Mitch

Giving a curious muscular teenager his first blow job

In 1992, I was teaching at a private school with a divorced woman who had three children. The oldest was a girl named Jenny, and the two boys were Mitch and Jimmy. All three of Rachel’s children went to the private school, and I developed a relationship not only with Rachel, but with her three children. Rachel had been divorced from the children’s dad for several years. She didn’t have much money and had no financial support from the dad. Her three children were great kids, but they were starving for a father figure. I was 22 years old at the time, and I enjoyed being a teacher and mentor to her three children, but I spent more time with the two boys doing things that dads did with their sons.

Over the years, I became very close to the two boys and became like an older brother to them in many ways. Mitch and Jimmy were two out-going boys and were very physical. They were rough and tough, and they began to be interested in lifting weights at a young age. I was very skinny at 22 years old, but I had always had an attraction for muscle ever since I was a young boy. My uncle was a bodybuilder, and I’d sit on his lap as a kid and feel his flexed biceps. I remember going into his weight room to stare at the bodybuilding posters that hung on the wall for his motivation. There was something very attractive about men with muscle that fascinated me although as a young kid, I didn’t know what that attraction was until I got older. As I grew older, I knew I was gay, and my sexual attraction was exclusively for masculine muscular men, but I kept my desires hidden very well. I didn’t want anyone to know or suspect that I yearned to be with another muscular man although I had never been with anyone at 22 years of age.

Over the years, I watched Mitch grow and transform his body from a boy to a 19 year old muscled stud. His bravery and eagerness to take on any physical challenge of strength came partly from his full-blooded Indian grandparents. The Cajun blood from his dad made him sexy, horny and full of vigor. Mitch and Jimmy were very competitive in many ways, although Jimmy looked up to Mitch as his mentor and protector. The thing that Jimmy looked up to the most about Mitch was his strength and how muscular his body had become. From the time Mitch became interested in building muscle, I’d visit him and Jimmy in the evenings after work. I’d be entertained by Jimmy bragging on Mitch’s incredible physique. Jimmy would ask Mitch to flex for me after telling me how much he curled or bench pressed that day. Jimmy was like Mitch’s manager so to speak. He’d help him lift and spot him to get those extra reps to reach his maximum potential. Mitch was also into trying things he saw in Jean Claude Van Damme and Rocky movies to be like them. He’d try doing splits, he’d practice doing leg kicks on a punching bag like Van Damme, and he continued to try and do push-ups in the handstand position. He’d even try to do one handed push-ups…..anything that would transform his body into what resembled a Greek god. From what I witnessed, he was well on his way. I had never met another 19 year old with a better body. Hell, I was 29 years old, and Mitch was 10 years younger than me, yet he was much tougher than I had ever been.

Mitch liked to compete with anyone physically, even if they were obviously bigger than he was. From a young age, he’d ask me to arm wrestle. Of course in his younger years, he couldn’t come close to beating me. He’d arm wrestle Jimmy and beat him, but Mitch wanted to move up the physical challenge ladder. If he couldn’t beat someone, he’d challenge everyone he thought he could beat, and then he’d make it his goal to do everything in his power to beat those whom he lost to over the years. I wanted to see Mitch grow into the unbeatable champion that he aspired to be. He had developed a chest that was chiseled and defined like a marine who did several hundred push-ups a day. His skin was an olive tan, his traps and shoulders had definition that drew attention to themselves, and his biceps were veiny and well developed for a teenager his size. Mitch definitely paid the price to have the body he had developed. Every night, Mitch would workout extremely hard while I was there. I didn’t know if he did it to impress me, or if he just loved the gains he was making. Maybe it was a combination of both. Every night, Jimmy would brag on Mitch and feel his flexed biceps and ask him to perform some exercise that he wasn’t able to do previously. Mitch had become that hot teenager that would turn heads everywhere he went.

As I said before, Mitch kept challenging me to arm wrestling, and I continued to beat him. Each time he’d challenge me, I could tell it was getting harder and harder to win. I knew one day he’d beat me, and there was nothing I was able to do about it. The idea he was working so hard to beat me, sort of turned me on. I actually wanted to have him beat me one day, but I wasn’t going to let him. He was going to earn it. Eventually our matches became a draw, and then he began to win regularly. I knew he had become stronger than me, but I continued to challenge him just to feel his strength, power and manliness. When he would beat me, he had such a studly, aggressive, masculine look in his eye, that it just about made my dick hard and my balls with would fill with cum. I helped Mitch set up an exercise with pullies and weights to make him stronger at arm wrestling. He had set his sights on beating other men he knew, and I wanted to help him accomplish his goal. I pushed him nightly to increase his strength. He did all sorts of exercises to improve his wrist muscles, forearms and bicep strength. Mitch was determined to beat everyone in his path, and soon he was beating other muscular strong men that were out of my league. That made him even more desirable.

Neither of the two boys knew I had a sexual attraction for muscle. They had no idea I had become very attracted to Mitch’s body. I’d go home after leaving their house, and I’d jerk off thinking about licking his muscular chest and nipples. I’d imagine him flexing and me feeling his biceps while licking the veins of his peaks. Sometimes I’d imagine he had beaten me arm wrestling and my punishment was to worship his biceps and confess that he was bigger and stronger than me. I only fantasized about that happening and never thought it would ever transpire, but what was I going to do? How could I continue to hide my intense sexual attraction for him? Not only was he the hottest muscle stud around, but he exuded testosterone. One thing I did to feed my intense attraction and need to touch his body was that I suggested that I oil his body like a competitive bodybuilder and take pictures of him flexing. He liked that idea because it made him feel attractive like a muscle model. He loved the attention Jimmy and I gave him. I offered to measure his flexed biceps, chest, waist, neck, shoulders, and legs. I told him that I’d keep a chart of his growth, just so that I could continue to feel and examine his body. It was the perfect reason to touch him. It worked out perfectly because I measured him every week, and it gave me images in my head to jerk off to when I got home.

He and Jimmy always talked about sex and fucking. You see, their dad would show them porn movies when he’d visit on weekends. I never witnessed it, but they’d both tell me the same story. Their dad would show them straight porn, and so they both were very horny boys from a very young age. The only thing that kept me wondering, was how big was his dick? Did both Jimmy and Mitch have big dicks? Did their dad also have a big dick? What did they all do together while watching porn? Did dad jerk off with his two sons?

I had a feeling that with as much testosterone that Mitch exuded, he probably had a pretty big dick. The way he walked with such confidence, the extreme energy to lift hard and heavy every night, his unfailing bravery to take on anyone who would challenge him no matter their size, all made me believe that he had a pretty big set of balls and dick. I never saw him naked other than when he was pre-puberty at 12 years old. At that age, he had a small normal size dick like any other 12 year-old. At 19, I could tell Mitch was raring to fuck. He and Jimmy told me everything. They confided all of their secrets with me because I was like their big brother, and I would never betray their trust. I was the only person who knew their dad showed them porn. I kept their secrets safe. Their secrets were actually a turn on to me because I wanted them to keep my secrets as well.

Over time, I continued to fantasize about licking Mitch’s chest and muscles as well as sucking his dick. I knew for a fact that neither Mitch nor Jimmy had ever had a blow job. They had never kissed a girl nor had they had any sexual contact with anyone…….not even each other. I knew that because they always talked about sex, that they were eager, anxious and raring to give their sperm to the first person they could fuck. They were just sheltered kids until now.

It was one Sunday afternoon that Mitch and Jimmy had come to my house. I had an extra bedroom that was empty with no furniture. I told Mitch that I was going to turn it into my wrestling room, and I was going to buy wrestling matts to put on the floor. It was another way that I could have full body contact with Mitch, and maybe……just maybe when he and I wrestled, my dick would get hard, and he’d feel it against his body or better yet, his dick would get hard. I didn’t know how he’d react if that happened, but I knew it was common among wrestlers. I could just chalk it up as being part of the sport. On the other hand, I’d welcome the idea of his dick getting hard while wrestling me. In fact, I was hoping it would, and if I saw he was hard, I would purposefully somehow make sure my body or dick rubbed against his accidentally. Over the years, besides arm wrestling, we’d playfully wrestle. Mitch would wrestle Jimmy, and I’d wrestle both of them. They’d try to double team me and pin me so that they could tickle or torment me. It started out when they were younger when I’d throw one of them on top of the other and pin both of them down together. Of course, over time, that changed, and I could barely handle one at a time. I would still wrestle Jimmy to make him feel like he was part of the plan, but I really wanted to wrestle Mitch most of all. Most of the time, Mitch only wore jeans and no shirt. He always looked pumped, and he had started to develop a few chest hair in the middle of his chest. There weren’t many, but to me, it was a small sign of him becoming a man. If he had chest hair, he was now a man, and was ready to breed someone. He also enjoyed bouncing his pecs every chance he had. It almost became a natural habit while standing. He’d just bounce one as though he was readjusting his chest.

One Sunday afternoon when both boys were hanging out at my house, we were watching a movie, and I’m not sure what we saw or heard on the movie that triggered the dialogue. I remember the conversation quickly turned to a guy sucking another guy’s dick. I remember I was standing to the side and a bit behind Mitch, and Jimmy was sitting on the sofa. Mitch made the comment, “I could never let another man suck my dick.” He said it very emphatically, and it was like a knife stabbing me in my heart. I was hoping that all the porn he had watched over the years had made him curious to experiment both with women as well as men. I wasn’t ready to hear him reject the very thing I fantasized about. Without thinking, I blurted out, “why not? I could let a man suck me. A mouth is a mouth, right?” When I said that, Mitch slowly turned to me, and the look on his face was etched in my memory. His mouth was partly open from shock because the idea that I would even allow another man to suck my dick meant that I had a possible attraction for men. Mitch, with disbelief said, “you could?” I again told him that if you had your eyes closed, and a mouth was sucking you, it probably felt the same from a man or woman. I even went as far as to tell him that if he thought about it, a man knows what feels good, so a man might even give a better blow job than a woman. Nothing else was said, and we quickly changed subjects. I was nervous after that short conversation because all the things I had fantasized about hinged on that conversation. How would they see me after knowing I’d allow a man to suck me? Would they tell anyone what I said? Would they think about what I said and reconsider? All those things went through my head, but I wasn’t going to keep talking about it now. I was nervous, yet hopeful something would change in their thinking.

Several months had passed since that conversation. We had never talked about the topic again. It was like we had never had the conversation. It was a Saturday night, and Mitch’s sister, mother and brother had gone out of town for the evening. Since Mitch was bored, the two of us decided to go bowling. Bowling was something I’d do with all three siblings occasionally. It was fairly inexpensive at the time, and it was clean innocent fun. None of them had ever bowled before, and I was just an average bowler, however I could easily beat all of them. I remind you, that the boys were very competitive, and if I didn’t know better, they’d compete at who could piss the farthest. We got to the bowling alley, and I paid for our lane. We both went our separate ways looking for a bowling ball that fit our hands. I was approaching our lane with my bowling ball in hand, and Mitch had already found his. Before I could put my ball down on the rack next to our lane, Mitch said to me, “how about the winner get a blow job?” I was as shocked as Mitch was when I told him that I’d let another man suck my dick. Even if he wasn’t serious, I was still blown away that he not only thought of it, but more so that he would let those words come out of his mouth. There was no way he was serious, so I just laughed and said sure. We bowled our usual three games, and not once did the thought ever enter into my head that if I won, he’d suck my dick. Afterall, if he wouldn’t let another man suck his dick, surely he wouldn’t even think about sucking one. There was no doubt in his head that I was going to win because our games were never even close in score. We had a good time laughing, joking and bowling as usual. We finished the games with me winning all three games, and then we got in the car and headed home. When we were together, whether it was driving in a car, in his shed, or whatever we did, Mitch was always talkative and joking about something or someone. Tonight something was different. All the way home, Mitch barely uttered a word. I thought it was odd and thought was it something I said that offended him? Was he feeling sick after he ate something? I tried talking and making conversation but he remained quiet for the most part. We drove 30 minutes back home, and when we got to his house, I went inside to use the restroom. I don’t remember exactly what time it was, but it was probably around 8 or 9 pm. His family wasn’t expected home until closer to midnight. After I used the restroom, I stood against the kitchen counter making conversation with him, as Mitch sat quietly at the kitchen table. He continued to be quiet, and then it dawned on me. Could Mitch have been serious about the bet we made? Nah……no way. But what else could it be? It had to be that. The more I thought about it, the more I noticed his quietness was more nervousness. He wasn’t going to remind me of the bet, but he was waiting for me to collect my debt. By now I was certain of it, and I knew he was quiet only because he knew he owed me a blow job. Had he really been fantasizing about sucking my dick? Had he fantasized about receiving one and moved on to what it was like to give one? If he was going to do anything with anyone, it would probably be me knowing that I wouldn’t tell anyone since his secrets were safe with me. I started to walk towards where Mitch was sitting, and I walked up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. I told him, “Mitch do you want a blow job?” It took everything in me to work up the courage to say those words because I had never said anything like that to anyone in my life. In fact, I had done just the opposite in trying to hide my desire for men in general. I wanted everyone to think I liked women because I didn’t want to be labeled as being gay. After I built up enough courage to ask him, he responded with, “but I lost.” There was never a thought or fantasy I ever had of Mitch sucking my dick. I had no interest in him or Jimmy ever sucking me. My attraction to men in general was for muscle, and Mitch had lots of what I liked. I began to massage his traps and shoulders, to relax him. I told him, “I don’t care who won or lost. I’ll suck you.” Immediately he said, “OK, but where?” I told him, “we could go into your bedroom and put on the fan.” It was mid-summer and his bedroom wasn’t very cool. He said, “ok” and immediately stood up and led the way into his bedroom that was adjacent to the kitchen. The room was dark, and the fan was on the floor. I turned on the box fan, and Mitch stood at the foot of his bed like a warrior ready for battle. I was salivating to finally have my unattainable dream come true. I had waited my whole life for this opportunity. I got on my knees and asked him to unzip his pants. He told me with authority, “no you unzip it” as he stood there with a broad stance, legs apart and arms at his side. With me on my knees, I unbuckled his jeans and started to unzip his pants. As I unzipped it, my hand could feel the large hard bulge hidden by his white briefs. I unzipped it all the way down, and his massive, hard throbbing meat was evident. Before I pulled down his briefs, I could see the outline of his thick manly dick. It was even bigger than I ever imagined. At least I was right that he had a big dick, but never in my life had I ever imagined it would be as thick as it was. It didn’t look very long, maybe an average 6 inches, but it was wider and thicker than any dick I had ever seen. I never even saw a dick that thick in pictures. I slowly pulled down his briefs to reveal the pulsating head over a virgin shaft that no one had ever seen. When his briefs were pulled all the way down, I wrapped my large hand around his dick, and with shortness of breath, I said, “oh my god. I figured you had a big dick, but DAMN!!!!” At this moment, Mitch was like a stallion ready to breed a mare. He wasn’t interested in small talk. He was ready for action. He told me with authority, “well, suck it.” With my hand wrapped around his shaft admiring it, I gently pulled it forward and leaned in towards his groin and put my tongue on the head. I licked up and down his thick veiny shaft as his dick throbbed and jerked from excitement. I moved my tongue up and down the shaft and head as he moaned with ecstasy. I couldn’t stand it anymore and I began to put the whole dick in my mouth. My goodness, what had I gotten myself into? His dick was so thick that my jaws immediately began to hurt. My fantasy of being the first person to suck his dick had come true. I just wasn’t ready for him to cum in my mouth just yet. I pulled my mouth off of his dick for a moment and asked him not to cum in my mouth. He agreed, and I continued to suck. I had to pull my mouth off his dick periodically to give my jaw a break and to let the pain subside. This boy had a man’s dick………probably bigger than most full-grown men. I wanted to do more than suck his dick, and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I did. I asked him to sit on the edge of the bed and lay back, but first I asked him to take off his shirt so that I could see his beautiful flat stomach and huge chest. He took off his shirt then put his bubble ass on the edge of the bed. He then laid his back on the bed with his feet hanging over the edge. I got between his legs and licked his big hairy teenage sack and continued to worship his dick with my mouth and tongue. Mitch was enjoying it immensely. His dick was leaking pre-cum, and it was the first time I had ever tasted another man’s juices. I wanted to taste what a muscle dick tasted like, especially a dick that size. As I sucked, I reminded myself that this is the guy who beat me arm wrestling, so he deserved my oral worship. I continued to suck, but then I moved my mouth up above his pubic hair and began to lick his navel all the while massaging his shaft slowly with my strong hand. His flat stomach tasted better than I ever imagined. I moved up his abs to his chest as I continued to stroke him. I asked if I could pull down my pants and he agreed. I quickly pulled down my pants and briefs in hopes that I’d be able to rub my hard dick against his. As I licked his abs, my goal was to taste his nipples and find every nerve ending that made him quiver with pleasure. I liked his nipples on both sides, switching and gently playing with one as I licked the other. I slowly and gradually got my dick against his, and what an amazing feeling that was. My emotions felt like they would explode. Wow, how good that felt to rub my dick against another man’s dick, especially Mitch’s. His dick was much bigger than mine, although I was 10 years older than he was. I didn’t care at this point because I wanted to fulfill my fantasy of rubbing my dick against his no matter what the size. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I possibly could because I wanted his first experience to be one that he’d never forget. I wanted him to never forget it, but I wanted him to want it again. After I sucked his nipples, chest and abs for a few minutes, I knew I needed to stick to what he wanted the most. I needed to stick to what he was most comfortable with doing since he had obviously fantasized about being sucked. I went back down to his dick and sucked up and down the shaft until I could tell he was getting close to shooting. My jaws were hurting, but it didn’t matter anymore. I wanted to make him cum, and not only cum, but I wanted to see the magnitude of his load. I rubbed my hand and mouth up and down his shaft faster and faster until he moaned intensely. He muttered that he was about to cum. When I could taste the precum turning into cum, I pulled my mouth off but continued to stroke his dick with my hand vigorously. He then shot a load that easily went to his chest and beyond. The cum kept spewing out as his body and his dick jerked with every orgasm. I knew my job was done and that he would never forget it. I knew that neither of us would ever forget it.

After his heavy breathing subsided, I got him a towel, and he cleaned up the flood of cum that came out of his full balls. We both pulled up our pants and walked back into the kitchen. Things were a bit awkward immediately after it was over. Now that his bull size balls were empty, and his dick wasn’t raging hard anymore, he began to feel guilt. He told me, “don’t you feel weird now that we did that?” I told him that it was a little weird but that I enjoyed it. I asked him if he liked it, and he told me that he did. I again commented on how big his dick was and that I had never seen a dick that size before. He asked me if I had ever sucked anyone else, and I told him that he was my first time.

I didn’t want to stay too much longer because I could tell Mitch was having a moment that he needed to regroup his thoughts and to assess what had just happened. I assured him that I liked it, and if we both liked it, then there was nothing wrong with it. All we did was help each other out until we got married. I reminded him that neither of us forced anyone to do what we did, and we were both of legal age. I said my goodbye and went home hoping that it wouldn’t be the end of a good relationship, and better yet that it wouldn’t be the last time I would suck him. Little did I know, there was more erotic times ahead.