Good Genetics

Everyone is 18.

Growing up only a year apart, Brandan and I shared pretty much everything, including clothes, food, and personal space. The bathroom was no exception, and I never really got private time in there. I would be getting in the shower and he would come in to pee or brush his teeth. Lucky for me though, I enjoyed seeing as much of him as I could. When he was in the shower I would often find an excuse to need to be in there, hoping to catch another glimpse of his nice ass and his cock. If I was lucky I’d see him hard. I rarely saw a dick as nice as his. It was perfect and symmetrical, and the size you see in porn. I’m sure he noticed that I enjoyed looking when he would get undressed before taking a shower as well. Every time he walked by my door to the bathroom with a morning wood, it felt like Christmas.

When he moved to Nova Scotia, it was a bit hard to take. I missed his advice and his friendly tone, and his sexy body around the house. He was my role model and my jerk off material. Over the years, I fapped more times thinking about being on my knees in front of him than I did to actual porn. When Mom and Dad popped into my room one day and said I was old enough to finally travel to visit him alone on a train, it felt like Christmas. I was so excited. They let me book the ticket immediately on their credit card, leaving the next day, and I packed my bag.

After a long ride, I dragged my bag off the train and onto the platform, and I headed into the station and looked around frantically. When I finally saw his tall, dirty blonde head above the crowd, I melted a bit. I felt like a puppy wagging its tail. There he was, and he was perfect. I smiled giddily as I made my way toward him.

“Jordan!” He yelled when he saw me. His face lit up, and his smile matched mine in excitement. I waddled over to him in my big winter coat, dragging my suitcase behind me, which had a broken wheel. When I reached him I dropped my bag and gave him a big bear hug. Our oversized coats fit together snugly as I wrapped my arms around his torso and dug my head into his chest. He was always taller than me, and it felt right.

“Let’s get back to my place—we can order in food.” He said, and I grabbed my bag and walked alongside him to his car. I had so many questions for him. Even though we texted all the time, there was so much that came to mind once I saw him in person. I wanted to know every detail about what college was like, how he liked his apartment, and what he did for fun. I asked too many questions in a row and he didn’t know how to answer it all, but he chuckled and tried his best.

When we got to his apartment, we walked inside and were greeted by the warm air on our faces. We took off our coats and shoes, but Brandan surprised me by continuing on with his shirt, pants and finally his underwear. He bent over to drop his sweaty boxer briefs to his feet, and I saw his pink hole surrounded by a patch of dark blonde hair. My eyes zeroed in on his hole, and then his muscular and bouncy looking ass cheeks. He turned around to look at me, and his long, floppy cock dangled and swayed as he turned, making my stomach do a backflip.

“You can get comfortable, buddy,” he said casually, “the roomies should be gone all weekend.”

“I have a boner,” I blurted out before realizing what I was saying. My face turned red.

“Oh,” he said, and I felt like I was going to throw up, but then he quickly continued, “Well if you wanna jerk off you can do it on the couch. Mi casa es su casa bro.”

The feeling in my stomach changed from fear to warmth, and my lips curled as he smiled back at me sweetly. My currently naked lifelong role model was inviting me to be a cool older guy.

“I will if you join me,” I said, suddenly feeling ballsy.

He smirked and considered me for a moment, then said, “I’ve got the perfect playlist for us.” And walked over to plop his hairy, bare ass on the couch. I could see he was already getting some blood flow to his cock as he searched for the porn to cast to the TV. I stood next to him and began to undress, facing the TV. He glanced up when I pulled off my shirt.

“Damn, man. The sports are paying off for you bro. You’re getting sick abs.” He said, making me look down to see his cock getting longer and thicker against his thigh.

“Thanks,” I said, “but nothing like you, check out your pecs!”

I reached down and squeezed his titty, making him laugh. He started to make them bounce.

“Yeah these are my mommy milkers.”

For some reason, that made me crack up harder than anything in my life. My stomach tightened as I fell onto the couch and laid my head on his chest. He laughed along with me, and then suddenly the porn was loaded. The first shot was a nice looking college guy with a big cock walking up to some girl. He had a tight body and a big dick, and honestly looked like Brandan. As they started getting into fucking, I pulled down my pants and kicked them away, letting my boner stick out into the air. Now I sat as naked as Brandan was, and I was close enough to him to feel his body heat. He looked down at my cock, then back at his own.

“Good genetics.” He said, referring to our similar, large cocks, although his was an inch longer and a good amount fatter.

He focused on the screen as he started stroking his cock, coaxing it to full length. Soon he was producing precum and making squishy squirty sounds. I was sitting there rock hard, rubbing around my taint and balls, waiting to touch my cock for fear of cumming right away. I was pretty openly just staring at Brandan the entire time. He continued to stare at the screen, and started releasing some dirty talk to himself. Apparently he got off to domination, as he made strained faces and mumbled things like, “yeah you’re my bitch,” “choke on my fucking cock,” “I’ll fuck you in the ass,” “you’re gonna take all my fucking cum,” and, the hottest of them all, “you’re done when I say you’re done, bitch.” I was stunned to hear him make such aggressive comments while jerking to the porn, and my cock was about to cum all on its own. My hand traveled lower from my balls to my taint, and rubbed that part of the erection that you can feel down there, before traveling further south and playing with my hole.

He paused his furious stroking, apparently ready to edge for a bit, and saw me rubbing my hole. I started to get the idea that he could tell what was going on with me, since I was having trouble hiding that I was looking at him more than anything else.

He looked at me and said, “I haven’t gotten any in a while man. Like over two weeks.”

“Damn,” I said, not mentioning the obvious fact that I was a total virgin.

“I’d give anything for a blowjob,” he said, eyes still on me.

“Who’s your go-to slampiece?” I asked, enjoying picturing him fucking some lucky girl and getting his rocks off. He looked at me like he was confused.

“This is a boys weekend, bro.” He said, then put his hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me down to his crotch.

Before I even realized what was happening, I was stunned by the aroma coming from his balls. It was the scent I had always smelled on his dirty laundry, but now it was warm and filled my lungs. I took a big whiff before I even registered the taboo nature of what he was asking me to do. I implicitly trusted him, and knew that I was safe with whatever he suggested me to do. If he wanted a blowjob, then nothing would make me happier to do.

I stuck out my tongue and began caressing his balls and the base of his cock. He kept his hand on my head and pushed me harder, apparently enjoying the warm sensation of my mouth on him. He pulled me up to his cock and pressed my mouth against the head, until I sucked it in and began slurping him, and bobbing up and down.

"Oh god," he said after just a few seconds in my mouth, "stop I'm gonna cum."

Taking the boost to my ego, I doubled down on his cock and grabbed it with my hand to jerk him off while keeping the head in my mouth.

"Bro, it'll get in your mouth!" He said sternly.

"Mmmhmm" I mumbled around his cock, and continued stroking and sucking until he started to pulse.

He groaned fiercely, and I held the head of his cock inside as it began squirting and dribbling and spraying his load into my mouth. It was as unpredictable as my own ejaculations, but tasted much better. I stroked and milked his cock until he was done. I kept his dick inside my mouth as he melted back into the couch, and started stroking my hair. No words needed to be shared. We were happy in this moment, and finally breaking the tension that had been in the air since before he moved out. He never really got soft in my mouth like I expected, so I kept him inside, and kept slobbering and sucking until he was lightly thrusting into my mouth, and keeping a hand on my head.

He reached over to grope my ass, and said, "You ever put anything in this?"