I was from a broken home by the time I was 16yo. My parents were both gone and I got passed around by a few family members. I wasn't a problem child, I guess they didn't want to deal with a teenager period.

A friend of a friend got me in touch with a guy that was a Youth Counselor at a local church nearby. His name was Steve, and he seemed cool right from the start. Once I got settled into Steve's house I realized it was going to be party central often.

Steve was in charge of the Youth Group, we did outings and had a lot of fun. The flip side was Steve allowed all of us under age teenagers to come over and get drunk on our asses and have a good time.

Mostly it was us guys getting drunk, sometimes a few guys would bring their girlfriends along and have sex with them after they were pretty buzzed. They would just go into a spare bedroom Steve had downstairs and do their thing.

Now Steve was a pretty good looking guy but very rarely did I ever see him with a woman, and none of us guys ever questioned it among us. There was another kid in our youth group, his name was James. Of the dozen or so boys in the group besides the girls James and myself seemed to get more attention then the rest.

Now everyone except me had a home and family, so Steve took me into his home. James and I never seemed to really get along, I tried but he acted like he wanted nothing to do with me at all. One day after a few months living with Steve I asked him if he knew why James didn't care for me. Steve just said not to worry about it, I got along with the others so really it wasn't a big deal, so basically that was the end of the conversation.

So there would be birthday parties, Christmas, New Years Eve parties at Steve's, teenagers would be passed out in the bedrooms and on the sofa, a few on the floor as well. Now when that happened I would usually give up my bedroom and sleep with Steve in his bed. Honestly I never gave it any thought of being weird and anything like that, hell I had slept in Steve's bed many times over the following months.

Then New Years rolled around and boy did us teenagers party at Steve's house. Steve had beer stacked everywhere in his house for the party. The rule was the car keys had to be handed over to Steve, nobody was going anywhere once the drinking began. I guess the parents could have been thankful for that at least.

So the bedrooms were full and people passed out on the sofa and the floor. I staggered to Steve's bed sometime after the New Year. I just remember doing a face plant on my side of the bed, Steve was still up when I crashed.

No idea what time it was when I had a weird sensation between my legs. At first I was still too drunk to worry about it but this weird feeling just kept on. I finally tried to open my eyes, it was pitch black in the bedroom. I lay there and I realize that there is a hand in my underwear. Since I was still under the influence of many beers, I couldn't seem to do anything except lay there and allow this to happen. I think I tried to speak but wasn't sure and then I was gone.

The next morning I was severely hungover and never gave a thought about what I had felt during the night. The others were starting to come around, James was there and he seemed pissed off about something. Steve took James outside in the backyard and I could see there was some issue going on.

It was a few months before we had another party at Steve's house, one of the kids birthday and basically another reason for us to get drunk of course. Now I drank but for some reason I didn't drink as much as I usually do. I admit I was buzzed, that's about it. About 1am and I crawled into Steve's bed and went to sleep.

Once again I woke up to that same feeling between my legs, noticing that my cock was rock hard. There was a hand around my cock stroking me slowly, opening my eyes in the dark I could tell it was Steve.

I wanted to turn over, jump out of bed, run like hell, but I didn't. I was 16yo with no girlfriend at that time. I hadn't even masturbated in months with everything going on in my life. I had almost forgot how good it felt to be hard and have a hand on my cock that wasn't my own.

As soon as I spread my legs a little, Steve knew I wanted him to keep going. I felt his body move next to me and then he pulled the covers down below my waist. Steve grasped my cock a bit harder and I heard myself moaning quietly. Steve moved next to me in the dark and then I felt this hotness around my hard cock. Steve had put his mouth on my cock and began to suck me off.

With others in the house I tried to be as quiet as possible. Steve sucked on my cock and did all those things I saw women do in those magazines. His tongue flicked the head and then he took me deeply into his mouth. I bit my lip as the pleasure was greater than anything I had ever experienced before.

It didn't take long before I felt the pressure of sexual release. My cock throbbed in Steve's mouth as he seemed to know how to work me. His mouth would move and my cock would actually pulsate from his mouth. Steve did this several times and then I began to release my hot load of cum. I felt his hand jerking my cock, his Mouth never left the head of my engorged cock.

I heard Steve make a muffled sound as I shot my cum into his mouth. He never stopped jerking and sucking until the last drops of my cum had been spent. Finally I felt his hand and mouth pull away, my cock lay flat on my belly with wetness. I was almost dizzy, as if I had more to drink than I thought. Steve got out of bed a moment later without a light on until he reached the bathroom.

Steve got back into bed and went to sleep I assume. I lay there thinking about what had just happened. What did it mean allowing another guy to make me cum? It felt so good, was it just the pleasure of the moment and nothing more? I had been with one girl before, she didn't want to suck my cock, the feeling was incredible.

The next day after the gang managed to leave I was alone with Steve in the house, we were cleaning up from the party the night before. As always we made jokes with each other as we cleaned up and nothing seemed different between us.

Honestly I was too scared to ask anything, besides I had no idea how to even begin to talk about what had happened. Steve got a phone call a few hours later and for some reason I had the idea he didn't want me to overhear the conversation. About an hour later Steve said he was going to the store, usually I got an invite to tag along but not this time. I didn't care I was going to take a nap in my own bed since I didn't get any sleep the night before.

When I woke up a few hours later I came upstairs. I saw Steve's keys on the table and I was expecting to see him sitting in the living room watching tv. The Living room was silent and Steve wasn't there. I noticed there was a light jacket tossed on the arm of the sofa and I knew it didn't belong to Steve.

I glanced at the staircase for a moment before I took my first step up. The stairs had carpet so my steps were almost silent. I got to the landing and looked down the hall to Steve's bedroom, the door was ajar. The hallway was carpeted also but I stepped lightly as I slowly walked to the bedroom door.

It was only open a little, I could easily hear someone breathing heavy. There were other sounds, the creaking of the mattress on the box spring. Since I knew the inside of Steve's bedroom I could push the door open a little, a large mirror on the wall would easily reflect the bed. It seemed like an eternity for me to open the door to see, barely pushing it by micro inches so I wouldn't be heard.

There was Steve and James on the bed, both naked and hard. James was kneeling on the bed as Steve was low on his fours sucking James hard cock. James had his eye closed and his head tilted back slightly. I thought about the night before and how Steve's mouth felt around my hard cock. I'm not sure but for a split second I think I was jealous, the feeling was so good and now James was experiencing that same pleasure.

I had never seen Steve's cock before this moment, it was for sure bigger than mine or James from what I could see. It was rock hard and it curved, almost pointing upwards. Suddenly I heard James say something but I couldn't make it out. Steve knelt up in the bed and James now lowered himself into the position Steve had been in a moment ago.

I watched James take Steve's cock in hand, I just knew it wasn't his first time. James seemed to know exactly what to do and how to do it. James took his right hand and wrapped it around Steve's large balls, slipping his mouth over the thick head of Steve's cock at the same time.

I heard Steve moan with pleasure as James took him into his mouth. Steve's cock looked even bigger now as James had his lips wrapped around the head. Steve moved his hips forward and James sounded like he was choking, Steve was trying to get his big cock into James mouth.

I was mesmerized I admit watching this. I had only seen girls and guys in Magazines sucking and fucking until now. I stood there almost wishing I was closer, I was more than just fascinated by what I was seeing. I realized that I had that familiar tingle under my jeans, I knew I was only a breath away from getting hard.

James reared back slightly and knelt up in the bed close to Steve, he was breathing hard from the excitement. He looked down at his own hard cock as Steve moved closer and took it in his hand. Steve stroked James hardness a few times and then took his own member in hand as well.

The best way to describe it, Steve was jerking them both off at the same time. James began to make sounds, Steve said something to him but I couldn't hear. Then suddenly I heard Steve's voice filled with excitement and he let go of James cock and jerked himself only inches away.

I heard Steve say "oh my God!" and then a massive stream of cum shot out of his cock. The thick cum landed on James cock above his pubic area and a lot more all over James bare stomach.

My cock was hard and I couldn't watch anymore. I just slowly stepped back and went downstairs as quickly and quietly as I could. I bypassed my bedroom straight for the bathroom around the corner. Closing and locking the door I pushed my jeans down and began to masturbate, all the while thinking of Steve jerking off and the thick stream of cum that erupted from his big hard cock. I never came so fast in my life as I released my own cum into the toilet bowl only a few moments later. I had to place my hand on the wall above the toilet for support after I had spent my load, I felt so weak from the release and yet the feeling was wonderful.

The next two nights I could barely sleep. As soon as I tuned off the lights and lay my head on the pillow all I could think about was Steve's big cock. I tried to think about all the girls I wanted to fuck, but that memory just pushed all of those thoughts away. I thought to myself is this what it feels like to be Gay?

The third night about 2am I was standing outside of Steve's bedroom door naked. There wasn't a sound coming from within but I knew he was there and alone. My cock had been hard for the last hour and no matter what I did I couldn't resist the urge that was inside of me anymore.

The door was only partially shut and I pushed the door open the rest of the way. The house was dark but the outside street light illuminated enough inside to see. Steve was sound asleep, laying on his back, his head tilted to one side. I could tell he was bare from the waist up but not sure what he wore below.

I looked for every excuse to turn around and leave, this wasn't me, it couldn't be me I just knew it. My cock told me different, it was as hard if not harder than moments ago. Suddenly a hand grasp me by my wrist and I jumped.

Steve's hand was pulling me down to the bed, I didn't dare look at his face. He gripped my wrist rather tightly and pulled my hand down to the sheet covering him. Instantly I could feel the bulge underneath the thin material. Steve held my hand there for several moments and I could feel his cock growing beneath the sheet.

Once Steve realized I wasn't going anywhere he released his hand from my wrist and reached out for my cock. He wrapped his hand around my hardness and I heard myself let out as sound of erotic pleasure.

Steve pulled the sheet away and there was his big cock partially in the air. Just as I had seen it the other day, it was big and a slight curve to it. I put my hand on it again and just like I saw the women do in those magazines I stroked his cock like he was stroking my own now as well.

I felt Steve's hand on my bare ass, he was almost pushing me onto the bed. I crawled up and gathered my body close to his waist. I took his thick cock and put the head of his cock into my mouth. Steve's voice filled the room with pleasure as I took his cock, he moaned with pleasure as I knew I wanted to do that night in his bed.

His hard cock filled my mouth and I knew why James couldn't take much. Suddenly I thought of James as a challenge or maybe a threat, I would do better than James. I forced my mouth down and felt myself gag but I went right back and took as much as possible.

Steve was groaning, his body squirmed as I sucked his big cock. I felt his hand on the back of my head, forcing more of his thick cock into my mouth. I gagged instantly and my saliva was running down the sides of his cock.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and pumped him as my mouth sucked the head. A weird taste was in my mouth, it was the pre cum. The fluid wasn't bad and I swallowed it with my own saliva. Steve started to thrust his hips upwards, his cock trying to penetrate deeper into my throat. I gagged and choked but I refused to stop, Steve was moaning loudly and urging me to suck harder.

I did exactly what he wanted, I could taste more of the slick fluid in my mouth. My hand was pumping up and down faster. Steve squirmed on the bed wildly as I sucked his cock harder. He began cursing saying how fucking good I was. He grabbed my behind and pulled me up and over him, what would be the 69 position.

When his mouth devoured my own cock the bed seemed to spin for a moment, overwhelming pleasure took me to new heights. I went down on his cock further and fought back the urge to gag, but I still did. I sucked and licked Steve's cock like I was a starving animal. His hot fluid in my mouth was thicker and the taste became saltier.

I came in Steve's mouth all too soon, the pleasure was too much for me to hold back. All of my cock was in his mouth, he held onto my hips tightly as I came. I tore my mouth away from his cock to cry out as I felt my ejaculation happening.

I put both hands to his big cock and mouth tightly around the head. I jerked and sucked his hard cock until I felt it pulsating just as mine had done only seconds before. Then Steve spat out my cock and groaned loudly, suddenly a large mass of his cum hit the back of my throat. I choked and coughed as more of his thick cum shot into my mouth, the taste shocked me but I didn't have time to think about it. Suddenly Steve took hold of his cock from me and began to jerk off frantically, even more cum shot out hitting me all over my mouth and face.

He told me not to stop, his hand fell to the side. I took his cock back into my mouth, pumping him again and taking the rest of the cum that was left. I never stopped until I had it all out and Steve's cock began to subside in size.

I remember rolling off to the side and laying there next to Steve in silence, my heart was thumping inside my chest. I lay there for a while, not sure what to expect, I drifted off to sleep a short time later. The next morning I woke up where I had fallen asleep except Steve had put a sheet over me. Steve had already gone to work, which I was glad. After all I had no idea what I was supposed to say about what had happened.

Thankfully there was never any talk about what we did. We just did those things and it was just something that didn't get discussed. I never saw James at the house after that night either, honestly that gave me a bit of pleasure also.

When I turned 18 I moved out of Steve's house. I had gotten a job and Steve wanted me to stay with him, even letting me stay rent free. Part of me wanted to stay, I even remembered a few nights of regret when I was laying next to my girlfriend in bed.

Steve ended up moving away to the West Coast at some point. I got a unexpected call from James telling me Steve had AIDS and was in pretty bad shape, he passed away in a few months.

Sometimes I will check out the Porn sites when my girlfriend isn't around. I always look for the big cock video's and masturbate, I still have the best orgasm thinking of Steve or even when I watch those select video's.......................