Finally Breaking the Taboo and Sucking Matt’s Dick

Everyone is 18. This is fiction.

I lusted after Matt as long as I can remember, and had to endure his big, beautiful bulge walking around the house, taking mental images and jerking off obsessively when I got to my room or the bathroom. He was never ashamed of his athletic body, and he even walked around naked sometimes, brazenly coming into my room to borrow a charger after waking up with a morning wood or giving me a verbal message from Mom on his way back from the shower. And, I had to pretend not to be mesmerized by it. The truth was that I dreamed about him at night.

As often as I could get away with it, I would tell him that I was feeling lonely and wanted to sleep in his room with him. He was two years older than me, and he was always good to me, and never told Mom and Dad. When I’d sleep on his floor I’d jerk off every time, often twice. I’d finish into my sock and just discard it. When we sat on the couch with the family watching TV, I would always snuggle up closer to him. If I was lucky, I could feel his bulge against me. Even if it was just touching my elbow, it was like heaven getting to be close to him like that.

When he left for college, the house felt empty as hell. I found myself glancing at his door every time I passed it, sort of subconsciously hoping against all logic that he was in there and would come out any time. I texted him every day, but he was busy with new friends and learning and playing water polo. I pictured the team and what hijinx they would get up to in the college showers. If my own experience on high school water polo was any reference, they probably slapped a lot of ass and pushed the limits of fun to a new level. I imagined Matt had one of the bigger dicks on the team, and wasn’t afraid to show it off. He probably had a lot of sex too, and would brag to the guys about it while they soaped up their asses and dick slapped the freshmen.

When he came back for Thanksgiving break, however, it was like nothing had changed. Besides apparently getting a bit lazy with his facial hair, which Mom made him shave on his first day back, he was just Matt. I greeted him with a smile and a big hug, and he responded with a bro-ey half slap on my back.

On his first night back, he said he was jet lagged even though it was just a three hour flight, and disappeared into his room a bit early. I figured he was just going in there to jerk off, based on the evidence of his numerous cum rags I’d seen over the years. He stretched his muscular arms, yawned, rubbed his recently more bulbous chest and walked his bubbly, athletic ass into his room, shutting the door behind him.

A couple hours later, I was alone in my room and couldn’t suppress the urge to hang out some more with Matt. I approached his room, turned the knob without knocking, which was always the norm for us, and walked into his room to see if he was up. To my delight, he had not lost the habit of accidentally falling asleep with his dick out. It looked like he had just jerked off and started snoozing before he even cleaned the cum off his lean, bulging, college man abs. It was a long and thick cock, reminding me what a real man looked like. He had done this for years, and, if I’m being honest with myself, I was sort of hoping this is what I would walk in on. 

Having been a number of minutes since he ejaculated, the cum was basically clear and sunken into his skin, leaving a shimmering reminder of his orgasm that apparently took all the energy out of him and put him to sleep. After the period of absence, and not seeing him since he left for college in September, I had lost all self control upon seeing him like this. I walked up to his bed, got down on my knees, and leaned forward with my tongue out. 

I tentatively licked the head of his cock, and got the biggest rush of adrenaline in my life. It was warm to the touch, and it emanated the smell of pure man. It moved on its own when I pressed it against my tongue. I felt like I was going to pass out, and seeing no reaction from him, I ventured further onto his abs to continue cleaning off his cum. It tasted better than my own. I started pawing at my dick over my thin pajama pants, and pressing it against my soft thighs. 

“What’re you doing?” He suddenly said in a sleepy voice, but he didn’t move.

I turned my head to him and froze. I was caught and ashamed, but I loved him so much, it was like I didn’t care what would happen. Maybe the casual nature of our close relationship meant that it would all be ok? I just waited for him to speak, not daring to say it myself.

“I always knew you were one of those gays,” he said lightly, as he flexed his chest and abs, and his dick hardened and rose off of his thigh. He relaxed his body again, a hint of a smile on his chiseled face.

Well that’s one way to put it, I thought to myself.

“Let’s see if you can shake another load out of me,” he said, then closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head, scooting his muscular ass down the bed in a relaxed position. 

I couldn’t move. I was astonished at what he was suggesting. Why didn’t I ever do this before if it was this easy? I was getting full reign over his body and all he wanted was to release “another load”.

“Go ahead,” he said after I hadn’t moved in a few seconds, “get your nut bro.”

My body acted independently as I enthusiastically dove down onto his now hard cock and pushed it into the back of my mouth. I had never felt more filled and satisfied. This was all I ever wanted. I breathed in through my nose and imbibed his perfect aroma, satisfying my obsession I had been enduring for so long. All the teasing and torment over the years had been worth it if I got just one taste of his majestic meat pole.

As I started doing what I’d seen on the internet, and bobbing my head up and down on his hog, the only words he spoke were a reminder to watch my teeth. After some time, he must’ve been really enjoying it because he couldn’t help himself from moving his body and lightly thrusting into my mouth. He muttered things like, “yeah”, and “cum slut” and “good”, sometimes an elongated, masculine and breathy “gooooood”. Was he going to call me a good boy?

He slowly moved a hand down from behind his head and rubbed my upper back, then my hair. He pushed my head down to encourage me to go deeper. When his cock hit the back of my throat I felt him throb, and I started to taste his yummy precum. I had tasted my own every night for years, so it was surreal to finally be tasting his. I felt like I had taken some club drug. I reached up to hold the base of his cock and try to force it down deeper inside myself, since I could tell he liked it. When I got it into my throat I felt a strange new sensation of being suffocated, completely plugged and unable to breathe. Soon I had my first gagging lurch, and I pulled off of him slightly, observing his shaft with my tongue and feeling all the slimy wet throat juice that had coated it. 

His hand showed a growing assertiveness as he dominantly pushed my head back down onto his thick shaft. My throat rejected the intrusion but his hand won the struggle, and he was quickly back inside me, stretching me out again from inside my throat, and pushing the limits of my body. When I needed to breathe, I pressed my hands against his body, but he didn’t let me up. When I retched onto him, and he still refused to let me up, I recognized a new satisfaction I’d never felt before. I was a fully realized sex toy for bro to get his nut. Even without touching myself, this was the epitome of sex for me. My dick was leaking in my pajamas and creating a broad, wet and sticky puddle on my crotch.  The taboo of the situation was insane, but felt natural and perfect.

Just before I felt like I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, and my arms resisting his forceful throat fucking became weak, he let me go. My body instinctively pulled away, and I looked up at Matt as I gulped down a large, necessary breath of air, which I released as a series of coughs and sputters. He looked back at me with a look of pure lust and horniness. He didn’t need me to feel good, he just needed me to be able to suck him some more. He was as dominant as I was submissive, and we were both freaks. That made me feel better than I ever had in my life. 

When I was still catching my breath, he grabbed my head with both hands, turned on his side, and started humping away at my face as I continued kneeling on the side of his bed. I braced my hands on his body as he held my head firmly and thrust in without concern for my throat or gag reflex. From here I could stabilize myself, and, somehow, him dominating me made me feel more free and happy than I had ever been in my life. This was the purpose of every boner I had ever had, to make it to this moment, and to please the college jock who grew up across the hall from me.

Without warning me, he held me down and starting pulsing in my mouth and throat. I braced and let him use me until he was done. After what felt like an entire minute, he pulled out and let me breathe again. I caught my breath as he lay back on his bed and collapsed. I guess his body simply passed out every time he had an orgasm. When I was sure he was done using my mouth, I stood up and pulled down the front of my pants.

“Nice, you got the family cock.” He said, gesturing to my own appendage which was also larger than average. 

I chuckled, and quickly rubbed the head of my cock to orgasm while staring at his body. I squirted my load into my hand and ate it while I continued to look at his abs and floppy cock, eliciting a chuckle from him. My voyeurism had reached its peak, and I had gotten everything I wanted. I pulled off my nasty, sweaty precum-filled pajama bottoms and was ready to walk out to the shower and clean myself off.

Just before he drifted back to sleep, with his cock still hanging out, he said, “You gotta come back with me to campus, dude. You’d definitely enjoy hanging out with my friends on water polo.”