I was in school when we first moved to the house in Balmoral. Darren lived next door. He was three years older than me. He had a younger brother who was my age so we spent a lot of time growing up together. I looked up to Darren because he was older and quite outgoing. It was Darren who first pinched a playboy magazine from his dad for us to perve at. It was Darren who told me about masturbation. When Darren lost his virginity, I got to hear all the details.

Looks can be deceiving and that couldn't have been more so than in our case. By the time I went off to the Army, I was six feet tall, I played a lot of sport and I was quite athletic. Darren; on the other hand was shorter, chubby and working for a trucking company in town, but it was Darren who was constantly getting laid, whilst I was 18 going on 19 and still a virgin. Our sneaky perusal of pilfered girlie mags had progressed to marathon sessions of watching porn at the flat Darren rented in the summer before I went away.

It was no secret to me why Darren was fucking a different girl every couple of months. He was just a rampantly horny bastard. He was also quite persuasive, witty and confident. He had no qualms about approaching girls and for every ten who turned him down one would fall for his charms. Even when Darren had a current girl, he was still an unrepentant masturbator. The basement porn sessions had increased to three or four times a week. I liked porn but not for the reasons you might expect. To be honest the women's unshaven pussy's were a bit of a turn off (this was the 90's), but I was impressed by the huge cocks on guys like Ron Jeremy and Peter North.

Now would be a good point to clarify that I'm not gay. As you read on you will see that I have no problem with people who are gay, but I'm just not one of them. I have no romantic interest in men. I like women, I like hanging out with them, being in a heterosexual relationship. cuddling in bed, all that vanilla stuff. It's just that I also liked the look of athletic guys with nice cocks.

Back to the story. The first time we watched porn at Darren's flat, he jerked off in front of me. I wasn't surprised, these days we would say he was a sex addict. Back then I just saw him as a rampantly horny 21 year old. I had a boner from watching the fucking on screen but I kept it in my pants. Two days later I was back at Darren's place and we were watching a hot film where a chick called Traci Lords was systematically being railed by all the big name (and big cock) porn acters in Hollywood. I was horny as fuck. Darren was pumping his cock in full view and he said to me that I could wank if I wanted. Well, I fuckin wanted alright, so with only a little bit of hesitation I pulled my pants down and my erection sprung up like a jack-in-the-box. I started massaging myself and found it to be way more exciting than jerking off in my bedroom at home. In fact I don't think my cock had ever been so swollen. Laying back on Darren's second-hand arm chair with my cock sticking up in the air whilst I gave it a good seeing to, I felt pretty darn good.

It's times like this that you often stop to reflect on how great life is. As I lay back enjoying the sensation of my hand sliding up and down the shaft of my penis, I took stock of what was happening. 1, I had a fantastic hard on and not only did it feel good to stroke it, but the whole manly situation of having a massive engorged cock made me feel good about myself. 2. Darren and I were sitting opposite each other and openly displaying ourselves. The taboo connotations of masturbating in front of another guy was exhilarating. I could see why Darren had enjoyed doing it. 3. Darren was blatantly watching me, or more to the point, staring at my cock. 4. My cock was A LOT bigger than his, The thrill of that observation just made me hornier.

Now I was quite surprised by what I did next. The realisation that Darren was masturbating whilst looking at my cock was a turn on. I had the urge to push it further so I stripped completely naked and lay back on the arm chair and let him check me out. He didn't take his eyes off me and within a few minutes he ejaculated. That was quite erotic but I didn't cum and in fact once he stopped masturbating I found that my interest in the porn had faded and I just got dressed and went home.

The porn sessions continued for the remainder of the Summer. Always it started with watching the movies but ended up with Darren watching me jerk off. By that stage I had just turned 19, I was tanned and I was ripped from all the exercise I was doing to get ready for the Army. The initial thrill of exposing myself and Darren looking at my penis had not diminished, in fact it was now the thing that drove my sexual urges. The thrill of people seeing my penis is still a buzz for me today. Although it was a thrill for me and I always achieved huge erections, I never ejaculated and once Darren came I quickly lost interest. The other thing that became evident was that Darren was in control of what happened. He never invited me over, he called me and told me to come to his flat. I didn't take my clothes off until he told me to and I certainly didn't dare touch my cock without his permission. On a couple of occasions, Darren's younger brother was also there. I had no problem stripping naked and wanking in front of him, but he was more interested in the porn. At the time I wasn't sure if he even noticed the controlling way his older brother treated me.

February came and I left town for my basic training. I heard that Darren had gone to Australia. The Army and I weren't particularly suited to each other after twelve months I was back in town, older, wiser, and staying with my mum while I looked for a job. My experiences in the Army wouldn't justify a story on this site but the training, 'three squares a day' and constant bullshit resulted in an extra 15 kilos of muscle, and the attitude that no one better fuck with me.

The first day I got back, I learned that Darren's parents had moved to the beach and Darren was back living in their house. I strolled over to see what he was up to. Darren answered the door and he was just the same. A short chubby fucker who honestly thinks he's Brad Pitt. 'I'm busy man, I'll call you later.'

Nothing had changed, after a year of growing up, and despite the fact that I literally could have lifted him up and thrown him down the stairs, he was still the one in charge. I couldn't have been happier.

Later that day Darren called and told me to come over. We went into the living room, the curtains were all closed even though it was still light outside. I was hoping like fuck that we were going to watch some porn because I wanted to get naked and show off my new warrior body. Darren didn't disappoint me. He started up a stick movie and we settled into his mum and dads nice comfortable lounge chairs. A very attractive young lady was kneeling in front of two guys and doing a great job of taking both their cocks in her mouth. The absolute eye opener was a brief scene where she put her hands around both their cocks at once and wanked them at the same time. Then she held her hands still and they thrust their cocks back and forth, effectively rubbing their cocks against each other. It was hot.

Darren took his pants off. His prick was rock hard already. He gave himself a bit of attention then told me that I could wank. I didn't waste any time. I had deliberately not worn any underwear so once I'd stripped my t-shirt and shorts I was naked. Darren didn't seem to notice how muscular I had gotten but he certainly noticed that I was completely shaved from the neck down.

I positioned myself on the sofa so he could watch me as I stroked my cock. I felt a bit strange but I couldn't figure why and whatever it was - it was effecting me in the boner department. Where twelve months ago I would have had a cock like a baseball bat by now, I just wasn't feeling it.

Darren however was surging ahead. His prick was rigid and he was gripping it hard, slowly rubbing his hand up and down over the inflated head. For the first time I registered that he was circumcised and I thought to myself that I prefer cocks like that. He was watching me and he seemed quite agitated, I had that feeling you get when you think someone is going to pick a fight. He was looking at me like he meant to do me some harm.

I wasn't far from wrong.

He stood up and I thought 'what's going on here?' It flashed through my mind that he'd never taken his pants off before, he usually just pulled them down to his knees, and I'd never seen him stand up, mid-wank. Something was up.

It probably only took him three steps to walk over to me. His stiff cock swaying like a little flagpole in the wind. He put one foot on the sofa next to me and lunged forward. At the same time he put a hand behind my head as he pushed his penis into my face.

'Suck my cock.' That's all he said. It was just just like old times, but not like old times. There'd never been any same sex porn before and certainly no physical contact, despite the overtly homosexual situation of us masturbating in front of each other. But Darren was in charge and I was about to do exactly what he told me.

'Suck my cock'. Three words and my life changed for ever. And looking back now - holy fuck did it change for the better!

I did what I was told, craned my neck forward taking his manhood in my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth sucking and using using my lips and tongue to pleasure him. All that porn I'd watched, all those girls sucking cock. Every time the other guys thinking how they'd like a girl to do that and me sitting there taking notes on how I'd give a blow job if it was me.

So I sucked his cock and I have no doubt it was the best head he'd ever had. From the noises he made and the way he bucked his hips, punching his cock into my mouth, I'm pretty confident he'd never been blown like that before.

As for me, guess what? Although I couldn't see on account of having my mate's cock in my face, I could feel that my dick was now fully on board with the proceedings. In fact I was so hard it was actually throbbing and I could feel it swaying as my body moved back and forth in time with my head.

We were in a rhythm, Darren thrusting his hips as I moved my head. Basically he was fucking my mouth. Fortunately he was not that big because we both seemed intent on getting his entire penis into my mouth and I think if he'd been any bigger I would have gagged. Remember this was my first time and I had never taken a cock down my throat before (Lot of water under the bridge since then ....Ha ha).

I found some balance and managed to take a hold of my cock whilst supporting myself with the other arm. I was super-aroused. Darren saw what I was doing. 'Take your fucken hand off your cock!' He reached down and grabbed my upper arm and put it behind my back. Now he was right over me and I was pressed back as far as I could go. I was totally subjugated. I couldn't move my head and his thrusts were short spasms, his pelvic bone banging against my face and his entire member in my mouth.

I don't know how long this went for but it was incredible. Part of me wanted him to stop. A very small voice was telling me that I should be ashamed of what I was doing. My conservative life experience had conditioned me to think that a sexual encounter with another man was wrong, but the real me - the far bigger voice, was pointing out my rampant erection. and my racing heart beat.

Anyway, it had to end, and it did. Darren's rapid thrusts became longer and I felt the rush of heat and taste as he ejaculated in my mouth. He held us both there and forced me to swallow.

He stayed there for a short time, regaining his breath then he he got off me. I didn't know what to say, I had been totally used, I could taste his cock in my mouth. I was splayed across the sofa breathing like I'd just sprinted 400m, still with a huge erection.

'That was good, go home now.' That was all he said. I didn't want him to say anything more. I went home and jerked off in the shower.

Afterwards I laid on the bed and pieced it together in my mind.:

I liked girls, in fact I had a casual girlfriend who I'd met while I was in the Army. I was no longer a virgin and I knew that I was romantically drawn to her. I liked fucking and liked looking at naked women. So I knew I was not gay.

Secondly I had NO romantic leanings towards Darren or any other man. Again - not gay.

But I was strongly aroused by the thought (and now experience) of sexual activity with another man and now there was this absolute thrill of being dominated and basically used by a forceful person.

Lastly - I seriously wanted Darren or someone else to do that to me again.

Back then, as a naïve 20 year old I wasn't sure what this meant, but I did feel that as long as I was happy with what was occurring and careful about what I did, I would be alright.

Apart from a few hiccups - that's pretty much how it has turned out.