Warning: Gay Sexual Content
As I mentioned in the first post, Kevin and Mike had a middle brother: Evan. He was never really around much. At this time, he was 16 or 17. Doing what most teens his age do, you wouldn't find him caught dead without hitting on a girl. The entire family was extremely attractive and they only grew more attractive with age. At 16 (or 17), Evan was really tall and muscular. He started look a lot like Kevin. So much, in fact, that I began to grow attracted to him.
At 13, going on 14, I was still very confused about my sexuality. I didn't know if I was truly gay because the only guy I've ever had feelings for were Kevin and they weren't romantic but sexual. Until a few months ago--after my 3rd and final encounter with him--I didn't even find myself attracted to guys. I was confused and went into a slight stage of depression that eventually strained my friendship with Mike. And the center of all my problems led me to Kevin.
It was my 14th birthday and I had no plans. Me, my mom and my brother ate cake and ice cream. I hadn't spoken to Mike in a week so I went over to his house to spend some time with him. Evan answered the door in all his fresh-from-the-shower-and-shirtless glory. He told me no one was there except him. I told him it was my birthday and so he invited me in to wait for Mike.
We went to his room where he got dressed and talked about some girl he'd recently had sex with. Eventually, he pulled out some weed from dresser and asked if I wanted to get high with him. I'd never done drugs before. In fact, I hate the smell of weed. But, at that point in my life I only wanted to fix myself and I thought maybe it'd help me.
It didn't take long for the weed to get to us. We started talking more about sex some more. I asked him if he'd ever gotten his dick sucked before and he told me a few times but he never got a good one. I asked him, "do you want one now?" he said, "fuck yeah, do you know a girl that'll do it?" I nodded my head and said, "something like that." He raised his eyebrow at me, catching on, and said, "what? You wanna suck my dick?" I nodded. He looked offended for a second and asked, "You think I'm gay or something?" I shook my head and said, "No, you don't have to be gay to get your dick sucked." He sat there, looking as if he was thinking about it for a minute. He turned to me and said, "Keep this between me and you."
He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It stood attentive. Not completely hard but not at all flaccid. He licked his lips as I approached him slowly. His smile was so sinister that I thought he was going to beat my ass when I get close enough. My heart was pounding. We were standing face-to-face (or rather, face-to-neck). He looked down on me with brown eyes resembling Kevin so much my knees shook. I stood frozen in a daze until Evan's voice woke me. "You want a fucking kiss or something?" he asked impatiently. I shook my head. "Then get on your knees and suck this dick," he continued.
It felt as if my throat began to swell. Evan, on the few occasions that he was around, always picked on me as a big brother would. Sometimes, we wrestled and he would pin me to the ground so hard it left bruises. But the harshness of his tone hurt me more than any bruise he left. Suddenly, I didn't want to suck his dick anymore but I didn't want to piss him off either. I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. Evan held my face in his hands and shoved his cock right into my mouth.
I don't know if it was the weed or the gagging but I was light-headed. Everything begin spinning while Evan shoved his cock further and further down my throat with each stroke. I didn't think it was possible for me to deepthroat a cock anymore than I had with Kevin but Evan proved my thoughts wrong. He growled and grunted more than Kevin ever did. And his grip on the back of my head was tight. Everything about the blowjob was aggressive and forced.
He started jerking his dick while his dipped his balls in my mouth. "I'm coming!" He shouted shortly after. I opened my mouth wide while he jerked and squirted his cum into my mouth. "Let me see you swallow that shit!" he ordered, holding his hand over my mouth. It took everything in me to swallow his cum. I looked at him after swallowing and he smiled at me. Not a sinister smile but a genuine smile. "You liked that, huh?" I lied and told him "yes".
For the first time, I hated a blowjob. Sure, the first time with Kevin wasn't a dream come true and my short experience with Mike wasn't anything to write home to but this one I truly hated.
I was still on my knees, looking up at Evan. He took his thumb and stroked my cheek gently. "Tears," he said, showing me the moisture on his thumb. "Yeah, that's from gagging," I said. Evan started to look guilty and apologetic. "Sorry," he said. I nodded and stood up from my knees. I went to the bathroom, looking myself in the mirror. My vision was blurry and my head was spinning. I could barely collect my thoughts before throwing up in sink.
I splashed some water in my face and walked home, not even telling Evan I was leaving. I spent the rest of my 14th birthday in a zombie stage. (Not that I'm usually expressive, anyway.)
I screamed into my pillow that night. Not because of how I felt so used and cheap but because I could still feel that small inch of myself that liked it.
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