Brent

Brent and I had been classmates forever.  I knew he had a big dick, and had been in the locker room when he accidentally went hard, with plenty of others making comments, even though I didn't actually see him then.  It did increase my curiosity, but I didn't really think anyone suspected anything, even though I was at that age where every once in a while I might look long enough for someone to say something like "if you're that interested, you might as well suck it."  I had done some minor things, but my guess was nothing like plenty of others.  I was shy, at least sexually, and a bit awkward, as well as a bit overweight, even though everyone seemed to like me.

So it was with that backdrop that I ended up alone in the swimming pool dressing room as Brent came in, getting ready to leave the pool.  We struck up a conversation as he slowly undressed, stripping off entirely before starting to dry off, almost as if he wanted to let me look at him as long as I could.

Brent was tall, smooth, and decently built.  He was a bit of a loner, fairly quiet, and on the edge of the social scene.  His dick was honestly pretty amazing.  Soft, it had to be at least 8 inches, if not 9, and he had a beautiful set of balls framing it.  He played a bit with it as we kept talking, almost about nothing.  He had to see I was noticing, although I had no idea how to move anything along.

He eventually dressed, and although I had actually just come to swim, I headed out with him, as we continued talking about almost nothing.  I kept wondering if he was thinking about what I was thinking about, but there was no way I was going to just reach out and touch him, or even comment about how impressed I was, although I couldn't help but think that he knew.

So we headed out to our bikes, talking about what else there was to do on that lazy summer day, with him finally concluding he might as well go back swimming again.  I basically agreed, and there we were headed back to the dressing room again, with me talking to him as he undressed again, showing off his dick yet again, and pretty clearly making sure I had plenty of time to look, as he first took off his shoes, followed by his jeans and underwear, at the same time, then followed with his shirt, then his socks, both of the latter much slower than the former.  He also wasn't shy at flipping his long dick back and forth, even pulling the skin all the way back a couple of times, as he then slowly started to open his towel to get at his swimming suit.

A small stroke of bravery finally hit me, as I suddenly thought of something:  "You know, it might be fun to go over to the school and play on the mats, no?"  He smiled just a bit, as I told him about the little storage shed that housed the mats for pole vaulting, with a quiet semi-hidden door that not all that many seemed to know about.  He flipped his dick again, as well as his balls, and almost nonchalantly said why not, as he reversed course and started redressing.  "Sounds like it might be interesting."

We kept up the small talk as we rode our bikes the two blocks to the small storage shed, more or less hid our bikes in the weeds surrounding the door, and checked to see if we could still get access, with Brent fairly curious about the whole thing, since it wasn't really in his neighborhood, and since he wasn't really into school athletics all that much.

The door was locked, but a panel was loose, which allowed us to crawl inside.  There was a bit of a space between the door and the mats, which almost filled the shed.  He remained curious as we slid in, and jumped around a bit, eventually wrestling a bit as well.  I had already been shy long enough, so I had to reach out and at least grab his crotch a couple of times.  He clearly noticed, and the second time grabbed my hand and held it there.  "We didn't really just come here to jump on the mats, right?"

He caught me.  I went red, but I had to admit it was hard not to admire what a beautiful dick he had, as I squoze a little bit on his crotch.  He was already going hard, and smiled as he told me there was no need to be so damn shy:  "It's not like anyone is going to immediately sneak up on us here."

So I squoze a bit more, and he undid his belt: "The rest is yours."

I couldn't really stop now, so I undid his pants, finding he was rock hard before I even got to his dick.  It had to be over 10", very thick, already very wet, and with a lot of foreskin.  I couldn't help but comment on how impressive it was, as he again told me not to be shy, as he pushed my head closer down to it.  "Come on man.  It's all yours."

I had never done anything like this before, which I told him, as I stuck my tongue out and licked his leaking dickhead.  "Sweet.  This is so much better than just showing off for you in the dressing room.  Go deeper now."

And with that I put my mouth all the way over the head, as he pulled back the skin so I was sucking directly on his dickhead, which was leaking all over the place now.  He also took one of my hands and placed it on his balls, and in moments he started shooting cum, as I almost instinctively tugged on his huge balls.

I had no idea what to do, but as he pushed it in my mouth I couldn't help but swallow some.  "Damn, that's nice, man."  And that motivated me to keep going, taking my time until he shot a second time.  Somewhere in between there he put his hand inside my shirt and grabbed my right tit.  I was a bit overweight, which he seemed to love, as he squoze and told me to show my tit to him.  He kissed it, as I came in my pants, and gently rubbed his head.

"You know we're going to need to do this again, right?"