Brock's First Cock

BROCK'S FIRST COCK

A Story by kreme_filled

Brock was sweating so hard he thought he might drown in it. He pulled his shirt up to his drenched face and attempted to wipe what sweat he could from it only to find that it was already drenched from the last time he tried to wipe his face five minutes ago.

I know it sounds like the geekiest thing ever, but drumline camp is a sweaty fucking nightmare. They give you a gym credit for playing for a reason.

Brock, a freshman in college, was new to it all and was not at all prepared for the amount of sweaty man stink he would experience at camp. Brock hadn't told anyone yet, but he was starting to think he might be bi? And the sight of bunches of guys either soaked in their own sweat or going without shirts altogether was enough to make him stir in his pants.

This whole messy homoerotic phase began last year when he suddenly began to notice the now mature bodies in the locker room. One boy in particular, Cameron, repeatedly caught Brock's eye. No one was ever fully naked in the locker room, just changing from their class clothes to their athletic shorts and cut-off shirts. Cameron however had two very distracting assets that Brock couldn't help but admire.

First was the trail of sandy brown hair running from just above his navel down into the waist of his boxer briefs, which contained the second asset which was the largest bulge Brock had ever witnessed.

There was a moment when Brock thought for sure Cameron had stuffed a pair of socks in his gym shorts but this theory was quickly snuffed by the appearance of a very distinct outline of the clearly cut head of his dick.

Brock's flat stomach was bordering on muscled, but didn't contain anything like the hair Cameron was sporting and as for his own dick, he was packing a proud seven inches last he measured and thought he passed for kind of thick... not that he really had much to compare it to besides pornstars. And Cameron.

Speaking of, Cameron had just slipped his sweaty shirt over his buzzed head and set down his snare near the bench to gulp down some water. He twisted at the waist, stretching his lean muscles still clearly defined even under his happy trail. His giant cock head swung around loose in his shorts.

Brock gasped under his breath and immediately felt his own dick begin to stiffen in his shorts. He hurried over to the bench on the opposite side of the football field and sat down, drinking his Powerade and taking deep breaths to settle his horny dick.

Brock's best friend, Kat, was suddenly next to him on the bench, a strained look on her face.

"My mom texted me and said my dad fell? I guess he's in the hospital..."

"Oh shit," Brock whispered, his eyes getting wide, his boner immediately gone.

"I gotta get to the hospital. Do you think Cameron would give me a ride?"

Brock stuttered. "I, uh—I dunno!" Cameron was one of the only members of the small drumline to have a car. Everyone else was picked up or lived close enough to the field that they could just walk back. "I'm sure if you told him how serious it was, he'd be all for it."

"Brock, would you come with me?" Kat asked, her voice small.

Brock hesitated. He really didn't want to sit in a car and inevitably get hard in Cameron's presence and then go straight to a hospital waiting room where he couldn't jerk off in peace. But Kat sounded so vulnerable, it hurt.

"Yeah, of course I will." Brock sighed and hugged her.

Kat held on for a moment. When she let go, she turned toward the opposite side of the field and called Cameron's name.

He hustled over, his dick bouncing in his shorts the whole way there. Brock almost drooled at his weighty package. He had to be going commando. Brock swallowed.

"Kat, whats up?" Cameron immediately knew something was wrong by the look on her face. "What's wrong?"

"My dad's in the hospital, do you think you could give me a ride?" Kat said in one breath.

Cameron didn't hesitate. "Of course, let's go." He grabbed his keys out of the gym bag he was carrying and started walking quickly toward the parking lot. Kat and Brock followed.

Once in the car, which was small and old, but smelled like the most delicious cologne, Cameron instinctively turned on his music then immediately reread the situation and turned it down extremely low.

"Kat, is there anything we can do?" Cameron asked.

Brock was impressed. He didn't realize Cameron was the empathetic type.

"No, seriously guys, you hearing me out and the ride are enough... You all should just go home after you drop me off. I really don't want to have to sit there in the waiting room and not know what to say to you, honestly..."

Now Brock was impressed with her vulnerability. Cameron looked as if he felt similarly. The car grew quiet until they reached the hospital and Kat hopped out of the passenger side door with a "thanks", leaving it open as she rushed to hospital doors so Brock could leave the backseat and join Cameron up front...

Cameron kept the car in park. Both he and Brock sighed.

"Hey man, do you wanna take a cruise? I need to kinda chill out after that. Kat's mood was so heavy."

Brock didn't really know what to say but heard himself saying, "Yeah, me too, absolutely."

Brock couldn't help but glance over as Cameron turned up the music, backed up his seat and spread his legs which were dusted in the same hair from his happy trail, all the way up to where his thighs disappeared inside his black shorts. Cameron put the car in drive and they left the hospital parking lot.

Brock and Cameron had never really hung out before. They were in all the same music activities at school and were both in percussion so they saw a lot of each other, but never really took the time to talk much.

Cameron's taste in music was Top 40, which wasn't exactly Brock's genre but he honestly wasn't really taking in the music. He was instead casually taking in Cameron's still shirtless body under his seat belt, his slightly muscled arms taut and bulging slightly as his hands gripped the wheel.

It was getting dark by now and they had been taking the normal cruise lap of the other hometown teenagers repeatedly for about an hour, so they decided to pull into the back parking lot of a local park. They talked about how sad they were for Kat and her dad and hoped he would be okay at first, but it began to just feel depressing, so then they changed the topic to other things.

Their favorite artists, their mutual hatred for country music, their favorite pieces they'd played. Then about how neither of them started off in percussion when they took lessons in middle school. Then middle school and how much it sucked in general.

They were chuckling over an old teacher they had and used to love making fun of when Cameron sighed loudly, then made an attempt to catch his breath and change his tone to serious.

"But really though, I can't even imagine how bad middle school must have been for you being..."

Brock froze, his mouth slightly agape. Cameron didn't finish the sentence. Brock cleared his throat. "Being what?"

Cameron got caught on his words for a second then said. "I mean, I know you weren't out then but I know you got teased for it a lot..."

Oh my god. He thought Brock was gay. Like openly. Like Cameron thought everyone knew. People have been saying he was gay. Since middle school apparently.

Brock put up a wall.

"What the fuck? I'm not gay."

Cameron's jaw dropped. "Fuck. Dude, I'm sorry. Shit. I thought it was legit because people talked about it so casually... I mean... Shit, I'm sorry."

"Why did you think I was?" Brock's voice was steady, but laced with curiosity he couldn't cover up.

"Like I said, people talk!"

Brock stared at him, he didn't know what to say. He felt caught.

"Look..." Cameron's voice was gentle and understanding. Much like he was talking to Kat earlier. "Are you sure you're not? It's really no big deal if you are. No one's gonna care."

"I don't know about no one." Oh shit. Had Brock just kind of admitted he was gay? Or bi or whatever?

"Well, I don't care." Cameron was firm.

"You don't?"

"I don't."

"Cool."

Then it got quiet, neither of them looked at each other.

"So you are, then...? Gay, I mean?" Cameron asked smoothly, breaking the silence.

"I don't know. I haven't had the chance to sleep with any guys," Brock spewed with a laugh at the end before the horror of what he had just said settled in.

"But you think about it?"

Brock's horror turned to something more sickly sweet in his stomach. He felt a sudden change in the air inside the car. It started to feel very hot, like Cameron had cranked up the head and then he realized he was achingly horny.

His dick started growing in his shorts. He tried to position his left leg so that Cameron couldn't see his consistently inflating bulge.

But when Brock took another inevitable glance down Cameron's muscled torso, to that happy trail, and further down... he realized Cameron's thick dick outline had grown even thicker and longer than before. His mouth began to water again.

"Um, yeah..." Brock said with a hint of shame. He swallowed and found himself subtly checking out those assets. That happy trail to that fat dick that continued to grow inside his shorts. And back to the happy trail then to the fat dick.

"When do you think you're gonna be ready to actually try it?"

"I don't know..." Brock nearly whispered. The ache continued and he got a little daring. He lowered his left leg so his boner, which was nearly fully hard by now, was clearly visible to Cameron. He watched Cameron's eyes flicker to his cock before he said it.

"Wanna try with me?"

Brock thought he was going to pass out. Cameron's dick was so thick and hard against his athletic shorts by now. It was snaking down his right thigh, the outline of the fat head only inches from the bottom hem. Cameron then reached down, wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, and adjusted it in his shorts so that the fleshy huge stuck out of the top of the visible waistband of his boxer briefs. Fuck he was huge.

"Try what?" Cameron asked but he didn't know why the fuck he'd ask any questions when he could just hop up and...

"Suck my dick," Cameron said matter of factly, a little smirk on his face.

Brock realized, he had to do it.

"Okay," he said.

Without a pause, he reached down and Cameron pulled the lever under the seat to slide it as far back as it would go. Then in one motion, hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his underwear and shorts and slid them down his hairy thighs, releasing his meaty cock.

Cameron's dick, always elusive under the fabric of those damn boxer briefs in the locker room was now on full display for Brock's hungry eyes. He didn't know cocks could even look like this. It was certainly the biggest he had seen in person, and maybe even in porn. Probably at least nine inches. And it was thick. Brock wouldn't be surprised if he couldn't fit his hands around it, which were by no means small. Again, fuck he was huge.

There was an extremely pregnant pause before Brock halfway climbed over the dash and took the beautiful cockhead into his mouth.

It was the first cock he had ever sucked and it was delicious. The first time he ran his tongue in a circle around the tip and tasted the precum on Cameron's slit, he knew he was a cocksucker for life. And if he was lucky, this wouldn't be the only time this particular cock would be in his mouth.

Brock's own seven-inch cock was now straining so hard against his shorts that there was a full tent in his lap. A small but growing spot of pre-cum topped the distinct head.

Brock began drooling down Cameron's dick shaft as he slurped on the giant head. He snuck a peek up at Cameron's face. His eyes were open, which Brock didn't expect but his face was passive.

As Brock continued drooling though, he was able to take more and more of Cameron's member. At this point, Cameron's breathing began to get faster and that sexy smirk returned to his face as he let out low and deep moans between every few quickening breaths.

Brock took this as incentive and began sucking just a little harder and taking his cock just a little bit deeper into his mouth. He continued this pattern, going a little deeper, sucking a little harder, until he almost reached the base of Cameron's shaft. He could feel his cockhead at the back of his throat. He was deepthroating him. Cameron's breathing responded and Brock moaned around Cameron's fat cock as it filled up his cheeks and slid along his tongue as he slurped back to the tip.

Brock got so excited he forgot to breath and had to pull off Cameron's dick, drool clinging to the head and shaft. Both of the boys caught their breath.

"Can I say don't stop?" Cameron said breathily.

Taking a deep breath, Brock said, "I'm cool with that."

"Then, don't stop."

Brock did not.

END OF PART ONE