Campbell - Brothers' Roommate - Zaire

In the spring of 1998, I turned 18 while still a high school senior. I was more the athlete in the family than the academic. That was more my brother's thing. He was 21 and in college. We were always close, but started drifting when he went away to Morehouse University. 

We grew up in Georgia, our father ran the local garage, and our mother was a stay-at-home mom. She didn’t put up with any of the shenanigans my friends got up to with their parents. We dressed “appropriately” and went to church on Sundays. Sex was basically illegal in our house because of her strict rules. No dating was allowed until we turned 17, and only if we were getting straight A’s. So my brother was able to date, but I was not. It was made clear through the church as well as Momma that sex was a sin before marriage. When that white woman came out on TV last year, Momma shut it off, letting us know it was against God.

I was a bit confused in those days. My friends would joke about “fag” stuff and call each other queer or stuff like that. I’ll be honest, I didn’t get it. I knew homosexuality was a sin, and all that, but I also know it’s wrong to fuck your cousin, and my buddy Marlin definitely lost his virginity to his first cousin and still got high fives. I thought we were all just Joshing each other, and I legitimately thought butt sex was just a joke. I didn’t think they were serious when they pretended to be completely grossed out by the idea of other guys being nude or whatever; I figured it was just proving how straight they were. Mostly because I had looked at the other guys in the showers, and their big swinging johnsons got my blood flowing. 

Adding to my list of sins was my inability to go more than a week without masturbating. I felt guilty about it, but I was willing to put up with the guilt and take the pleasure instead of the embarrassment of having a wet dream and knowing Momma was washing my sheets, knowing it was my sperm all over them. The worst part was that, since I hadn’t had any sex and only heard about how good it felt from my friends, all I could think about when masturbating was them enjoying sex. I couldn’t even picture the women naked, just my friends, their big dicks, their pleasure, and wondering if they shoot as I do. Wondering if they enjoy it the same as me, or if they do it differently and get more pleasure out of it than I do. Was that homosexual? I didn’t think so.

I did fight off the thoughts about touching my friends' dicks. That was a curiosity that…in the back of my mind was a bridge too far. Even though I told myself it wasn’t about sex, it was more about science, to know the difference between mine and theirs.

Things changed very quickly when spring break arrived, and my brother brought home his friend Zaire for the week. Zaire was my brother's roommate. He is from Wyoming, of all places, and didn’t want to sit in the cold for spring break, so my brother talked him into coming here to hang out in the warmth for a few days. Zaire was tall, over six feet, lean and athletic, like me, but he was clean cut and seemingly nerdy like my brother. Standing next to Zaire, I am 5’10”, but he is several inches taller. His hair was buzzed short with a nice fade, just like my brother's. I was rocking some tight box braids that I just had done, not long, because Momma would say I was asking for trouble, but as long as I kept them short, she allowed it.

My brother set Zaire up in the family room to sleep. It’s part of an addition our parents put on the house about ten years ago. It was supposed to be the fancy living room where Momma hosted guests, but after the first party, where Pop’s family came, and the carpet got stained along with two of the couch cushions, it became more of a playroom for my brother and me. Which became the hangout spot for our friends and us. Especially since we had the only N64 in our friend group with all four controllers. Pops let Momma buy a new set of furniture for the smaller living room in the front of the house, which became off-limits to us and is almost never used at this point. The couches in the family room are comfortable, though. It’s a big sectional sofa, about 9 feet in each direction, shaped like an L.

The thing about my brother, he is a rule follower. Or so I thought. We were close friends growing up, but I do recall being told on many occasions that I was “too young” to go with him and his friends' places, and I just assumed they were doing boring stuff. I also just assumed that while he was away at college, he was basically living in the library and doing nothing fun. Which also led me to assume Zaire was going to be equally exciting.

My brother and Zaire were here for a few days, taking day trips to explore our little town. The three of us went hiking on Wednesday, which is when I really got to know Zaire. I also saw him take off his shirt and got to see how fit he was. I couldn’t stop myself from stealing glances at his deep V-cut going into his boxers and his hiking shorts. I also stole a glance when we all stopped to take a piss. My brother was turned toward a tree, but Zaire was standing close enough that out of the corner of my eye I could clearly see the length and girth of his manhood as he let his stream flow. I also made sure I got a good glance when I finished pissing first and tucked myself away, turning toward him instead of away from him while he finished. He was probably six inches while soft, and thick enough that I don’t think my fingers would touch if I were to wrap my hand around him…for science, that is.

Thursday morning, Momma broke the news to us that she and Pops had to drive out tothe Florida panhandle, where Auntie Mable lives, my father’s sister, because she had to go in for an unexpected surgery. She told us not to worry, that it’s a routine surgery, and that they were just going to help her get settled. She left us money for food, and told my brother they may not be back on Sunday before he heads back for school, but that she loves him. As soon as the station wagon was out of the driveway, my brother looked at Zaire and said, “You know what this means, right?”

Zaire smiled, nodded, then glanced over at me, “You ready to party, Campbell?”

My first thought was that we were going to be in so much trouble, but my second thought of partying with my brother and his friend and having a real college party experience won out without a fight. I grinned, trying to play it cool, “of course.”

My brother reached out to his friends to see who was in town, and told me I could invite my friends if I could trust they wouldn’t rat us out. I overheard Zaire telling my brother to “invite as many bitches as possible” because he “needed to get laid.” The words bounced around in my head, and the thought of Zaire getting laid turned me on. With my brother home and all of the talks of their college experiences, the secret girlfriend my brother has at college, and him having sex with her, it all had my hormones raging, especially since the last time I masturbated was a solid week ago. The mental image of Zaire having sex, it was the strongest urge I had felt to date of wanting to try touching another guy's junk. My curiosity about Zaire’s junk was filling my every thought, and I wanted to help him get laid tonight just to know that he got off in the same airspace as me.

The party was crazy. We kept it inside the house so the neighbors didn’t alert our parents when they got back. Kept the music at a reasonable volume. Outside of that, it was wild. My brother and Zaire hooked us up with a bunch of beer and pizza. There were wafts of weed coming from my brother's bedroom, but I wasn’t allowed in there. Not that it mattered, because by the time I finished my second beer, I was already drunk.

I found myself chatting with Zaire for a good portion of the night. He asked me all kinds of probing questions about my sexual experience. I normally would’ve felt embarrassed by my lack of experience, but he made me feel like I was in a good spot, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. I asked him all kinds of probing questions in return. Seeking details about his experiences, all of which got me really hard. I thought I was hiding it well, though. Until he pointed out that I was hard.

“Campbell, you ask a lot of questions about my dick,” he chuckled.

I felt the blood rushing to my face when I realized my questions were hyper-focused on him and his experience instead of what I’ve heard my friends asking each other as they all lost their virginities. “Oh…ummm…”

“It’s cool, bro, I don’t care, I just thought it was interesting,” he spared me the embarrassment of responding to what he was suggesting. Then he followed up, “Your pecker is needing some attention, too, huh?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, well…it’s been about 18 years of no attention,” I tried to joke.

He laughed, “Maybe tonight we can get that changed.” He looked across the room at a girl who was eyeballing me. “Go talk to her.”

I didn’t hesitate to do as he said. Like a trained puppy, I got up and went to talk to her. That conversation was awkward, and I was a little too drunk to pick up on the fact that she was eyeballing Zaire and not me, but she was nice, and we talked for a little while until her best friend said they had to go. At that point, I had lost track of Zaire and casually looked for him until I found my friends and got caught up in conversation. I eventually saw him chatting it up with Stephanie, a girl who used to hang around back when my brother was still in school, so I made a point not to cock block him.

As the night wore on, I was pretty drunk, but wired. As people left and my brother snuck a girl into his bedroom, the house got pretty quiet as the remaining friends passed out on different couches. Zaire asked if he could crash in my room since his couch was taken. I jumped at the opportunity, offering him the bed and saying I would sleep on the floor.

He stripped down to his boxers and got on my bed, making the bed look small. I rolled out a sleeping bag on the floor next to the bed, then stripped down to my boxers, thankfully my dick wasn’t tenting out, but I could feel the heat running that way after seeing Zaire in his boxers and knowing his big dong was flopping around in there. I flicked off the light and got on top of my sleeping bag.

“Tonight was fun,” Zaire said in the darkness.

“I’ve never had so much fun,” I said, not caring that I was slurring my words like a newbie.

“Too bad we didn’t get you laid, that would’ve been a good cap on the night, huh?” He said out of nowhere.

My dick jumped in my boxers, and I chuckled, “Man, that would’ve been awesome. I would’ve been happy if you got laid,” I tried to say it as if his getting laid was somehow pleasurable for me without it sounding weird, but I don’t think it came out right because it made him chuckle.

“I was hoping that girl Stephanie was down. She seemed interested. We even made out for a bit, she let me feel her up, but her friend kept interrupting,” he sounded frustrated.

My heart was racing, and I asked, “Did she feel you up?”

“A little.” He admitted.

I swallowed hard, trying not to let my voice crack. “Inside or outside your pants?”

“Outside, we weren’t in private, just outside on your back porch on the lounge chair.” He seemed even more frustrated.

The idea of touching his dick filled my mind, and my blood filled my dick. I was as hard as a diamond. “Did it still feel good, outside, I mean?”

“Yeah, I mean, getting my dick touched feels good no matter what,” he said, his voice a little quieter.

I couldn’t let this conversation end. My hand slid under the sleeping bag, down my shirtless abs, and slid into my boxers to squeeze my 6” cut cock. “Would it make you shoot if she kept going?” I asked, feeling the tension in my throat.

He hesitated, then said, “Probably.”

“Probably?” I asked, needing details as I squeezed my hard dick.

“Well…I mean, I don’t just pop off at the slightest touch,” he chuckled. 

The mental image of him popping off made a drop of precum squeeze out of my dick into my boxers. I swallowed and asked, “Oh yeah, I get it, it’s because she’s that hot?”

He chuckled, “She’s alright, but honestly I’m just fukin’ horny.” That made us both chuckle. “If she rubbed me a little harder outside my jeans, and for a little bit longer, I would’ve been shooting my nut inside my boxers.”

That got a laugh out of us both, but the mental image was getting me closer to shooting my load inside my boxers. “How long has it been?”

“Since I had sex?” He asked.

“Since you popped off at all?” I clarified.

“Shiiiiit,” he huffed. “I got off in the dorm the night before coming here,” he said.

“You…were masturbating?” I asked like a complete nerd.

He chuckled, “Yeah.”

“With my brother in the room?” Curiosity was driving me wild as I squeezed my dick two feet away from him, imagining he’s up there on my bed, rock hard, doing the same.

He chuckled, “Yeah.” Then added, “I’m pretty sure he was asleep, though.”

I didn’t care about that. “Do you do that often?”

“Jack off?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, slowly stroking myself in my boxers, trying not to sound like I was.

“Bro, all the time. I haven’t gone this long without busting a nut since I stayed at my Granny’s house and had to sleep in the same room as my two cousins,” he chuckled.

“But you do it with my brother in the room?” I asked nervously. Then added, “When it’s just the two of you,” as if that meant anything.

“Yeah, well…I’m pretty sure he’s caught me more than once, but I try to make sure he’s asleep if I do it.”

The idea of ‘catching’ Zaire masturbating was making my balls tingle. “Have you caught him doing it?”

He chuckled, “Oh man, I’ve caught him jerkin’ it, and caught him fucking his girl once.”

“Noooo! Are you serious?” I was blown away by this detail.

“Yeah, the first time I caught him stroking was the first weekend we were rooming together. I had an early pickup game with some friends, came back to the room, and he was going to town on himself.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the memory.

I couldn’t help but wish it was me he walked in on. “What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…did he finish or cover up?” The question rolled off my tongue as if both options would’ve made sense.

He chuckled, “Of course he covered up. Wouldn’t you?”

I felt a little embarrassed, but also drunk and blurted out, “It depends… I guess.”

“On what?” I could hear him holding back a laugh.

I giggled, “If I was close to shooting or not.”

“Brooooo,” he laughed.

“I’m serious, if I’m close, there’s no stopping me,” I admitted.

He chuckled, “I mean…I guess I’m the same way. When I get to that point of no return…I can’t stop myself. If I’m alone, or with someone, when I’m right there and can feel it…I can’t stop.” He laughed at himself, “ Nobody wants blue balls, and when I’m right there...” He trailed off.

I continued stroking myself, “Did Stephanie give you blue balls?”

“Kinda,” he admitted.

“That’s messed up,” I said. Then, before I could think about what I was saying, I added, “I wouldn’t have.”

He chuckled, “What do you mean? You wouldn’t have given me blue balls?”

I chuckled, “I mean…if…like, if I were a girl, I mean.” Somewhere in the center of my brain, I was embarrassed, but the liquid courage just kept flowing.

There was a long pause, and his tone changed a bit. “If you were a girl, you would’ve got me off?”

My heart started pounding in my chest. There was no right answer to this question. I went for nonchalant, “Of course.”

Another pause and some quiet movement. “Inside or outside?”

I licked my lips; the idea of touching his dick in any way was making mine throb. I know the right answer to this question was ‘outside’ his pants, but my horniness took over. “Probably inside.”

“For real? You would stroke me?” His voice was breathy.

“Yeah, of course,” I said, a little too quickly.

“If you were a girl, right?” He breathed.

I hesitated. Still squeezing my hard dick in my boxers, the tip smearing in the growing wet spot of my boxers. “Yeah.” Was all I said.

Another pause, then he quietly said, “Man, I wish you were a girl right now.”

“Yeah?” I think the excitement in my one word was a little too much.

“Yeah, I’m so horny from earlier…and not getting my nut all week,” he practically whispered.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t want him to make the wrong assumption about me or to give myself a reputation. Those thoughts were deep behind the liquid courage and the horny thoughts running through my head about him in the dorm, jerking off with my brother in the room as far away from him as I am right now. “You could…I don’t care if you masturbate right now,” I said with a subtle squeak in my voice. Then I cleared my throat and added, “I mean, we’re both guys, so…it’s not a big deal.”

“I mean, I don't care if you don't care. It's not like I haven't done it in front of your brother,” He said.

My heart was racing. It was pounding so hard. I thought he could hear it. “ It doesn't bother me. I mean, if you're hard, you're hard right.” The words were flowing just as much as my precum. The idea of him being hard was too much to handle. “Are you hard right now?”

He let out a little bit of a sigh. And then admitted, “Yeah, I've been hard.”

My heart almost blew out of my chest. It was beating so hard. I gave my dick another squeeze. Adding yet another drop of precom to my boxers. Then, I said, “You should… You should probably jack off then.”

“You really don't mind me beating off on your bed?”

“No,” I said way too fast. 

“Are you gonna do it too?” He asked. 

My dick was already out of the fly of my boxers with my hand wrapped around it. “Do you want me to?”

“Wouldn't it be weird for me to do it if you're just lying there listening?” It was a half serious half joking question. 

“Ok, yeah,” I said, then made a dramatic show in the sleeping bag that I was slipping off my boxers. I heard movement on the mattress, letting me know he was doing the same. My heart was beating so fast I thought I might pass out. I willed myself to stay in the moment, though. There was no way I was going to miss an opportunity to be in the room with another guy having an orgasm.

“Are you naked?” He asked. 

“Yeah. Are you?” I pumped my dick slowly. Any faster and I would shoot.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

I listened for any kind of movement. The sound of him breathing and dogs barking in the distance was all I could hear. “Are you stroking?”

“Yeah,” he said breathily.

“Me too,” I felt the need to confess. I wondered how big he was hard. What his balls looked like. What his dick felt like. Then I asked, “Does it feel good?”

He kinda chuckled, “Of course. It would've felt better if Stephanie was doing it for me, but my hand knows how to get me off.”

I was more asking him if his dick felt good in his hand, but now I was thinking about jerking it for him. “Yeah, she left you with blue balls,” I joked. I have myself a few light strokes, so I didn't pop off but kept myself on the edge as I enjoyed the sexual tension in the air. 

“You wouldn't give me blue balls, though, right?”

His question came almost outta nowhere, but landed exactly where it needed to in my brain. “No, that's messed up,” I said.

There was a pause before he spoke again. “You know…it's really dark in here.”

“Yeah,” I agreed instantly. 

“Someone could stroke me off, and my dick wouldn't know the difference,” he said quietly. 

It took both of my remaining brain cells rubbing together to keep from leaping at what I think he's hinting at. “Yeah, it's so dark…I could be Stephanie…and you wouldn't know,” I offered. 

He let out a heavy breath, and I could hear a rhythmic wetness coming from the middle of the bed. “It would feel so good to have her hand on my dick right now,” he breathed out the words. 

It was obvious what he was saying, and I wanted to cross that line so bad my cock ached for it. I just needed to justify it a little more. ‘For science just wasn't cutting it. 

The rhythmic wetness sped up, and he let out the softest moan and said, “I really wish Stephanie were here to grab my dick and finish the job she started.”

That was it. Brain melted. I sat up quietly. It was incredibly dark in my room. I had blackout curtains. The only light was the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was just enough glow to see the outline of the naked man on my white bedsheets. His dick was hard, with his hand slowly sliding up and down the shaft. From the darkness, I could see he was at least 8” and just a little thicker than when he was soft. I had never seen another guy hard before. Technically, I still hadn’t, but the shape of his dick in the dimist glow of the darkest color of light was all I needed to pump out another drop of precum onto my helmet.

Maybe it was in my head, but I could feel the heat radiating off his body even though I was at least a foot away, and it was already warm in here. His right leg lifted, and his right hand stopped stroking his dick as it slowly started pointing right at me. I was hypnotized. With my heart beating out of my chest, my hands were shaking with nerves as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around another guy's cock for the first time. He jumped at the touch, and I panicked and let go of his dick.

He turned his head toward the wall and mumbled, “Don’t leave me hanging, Stephanie.”

I said nothing. I didn’t even breathe. I reached out in the darkness. Despite being drunk, my night vision was heightened like I was bitten by a radioactive spider or something. I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and his hand dropped away as he breathed. I just held it. It was spongy, but rigid. It had to be the softest skin I’ve ever touched, but it was also the warmest. I gave it a gentle squeeze, noting the differences between my cock and his. It was definitely heavier, slightly thicker, slightly longer, and every little touch I gave it came with a reaction of a breath or a throb in my hand. “That’s it, Steph, stroke it, baby,” Zaire mumbled.

I took the hint and started stroking him slowly. I’m not left-handed, so finding a rhythm that he seemed to like took me a few seconds, but I found it and felt him pulse in my hand, and he gripped the sheets of the bed right in front of me; his breathing was haggard. I stroked him a little faster, then swapped to my good hand when my left arm started to burn. This change seemed to do something to him because he let out a soft moan and mumbled, “That’s it…shiiiit that’s good.” He rocked his hips ever so slightly, rhythmically fucking into my hand as I pumped him at three times that speed, stroking and squeezing his cock. Memorizing every little ridge of his meat, every vein, curve, and the feeling of his precum oozing onto my fingers. I thought I would be grossed out by another guy's precum, but something about it was hot, both physically and mentally. I couldn’t help but bring my left hand back up, gently placing it on his thigh, sliding it up his leg, expecting him to stop me at any moment, but he didn’t.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he gunted.

I picked up the pace, but my arm was burning, and my rhythm faltered. I brought my left hand up and started rolling his balls in my hand the way I sometimes play with my own. His sack was heavier than mine, prickly but soft and warm. My right arm was burning, and I was struggling to continue. Not a problem I ever had stroking myself off, but I had to slow down, and I could feel the disappointment in his body as his stretched out legs relaxed and his breathing steadied, his orgasm taking a back seat again.

“Your arm tired?” He asked.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to break the illusion, but I had to say, “Yeah,” as quietly as I could.

His hand came back up and took over stroking, giving himself a few pumps. His head turned toward me, and I could see his eyes were closed as he said, “You could put your mouth on it, if you want.”

I had only ever seen a girl do this to a guy in a porno once, for about five minutes, when I was at my buddy's house for a sleepover. I heard my friends talk about getting sucked off like it was the most pleasurable thing in the world, and it never occurred to me that a guy could do it to another guy. Could I do that? That would be gross, right? Having another guy's dick in my mouth is…that’s where his piss comes from, that’s pretty nasty.

“Come on, baby, just give it a little attention.” He reached for the back of my neck with his left hand and started pulling me toward his cock. I swallowed hard, opened my mouth, and took his tip in. “Oooh…watch the teeth, don’t let your teeth drag,” he mumbled. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let his cock slide in until the tip hit my throat, and I gagged instantly. I had an instant panic that I just embarrassed myself for lack of experience, and that I was ruining this for him. “That’s it, take as much of it as you can, you won’t choke, I promise,” he said, his hand sliding up the back of my head and adding pressure so I could take more of him into my mouth. I felt the urge to gag again, but this time I held it back and let him add more pressure, and I felt his head pop into my throat, somehow stretching my esophagus to accommodate his girth, and he pushed even harder until I had to breathe, and he let me up. “Damn, that’s good, do it again,” he encouraged.

I did it again, and again. For several minutes, I slowly went down his shaft, took his cock into my throat a little deeper than the last time, then he let me up. When his breathing changed, and he started mumbling obscenities, I started to worry about him shooting off in my mouth. It was bad enough I had his dick in my mouth, leaking precum that… admittedly tastes kinda good, but a few drops of precum is way different than a full load of hot semen from Zaire’s balls. I felt both hands on my head now, rubbing the space between my braids as he pulled me deeper. He started rocking his hips up, and his cock went even deeper. It might be in my mind, but I think his cock is getting thicker and harder.

“Shit…oh shit,” He whispered. Then I felt his hands pull me down, and my eyes watered as his cock stretched my throat and throbbed. I felt a gush of warm wetness blasting down my throat as he held my head tight, and my eyes watered. “Ungh…ahhh, fuck,” he mumbled as he trembled and his cock throbbed, and another gush of what could only be his nut blasted off in my throat. Then he pulled out slightly so he wasn’t in my throat, and then rocketed more cum into the back of my mouth, coating my uvula with piping hot semen. My mouth filled instantly as he continued to throb. The taste was salty and tangy, and I gagged a bit, forcing cum to go down my throat, shoot out my nose, and dribble out of my mouth around his slick shaft. “Oh fuck, dude, sorry,” he mumbled, as he loosened his grip but managed to pulse out more cum onto my tongue and lips as he quickly grabbed his dick and gave it a few strokes. “You ok?” He asked with genuine concern.

I started coughing, my mouth was coated in the thick cum, blocking airways a bit, so I tried to spit it out into my hand and swallow what wouldn’t spit out. I had no idea how much I swallowed already, but I swear I can feel the warmth all the way down. I wiped my eyes and nose as I caught my breath. My tongue washed over the roof of my mouth and teeth, trying to get the slimy last of his cum out. The taste was intense and almost more intoxicating than the booze I drank earlier. I collapsed down onto the sleeping bag, using my boxers to wipe off the cum I spat into my hand.

As I caught my breath, I felt a warm hand push my hand off my throbbing cock, and Zaire whispered, “Let me help you out,” and started pumping my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I quaked under his touch, my body trembling with pleasure with each little pump. Then I felt his mouth on the tip, going down with his hand, the warm wetness of his mouth, then right into his throat as he leg go. He bobbed up and down, and I put my hands on his short-cropped hair gently, not pulling him down, just instinctively riding the wave of pleasure. He shifted his weight onto his left arm as he continued to bob up and down, and his right hand slid up my leg to my balls. “Oh God,” I said in a barely audible breath. I felt him hum on my dick, then he pulled off my dick for an excruciating second, before wet fingers came between my legs and pushed under my balls to my asshole. My asshole! When his mouth came back around my shaft at the same time his fingers circled my tight pucker, the combination of pleasures was way too much, and without warning, my whole body tensed, and I shot off into Zaire’s mouth. He kept bobbing, swallowing my load and sucking my cock, using the shots of cum as a lube for his throat until I had nothing left in my balls and had to beg him to pull off.

He chuckled, “No blue balls in here.”

I took a deep breath, “Holy shit. That was awesome,” I whispered.

He chuckled, “I know.” Then he hopped onto the bed, and I heard the snap of his waistband as he slid his boxers on. “Go to sleep.”

My mind was spinning. I’ve never felt so sexually satisfied in my life. I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe I sucked a guy off. I can’t believe I swallowed his cum. That’s gross…right? I drifted off to sleep within minutes.

When the morning came, Zaire was already up by the time I woke up. I could hear my brother and him cleaning up the house, so I decided to get up and help.

While I wasn’t as hungover as they seemed to be, I played along like I was. Agreeing that I didn’t remember anything after a certain point in the night. Mostly because I didn’t know how to interact with Zaire, knowing I sucked him off and he returned the favor. Though watching him walk around the house, shirtless, in basketball shorts with the same boxers he was wearing last night on…it stirred up something inside me.

It was Friday, and they were leaving Sunday morning, so they decided to go out and party with some of my brother's friends, leaving me behind. I spent the day convincing myself that last night didn’t happen, and would never happen again. I made sure I was asleep at a decent hour, and even though the horny thoughts of last night raced through my head, the mental images of Zaire jerking himself off, naked in my bed, the spot where I’m lying right now, even though my dick was rock hard. I decided not to give in to temptation and forced myself to go to sleep.

Saturday, there was a small gathering of my brother's friends, a few beers being passed around, and I had two, which made me really tipsy. Which let those thoughts of Zaire creep back into my head. I tried to shake it off, but as the night wore on, and I caught glances from him across the room, I couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted a repeat.

My brother took a different girl to bed with him that night, which would’ve blown my mind, but when Zaire asked me to go outside and smoke with him, that took over my focus. I had never smoked before and hadn’t planned on it, but…it was Zaire. I would’ve done all the drugs the D.A.R.E. officer told me not to even look at if Zaire said it was cool.

After an embarrassing coughing fit, followed by an even more embarrassing coughing fit as I tried to claim that I smoked before, he just smiled at me and played along. I figured it out, and as the weed kicked in, it made it easier to smoke more weed without coughing.

A part of me, the good boy who went to bed early last night and didn’t masturbate, wanted this to be just a hangout where I had a fun first-time weed-smoking experience. Another part of me, a very horny six inches of me, wanted smoking with Zaire to lead to another night of jerking off together.

When Zaire said, “Aight, time to crash out,” and flicked the last of the blunt into the grass as he blew out the smoke. 

I had a sudden aching in the pit of my stomach. I watched him stand, my eyes traveling up his bare legs to the bulge in his shorts, then further up as he stretched and his white t-shirt rose up to expose a little bit of skin and the waistband of his boxers. I felt myself salivating, my mind flashing images of the barely visible cock I played with last night, how it tasted, how it felt, the explosion of cum. I felt my heart racing as he opened the sliding glass door and started walking in. I hopped up, putting my hand in my pocket to grab my hardening dick before it stuck straight out, and I followed him in.

Zaire lay flat on the couch, slowly creeping one knee up so his shorts fell closer to his crotch, exposing the leg of his boxers and hinting at what was hidden deeper as the fabric pooled around his soft bulge. I stood there in silence for a moment, but then realized how awkward I was being when he snapped his head toward me and asked, “Are you ok?”

I chuckled, shaking my head, “Yeah, the weed really just hit me.”

He grinned, his hand slipping under his white t-shirt to rub his abs, then he mumbled, “It’s hot in here.” He sat up quickly, pulled his t-shirt from the back collar, yanked it off his body, flopped back onto the cushion, let out a heavy sigh, and closed his eyes.

I cleared my throat, “Need anything…before I head to bed?”

His hand slid down his abs quickly into his shorts, where he adjusted himself, then pulled his hand out and mumbled, “I’m good.”

I swallowed, nodding my head even though his eyes were closed and couldn’t see me. Feeling that pit in my stomach, a deep sense of dread that I was somehow passing up an opportunity but couldn’t figure it out, I turned slowly away and went to bed.

I stripped to my boxers, got into bed, and tried to fall asleep.

After about twenty minutes of rolling around, trying to get comfortable, but mostly letting my mind drift to what happened in this bed the night before last. It had me hard and needing to get off more than ever, even though I usually only give myself release once per week…this was overwhelming.

I huffed, slid my hand into my boxer,s and gave myself a gentle tug. I felt the rush of pleasure as the guilty thoughts disappeared and started tugging a little more. Feeling the room spin from the weed, I just enjoyed the feeling of a slow stroke for a few minutes. When the thoughts of Zaire’s mouth on my cock started taking over my thoughts, I brought my slow stroke up to a fast, needy stroke. Remembering his fingers dipping between my legs to play with my hole, I let my left hand do the same. I hadn’t known my hole could be a pleasure zone before Zaire, and now my curiosity had the better of me. I wet my fingers like he did, and sure enough, the gentlest touch was like fireworks. I added pressure like he did, spreading my legs this time, and my finger popped into the tight pucker, making me moan, probably louder than I should have. I wanted to do this again with Zaire.

Before I could think it through, I was tucking my hard dick into my boxers, I quietly opened my bedroom door and snuck back toward the family room. I heard music playing low in my brother's room, along with a gentle rhythmic clapping sound, and kept walking. The family room wasn’t nearly as dark as my bedroom, and the dim light coming in from the sliding glass doors washed over Zaire, who was only in his boxers now.

I slowly and quietly walked closer, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. My heart was racing, my dick was hard, and I was trembling with excitement just being this close to him. As I got closer, I realized I hadn’t thought this through and didn’t have any plan. I knelt down next to the couch, just watching him breathe. The smoothness of his skin, the scent of his body, the bulge in his boxers, it was all taunting me, begging me to touch him. I decided not to touch him. Instead, I just watched every little movement, every tick of his body.

After a few minutes, my nerves calmed down a bit, I was no longer shaking from adrenaline, and my dick started growing hard again. I slipped it out of the fly of my boxers so I could stroke it. I figured that way, if Zaire woke up, I could try and tuck it back in, not that it would work, but that’s what I convinced myself was the safest route to get pleasure and feel like I wasn’t putting myself in a bad position.

As I stroked myself, the uncontrollable urge to touch him became stronger and stronger. I started by putting my free hand on the cushion next to his hip. When he didn’t stir, with my heart pounding and my right hand squeezing my cock, I slid my left hand forward until my knuckles were flat against his hip. The only thing separating us was the thin fabric of his boxers. The excitement coursing through my body was intense; I’d never felt such a rush. When he didn’t stir from my gentle touch, I sat there for at least five minutes to be one hundred percent sure he was still asleep, and then I got bolder and moved my knuckles up his muscular hip until I reached the top, and I opened my palm to lay flat on his pelvis. It feels like such a huge risk, but I couldn’t back out now. I held it there for a few minutes, glancing between his closed eyes, his rising chest, and his bulging boxers.

I held myself frozen, taking in the feel of his body heat, the softness of his boxers, even the texture difference between his skin hiding under the boxers by my pinky finger, and the obvious bush under my middle finger. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to continue and feel his cock again. I couldn’t even think straight; my needs were too strong. I agonizingly slowly slid my hand closer to the mound. All the time watching his rhythmic breathing, memorizing it at this point to make sure there was no change, and it hadn’t changed one bit. When my finger tips brushed the flaccid bulge, it flopped over ever so slightly. I couldn’t tell if it was his body reacting to my touch or if it was just the weight of his dick moving from being bumped by my fingers. 

I licked my lips, remembering the taste of his penis in my mouth, the sweetness of his precum, and…the massive explosion when my mouth provided him so much pleasure that he erupted in orgasmic pleasure. I swallowed hard and inched my fingers gently over the hump, my palm on one side, finger tips on the other side of his shaft. The heat of his dick was intense; the gravitational pull was even more intense.

I looked up his abs, to his chest, to his sleeping face, then back down, and before I could talk myself out of it, I gave his dick a squeeze through his boxers. It was gentle, and there was no reaction. I squeezed it again, and again, no reaction. This just wasn’t good enough, so I spread open the fly of his boxers with my forefinger and thumb, reached in like the claw machine, grabbing my prize and hooked his dick, quickly pulling all of his flaccid inches through the fly and letting it flop down, rolling toward me as I went hands off completely to gauge his reaction, if any.

There was no reaction.

Heart pounding, I pressed on and wrapped my fingers around the soft, spongy, warm penis, just enjoying the weight and the details I could see in this dim light that I couldn’t see last night. As I held it, I could feel it growing thicker. It was like a horny magic trick, and it turned me on so much to know I was the reason he was suddenly getting hard. As it stretched and became almost instantly more rigid, I gave it a gentle pump, and I heard him let out a little, “mmm.” I quickly looked up at his face; his eyes were still closed, and I went right back to looking at the awesome cock in my hand that wasn’t mine. I gave it another pump, and this time it flexed in my hand, and his right hand suddenly moved, sliding up his bare torso to his face, where it rubbed his eyes with a slight groan.

My heart raced, I didn’t know what to do, and I froze, dick in hand.

“What’cho doin bruh?” He mumbled, half asleep, and flexed his cock in my hand.

“Uhhh….I’m sorry,” was all I could say.

He chuckled, rubbing his face with both hands this time. “Don’t be sorry,” he outstretched his right hand, placing it on the back of my neck and gently pushing my head down toward his dick. “Do what you came here to do nigga,” he said with a clear, no-fucks-given tone.

I didn’t know what I had come here to do. I wasn’t thinking rationally, and my brain was foggy from the weed, but my body reacted instinctively, my mouth opening the instant his head touched my lips, and I took him into my mouth just as I did last time. He let out a low moan and let me get to work, sliding his hand down my naked back and right into the back of my boxers, where he palmed my ass cheek. I could only focus on giving him a good blow job. I didn’t want to have woken him up and then give him blue balls. God forbid he got upset and told my brother what I did. I doubled my effort, trying to get him into my throat like I did when he was pushing my head down. The scent of his musk, the taste of his cock, it was better than any weed or beer, making me instantly relaxed and horny all at the same time.

The longer I sucked, the more I was able to get in my throat, and I think I was getting the hang of it. I tried integrating my hand like he had done with me, and that seemed to turn him on since I could only get about half his dick into my mouth unless he pushed me further down, but his hands were busy. His left hand was playing with his balls, and his right hand was tugging my boxers down. I wasn’t sure if he was going to jerk me off or what, but my dick was at attention and ready for anything. What surprised me was when my boxers dropped down my skinny thighs to my knees, and his hand came back to my ass, immediately spreading my cheeks, and some wet fingers were circling my hole. The sensation of having my hole played with was enough on its own to get me to start leaking precum, and I moaned on his dick.

“You like that?” He whispered.

I moaned onto his dick, “mmm-hmmm,” and continued sucking as he pressed his middle finger into my pucker, which got a different squeal out of me because it went deep this time, right into the second knuckle.

“Oh yeah, that’s fuckin’ tight,” he mumbled as his finger started pumping in and back out. “You got any lotion or lube?”

I thought it was a weird question, but I pulled off his dick to answer him. Whispering as I caught my breath, “I have lotion in my room.”

“Let’s go to your room then,” he said, pulling his finger from my ass. I stood up, my cock sticking straight out at his face as he sat up. I went to pull my boxers back up, but his finger caught the waistband, and he mumbled, “No, keep them off.” I didn’t protest, just let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them.

We walked quietly back to my room, passing my brother's room where you could still hear music playing, and now the rhythmic sound included a feminine, stifled moan. I didn’t linger and kept straight to my room, Zaire right behind me, his hard, wet dick still poking through the fly of his boxers. 

Zaire closed the door behind us and locked it, which got me excited. Hopefully, he gives me another blow job. I picked up the bottle of lotion on my dresser and handed it to him. He popped the cap open, gave it a squeeze, and sniffed. “Unscented?” He asked. I nodded. “Good, I hate when it smells like flowers or somethin’ stupid.” He sat on the bed and spread his legs, gently grabbing my wrist and pulling me down to my knees, where I put him right back into my mouth. “Shiiiit,” he moaned, then put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me down deeper and deeper with the next few bobs until I was choking on it, and he let me up for air.

I was feeling a little more confident and put my hands on his spread thighs, pulling myself down deeper on him. That’s when I felt him shift his weight, and he pumped some of the lotion into his hand, and his slippery fingers found their way down to my hole. It was cold, and I puckered, but his middle finger pushed in anyway, and I groaned on his cock.

“Oh yeah, nice and tight,” he mumbled, as his free hand pulled my head down more, and I got a throat full of cock.

His finger in my hole was such a weird feeling. I only got the tip of my finger in earlier, but his was buried and wiggling around like he was searching for something. It was kinda gross to think about, but it also seemed to turn him on, so I just went with it and kept sucking his dick. After another few minutes, he added a second finger, and I groaned on his cock, feeling stretched in a way I had never given any thought to. He just kept wiggling his fingers inside me, moaning, “Oh fuck yeah,” and pulling at my hole like it would stretch or something.

I continued to bob on his cock for a few minutes, but when he added a third finger, I groaned and had to pull off. I couldn’t focus, and he didn’t seem to be trying to cum, so I just gave him a few strokes and hissed when he dug his three fingers deep, and I felt my hole stretch around his spread knuckles. “Ahhh…shit,” I grunted.

He massaged the back of my neck. “Never had anything up here?” He wiggled his fingers.

“Ungh…no,” I huffed, trying not to forget to stroke his dick as I slumped over his thighs with my arms.

“When was the last time you took a shit?” He asked with no hint of joking.

“Before I showered, ahhhh….before everyone came over,” I said.

He nodded, slowly pulling his fingers from my hole. “Get on the bed.”

I stood slowly, my legs feeling dead from squatting so long and trying to relax as he jammed his fingers into me. I lay flat on my back, my dick was still rock hard and sticking straight up. He got on the bed and started pushing me toward the wall.

“Roll onto your side,” he said.

I did what he said, and he reached for the lotion, pumping more into his hand, and then started stroking his dick. I guess he didn’t want me to suck him off anymore because he coated his cock with lotion and started pumping himself. He pumped more lotion into his hand and brought it to my hole, smearing it on the pucker and then fingering it into me with just the one finger. My heart started to race as he shifted, and I felt his dick sliding between my cheeks. It suddenly clicked what he was doing, but I had to be sure, “What umm…what are you doing?”

“Getting off,” he said matter-of-factly. Then he shifted again, his chest pressing to my back, his cock wedged in my crack, and he humped against me. The lotion made it easy for him to glide over my hole, and it was an instant new pleasure that made me let out a half-moan, half-sigh of relief. “You like that?” He asked.

“It’s cool,” I said, and he immediately did it again.

He humped against me for a few minutes, tucking his arm under my neck and across my chest so he could hold my back tight to him as he pumped his hips and started jerking me off. I was in a state of bliss. Each hump, he adjusted his angle so his tip would drag over my hole, and it felt awesome. Between him pumping my cock, his body heat radiating into me, and his tip pleasuring my crack, I was getting close to blowing my load, and I warned him so I didn’t cum all over my bed sheets. “I’m gonna shoot, man.”

“You’re a horny little bitch, huh?” He said and kept doing what he was doing.

I couldn’t hold back. I no longer cared where my balls fired off; this felt too good. I rocked my hips back to meet his thrusts and moaned. “Oh…shiiiit,” I gasped as my balls drew up tight and I fired off shot after shot of hot cum onto my bed, some of it splattered the wall.

“That’s it, get that nut,” he mumbled into my ear. His hot breath tickled my skin as I trembled in his arms and twitched out the last of my cum under the grip of his fist.

“That felt…so good,” I huffed.

“Good,” he squeezed my dick, pulling the last drops of cum out and wiping it off with his fingers. Then he smeared it on his cock and rolled me onto my stomach completely, sliding himself onto me and angling his cock so his tip landed right on my pucker. His weight started pushing hard on my hole.

“Ahhh…ngh…what are you doing?” I asked, feeling serious discomfort as he continued to push.

“It’s my turn,” he said, and gave a little shove of his hips, his cock head popped into my virgin hole.

“Ahhhh….fuuuuuuck!” I wanted to scream, but it came out in a choked whisper, and his hand found my mouth to keep me even quieter.

“Bruh, just relax. I’m so fuckin’ horny, it’ll only take a minute,” he pushed deeper into me. The pain was excruciating as each inch of his third leg pushed into my tight pucker.

“Shit…it hurts,” I mumbled into his hand.

He shifted his weight and rocked more of his cock into my hole. “You just gotta relax, homie, let me get my nut, too.” He pushed deeper. I could barely breathe. I was just trying to keep quiet. I didn’t want my brother to hear me and come running in here to find me with a dick in my ass. I don’t want people thinking I’m a queer or something. “That’s it, let me in,” he mumbled in my ear, holding me tighter and sinking another inch in before rolling his hips and pulling half of himself out of me. The relief was brief before his cock pushed back in twice as hard and fast as the last time.

“Oh…fuuuuck,” I grunted into his palm.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He started pumping into me. “This is what you wanted, right?” He was giving me slow, deep, long thrusts. I felt his entire cock pushing all the way in and pulling almost all the way back out. His knees were digging into the mattress around my thighs for leverage as he pumped into me. “You like it, don’t you?”

“Ungh…it’s…ahhh, uncomfortable,” was all I could think to say. It hurt like hell, but it also…I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. I’ve never felt so full or desired by someone, and each new thrust feels a little better than the last. He adjusted his legs around me, and his thrusting became shorter, only half of his dick pumping in and out now. His head was almost massaging my insides, and it made me moan. It was so intense, I both wanted it to end quickly and never end at all.

“That’s it, enjoy it, Campbell,” he mumbled into my ear as he picked up the pace. Holding me tighter with each thrust. “Bruh…you feel so good. I knew you wanted it, I knew you wanted this dick,” he whispered. Hitting a spot deep inside me that was like a pleasure button. I just moaned in pleasure into his hand. Grunting with each push into my hole. His breathing got heavy, “Your ass feels so good, I’m about to nut.” 

The relief of knowing I made it this far, not giving him blue balls, giving him enough pleasure to cum, it just added to my own pleasure. I could feel my already hard dick grinding into the mattress as he fucked me, and I wanted more. I clenched my ass around his cock as I pushed mine into the bed, getting even more pleasure out of his thrusting.

“Oh….fuck, I can't...I'm gonna nut,” he mumbled, punctuating each word with a hard, deep thrust. Clearly hitting that point of no return as he stiffened, his entire body going rigid with the exception of his cock, twitching inside me. “Fuuuuuuuck,” he grunted, and I felt him unloading inside me. My insides no longer burning, but soothed by his cum.

He thrust a few more times, nice and slow, before collapsing on my back and panting in my ear. “Shit…Campbell…” he huffed. “That was some good ass,” he chuckled in my ear. Then he swallowed and slowly pulled out as he rolled off of me.

I reached back to my hole, feeling the wetness. “Am I bleeding?” I had a little bit of panic.

He let out a deep breath, “Nah, that’s just my nut.”

Remembering how much he shot in my mouth the other day, I could only imagine how much was inside me. It was gross and hot at the same time. As I smeared it between my fingers, I started to get concerned about all the stuff we learned in health class. “Should we have done that?”

He chuckled, “What? You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah…but, I mean, shouldn’t we have used a condom or something?”

He chuckled, “Nah, you ain’t gotta worry about me.” He lay there taking a few more deep breaths before sitting up and finding a t-shirt on the floor to wipe his dick off.

I watched as he got up, pulled on his boxers, and tossed me the t-shirt to clean myself up with.

“You good?” He asked.

I nodded, unsure of anything that had happened in the last few days, but 100% sure I liked what we just did.