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At 16 years old I collected friends that turned me on, sadly that was almost entirely straight boys.

I had a buddy named Sam, Sammy for short? =) he was a couple of years older than I was and I'm not really sure if I can convey this well enough, but Sammy literally STANK of sexy. Sammy was about 6 foot, with a heroine chic thing happenin. He was that lanky dude at the local garage. Shoulder length yellow blond hair always messily poking out from under the baseball cap forever perched upon his head. A Marlboro red constantly hangin from his lips, He had a smile that could light a dark room and he was almost able to make me hard just by existing.

We weren't friends. In fact we didn't know each other at all until we met working an after school job. And it worked out that I ended up catching a lift home with him pretty much daily. There was a bunch of us from work that would hang out and party almost all the time. So, many nights I'd just skip stopping home and go to his place so he could change out of work clothes. Sammy's folks and younger brother Christian were always home when we got in, which was usually about 6 PM. We'd go to his room and I'd wait and watch tube (MTV-it was new then) or listen to music. He would wander off for a shower and always come back wet and in just a towel which he'd strip off in front of me, dry himself, and he'd dress. Can't say that he had much ass, but definitely a nice dick, although always soft. I enjoyed the view even if I kept my attention on the low key Well, I thought I did...

Younger brothers always seem to pop up at the most awkward of times. So, Christian, NOT Chris, was 14, and like his brother he was blond haired, quick with a smile and always caught my eye, we got on well. Unlike his brother, Christian was of a very average build with soft baby fat still intact and he had ass for days! Bubble butt has his picture in the dictionary, anyway, I digress, but that's half the fun, isn't it? His hair was a darker blond, always in a T-shirt and tight Levi's with no belt, and white briefs. (I know cause I was always looking down his pants when he was squatting or bent over just right, did I mention he was, as a package, hot?). Here's the meat of the story so to speak, it seems that I had been caught looking at Sammy on more than one occasion. In fact Christian had taken it upon himself to pay closer attention to me especially when Sammy was changing. Most of the time getting caught sucks, this time getting cause brought sucks into the picture in a different light.

He caught up to me in their garage one evening while Sammy was busy with his girlfriend. Being the dutiful good friend I made myself scarce and was messing with the 79 F150 project truck we had in the garage. Many an evening we all smoked and drank beer while working on one rig or another in that garage, and this was, or seemed to be, no different. Christian came in and jumped right in the mix and we talked cars and simple bullshit as always. Then he turned the talk to what Sammy was up to. I can't recall her name, but she was a cute thing too, blond, sort of an angelic midget stripper without being either a midget or a stripper... sorta doll like (does that make sense?) Christian went on about how he'd like in on her, or just about any girl. Then continued with a 14 year old harangue on girls, pussy, and his prowess (in his mind). Which of course drew the standard depreciating comments and laughter from me. This of course devolved into really vulgar teenage banter.

“Blow me!” he said.

“Whip it out, and I might if I can find it!”

We both laughed, before he said a bit more quietly”You like looking at Sammy's so much, maybe you wanna see mine?”

Time stopped, (for me at least) and it seemed an eternity till it started back up again. Well, there comes a time when you can be scared, or look stupid, you can panic or run. This just wasn't that time. And NEVER in the history of fucked up moments like this do we realize that two people have something to lose...I processed his words and looked him square in the eyes before saying.

Iwillifyoudonttellanyonejesuschristiandonttellanyonepleaseohfuck.

Suave and self assured I am!

He just laughed, then smiled, walked over and urged me to a less conspicuous place in the garage so we wouldn't be caught unaware and he proceeded to whip it out. Alright, more of a unzip and dig out his half hard cock, like he was gonna take a piss or something. But it was out and I went to my knees and tentatively took his fat 4 inches in my mouth. It was the first time I'd done this, but not the first time I'd seen it done, and I proceeded to do my damnedest to make it good for him, I was lovin it. I was pretty fuckin pleased either way. Sucking this beautiful dudes dick was a fantasy come true. He was a bit hesitant but let me unbutton his pants and pull them and his underwear down for better access. Then snagged a nearby folding chair and sat, with legs splayed and pants at his ankles.

God what a sight, little blond bush tight and compact above his dick, nice sized low hanging balls, creamy smooth white thighs and cheeks below that were so damn appetizing! He was throbbing hard and urged me to get back at it, and I did with much enthusiasm. It wasn't too long before he let me know he was close, So I started to pull away and increase my hand action, but he had a hand behind my head and held me in tight while he blew his load in my mouth.

Well fuck! What to do now... and at about the time I made up my mind to just swallow, he told me to swallow, with of course, a smile. I did so, let his cock out of my mouth and licked him clean. Little fucker had a pretty nice load too.

I'm glad he wasn't an asshole, he actually turned out to be a pretty nice kid after all, just horny like the rest of us. My secret stayed between us, and I guess his did too. It happened again here and there but it wasn't too steady a gig, and he never reciprocated. We didn't go a lot further, he'd sometimes let my ministrations go further back, he really liked a bit of tongue at his taint and tight pink hole, and he was all right with me finishing myself. And that worked for me. I sometimes think of Christian and wonder what became of him and Sammy. We all did what kids do as they grow up, drifted apart, lost touch...

It's probably for the best, but I can sometimes taste or smell him in my dreams.

They're good dreams.

--Alter