When I was 14, I moved up to what our parents called the “penthouse”, the attic room. It was a great room for partying, and at 14 had started to do that for sure. I lived with my brother who was 20 at the time who worked night shifts. He had gone to a boys Catholic seminary for high school and later heard that there was quite a bit of molestation going on with the faculty and priests there. He came back and that’s when I moved up.
It was always hot in the summer as there was no air-conditioning, The price of having a great private room. So that’s when I I started to sleep naked, Which I still do to this day. My brother would come upstairs after work and thinking I was asleep would take his penthouse magazines out and start jerking off. He often walked around, naked with his nice cock swinging between his legs. He didn’t know it, or maybe he did, but I looked at that cock, wishing I could touch it, and suck it for him. I would watch him with one eye open, Watching him stroke his cock and listening to him moan as he would cum. One hot night he came up after the night shift and heard him start to come up the stairs. I threw the covers off so could see me, hoping he might look at me like I did him. he stopped after he got to the top of the stairs, and that was unusual for him. He would usually sit down roll a joint and start smoking. Usually. But he stopped and stood motionless. I could see him through my barely open eyes, and he was looking at me in all my naked glory. I was tall and thin at the time, so I guess if I were gay, I would’ve been a Twink. At that age my cock was 6 1/2” x 5 and swore he was staring at my now hardening cock. But I couldn’t tell. He stayed there for quite a while, but then he went about his business, smoked a joint and then got in his bed. He had also been drinking a few beers so I knew he had a buzz. He started playing with his cock and the way that we were positioned I could see him perfectly, but he Could not see me, or my face. I know he was looking at me because my cock was big and throbbing and he would look from the magazine to me and then back, it was then my secret dream looked like it might be coming true. He got up and walked over to the side of my bed and stood there. My eyes were barely open, little slits, but I could see his form, and his cock now, 3/4 erect hanging between his legs. He was about a foot from my face and started stroking his cock. My heart was pounding my cock as hard as it has ever been. He then did the unexpected and took his cock, Covered with pre-cum, and started slowly s rubbing his cock head against my closed mouth. He started to apply more pressure against my lips, and not to act, too, eager, moaned like I was asleep and open my mouth a little. I could taste his Pre-cum and with that I started to panic a little bit inside. What is this really happening? I didn’t know what to do. He was drunk, did he know I was awake? I know I wanted to wanted it, I had even intentionally set it up so he would see my cock but was also not sure. I decided to go for it, and moaned and open my mouth more. He started to slide his hard cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. He was slowly fucking my mouth, and I was both happy and scared. I kept my eyes closed the entire time. I was either pretty good at sucking cock or he was just really horny, but that first time didn’t last very long, probably five minutes. I never moved my head. , Allowing him to fuck my now Open mouth. I could feel the pre-cum dripping from my cock and it was in his full view, but I’m not sure he was looking at it at that point. He was in a rhythm and was starting to get close to climax. He got up on his toes and put it deeper into my mouth touching the back of my throat. It was really my first true blow job, but I never gagged, and he was at least as big as I was. He started moaning and could tell that he was close.I thought for some reason that he would pull out of my mouth, afraid to wake me, but he didn’t stop and for the first time I took a load of cum iin my mouth. I never even taste my own cum and although having done a few blow jobs with some friends, I never took a load. He came for a minute it seemed moaning and shuttering as he pumped his huge load into my open eager mouth. I don’t really remember much after that. At first, I wasn’t sure if I should swallow it and to be honest, I didn’t really want to. I was really surprised you went all the way. But spitting it out seems like it would show that I was awake, so I swallowed it, all of it. The load was bitter tasting and a big.load but I got it all down! I wish I could’ve looked at his face, wish that I could’ve held those balls in my hand as he let loose in my mouth. But to be honest, I was afraid. I knew he was drunk and knew he had a bad temper. I was worried that if I woke up from my pretend sleep he might blow up at me, knowing he was caught. I was a naïve 14-year-old, but he knew I wasn’t asleep. Right??! He then went over and got into bed, and soon fell asleep. Undoubtedly a happy brother. I saw him the next night, I waited for him to get home, and I got stoned with him and nothing was said. It was like it never happened. He did that on at least 10 to 12 occasions over the next half a year or so. I always acted like I was asleep. I wish I had not and I just sat down one day and said Hey I want to suck your cock would that be OK, but I was afraid, afraid that he would deny it, and afraid it would ruin what was happening and then no more cocksucking for me. I don’t remember the last time but he soon met a girl who eventually became his wife. She died two years ago and I know he’s a lonely 69-year-old. I wonder if I said to him now he can I suck your cock what he would say. A big part of me would love to suck his cock again. It had a really nice head and was thick, but not too thick. Would’ve loved to have given him a hand job and then turn it into a blow job, Hold his balls and give him a deep throat like he never had and like I could never give when I was “asleep”. I wonder if the time has passed and it’s too late to do that. I wonder if he would deny it and then I would feel like a fool. But I know he had to know I was not asleep. Not for 12 times! Not sure what I should do, but I would love to be able to hold that cock again and watch it actually spurt his cum… Anyway. That is a true story. If you folks like this one, I can tell you a few more about all the stuff I did as a sleeping, 14-year-old, Who was enticing, his older brother to play with him.