Summer Boy

Everyone is 18.

Last summer, I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see. It flipped my idea of normal and made me start questioning a few things about myself.

At the time, I was still kind of seeing this girl. We weren’t officially together anymore, but we hadn’t broken up either. We still hooked up sometimes, more out of habit than anything else. The spark was fading, but neither of us had said it out loud yet.

She once told me I had a “disarming” smile. It stuck with me, probably because I’d never thought of myself that way. I guess I looked pretty harmless. I had pale skin that never tanned much, dark curls that stayed messy no matter what I did, and a swimmer’s build from years of early-morning practices. I wasn’t the type to make a big deal about how I looked, but I noticed the way people responded to me.

That girl was the third one who told me I was the biggest she’d ever had. I didn’t know if they were being dramatic, but I’d seen enough porn to make a decent comparison. Back in high school, one drunken night led to some half-joking comparisons with a friend and my brother. Each time, I came out ahead by an inch or two in length, and even more in thickness. I’m just over eight and a half inches when I’m fully hard, and the girth is what usually gets mentioned. It’s about as thick as a water bottle. I never thought much about it until people started saying things. Even then, I didn’t take it too seriously.

Then came last summer. And something I saw that made everything feel different.

My girlfriend mentioned her younger brother sometimes, but I hadn’t met him yet. I had just seen glimpses of him on her socials. Short, slim, with a mop of curly hair and this half-smile in every photo, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be in the picture or not. She didn’t talk about him much, but he popped up on her Instagram here and there, usually in oversized hoodies or messing around with their dog. From what I gathered, he seemed like kind of a punk, actually. He only ever texted her to say something annoying. At least that’s how she saw it. She always rolled her eyes when he messaged her, saying he was being an idiot again. I didn’t know what to make of him, but figured he was just another moody teenager, even if he was eighteen.

Funny thing is, I’d actually had a sort of “experience” with him once before I even started dating her, even though we didn’t actually meet. When she mentioned that he had visited our college for a weekend prior to us dating, it clicked that I’d seen him at a party. He was younger, high school age (at least eighteen), and you could tell he was trying hard to impress every college girl in sight. I remember him hanging around this one hot girl and disappearing with her. When I saw her again later that night, I ended up hooking up with her as well. Afterward, she told me I reminded her of someone. When I pressed her, she grinned and said it was the kid from earlier. 

"You two have, like, similar builds... down there," she said, laughing. Then she told me she felt like she hit the jackpot. "Two big dicks in one night. I should buy a lottery ticket."

I laughed and called her a slut, but in a flirty, teasing way. We were lying in bed, still catching our breath, when she casually mentioned he had finished inside her too. I blinked and said, "You might’ve told me that before I went down on you!" She just giggled. 

So, yeah, anyway, I basically ate his cum on accident before I ever met him. 

Their family lived in a big-ish house just outside of town, with creaky steps and overgrown hedges that gave it an old, slightly forgotten feel. Her mom had a natural charm. She was warm, cheerful, and persuasive in a way that made you say yes without thinking twice. One afternoon, she asked if I could swing by and clean out the gutters.

It was hot out, the air wet and heavy. My girlfriend was away, working as a counselor at a summer camp for kids. I figured helping her family out would be a nice gesture, even if she and I were basically going to break up soon.

When I got there, her mom met me in the driveway with the ladder already out. "Thanks again for doing this," she said brightly, handing me a bottle of water. I smiled, said it was no problem, and got to work.

Maybe an hour in, she came back out to say she had to leave for a work thing. "Feel free to grab anything from the fridge," she added, "and let me know if Brandon gives you any trouble. He’s somewhere around." Then she laughed and drove off.

And just like that, I was alone in the house, sweat starting to bead on my forehead, the ladder creaking behind me. Well, technically, Brandon was there too, but I didn’t see him, so it felt like I was alone.

I climbed back up, hands gripping the sides of the ladder, the sun pressing down on the back of my neck. The gutters were filled with damp leaves and dirt, and I worked my way slowly along the edge of the roof, scooping and tossing handfuls onto the ground below. The occasional breeze offered a bit of relief, rustling the trees and breaking up the still heat.

From up there, the backyard looked quiet and overgrown. I could hear the hum of cicadas and the faint sound of a lawnmower somewhere in the distance. I glanced at the second-story windows, wondering vaguely which one was his. Probably still asleep, or glued to some game. I kept working, rhythmically, methodically, unaware of just how strange the rest of that day would turn out to be.

—[]—

When I first reached his window and peeked inside, I was frozen in place. There he was, her brother, completely lost in the moment. He was on his knees beside the bed, his longish curly hair damp with sweat, his body moving rhythmically as he bounced on a big, thick sex toy. It was like a dildo but shaped weird, like a tapered triangle. It looked too big for his little ass. The sight of him, so small and delicate, taking something so large, was mesmerizing. I could feel my cock stir in my shorts, the heat rising in my cheeks as I watched him.

He was only wearing socks, his smooth, pale skin glistening under the soft light of his room. His laptop was propped open on the bed, and I saw him watching some high-res porn of a gangbang. From my distance I couldn't even tell if it was a girl or guy taking all those dicks... it was just man-ass and cock. He was so into it, his eyes closed, his lips parted. I was surprised that I couldn’t look away.

I spied for a few minutes, nursing an uncomfortable erection in my own pants from the nerves of it. Watching him like this, so vulnerable and unrestrained, hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt a rush of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by horniness. I tried to pull myself together, to step down the ladder quietly, but I couldn't help one more glance at the dildo boy.

The sight of him, so lost in his own pleasure, was intoxicating. I watched as he shifted, his movements fluid and unselfconscious. His skin glistened with sweat, his breath coming in soft gasps that I could almost hear through the glass. The way he moved, so completely absorbed in what he was doing, made me feel like I was witnessing something private, something sacred. It was a thrill I hadn’t expected, and it made my heart race.

When he switched positions again, he turned slightly, and that’s when he saw me. His eyes widened in shock, and he froze for a moment. Then, in a flurry of movement, he dropped the fleshlight I hadn’t even noticed before. It slipped off of an enormous cock. It was bigger than my own, and I was stunned. I stared, unable to look away, my own erection twitching in my shorts. It was long and thick, with no curve, standing strong and angry looking. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

For a moment, we just stared at each other. He glanced down at the boner in my pants, clearly unable to be hidden. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and he quickly pulled a sheet over himself, but the image was burned into my mind. My own face felt hot, and I realized I was still gripping the ladder tightly, my knuckles white. I should’ve looked away, should’ve climbed down and pretended I hadn’t seen anything, but I couldn’t. The tension between us was palpable.

After a few moments of the weirdest eye contact of my life, I just climbed down the ladder, my legs feeling a little unsteady, and braced myself before walking into the house. The kitchen was cool compared to the stifling heat outside, and I grabbed a cold water from the fridge, gulping it down. My heart was still racing, my mind replaying what I’d just seen. I wasn’t sure what to do. Leave? Pretend it never happened? Just as I was debating, I heard footsteps on the stairs.

He came down, dressed in a pair of comfortable athletic shorts and a loose tank top. He didn't put on underwear, and I could see his half hard whale cock stuffed into his shorts. His curly blondeness was slightly damp and messy. There was a flush still on his cheeks, but he looked calmer now, more composed. We stood there for a moment, feeling the tension. Then he chuckled nervously, breaking the silence.

“So… gutters, huh?” he said, his voice light but shaky. I could tell he was trying to play it cool, but his eyes betrayed him. They kept darting to mine, searching for some kind of reaction.

I nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah. Your mom asked me to help out.”

He leaned against the counter, folding his arms loosely over his chest. “Well, you’re doing a bang-up job,” he said, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, like he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could push this.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to match his tone. “Thanks. I aim to please.”

He laughed softly, a little husky, and I felt my stomach twist. It was strange, this dynamic between us. Awkward and charged all at once. I could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface. He glanced at me again, his gaze lingering for a moment too long, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was.

“Well,” he said finally, pushing off the counter, “if you’re thirsty, there’s more in the fridge. Help yourself.”

I nodded, but as he turned to leave, I couldn’t help but catch the slight tremble in his hands, the way his breath held just a little too long. He paused at the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder, and for a split second, our eyes locked. There was something raw and unspoken in that look. Then he was gone, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding, wondering if or how much this was going to affect my life.

I texted his mom that I had to leave, but that I would be back the next day to finish the gutters. She said it was fine, and I slipped out, my mind buzzing. I couldn’t stop thinking about his giant cock. It was the only one I’d ever seen that made me feel inferior. Even the guys in porn didn’t compare. It was absurd, impossible almost. And what the fuck was he doing? He was definitely straight, right? I mean, I’d literally hooked up with the same girl as him before. The thought of her comparing us, of her laughing about it, teasing me for inadvertently eating his cum out of her made my stomach twist.

I jerked off in the car on the ride home, my hand moving furiously as I tried to think about a girl, any girl, but my brain continuously replayed the sight of him bouncing on that toy, his thick cock straining as he moaned. I came hard, breathless and spent, but it didn’t help. The image of him was burned into my brain, and I couldn’t shake it. I didn’t tell my girlfriend about what I'd seen. I didn’t tell anyone.

The next day, I came back to finish the gutters, my stomach in knots as I drove up to the house. When I walked inside, he was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts, again without underwear, showing off that bulge. He glanced up at me, a small, knowing smirk on his pink lips.

“Back for round two?” he asked, his voice light but with an edge of mischief. I felt my face flush, but I managed a shrug, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, just here for the gutters,” I said, though the way he looked at me made it clear he wasn’t buying it. He leaned back, stretching lazily, his smooth stomach contracting to show some defined abs. My eyes flicked down, and I could see the bulge in his shorts, already starting to swell. It was too much. I turned away, heading for the ladder, but I could feel his gaze on me the whole time. I was getting mentally toyed with by some eighteen-year-old high schooler with a huge cock.

The gutters took less time than I expected, and when I came back inside, he was still there, sprawled on the couch, with a huge, obvious, full erection tenting his shorts. He didn’t even look at me, just watched TV and pretended not to notice. I grabbed a water from the fridge, trying to calm my racing heart, but when I turned around, he was standing right behind me, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

My pulse spiked, and I knew something was happening.

He broke the silence. “How much did you see yesterday?”

I obviously knew what he was talking about. But I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it. His eyes searched mine. I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper as I admitted, “Everything.”

He looked at me, his eyes showed confidence, strengthened by my own obvious vulnerability, showing on my face.

—[]—

“If you don’t tell anyone…” he began, his voice determined, “I’ll suck your cock.”

Those words hit me like a bolt of lightning. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. My cock twitched, already half-hard, and he noticed, his eyes flicking down to the sweaty crotch of my pants. I nodded, unable to speak, and that was all the confirmation he needed. He reached out and took my hand. Without another word, he led me assertively toward his room.

When I first entered, I could instantly smell lube and teen sweat. He turned on some porn, and it was straight. A girl was blowing some gym rat stud. He turned down the volume and let it play softly in the background. He knelt in front of me, his longish curly hair somewhat messy. My heart was still pounding in my chest as I sat down, thoughts about whether this counted as cheating, and whether it even mattered.

He didn’t waste any time. He pulled down my sweaty pants, my hard cock springing free, already slick with pre-cum. He looked pleasantly surprised that I had enough meat to satisfy him. He looked up at me, his lips parted, and without a word, he leaned in. His tongue flicked out to taste the pre-cum on the tip of my cock. I groaned, my hands gripping the edges of his bed as he took me deeper, his mouth warm and wet.

He was incredible. The way his tongue swirled around my shaft, the way he sucked and licked, it was like he knew exactly what I needed. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, my hips starting to buck involuntarily. He took me deeper, his throat muscles contracting around me, and I could barely hold back.

When he finally pulled off, a string of saliva connecting his lips to my cock, I was breathless. “You’re way too good at this,” I managed to say.

He just smiled at me. "You want to do more?"

The way he presented himself next was almost too much to handle. On all fours, his smooth white ass in the air, he looked like a fucking dream. His ass was better than his sister’s, and his hairless pink hole made my mouth water. His giant cock and large balls were visible, and it only added to this weird taboo thing I had found myself in today. I walked over, my cock throbbing, and slid into him with ease. He was tight, but he had clearly used his super-dildo already today when he was home alone. The slickness from his throat juices on my pole made it an easy insertion, and I pushed in a little too fast. I could feel him tensing up, but when I tried to pull back, he stopped me.

“No,” he whispered. “Just keep going, I'm good.”

And that was all the encouragement I needed. I fucked him hard and fast, my hips slapping against his ass, the sound echoing through the room. He moaned, and his hands clutched at the sheets.

I gripped his hips and drove into him, his tight ass clenching around my cock as I fucked him hard in doggy. His moans grew louder, more desperate, and I couldn’t help but push him onto his stomach, pinning him down for a prone bone. My hands found his throat, squeezing lightly, and he gasped, his voice shaky when he whispered through a hoarse, choked voice that he liked it. My arms started to ache, so I pulled him into a cuddle, my body pressed against his as we moved together, slow and intimate.

Then I spotted the dildo on the floor. I reached for it, and without warning, I shoved it into his mouth. He gagged at first, but then he took it like he’d been waiting for this all along. I alternated, thrusting the dildo into his mouth while I fucked him with my cock, his body writhing beneath me. Pre-cum leaked from him, leaving sticky streaks across the sheets as I switched between his ass and mouth, testing his limits. I made him kneel, his head tilted back as I fucked his throat deep and fast. He was a total freak, and it drove me wild.

I was doing him doggy style again and feeling up his perky ass when I was ready to cum. I told him, and he just nodded. “Cum inside me.”

And I did. I poured everything I had into him, my sweaty body turning red with the intensity of it. He jerked himself furiously and came a few seconds later, his cum splattering across the bed, and we both collapsed.
Afterward, we lay there, catching our breath, and he confessed how he’d seduced me, how he could read on my face that I was into it when I caught him.

"Didn't you hook up with a girl when you visited our campus?"

“I’m bi,” he said.

"Wanna know something crazy?" I asked, my face suddenly feeling hot again with my impending confession.

"Ok."

"I fucked that girl later the same night, and she told me afterward that I ate your cum out of her."

His eyes widened, and then he grinned. It was fucked up, but it was awesome now.

"Couldn't you taste it??" He asked, laughing hysterically.

"I mean, it's pussy, it already tastes weird. How would I know??" He slapped his knee from laughing so hard. After a pause, he grabbed my dick casually and played with it, stroking the full length and feeling its weight.

“I only get with guys when they have big dicks,” he said, keeping his eyes on my package.

"So there's other guys?"

"Yeah dude, and you know some of them."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Guess you've converted a few of us to your cause."

"Yeah," he paused, and looked me in the eye, "maybe you could gimme my fantasy and use me together next time." For some reason, my face got hot, and I started to get hard again.