brown eyes set in a classic square face that was shadowed with a few days' worth of stubble. The tank top and basketball shorts that he currently wore accentuated his lean, athletic body. Each time I encountered him, I thought about the most recent time I had seen him shirtless and sweaty playing basketball in the driveway with my brother.
"Hey," I replied. "How's it going?"
"Good. Good." He took a few steps into the room. "I got a question for you."
Though I had relaxed slightly, my guard went up again hearing his slurred words indicating he, and probably the others, had been drinking. "What is it?"
"Why have you never tried to suck my dick?"
I stared at him stunned by the question, though in hindsight I should not have been. Even when I was still in high school, Roger was known for his dick. I had never seen it but the rumors often compared it to something that belonged on a horse. Not only that, but he liked to use it as often as he could. Though he classified as straight, it was an open secret that any hole would do for him, no matter who was attached to it.
"Because you're my brother's friend," was my short answer to his question. The longer answer was that sex was not a big influence on me. I had had sex with the few guys I had dated and enjoyed it. I, however, didn't enjoy random, indiscriminate sex with whoever happened to be available. And having sex with a straight guy that would never have feelings for me was not high on my list of things to do to increase my self-esteem. I didn't judge people who did, it just wasn't my thing.
"Fuck that," Roger said as he stopped in front of me pawing his crotch. "That's not a good reason. I've fucked most of the guys' sisters and they don't care. Usually gay guys are all over me. You're the only one who's never tried anything. Tell me you don't want this."
Roger lowered the waistband of his shorts and tucked it beneath his balls revealing the largest dick I had ever seen and it was not even semi hard. Though I had only been with a few guys, I did watch a lot of porn and knew that what I was seeing was beyond impressive.
In that moment I knew I had a decision to make. I could either kick him out of my room and go about my business, living in regret about not having touched him, or I could take the opportunity in front of me. Though I knew it was only due to my lingering horniness and in complete violation of everything I felt about one night stands and self-esteem, I reached out and began to stroke him.
"I thought so," he purred. "Guess you just needed the push."
Roger's cock responded quickly to my fists. In a surprisingly short amount of time for its size, it swelled and hardened to an imposing piece of flesh. Though I didn't measure it, my best guess put it at about eleven inches long. It didn't become as thick as I expected but was definitely thicker than average. He was circumcised with a noticeable scar a few inches below the arrow-shaped head. Mocking gravity, it was a straight rod that pointed up out of his bushy crotch at a shallow angle. Beneath it hung a furry, loose sack that contained balls that looked every bit as impressive as the cock above.
He reached out with one of his large hands and rubbed my head. "Go ahead and suck it."
As if I had been waiting for the invitation, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Roger sighed above me and immediately began to gently thrust into me. With gradually lengthening strokes, he did a few depth tests before settling into a steady rhythm. My hands reached around him and grabbed his tight ass, feeling the muscles contract and relax with each thrust.
"Roger?" A voice called from the top of the stairs."
"In here," Roger responded without stopping.
I tried to pull away but he placed his other hand on my head and held me in place. Despite my struggling and grunts of displeasure, he didn't release me as one of the other guys approached.
"What are you - Oh. Damn."
"I really needed a nut," Roger said to the newcomer. "I figured Calvin wouldn't mind helping me out."
"Looks like you were right."
As the guy came into view, I saw it was Jake, the least favorite of my brother's friends. He was about 5' 8" with blonde hair that was buzzed short. His face was round and dotted with small, dark brown eyes and a small mouth with thin lips. Unlike the other guys who had the decency to be polite in public, Jake was a boorish, rude asshole who didn't care about anyone. He was always getting into trouble and even my parents wouldn't let Carl hang out alone with Jake.
"Can I get some of that?" Jake asked Roger as he opened his jeans, as if Roger controlled me and my activities.
