Brother Sucker

The first time I saw a cock I was shocked. It looked like such a silly little thing hanging between the legs of my best friend’s brother – but having seen it, I hadn’t been able to think about anything else. I grew up in more innocent times. I couldn’t just go on the internet and search for pictures of cocks. I’d never even seen a picture of one when I burst into the en-suite and found Alex standing there wearing only a look of surprise. I was 16 years-old and I just couldn’t drag my thoughts away from the vivid sexual image – it was as though it had been scorched into my brain. That wasn’t the only part of me which was burning. My girly bits felt like they were on fire – and the only thing that gave me any relief was to rub my little clit until I orgasmed. Only sometimes, it just made the feeling worse and I had to do it again… and again.

I felt a smile play across my lips and hot colour rise in my cheeks as I thought about Alex. I wondered whether he’d be there when I went to Lucy’s after school. I liked him. I’d liked him before I’d seen him naked… and now that I’d seen his… thing, I liked him even more. Thinking about him made me gooey inside. But he hadn’t been there – I was able to relax after finding out that he was still at work. Of course he’d be at work. He was a working man. That’s what working men did.

The next time I saw him was in Lucy’s kitchen on a Saturday afternoon. He was fully clothed but I couldn’t help the way my imagination cut through to the tightly-muscled body beneath the shirt and trousers. He caught me looking. I hoped that he couldn’t read the lustful thoughts that were muddling my brain. He smiled at me. I liked his smile; it made the gooeyness inside me churn. As I made to follow Lucy up to her bedroom, he gripped my arm at the elbow, making me slop some of my drink on the floor.

“Don’t worry – I’ll get that,” he said, smiling. The smile was dazzling at such close range. The heat of it was making my body boil. I licked my lips in case he wanted to kiss me. I hoped he would – like in the romance stories. He wouldn’t even have to steal it – I’d let him kiss me. I was ready to be kissed.

“Did you like what you saw the other day?” I couldn’t think of a sensible reply. I should have just said ‘Yes’ but I couldn’t find my words as I watched his lips moving. He was touching me. Holding me. My heart was pounding like it was trying to escape. “I’ll be in my bedroom - if you want to see it again.” By ‘it’ he meant his cock. I would have preferred a kiss but I wouldn’t mind seeing his ‘thing’ again.

I didn’t think I would be able to do it since Lucy was in the house. I could hardly say that I was popping across to see her brother’s cock. But she got a phone call and as she went downstairs, I was able to slip across the landing and knock quietly on Alex’s door. Even if she came back suddenly, I could pretend that I’d been to the loo.

He was lying on the bed with a white towel draped discreetly across his lap. I could see something moving – no, growing - under the towel.

“I’ll have to be quick,” I said, looking back meaningfully to where Lucy’s voice was drifting up the stairs.

“I can be quick,” Alex smiled, and so saying he pulled the towel away. I gasped. It wasn’t the same cock as I’d seen before – it was three times longer; a fat cylinder pointing up towards his face rather than hanging down towards his feet. “Would you like to touch it?” he asked, and his cock bobbed up and down, as though answering the question for me.

I did. I wanted to touch it more than anything in the world – but I was afraid. I had no idea what it would feel like or what to do with it. Alex beckoned me over and I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling like my eyes were on stalks as I looked down on the veiny monster twitching above a dense bed of hair.

“Is there a problem?” Alex asked. “I thought you were in a hurry?”

“No,” I said, stiffly, “it’s just that I’ve never…” Alex laughed and my eyes traced up his lean muscular body to where his stunning blue eyes were boring into me.

“That isn’t a problem. It’s really easy – just wrap your hand around it and rub up and down.”

“Just that?” I asked.

“Just that.” We shared a quick smile and then I did it. I reached out my hand and closed my fingers around his cock. I couldn’t believe how hot it was - or how hard. But I liked the way it felt and as I moved my hand up and down, I loved the way the soft skin slipped up and down over the solid core within.

Alex grunted and I stopped. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No: quite the opposite. Just keep doing what you’re doing but try going gradually faster and harder.” I tried to do what he’d said but something odd was happening. As I tugged down, more and more of the shiny purple flesh around his pee-hole was being exposed. The more that was revealed, the louder his moans. Was that what I was trying to achieve? Was I supposed to pull it all the way down?

I tried pulling the skin all the way down but it got suck, having exposed a mushroom-shaped head.

“Aghh fuck – quick put it in your mouth.” There was pained urgency in Alex’s voice. It sounded like I’d hurt him and I immediately moved my face down and followed his instruction. I moved my mouth up and down just as I’d been doing with my hand. He groaned in a way that I had never heard before and my mouth was suddenly filling with salty fluid. I swallowed again and again trying to keep my mouth clear but it kept coming – spurting out of his cock.

I wanted to cry. I thought I’d torn something and that he was bleeding. It was my fault. I hadn’t known what I was doing. I had no idea sex could go so badly wrong. He’d trusted me with his ‘thing’ and I’d broken it. I could feel it shrinking away – trying to escape, trying to hide from me, the brutal monster. I sucked it softly whilst he stroked my hair with his hands. I even used my tongue to try and find the wound or wounds.

He had been in a lot of pain but it seemed to gradually ease-off until he was quiet and still. He was being so brave.

“I’m so sorry,” I blubbed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” There were tears welling in my eyes. I looked down at his cock, expecting it to be a tangled mess covered in blood. There was none. It looked like the first time I’d seen it in the bathroom - except that it was wet with my saliva.

“Hurt me?” Alex laughed. “That was fucking amazing!” Footsteps on the stairs brought our confused conversation to a premature conclusion and I managed to slip back in Lucy’s bedroom before she came up the stairs.

“Are you feeling OK – you look terribly hot,” Lucy said, as she burst into her room.

“I could do with another drink,” I said, downing the remaining contents of my glass in one gulp.

“Let’s go downstairs – you’ll never guess what.” Lucy didn’t give me time to even think. “Adriana gave Mike a blowjob!”

“A what?” I asked, naïvely.

“She sucked his cock and let him come in her mouth!” My stomach churned. Perhaps that explained the lack of blood. “She swallowed it too, the lucky bitch!” Lucy said, as she opened the fridge. It was good timing as my face must have been a picture as I suddenly realised what I’d just done to her brother. I’d made Alex feel like I did after I’d been rubbing my clit for a long time. An orgasm; that was why he’d been twitching and jerking – it hadn’t been pain I’d given him, it had been pleasure. I felt myself smile as first relief and then happiness exploded inside me. I wondered whether he’d let me do it to him again… or whether he’d be willing to return the favour. I certainly hoped so!