Everyone in this story is 18.
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By Spring Break of my Freshman year of college, I had come to be friends with benefits with a pair of brothers on campus. The older one, Saxon, was a muscley senior getting ready to graduate. We met in pre-law, and I could tell he was desperate for some action by the way he wriggled in his chair. I gave him a surreptitious wink during a presentation, and afterward he started looking at me, until I walked up to him and bluntly said, "You want a blowjob?"
The rest is history. His hefty cock needed regular servicing to de-stress, and any time of day, I was just a text away from getting under his desk and edging him for an hour with my mouth until he throbbed a watery load into my throat before having me leave.
His brother, Peter was a sophomore, and I met him at a party, having no idea that Saxon was his brother. He was a slender athlete and clearly enjoyed having a good time. His backward hat and free-spirited smile drew me to him instantly. When I saw him standing alone, I gave him my standard line. "Wanna sneak off and let me blow you?"
He looked at me shocked, then his lips curled, about to laugh at the joke, but, he quickly realized I was not joking, gulped nervously, looked around, then shrugged his shoulders. I walked away, letting him follow me to a bedroom in the back of the house that I knew would be empty. When we got in there I went straight for his dick, making him laugh nervously as I started undoing his pants. When I got his cock in my mouth though, the laughing stopped, he put a hand on my head, and held his red cup with the other. He closed his eyes, and I looked up to see the pleasure on his face. When I started to taste that he was about to cum, I jerked him off into my mouth, and listened as he literally whimpered and squeaked above me. Just as the last drop of cum of dribbling out onto my tongue, the door burst open, and who else but Saxon walked in, holding the hand of some French-Canadian girl. They both stopped, shocked, and I could see that they knew each other.
"Oh my god!" Saxon yelled, before laughing his ass off and disappearing with the girl. Peter started wiping off his dick and pulling his pants up.
"You know him?" I asked.
"My brother," he said shortly, "fucking embarrassing."
The shock I felt quickly dissipated, and I saw the family resemblance.
"Trust me, he's been there." I said, getting up off my knees and looking him in the eye.
"What??" He asked, incredulous. He started laughing.
"Yup, him too." I said.
"Well I can see why, I've never even cum from oral before."
"Take my number."
"Ok."
He put my number in his phone, gave me a slap on the ass and returned to the party. And thus began my favorite arrangement of all my college years, servicing two rich, sexy brothers with nice cocks. Saxon mostly only asked me for a nut when he was stressed and didn't have time to take a girl out or go to a party, and Peter would just see me at parties and disappear with me into side rooms. One night, Peter and I were shooting the shit before heading to a kegger together, and he mentioned that his little brother was visiting campus and would be there as well. I remember the thrill in my gut that there was another one of them, maybe even a third dick for me to taste.
The first time I laid eyes on him, it was impossible not to notice how different he seemed from his older brothers. The youngest of the three, still in high school and freshly eighteen, he had this boyish charm that contrasted sharply with the respectively tiered ruggedness of the two older brothers. His skin was pale, almost porcelain-like, untouched by the sun in the way that made you want to trace every inch of it. His hair, a messy mop of dark curls, framed a face that was both innocent and curious, with wide hazel eyes that seemed to take in everything around him with a mix of awe and apprehension. Lochlan was lean, but not skinny--his body hinted at the kind of athleticism that came from years of soccer practice, his torso smooth and taut, his thighs firm and invitingly thick, visible through his casual pants.
When I approached him at that party, it wasn't just his looks that drew me in. It was the way he carried himself, this awkward confidence of the young adult that told me he was both curious and inexperienced. He wore a loose button-down that revealed the faintest outline of his nipples, and when he laughed, his cheeks flushed a soft pink that made me want to kiss him right then and there. I didn't waste time. The first time we made eye contact, I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear, and whispered something simple, straightforward, but it made his breath hitch. "I'll give you a blowjob if you want."
"I've heard guys suck better dick," he said, his voice trembling ever so slightly, though his eyes held mine with a boldness that surprised me, even with the slightly nervous half smile that accompanied them. It was the kind of confession that made my stomach tighten, a mix of naivety and eagerness that I couldn't resist.
"You sure?" I asked.
"They say college is the time to experiment, and I'm finally eighteen," he replied quickly, his boyish eyes never unlocking from mine.
I was entranced with this guy's enthusiasm.
I led him to a quiet corner of the house, away from the noise of the party, and when he pulled down his shorts, I nearly gasped. His cock was a revelation--a thick, heavy monster that seemed to defy his youthful frame, perfectly proportioned and already rock hard. The head was flushed a deep red, glistening with a drop of pre-cum that I instinctively licked away, savoring the slightly salty taste. His thighs tensed as my tongue traced the vein that ran along the underside, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
