Peter's Punk Part 1

The day Peter moved in next door, I had some reserved feelings. He had one of those looks, almost an attitude like he was better than everyone else. He was just a year or two older then me, but he appeared to live alone, and I was still living with my parents. 

I didn’t see him much at first, he kept strange hours. I figured he must work at night, but we hadn’t said more then a few words too each other. I was out in the yard when afternoon when Peter came up. He wanted me to help him put up a ceiling fan.

We stood on the same ladder, I held the fan up while he attached it to the ceiling box. It was tight space on the ladder, he was one step above me. His stomach and fly were pressed into the side of my ribs. I suddenly realized that the something hard I felt against me wasn’t his belt buckle. 

The dude had thrown wood and it was touching me! I didn’t know what to do. I felt kind of light headed and I just stayed still and held the fan up.
As we got off the ladder, I saw the bulge in his shorts and I knew for sure he was boned up. He flipped the switch and we both looked up as the ceiling fan turned. He flopped down on the couch and I heard the sound of a zipper.

“Excuse me dude, but I’m fucking boned up. I gotta real big cock, dude, it irritates it when I get all hard like this.” Peter explained.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to look, I knew dudes just didn’t look at other dude’s cocks. I couldn’t stop myself. I looked, and he really had his dick out! His fly was open and a big hard cock jutted out of it. I’d only seen my own erection and didn’t have anything to base size judgment on but I somehow knew his was huge. 

I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t. He had a hand wrapped around the shaft and the head of his cock rested against his other hand. I could feel my face burn and tingle but I kept looking. 
“You can touch it, if you wanna dude,” Peter offered. “I got enough to share.”

My mind said to run but my feet carried me next to him. As I sat down on the couch beside him, he lifted his hips and slipped his shorts off. He was naked now, holding that big powerful cock straight up. He displayed it proudly, long and thick and so hard. I’d never had a gay thought, never had an attraction to another guy, but suddenly, that big dicked stud seemed like the sexiest guy in the world. 

My hand shook as it moved, almost on its own towards that massive dick. I felt the heat from it before I actually touched it. He sighed as I touched it, he spread his legs wide and leaned back into the couch. 

“Use some spit dude, jerk me off, make me feel good, make me cum,” Peter said. 

I did what he said, at first I spit on my hand, and I stroked that fat cock. I had jerked myself plenty of times but this was so different. I had a dick, he had a big huge cock! It was twice as thick as mine, twice as long! It was hard and powerful, it throbbed in my hand!

I placed both hands around it and massaged it, as my spit lube began to dry, I bent my mouth over it and let my saliva drop down. I looked down at it, the incredible powerful organ. I stroked, moving my hands up and down. 
“Yeah, that feels good dude. Oh, yeah.” Peter moaned. “You can suck it if you wanna.”
That was a line I couldn’t cross, no straight guy would do that. What I was doing was just because I was curious. I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t suck a cock!
“No one will know.” Peter seemed to read my mind. “Just put your lips around the head. It wouldn’t really be sucking, not if you just put the head in your mouth.”
I looked down at it, so thick, so big. A clear drop of fluid leaked from the piss slit. It sparkled in the light of the new ceiling fan. Peter was right, it really wouldn’t be dick sucking. I was just curious, that was all. 

I opened my mouth as wide as I could. As I lowered down on his cock, the sides of it brushed my lips.
“Put your lips over your teeth, dude. It’s a dick not a piece of beef jerky!” Peter complained. “Yeah, that’s better. Try and suck more of it, take some more of it!”
Peter’s thick cock was too much dick for my mouth. My jaws were already tired of being opened wide enough to take it, every time the fat head touched my throat I gagged. I tried but couldn’t even take half of his rod, it was just too much cock for me to handle.

Suddenly, with no warning, Peter shot! It was like an explosion in my mouth. I hadn’t thought this far, I guess I assumed he would pull out before he nutted. I hadn’t liked the taste of his precum and this was even thicker and nastier. I didn’t swallow, it just filled my mouth and kept pumping. I tried to pull away but he grabbed my head and held me. He finished his orgasm, then let me loose. I ran to the kitchen sink, spitting and rinsing my mouth. 

I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I knew there would be no reciprocation. This had all been about Peter and his needs. He had used me, and I had willingly let myself be used for his cum dump. How could I face him again? How could I have done this? And why was my dick hard?

I stayed in the kitchen for a few minutes, thinking about escaping out the back door when Peter walked in. I didn’t want to face him, I didn’t want to look at him. He was still naked and I couldn’t help but look. Even though minutes earlier, he had just climaxed, that big cock was a bouncing rock hard piece of meat as he walked into the kitchen.
“Thanks dude, that took the edge off,” Peter said. He gripped his ball bag, “You lightened these a little.” He looked down at his cock proudly.

I couldn’t stop looking, that huge prick was as rock hard as it had been when I sucked it. It drew me in, it hypnotized me. 
“That was your first time, huh?” Peter asked, he wrapped his hand around his piece and pointed it at me. ”I’m kind of big for a first time, but you’ll get better.”
I felt almost bad, like I hadn’t done it good enough for him. I was confused. I couldn’t understand my own feelings, but the bottom line was my dick was hard also. I made the next move, I knelt in front of him and licked his balls. 

“Hey dude, I wanna show you something. Get up on the table on your back and let your head hang off the edge.” Peter told me. 
I didn’t hesitate, I got up on the small table, my legs dangled off one end, my head off the other. He shuffled me around a little and then guided that huge hot hard cock to my lips. As I opened my mouth, I remembered to place my lips over my teeth for him.

Inch after inch of that steel hard pipe entered my mouth, I gagged as it touched the back of my mouth. I couldn’t breath, I was choking. He was forcing his dick down into my throat! It was in my throat! I couldn’t breath!

He was now fucking my mouth, fucking that huge cock deep inside my throat! It hurt, it was uncomfortable, but I was learning to breath. And Peter was moaning, telling me how good it felt, how good I was making him feel.

I didn’t like my the way he was holding my head, it hurt to have that big cock fucking my throat, his balls were bouncing and slapping my forehead. But I stayed still, I let him use me, I only heard how good I was making him feel! I managed to breath as he fucked my face!

This time, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, he came, he nutted in my throat. He shot his load right into my throat. I didn’t have to taste it. My throat was a little sore, my jaws felt like they were worn out, but Peter had a grin on his face. 

“Damn, dude, now that was a head job. Hey, man, I got some business to take care of, so you take care, okay? Uh, we’ll hook up again.” Peter said.
He was dismissing me. He was done with me. Finished, completed. I left mad, I had made him cum twice, I had sucked his cock, he had fucked my face. And that was it. 
I didn’t see him again for a few days. I spent one day in shame, one day not believing I had done this act. The next day I wondered. I thought about him. I wondered if he was thinking about me. I felt miserable. Why had I done that with him? Why had I let him use me? And why did I miss him?

The third day, I started worrying. I knew he was at home. I peeked out the windows hoping to see him. Did he have a girl over there? Or another guy? A stupid guy like me that would worship and miss his big cock? 

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