He was pretty surprised when I went over to talk to him, since when he flashed his dick at me he wasn’t being very nice, it was rather rude. He had seen me staring at him several times before, but as soon as I saw him look in my direction I looked away fast. I knew who he was: a friend of my older brother who was 19. My brother had moved across the country to go to college, but this guy was living at home with his parents and going to Trinity University which was a few towns over from where we lived in Connecticut. He was REALLY hot: dark brown hair, big blue eyes, swimmers body, 5’8” and he would get tan in summer. My upstairs bedroom window looked out over the neighbors yard, and it was the perfect perch for me to watch him and beat off. He once looked up and saw me looking at him, and I was mortified. When he flashed me he quickly grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled down, exposing a soft pretty dick and big balls for a second before pulling them back up, he then looked at me and seemed to silently mouth the words “Suck It!”. He then laughed and resumed mowing the lawn. I was rock hard and shot off in my room, my cum hitting the bare wood floor with loud “SPLAT” sounds. Once I heard the lawnmower stop I went outside to talk to him, I was scared, but I was also the type to confront bullies. I figured if he wanted to fight, I’d fight and at least get some physical contact with him. And if he was cool maybe I could get into his pants, even if it meant it took some time. He smiled and laughed when he saw me walking towards him. He asked me if I was Erik’s younger brother. I said yes, then I asked him why he flashed me. He assumed I was angry, and he likely panicked thinking I would tell people, and since he was an adult and I was 15 he could get into trouble. He said he was just goofing on me, he didn’t mean anything by it, then he asked me to please not tell anyone. I said I wouldn’t as long as he agreed to smoke a joint with me. I knew he smoked weed with my brother. We went for a swim in my pool and then back up to my room. We smoked a joint of my weed, blowing the smoke out my window.
I gave him a “shotgun” with the joint, our mouths 2 inches apart. When he was exhaling I started gently fondling his balls. He choked and back up quickly, asking me what I was doing. I told him I wanted to suck it, and he looked shocked, but he didn’t leave. I told him no one would ever find out, I assumed him I didn’t want anyone to know I sucked dick. Because I was into playing sports no one thought I was gay, so I don’t think he was worried about being seen in the company of the local fag boy. He was just standing there in my room looking nervous. I pulled off my swim trunks and was now fully nude. He looked at my dick and started to smile. I jerked it and it was soon fully hard. He told me it was big. He stripped and his pretty dick was soft and hanging about 3 inches. I pushed him to sit on my bed, and went down on him like my life depended on it. My hands were on his balls, and I was licking his shaft, sucking the head, and deep throating him. He was a out 7 and a half inches and thick. I edged him a few times, and he was willing to play along. When blasted off I swallowed every last drop, he was shocked because assumed his warnings that he was gonna cum were ignored and I sped up and sucked harder. He wouldn’t kiss, although he did the times we got together after that. After that day I was blowing him almost daily, he’d even come over my house after my parents went to bed and I’d blow him in the basement or in the pool shed. He started blowing me after a while, it was clear he had never done it before, but I loved training him. He wouldn’t let me fuck him because he was afraid it would hurt too much, but he loved fucking me.