The urge never leaves.
I remember it like yesterday. Two very young friends, under the covers, at a sleep-over. Just typical of boys that age, curious and discovering, but oh how the urges would grow.
Having him touch me, so many years ago, made my head spin. He was the first to touch my cock, ever. In spite of him being a boy, his grip on my young dick, him stroking me, was thrilling. Looking back, maybe it was because of it.Because of how forbidden t was and how naturally curious we were of each other. We had a feeling it was wrong, that we shouldn't ne touching each other, but it just felt so amazing. Under ther covers, my hand foumd him, as well. Touching his cock, feeling it swell, was so exciting, such a turn on, and made me even harder. I remember being surprised at how good his dick felt and the pleaure I felt just from touching him.
Laying back, both new to the thrill of getting erections, I think we both wanted to explore more. In silence, under the covers, my very first sexual encounter. Breaking the quiet, in a soft and low tone, his words rang out, if only in my ears, "I'll suck yours, of you suck mine." Maybe I jad always been curious or maybe it was the thrill of the moment. Maybe it was touching and being touched that caused this desire, but I said, "OK." First, it was my friend to lower his head. I remember the bref moment of anticipation that seemed to last for minutes as the realiztion that a warm, willing mouth was moving to my cock. Why did I not want to let go of his cock? The rush of pleasure, the jolts of tingles and electricity. So warm, so wet, so velvet like, his mouth engulfed me. My eyes rolled back and my head began to spin.
Maybe it left an imprint. A boy was making me feel this good.
The pleasure, I became lost in it. His young, hungry mouth sliding up and down me. Like nothing I had known before. Then he stopped, from under the covers I heard him say, "My turn." The huge disappointment and missing of his mouth was quickly replaced by shaking, excited nerves. It was my turn. A mixed feeling of curiousity, unease, desire and uncetainty washed over me. I shouldn't, but had to. Sliding down to his cock was like in slow motion. Then, every doubt seemed to vanish in a flash. My lips so close to his erection, I could feel it's heat. Lust kicked in and I pressed my young lips against it. A dizzying pleasure rushed through me, I opened my mouth and slid it down his hard shaft. My whole body seemed to tingle, I felt so incredible. His cock wss incredible. Sucking cock made me feel incredible. Though I felt I could never admit it.
We never spoke of that night, but as sometimes happens, our friendship began to wane. We drifted apart, but the memories remained. The slow, sensual burn of anticipation, longing and lust remained. Years later, and alone at night, my fantasises and thoughts of girls always seemed to turn to those memories as I neared orgasm. Thinking of his mouth on me, my mouth on him. Thinking of the thrill and excitement, wondering what it would be like to feel him explode, filling my mouth with semen. Feeling it seep out the sides of my mouth and run down my chin as I struggled to swallow it all. What would it be like to feel that hard dick inside me. Did I really want that? My body would shake as the pleasure of orgasm rocked me. Warm, sticky cum shooting up my chest, imagining that maybe it was his.
After so many nights thinking about it, an unexpected call from him shocked me. He simply said that we should hang out sometime. My thoughts naturally turned to those memories. Would he want to relive them? Would I? Maybe he had forgotten about that night all together it is was only me with these thoughts. Maybe it was only me that missed the full feeling if having a cock in my mouth.
When we meet, I have to admt I felt strange, but I played it off and didn't let on. He seemed normal, too, just older. There was nothing to make me think he was harboring erotic, gay feelings, even if I may of been. That is until I heard the words that I both craved and feared, "Hey, remember that night?" Thoughts raced through my head, do I deny it? Would I miss that chance? How do I respond? I have to say something! "Yeah," I said finally. "So young back then, right?" It seemed like a perfect answer. Not saying no and then perhaps missing a chance to expore with him further. Also, not saying yes and giving away how much I secretly may have been craving it again. "Yeah." He said back, removing the elephant in the room. I felt my head swim when he asked, "Do you want to do it again?"
We were almost giddy as we undressed. He made jokes, I think to lighten the mood. Our young lust might of been too intense otherwise. I could not help but look at his cock. It looked so much bigger now and hairy, but then so was I. Hanging and swinging, his manhood was hypnotic and made me well up with desire. I slid back on the bed and he lowered myself, straight down to my cock. Taking me between his lips, into his warm wet mouth, I was instantly hard. My eyes, searching for his cock, saw that he was as hard as a rock, too! What a turn on! He was so turned on! Oh, the pleasure! Head spinning, all encompassing pleasure! I had to resist the urge to moan! Then I heard an "Mmmm" escape his cock stuffed lips. Then an, "Ahhhhh" escaped my own. I was so close to orgasm already when he pulled away and a deep sense of wanting more took over. Quickly replaced though, by ecstasy of another kind. I began to move up me and brought his hard cock to my face. I watched it, so stiff and it bounced with his movements. I think my mouth watered. Oh, it felt so good to feel hard cock on my lips again. The taste, sweet and sticky pre cum had alr3ady formed at his tip and now danced on my tongue making it tingle. Making me feel intoxicated. I had thought about it. I had dreamed in private about it. I wanted too, I needed to make him cum. I had to feel it, I had to know. I had to taste it. He moaned out loud. Gosh, it was thrilling. Thrilling to hear his pleasure. His body shook and I moaned also. Oh, that first taste, that first rush of his hot sperm and it coated my mouth amd slid down my throat. I felt so drunk. Cum drunk and lost to it's dizzying affects. I laid back after draining every last drop and felt euphoric, spent and strangely so satisfied. I felt his tongue back on my cock, licking me. Licking up my spoiled pre cum before sucking me off to the best orgasm of my life. When I gathered my strength, I looked down. He too had swallowed every drop!
I would be lying if I said I didn't crave more. The pleasure, the cock, the cum was addicting.
Our next encounter could not happen quick enough. With no reason to pretend any longer. It was almost natural to talk about our desires, although still in a subdued manner. Turns out, he had been thinking about more. He had been thinking of and desiring to be fucked. So clearly, I remember him turning around, on all fours on the bed. I remember his ass in the air and my cock begging to throb. The hair down his crack, parting around and revealing his asshole. How could it look so inviting? The urges I felt, so strong, so lusty. I dove my face between his ass cheeks and licked and lapped at his hole. How could I love this so much? How could it taste so good!?! My face, his asshole dripping wet with saliva as I pushed my pre cum leaking cock against his opening. Just pushing my tip against him felt amazing. I was in a frenzy. I was so hard! Pushing into him more, I could hear him wince. Hard dick in tight ass, I slowly pushed into him even deeper as he loosened up around me. Holding his hips, slowly at first I began to move my cock in and out of him. Fuck, his ass felt so good. So warm, so tight, so incredible! My first fuck, my first ass and it was with another boy.
His head down, his hands gripping at the bed covers, I began to fuck him harder. Quicker, faster, I thrusted into him. Fuck, his ass felt so good, so tight! I came harder than ever and felt stream after stream shoot out and into him. Filling him with my seed. When I pulled out, I saw my cum run out of his gaped hole. He layed down and I collapsed next to him. I hadn't even noticed that he had came also, until I reached for him and felt his wet, sticky, soft dick in my hand. So incredibly sexy!
However, yet again, we drifted apart. I was left with the same urges, only now they were even broader, even stronger. For years, I ignored my lusts. I tried to deny them. Except when alone, pleasuring myself. Then and usually only then would my thoughts turn to cock and the memories of it. Stroking myself, thinking of cock, night after night, until I shot my load all over myself. Meeting girls, beautiful girls and exploring sexually still could not quench my thrist for it. In private, I longed for it. Wanting deeply to find someone to be with again. Yearning for the feel of it, the excitement, the pleasure and passion.The passion I had felt before, the passion between to males.
Finally able to drive and enjoy the freedom that it provides, I quickly, nervously found a personal ad for an older man. The cravings to touch and be touched by another were overwhelming. So young, so full of need, the cravings pushed, propelled me, on. I didn't know how the ask for what I wanted, but maybe an older man would know what I needed. So nervous that first drive to his house. My cock got hard just in the anticipation of it. I so wanted to touch myself, but resisted. I had to save it for him. Tan skin, dark wavy hair, and a calm air about him. Middle Eastern, or Mediterranean, tall, dark, exotic. Up until now, my attraction to men has been all about cock, buthe was handsome.Taking off my clothes in front of him was so easy and erotic. As he undressed also, I was naturally drawn to him. I moved closer to him. Nervous, shy, I touched his waist. He touched mine. I looked down, focused on his hanging, soft cock. Cock is just so sexy. Having never kissed another man before, now it just felt so right. Maybe it was a way to let him know have much this meant to me. How much I desired this moment. I pressed my lips to his, they felt warm and full.
So eager, so full of lust, my hands moved to his hairy ass. I think I heard him moan and I felt my nervous cock swell. I had thought about it, I had dreamed about it, I moved to my knees in front of him. I throbbed at tne sight of him. Bare, manly, hairy, soft cock. My mouth was wet and hungry for him. No nerves now, just desire. Oh, the thrill of feeling his cock harden between my lips. Such an amazing feeling, I had missed it so. Hard dick now pushed against the back of my throat. So wonderfully, he pulled back and took hold of himself. He gently slapped his erection against my face and I eagerly let him. He had to know a young man's cock lust. He had to know how addictive cock and cum could be to a young, insatiable man. Unembarrashed, unapologetic, I held his ass and felt him slap his cock on my open mouth. He turned, put a foot on the coffee table and pushed his hard on back.There on my knees, my face was mere inches from his exposed, hairly asshole. He didn't move back, he held still. He waited for me. Maybe knowing that it had to be my own lust filled decision. Probably knowing I would be overcome. Running my lips and tongue along his cock and firm, hairy balls before pushing my face into him and through the hair, licking at his hole. Pre cum streamed out of us both as I eagerly ate his ass. Low deep moans told me he loved it. I loved doing it. It would be a lie to say I had done it for him, I enjoyed it just as much!
Under his breath, I heard, "Do you like to fuck?" I loved how up he talked about gay sex. I told him that I never had. A slight smile on his face as he turned back around, but it was his eyes as I looked up. They told the story. Lust, passion and need, all within his expression. I took his hand and he led to a bed room. Naked and dick swinging, seeing a nude man walking with an erection was, especially so close, an unexpected thrill. I layed down and he moved in next to me. His hand rubbed my chest, his thumb strummed my nipple. I looked at him just as he lowered his mouth to mine. His deep kiss surprised me. His tongue licked my mouth and probed inside. Surprise giving way to lust, I kissed him back. I wondered if he had just asked to fuck me? The thought suddenly seemed so wonderful.
Moving on top of me, i could feel my hard dick rubbing along his hairy ass crack. He broke from our kiss and reached into a night stand, removeing a small vile of lubricant. So caught up in the moment, I ran my hands along him and leaned forward to kiss his stomach and chest. He lubed my cock, he lubed his asshole, then positioned himself and lowered down. With almost a "pop" I was inside him. Warm, tight and inviting. His wonderful hole slid down my shaft slowly, taking my cock deep before rocking back and forth. Fucking incredible, having a man want you cock so much. Seeing on his face the pleasure it is bringing him.
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To be continued...
Having him touch me, so many years ago, made my head spin. He was the first to touch my cock, ever. In spite of him being a boy, his grip on my young dick, him stroking me, was thrilling. Looking back, maybe it was because of it.Because of how forbidden t was and how naturally curious we were of each other. We had a feeling it was wrong, that we shouldn't ne touching each other, but it just felt so amazing. Under ther covers, my hand foumd him, as well. Touching his cock, feeling it swell, was so exciting, such a turn on, and made me even harder. I remember being surprised at how good his dick felt and the pleaure I felt just from touching him.
Laying back, both new to the thrill of getting erections, I think we both wanted to explore more. In silence, under the covers, my very first sexual encounter. Breaking the quiet, in a soft and low tone, his words rang out, if only in my ears, "I'll suck yours, of you suck mine." Maybe I jad always been curious or maybe it was the thrill of the moment. Maybe it was touching and being touched that caused this desire, but I said, "OK." First, it was my friend to lower his head. I remember the bref moment of anticipation that seemed to last for minutes as the realiztion that a warm, willing mouth was moving to my cock. Why did I not want to let go of his cock? The rush of pleasure, the jolts of tingles and electricity. So warm, so wet, so velvet like, his mouth engulfed me. My eyes rolled back and my head began to spin.
Maybe it left an imprint. A boy was making me feel this good.
The pleasure, I became lost in it. His young, hungry mouth sliding up and down me. Like nothing I had known before. Then he stopped, from under the covers I heard him say, "My turn." The huge disappointment and missing of his mouth was quickly replaced by shaking, excited nerves. It was my turn. A mixed feeling of curiousity, unease, desire and uncetainty washed over me. I shouldn't, but had to. Sliding down to his cock was like in slow motion. Then, every doubt seemed to vanish in a flash. My lips so close to his erection, I could feel it's heat. Lust kicked in and I pressed my young lips against it. A dizzying pleasure rushed through me, I opened my mouth and slid it down his hard shaft. My whole body seemed to tingle, I felt so incredible. His cock wss incredible. Sucking cock made me feel incredible. Though I felt I could never admit it.
We never spoke of that night, but as sometimes happens, our friendship began to wane. We drifted apart, but the memories remained. The slow, sensual burn of anticipation, longing and lust remained. Years later, and alone at night, my fantasises and thoughts of girls always seemed to turn to those memories as I neared orgasm. Thinking of his mouth on me, my mouth on him. Thinking of the thrill and excitement, wondering what it would be like to feel him explode, filling my mouth with semen. Feeling it seep out the sides of my mouth and run down my chin as I struggled to swallow it all. What would it be like to feel that hard dick inside me. Did I really want that? My body would shake as the pleasure of orgasm rocked me. Warm, sticky cum shooting up my chest, imagining that maybe it was his.
After so many nights thinking about it, an unexpected call from him shocked me. He simply said that we should hang out sometime. My thoughts naturally turned to those memories. Would he want to relive them? Would I? Maybe he had forgotten about that night all together it is was only me with these thoughts. Maybe it was only me that missed the full feeling if having a cock in my mouth.
When we meet, I have to admt I felt strange, but I played it off and didn't let on. He seemed normal, too, just older. There was nothing to make me think he was harboring erotic, gay feelings, even if I may of been. That is until I heard the words that I both craved and feared, "Hey, remember that night?" Thoughts raced through my head, do I deny it? Would I miss that chance? How do I respond? I have to say something! "Yeah," I said finally. "So young back then, right?" It seemed like a perfect answer. Not saying no and then perhaps missing a chance to expore with him further. Also, not saying yes and giving away how much I secretly may have been craving it again. "Yeah." He said back, removing the elephant in the room. I felt my head swim when he asked, "Do you want to do it again?"
We were almost giddy as we undressed. He made jokes, I think to lighten the mood. Our young lust might of been too intense otherwise. I could not help but look at his cock. It looked so much bigger now and hairy, but then so was I. Hanging and swinging, his manhood was hypnotic and made me well up with desire. I slid back on the bed and he lowered myself, straight down to my cock. Taking me between his lips, into his warm wet mouth, I was instantly hard. My eyes, searching for his cock, saw that he was as hard as a rock, too! What a turn on! He was so turned on! Oh, the pleasure! Head spinning, all encompassing pleasure! I had to resist the urge to moan! Then I heard an "Mmmm" escape his cock stuffed lips. Then an, "Ahhhhh" escaped my own. I was so close to orgasm already when he pulled away and a deep sense of wanting more took over. Quickly replaced though, by ecstasy of another kind. I began to move up me and brought his hard cock to my face. I watched it, so stiff and it bounced with his movements. I think my mouth watered. Oh, it felt so good to feel hard cock on my lips again. The taste, sweet and sticky pre cum had alr3ady formed at his tip and now danced on my tongue making it tingle. Making me feel intoxicated. I had thought about it. I had dreamed in private about it. I wanted too, I needed to make him cum. I had to feel it, I had to know. I had to taste it. He moaned out loud. Gosh, it was thrilling. Thrilling to hear his pleasure. His body shook and I moaned also. Oh, that first taste, that first rush of his hot sperm and it coated my mouth amd slid down my throat. I felt so drunk. Cum drunk and lost to it's dizzying affects. I laid back after draining every last drop and felt euphoric, spent and strangely so satisfied. I felt his tongue back on my cock, licking me. Licking up my spoiled pre cum before sucking me off to the best orgasm of my life. When I gathered my strength, I looked down. He too had swallowed every drop!
I would be lying if I said I didn't crave more. The pleasure, the cock, the cum was addicting.
Our next encounter could not happen quick enough. With no reason to pretend any longer. It was almost natural to talk about our desires, although still in a subdued manner. Turns out, he had been thinking about more. He had been thinking of and desiring to be fucked. So clearly, I remember him turning around, on all fours on the bed. I remember his ass in the air and my cock begging to throb. The hair down his crack, parting around and revealing his asshole. How could it look so inviting? The urges I felt, so strong, so lusty. I dove my face between his ass cheeks and licked and lapped at his hole. How could I love this so much? How could it taste so good!?! My face, his asshole dripping wet with saliva as I pushed my pre cum leaking cock against his opening. Just pushing my tip against him felt amazing. I was in a frenzy. I was so hard! Pushing into him more, I could hear him wince. Hard dick in tight ass, I slowly pushed into him even deeper as he loosened up around me. Holding his hips, slowly at first I began to move my cock in and out of him. Fuck, his ass felt so good. So warm, so tight, so incredible! My first fuck, my first ass and it was with another boy.
His head down, his hands gripping at the bed covers, I began to fuck him harder. Quicker, faster, I thrusted into him. Fuck, his ass felt so good, so tight! I came harder than ever and felt stream after stream shoot out and into him. Filling him with my seed. When I pulled out, I saw my cum run out of his gaped hole. He layed down and I collapsed next to him. I hadn't even noticed that he had came also, until I reached for him and felt his wet, sticky, soft dick in my hand. So incredibly sexy!
However, yet again, we drifted apart. I was left with the same urges, only now they were even broader, even stronger. For years, I ignored my lusts. I tried to deny them. Except when alone, pleasuring myself. Then and usually only then would my thoughts turn to cock and the memories of it. Stroking myself, thinking of cock, night after night, until I shot my load all over myself. Meeting girls, beautiful girls and exploring sexually still could not quench my thrist for it. In private, I longed for it. Wanting deeply to find someone to be with again. Yearning for the feel of it, the excitement, the pleasure and passion.The passion I had felt before, the passion between to males.
Finally able to drive and enjoy the freedom that it provides, I quickly, nervously found a personal ad for an older man. The cravings to touch and be touched by another were overwhelming. So young, so full of need, the cravings pushed, propelled me, on. I didn't know how the ask for what I wanted, but maybe an older man would know what I needed. So nervous that first drive to his house. My cock got hard just in the anticipation of it. I so wanted to touch myself, but resisted. I had to save it for him. Tan skin, dark wavy hair, and a calm air about him. Middle Eastern, or Mediterranean, tall, dark, exotic. Up until now, my attraction to men has been all about cock, buthe was handsome.Taking off my clothes in front of him was so easy and erotic. As he undressed also, I was naturally drawn to him. I moved closer to him. Nervous, shy, I touched his waist. He touched mine. I looked down, focused on his hanging, soft cock. Cock is just so sexy. Having never kissed another man before, now it just felt so right. Maybe it was a way to let him know have much this meant to me. How much I desired this moment. I pressed my lips to his, they felt warm and full.
So eager, so full of lust, my hands moved to his hairy ass. I think I heard him moan and I felt my nervous cock swell. I had thought about it, I had dreamed about it, I moved to my knees in front of him. I throbbed at tne sight of him. Bare, manly, hairy, soft cock. My mouth was wet and hungry for him. No nerves now, just desire. Oh, the thrill of feeling his cock harden between my lips. Such an amazing feeling, I had missed it so. Hard dick now pushed against the back of my throat. So wonderfully, he pulled back and took hold of himself. He gently slapped his erection against my face and I eagerly let him. He had to know a young man's cock lust. He had to know how addictive cock and cum could be to a young, insatiable man. Unembarrashed, unapologetic, I held his ass and felt him slap his cock on my open mouth. He turned, put a foot on the coffee table and pushed his hard on back.There on my knees, my face was mere inches from his exposed, hairly asshole. He didn't move back, he held still. He waited for me. Maybe knowing that it had to be my own lust filled decision. Probably knowing I would be overcome. Running my lips and tongue along his cock and firm, hairy balls before pushing my face into him and through the hair, licking at his hole. Pre cum streamed out of us both as I eagerly ate his ass. Low deep moans told me he loved it. I loved doing it. It would be a lie to say I had done it for him, I enjoyed it just as much!
Under his breath, I heard, "Do you like to fuck?" I loved how up he talked about gay sex. I told him that I never had. A slight smile on his face as he turned back around, but it was his eyes as I looked up. They told the story. Lust, passion and need, all within his expression. I took his hand and he led to a bed room. Naked and dick swinging, seeing a nude man walking with an erection was, especially so close, an unexpected thrill. I layed down and he moved in next to me. His hand rubbed my chest, his thumb strummed my nipple. I looked at him just as he lowered his mouth to mine. His deep kiss surprised me. His tongue licked my mouth and probed inside. Surprise giving way to lust, I kissed him back. I wondered if he had just asked to fuck me? The thought suddenly seemed so wonderful.
Moving on top of me, i could feel my hard dick rubbing along his hairy ass crack. He broke from our kiss and reached into a night stand, removeing a small vile of lubricant. So caught up in the moment, I ran my hands along him and leaned forward to kiss his stomach and chest. He lubed my cock, he lubed his asshole, then positioned himself and lowered down. With almost a "pop" I was inside him. Warm, tight and inviting. His wonderful hole slid down my shaft slowly, taking my cock deep before rocking back and forth. Fucking incredible, having a man want you cock so much. Seeing on his face the pleasure it is bringing him.
I
To be continued...
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