by erotic scribbler
©Copyright 2026 erotic scribbler
A high school senior obsessed with blowjobs starts wondering if he could vicariously enjoy a blowjob by giving one. The older neighbor shows up and things get crazy, and that’s before the older boy’s sister gets involved.
Naked Breakfast
Shit, direct hit, I thought as the scoopful of cereal approaching my mouth lost some milk. The cold splat made my ball sack constrict, rolling my nuts. Of course, I shouldn’t be able to see my package at the breakfast table, but my parents are away for three days, so I seized the opportunity to walk around naked. For reasons I don’t understand, it excites me in a twisted way.
A second spill of milk splashed my partially erect dick, making it jerk upward and pump blood toward the head. A thought went through my mind that should have been immediately rejected, but my balls danced again, and a rush of lust chemicals surged through me. I scooped the milk up with the cool steel and cleaned the spoon in my mouth.
The spoon touching my balls wasn’t so pleasurable, but putting it back in my mouth aroused me. It was an odd psychological excitement; as if my brain connected the spoon and my sack, which meant I had licked my balls. More blood pumped into my expanding shaft while I wondered if I would lick my balls if it were possible. I think that is a rhetorical question for every boy, but if it wasn’t, does that mean there is something wrong with me?
The truth was, not only would I lick them, but I’d suck my balls, too. I had licked the head of my cock before, but it had been taxing on my spine and unsatisfying because I wanted to suck it, and feel it slide over my tongue and hit the back of my throat like I’d seen women do in porn movies.
I wasn’t attracted to guys, but sucking my balls and licking the soft skin between my nuts and asshole was something that I imagined. I imagined I would cum in my mouth and swallow the load, but not someone else’s cum. Did that make me gay or just weird?
I peeled a banana, wondering if a girl giving me a blowjob worthy of the one I imagined I’d give myself would stop me from having these thoughts. Sucking off a guy wasn’t an option, but if it were, would that show me how good it would feel? Was it possible to vicariously enjoy a blowjob by giving one?
That thought scared me, but not enough. I stroked my cock and slid the banana in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper. The excessive throat juices spilled over and coated my stiff cock. My excitement meter was quickly approaching lack of self-control. I jerked my dick and pushed the phallic fruit into my face.
My balls snugged up against my body, and I shoved the full length of the banana down my throat, thrusting my groin forward. Now, I was out of control, launching cum across the tabletop. Blowing a load on the dinner table should have been disturbing, but instead it filled me with a perverse pleasure.
The second burst hit my glass of orange juice and ricocheted into the remaining cornflakes. I kept on slamming my fist and jettisoned the rest of the massive load all over the wood surface. Why would blowing a load where I shared meals with my parents be wickedly erotic?
That question wasn’t one I could answer, but I realized I was going to be late for school, so I quickly finished my breakfast, not thinking twice about eating my jizz. Although I wished I could have felt my dick pump it directly into my throat.
I cleaned off the table, wondering what Mom would think if she knew I covered it with cum. Shocked, I’m sure, but it might be her fault I turned out like this. She doesn’t know I saw them, but what I saw is burned into my brain for life.
I started to walk into the kitchen, and there Mom was, on her knees, tits hanging out, with Dad’s giant cock in her mouth. He was holding her head, pulling my mother’s face forward to meet the thrust of his hips. Inch after inch, he fed her that huge dick. I swear I saw my mother’s throat bulging.
My father backed up and slowly extracted the reddened, spit-shined flesh, then without warning, he plunged it back inside my mother’s head. The sight of a massive one-eyed monster would have been terrifying enough, but seeing my dad face fuck my mother altered my psyche.
Later, at football practice, I still hadn’t completely put shooting off on the table out of my mind. It was bad enough that I had cum on the dinner table and eaten my own jizz, but the banana and the thoughts it conjured up were too much. The idea of sucking a dick to know what it felt like to have my own in my mouth was ridiculous. It was crazy to think I could go there. I’d never get a girl if that got out, but I couldn’t forget that banana in my throat while my throbbing meat spewed sperm. I had to know what a blowjob felt like.
After practice, I hit the showers, and even though all the guys know the rule, I couldn’t help myself; I glanced around the shower room, then wished I hadn’t. Across the room, something caught my eye. Rick’s cock hung like a third leg hanging down, and swung from thigh to thigh when he moved.
I didn’t know the swinging dick had hypnotized me until my cock twitched. Fuck, I was getting hard. A boner in the showers is the last thing I wanted, so I rinsed and rushed back to my locker, hoping I wouldn’t get a full erection.
On the bus ride home, I still had images of that excessive cock popping into my mind, so I sat alone in the back with my trouser tent, considering jerking it off.
It was tempting, but I couldn’t chance it. I had enough to worry about; Rick might have caught me checking out his freakishly large tube snake, and I had become obsessed with the idea of sucking my cock.
Surprises
That evening after a TV dinner, I went online to see as many tits, asses, and pussies as I could, but once I found a good movie, there were ten more thumbnail windows below it showing me what the site thought I’d also like to watch. It probably wasn’t a conspiracy, but it felt like one because I had searched for lesbian videos and got previews of movies with giant dicks in them. The pointer hovered over a thumbnail, and I couldn’t re