Back when I was 18, in the fall of my senior year in high school, there was an old, abandoned business next to my house. For the last couple of years, I had been helping the owner to slowly tear it down, he was in no big hurry and I enjoyed the part time work and pocket money. Each year for home coming I would let my classmates from school come by and get some of what we had already torn down for the bonfire.

The year before, my junior year, one of the seniors had come by and picked up some wood, he was cute and I was definitely interested in him... he had acted a bit strange and I had not realized until the opportunity was gone, that he was curios himself. Another chance had slipped through my fingers, he left the beginning of the summer and I had not seen him since.

It was a Thursday night around 8:30 and I was working on the remaining parts of the 2nd floor of this place, most of the south wall was gutted and you could see outside from my vantage point. I noticed someone walking around and climbed down to see who it was, it was three of my classmates and they were picking up more wood to take back to the school. I visited with them for a little bit, grabbed a smoke and lit it as I climbed back up to the 2nd floor. Just as I got back to where I was working I heard someone call my name, I looked back down and there he stood, let's call him Matthew, there he stood... he was 5 foot 9 inches, just a slight bit shorter than myself, he weighed in around 180 lbs., he was stocky but all his weight was in the right places, dark black hair, hazel eyes, his skin had that forever golden-brown color... he was wearing 70's cutoff shorts (you know cut really high, short shorts) and a mesh shimmel shirt with our high school logo on it. He was wearing tennis shoes unlaced with no socks and after a second look I noticed he had no underwear on, how could I tell, well the head of his cock was faintly visible at the bottom of his short leg on his left. He was definitely looking good tonight.

He looked around inside the building, that is when I realized he could not easily see me up on the 2nd floor. I called his name and he looked up as I climbed into his view, he shot me a sly grin and called me by name. He told me he saw my classmates getting the wood and figured I would be around as I was last year. He explained he was curious to see how far I had gotten on the building and thought he would stop by... after a couple of minutes of visiting, he asked if he could come up and take a quick look around, I agreed but warned him about the old ladder, I was used to it. It took him a couple of minutes to join me, most of the floor had rotted out and it was like walking on the rafters with a few boards to stand on here and there. It was tight in the corner I was working on and we stood pretty close to one another.

After a few minutes of chit chat and looking around, Matthew asked where I pissed when I was up here... It did not take me long to realize what he was up to, I just smiled and said wherever I felt like. Matthew grinned and unzipped his shorts, standing almost face to face, maybe two feet apart at the most and then hauled out his cock. He was a shower, it was just shy of six inches, thick, cut with a large mushroom head. He had a nice dark bush at the base and two huge, seriously huge nuts hanging heavy under his hot cock. He turned slightly to his right and let a high-pressure spray go. Just as his piss started it slowly began to get higher and higher in an arch, his piss rose as his cock climbed into the air before he finished his cock was rock hard and standing tall and proud. Six thick inches of golden-brown cock crowned with a large almost purple head and on the tip a small glistening droplet that seemed to increase in size but stay a top of his cock. I could feel the heat from his piss as he sprayed the wall beside us and the heat radiating from his cock as it swelled to full mast. Only two feet apart, I watched and was transfixed with the show he had performed for me... he never once touched his cock besides removing it from his shorts, he had performed all this for me hands free.

He turned back towards me, shrugged his shoulders and grinned, he made no attempt to shake it, touch it or even act like he was ready to put it away after his massive piss. I did not miss a beat, once he was facing me and as he was shrugging his shoulders, I knelt in front of him. His eyes closed as my tongue darted from my lips to taste that clinging droplet on the tip of his cock... it was sweet, bitter and salty. It was definitely a mix of piss and precum and I savored the taste. He gasp as my lips wrapped tightly around his thick rigid cock head. I hung blissfully in the moment, with just his mushroom shaped head tightly gripped within my lips, I bathed his piss slit with my tongue darting slightly inside it, encouraging his drops of precum to escape and mingle with my taste buds. I was pleasantly surprised to realize I didn't have to work for his precum, with his cock warmly tucked into my willing mouth, his eye's closed, his head tucked back, his hot stiff cock was flowing like a faucet... his precum was so warm, rich, sweet and I was in bliss.

I began to dive, to descend down his shaft inch by inch of his cock sliding across my tongue, edging its way towards my tight throat. Since tugging his cock free from the confines of his shorts Matthew's hands had been at his sides but as I began to slowly swallow his cock to its base he reached up to take hold of a board above his head to steady himself. When my lips had reached his bush and the entirety of his cock was nestled deep in my throat, a huge gasp escaped his lips. His left hand grasping the board overhead, Matthew placed his right hand on the back of my head at my neckline and pushed his hips forward while pressing my head securely into his groin. When he released the pressure on my head I began to pull upwards to the tip of his cock, holding there while lapping up his sweet precum, then plunging back to the base of his cock forcing that fat mushroom head of his into my throat. As I reached the base he would once again force my head down hard into his groin with his hand. I began to set a pace, a rhythm, over and over again... base to tip, up and down. Matthew grabbed onto the overhead board with both hands as I settled into a steady pace. His back slightly arched forward allowing me the best access to his engorged cock, me on my knees rocking back and forth, my mouth stuffed full of his manhood, my lips slipping and sliding up and down his soft wet shaft, the large head of his cock assaulting the opening to my throat... His precum adding to my saliva creating the perfect lube as I sucked, milked... made love to his gorgeous cock. It was quiet, other than the sucking noises I was making and the board creaking below my knees and the occasional moan or groan escaping from his lips. I could tell what I was doing was working for the desired results for us both... I could feel those huge nuts of his slowly pulling up under my chin, I could feel his cock enlarging, thickening, his head swelled and his precum was growing in intensity... his breath was growing louder, growing more labored... then I felt both of his hands shove my head down, his grip firm, his need was evident with my head in place he forced every last inch of his cock deep inside my throat. A single pulse, another and another... I felt his cock pulsing, his balls were rising and falling... He shot deep into my throat, one volley followed by another, then another... his cum firing like a cannon, pumping his seed into my willing and waiting body. His cock erupted for a good two to three minutes, pulsing, emptying his nuts into my belly... his cum was so thick, so large in volume, that even though he was cumming into my throat I could taste the sweetness of his load. As the first volley fired, Matthew could not help or possibly did not care, he grunted, exclaimed, that guttural sound when an orgasm is so fucking awesome. As he filled me up, he was still grunting loudly... I was a bit shocked, but to be honest I was so consumed with his cum I really did not care.

I sucked until his cock slipped from my lips, soft, spent and completely empty. Matthew was frozen, his face covered with a look of almost pure ecstasy. His cock lay spent as I licked the last drop from the head. I tucked his spent cock back into his shorts, once nestled inside I zipped and buttoned the fly. Matthew looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. He turned and started for the ladder, he stopped, turned back towards me and in a full voice told me how good of a cock sucker I was. He turned back around and climbed down the ladder, climbed into his car and left...

I never saw him again, I have seen him posting on Facebook on occasion, but nothing else since that night. I earned from a common friend shortly after graduation that he had told several people just how good of a cock sucker I was and that he was the reason I had blown a couple of other guys later that year.