I'm a 50 year old man but this is memory is as clear in my mind as if it happened today. I was 11 years old and my brother was 17. Living on the Gulf of Mexico, you see a lot of storms but at that age, I was new to it, and frightened. I ended up in my brother's bed, seeking comfort, but received something far better.
I remember how, while holding me close, his hands could not be still. First my back, then arms, then back again, then that first time he touched my back right near my ass. Even at that age and with a total lack of experience I knew what was up. I moved to make it easier for his rough touch and tentatively placed my small hand first on his hairy stomach, then every so slightly lower toward his hard, young cock.
He never hesitated as he pushed my hand downward. I felt his hardness, his heat, his smooth cock hit my palm and instinctively my fingers tried to encircle him. I didn't know it at the time but his would be the standard for which I measured cocks for the remainder of my life. He was perfect. Large, even at 17, veined, cut. A beautiful piece of work.
I did my best to rub his cock and in no time at all he impatiently took my hand aside saying, "Jesus, don't you know how to jerkoff"? Then he showed me how a man does it.
My fingers wrapped around his length, determined to do it right. I stroked him timidly up and down, then with growing confidence as I could hear and see he liked it. So did I. My hand was born to this.
I loved the way he felt in my hands and remember wanting to see his cock better, to rreally get a good look at it so I moved my face closer to his cock. As I did, I heard him breathlessly say, "Yes, do it. Suck my dick." And with that he pushed my face right down to his cock, jamming his meat against my mouth, his hand in my hair. I had no choice but to open my mouth to breathe and when I did I found his cock right there. The heat, the smooth cock head, it was right there and I did the only thing I could do and I opened my soul to it.
I took his cock head in my mouth. Warm and slick. Fat, purple throbbing shaft. I took what I could, no where near his length but it was enough. He began to move his hips, shoving as much in as I could take and only stopping as he felt my gag reflex kick in.
For me, I remember closing my eyes and naturally knowing what to do. My little cock was straining at my undies but no one cared what I felt. I was hard but he was loving this and it made me happy.
It wasn't long at all before I felt his hot load gush into my mouth. I couldn't swallow but the first shot down my throat because I pulled away and off his cock in surprise. I had no idea this would happen. is load coated the top sheet and I expect our Mom would see it and just write it off to masturbation or a wet dream. She would never imagine for a second that her two good boys were hours earlier sharing cock in the very bed she was changing.
I sucked his big dick for several more years but that's another story.