Grammar to High School.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Grammar School, in the boys' bathroom, an Asian boy stood next to me. I thought he might be younger than me, but he was just smaller. He was one of only a handful in the school. "Your's looks different than mine." Even at that age, it was ingrained in me that boys don't look at other boys and they definitely were not supposed to be interested in them. Be it his culture or his upbringing, but he seemed to have none of that. "Here, look at mine," he said and he turned. We were the only two in the there and I guess I was curious. I looked to see his small, foreskin covered, uncut cock.
He had invited me over to his house to play. In the days that followed, we became closer friends and the memory of him seeing me and me seeing him took over more of my thoughts. He was so curious and so open about it. It was easy to get caught up in it. His forward nature, his casual attitude towards our bodies was disarming. He said, "This is what adults do," and lifted my T- shirt. Leaning forward, he suckec on my nipple. I had never felt it, I had no idea how good it could feel or it's effect on me. I could feel my eyes glaze over. I could actually feel them become glassy and my head become light. It must of been so obvious, he laughed. Seeing me so lost, he must of enjoyed it. I couldn't think straight. Boys were not supposed to make other boys feel this way!
All this seem to be before puberty. Honestly, those lines are so blurred, now. So many years have gone by. I remember him showing me his erection. Maybe, one of his first, I don't know. His once hooded dick now displayed a swollen head. It just struck me as so appealing. I guess, kind of nice to look at. Seeing it, seeing it so stiff, it made my own cock hard. Although, I don't think I put it together right away, but seeing him aroused had made me aroused. It was fun showing off to each other. It was about that time that we started to touch each other. I don't remember anything really being said beforehand. It just kind of happened naturally, organically. Both our first encounters, boy or girl. Although I kind of felt that I should not become aroused by another boy, it just felt so good and so right. Girls were pretty, but mysterys. I just knew that his touch felt amazing and surprisingly, touching him even more so. Almost every change we had, we would explore each other. Sneaking away to a back yard or bedroom. It was so much fun. Making each other so impossibly erect, stiff and hard.
When we found ourselves alone, we had began to get naked in front of one another. So freeing and erotic, seeing his nude form moving and his soft or erect cock swaying. So much fun to be nude together, pressing ourselves against each other. Laughing, lost in the firsttime pleasures. I enjoyed seeing him and I enjoyed feeling his eyes on me, too.
In my mind, kissing seemed to be the ultimate arousal. From watching movies and from seeing older teenagers. It seemed to be the ultimate, intimate, expression. Of course, it was always between boys and girls, but we only had each other. Maybe we even felt that way towards each other, in our own youthful, innocent way. It was an afternoon alone, both so eager to strip out of our clothes. I had learned how could it could feel, I ran my fingers over his chest and erect nipples. He did the same for me. Lowering our mouths, taking turns, we licked and sucked on ewch others, sensitive nipples. Making one another's cocks so very hard! I guess I had been thinking about it. I guess I was curious. Each step of the way it seemed to of been him to make the first move or suggestion. This time, though, it was me. As we stood close, glassy eyed and aroused. I brought my lips to his, in a soft embrace. We laughed, but there was no denying how good it felt. Our eyes meeting, we both leaned forward for another quick, gentle kiss and our hands moved to each other's hips, to caress them. Clear, sticky precum had formed at my cock's tip. I touched his and felt, his own leaking, wonderful fluid. I thought that I had experienced an orgasm. In my innocence, I only knew how good it felt and I did not know that there could be something even better ahead. Boy, how wrong I was!
Everything between us just sort of happened. That is how the next level in our friendship, our young relationship, occurred, too. I remember that I had been thinking about it. I wondered if he had been thinking about it, too. I had become so curious to try. It was unthinkable before, but now the desire seemed to be welling up. I know that I wanted to make feel good, but it was simply more selfish than that. I wanted to suck his cock for my own, curious pleasure.
Another wonderful, nude afternoon, but I found it difficult to speak. I was nervous, but shockingly driven. My eyes washed over his beautiful, soft cock and without a word, I moved to my knees in front of him. I felt such incredible urgency and took him straight into my mouth. The taste floored me. Odd, yet quickly wonderful. A taste and sensation like no other. In the weeks, months and years to come, a taste and sensation that would prove to be addictive. I felt him get so hard between my lips, as only young boys can. His body shook as I sucked on his sensitive erection. I held him with my hands, steadied him and continued to suck him until, he stopped me and layed down. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. I didn't have to. I knealed next to him and with one hand stroking him, I sucked eagerly on his cock's exposed head and tasted his amazingly sweet precum. I think I knew then, that I loved this.
He sat up, dizzy looking. The urge overtook him, as it had done to me. I layed back as he fell, face first, into my lap. My world started to spin when I felt his warm, wonderful mouth caress and suck me. My precum had been flowing, I knew that he now knew, as I did, the addictive, amazing flavor. We shared the experience together. Soon, we would also share our first, Earth shattering orgasms, together. Sucking and stroking each other, to shaking, glassy eyed orgasms. So completely lost in the pleasures of each other. There was no hiding and no shame.
As sometimes happens, whether from a move or change of grades, I lost contact with him. The memories never left, though. So strong and wonderful. They did make me yearn for another series of encounters, however. Ones the could only occur with, and between, another male. Several girlfriends has come and gone, but nothing filled the void. Yes, there was some exploration and sex. but nothing as deeply intimate, wonderful and fulfilling as what I had experienced before. I was in High School, now. Playing all the sports, getting the pretty girl's but still I yearned to be intimate with a boy. To be honest, I just craved cock. I just wanted to suck cock and experience that pleasure again.
There was an Asian boy in my grade. I felt drawn to him, almost immediately. Was it because of my first experiences were with another, I don't know. I think it had more to do with his demeanor. A little shy, more of a bookworm. Whenever I saw him, I made sure to say hi, even though he was outside of my group of friends. I had an idea. Although my grades were pretty good, I thought I could pretend to need a tutor. That way, I thought, I could get to know him without raising any eyebrows. If he were to tell anyone of my intentions, no one would beleive him anyways. At his dining room table, I sat close to him, his mom just in the other room. Brushing my leg against his, out of view, sent jolts of electricity through me. It was simply something that just rarely happened with girls, and it was intoxicating. He didn't pull away or move his leg, my instinct was so wonderfully right. I could feel my eager cock stir. Another brush and I left my legs pressed against his. The air was thick and silent now, only for his breathing. Which was becoming heavier by the minute. Under the table, out of site, I slowly moved my hand to his thigh. He shook and his breathing became shakey. I let my hand move along his upper thigh and my finger tips caress the bulge in his pants. I felt him, pulsing and raging in his pants. It took my breath away. It was all so erotic and so arousing! My hard on strained against the material of my pants. Oh, how I wished he would touch me, too! We leaned into each other. He was so nervous, but so turned on. I could feel it, I could sense it. Oh, I wanted this so much! My face so close to his, my finger tips gently caressing his erection, I leaned towards him. He pulled away, just a little. Maybe surprised, maybe not willing to give into it. I moved forward again, and this time our lips met. Just that quickly, his Mom's voice rang out and shattered the moment. She said it was time for dinner and time for me to go.
I stood and held my school bag in front of me, hiding my erection. I did not hide it from him, though. Before I left, I asked if I could come back sometime. He quickly said yes, and I turned away to hide my smile. It was simply thrilling! I could not wait!
The afternoon of our next meeting, my cock got hard everytime I thought about what might happen. I don't know how else to say it, except that I felt desperate for it. Once inside, the house seemed quiet and empty. I asked if his Mom was home and when he said no, I could not help but wonder if he had set it up that way. All I knew for sure was that I wasn't going to waste the chance! He looked so cute and nervous. He was absolutley shaking. I should of been nervous, too, but I think the lust and desires overrode everything else. I just wanted and needed this so much. I stood close to him. I touched his trembling arms. He was already breathing hard with anticipation when I ran my hands under his shirt. Rubbing and caressing his nipples, he closed his eyes, titled his head back and opened his mouth in pleasure. His lips, his mouth looked so inviting. I gently pinched his nipples and brought my mouth to his. He sighed and moaned as our lips touched and our tongues met, so sexy. I wanted to make him cum in the worst way, ever!
Oh, how I wanted his cock! We quickly moved to a more private spot. He seemed dizzy, light headed. I remembered that wonderful feeling. Seeing it in him only made me want him more. I moved to my knees and felt his erection through his pants. He was positively shaking, now. I undid his fly and pulled his pants down, freeing his gorgeous, stiff dick. His bulbous cock's head, I had to taste it, I had to have it in my mouth. Now, it was my turn to sigh as it touched the back of my throat. The memories, excitiment and pleasure came rushing back. That familiar, wonderful flavor. Then, the familiar sweet taste of precum. I wanted him to cum, but I wanted so much more. I pulled my lips from his sexy cock to lap at and suck on his salty balls. Fuck, they felt amazing. Tight and full, such a turn on. I licked and sucked them and ran my hands over his cute, firm, little ass. His moans, his ttembling body, told me he wanted more, too. I held his ass cheeks and squeezed them, kneaded them and gently spread them apart. He inhaled sharply. I ran my finger tip along his opening and he gasped. So sexy, it was easy to see the affect on him. It was easy to imagine him dreaming of getting fucked.
I took his wondeeful, hard, dripping cock back in mouth and lovingly sucked him. Holding his ass and moaning for him, he quickly came and flooded my mouth with thick, wonderful semen. I didn't even think, I did not even hesitate. As his cum rushed in, I began to swallow it. My body tingled and my brain melted as it slid down my throat. It was the most erotic and sensual feeling.
I looked up at his cute, glassy eyed face. It was the look of ultimate pleasure. I got up and wiped cum from my chin. Taking his hands, I put them on my hard cock and he rubbed it passionately. Under my breath, running my hand over his ass, I asked in a whisper, "Do you want to fuck?" Shly, quietly, he whispered back, "Maybe next time, I don't know how much time we have. But, can I suck you?" My pulse raced at the thoughts. I could imagine the times ahead. I could imagine him my secret boyfriend. He moved to his knees, more sure of himself, it seemed. The joy and lust for cock can be so powerful. I watched his shaking hands take my erection out and stroke it. His soft, wonderful hand felt amazing. I closed my eyes, lost in pleasure as he started to lick and suck me. We both moaned, we both loved it and became lost in the bliss of it.
Gosh, his wonderful, wet mouth. Soon, he had me shaking as I released my built up and edged orgasm. He had pulled away, but continued to hold me and stroke me. I looked down to see thick, white ropes of sperm shoot out and land on his face and chest. He gasped, I think in surprise and delight. Had he pulled away on purpose? Then, he moaned and dove his cock hungry mouth back onto me, making me tremble and feed him even more spurting cum. I thought I might be in love!
He looked so sexy covered in my cum. I helped him to his feet. He could only look down, maybe from being shy, maybe he was ashamed. I put my hand under his chin and lifted it up. I pressed my lips to his and as he sighed, I felt his body go limp. Perhaps it was the last of his inhabitions melting away. Maybe it was his fantasy to be in another boy's arms.
It was just the most incredible afternoon. There was no doubt that it was the most erotic encounter of my life. More than that, it cemented what I had long felt. I craved being with him again. So much more thrilling than any experience with a girl. I could only imagine how good it would feel to push my cock into his perky, tight, little ass. To feel his body against mine. To kiss his neck and to hear his moans and breathing as I thrusted in and out of him. Oh, how I wanted to cum inside him! Oh, how I could not wait to make him cum again, too! To suck his beautiful dick and to make him shake with pleasure as he gives me his wonderful load. Oh, how I wanted to kiss him again. To make out with him. Arousingly, passionately, our tongues deep inside each other's, lusty mouths again.
In school, I had to catch myself because every chance I had, I would brush against him. Simply touches and when no one was looking, I'd squeeze his ass or kiss his neck. He would tell me later how excited he would get. I loved our secret and told him so, right back. The days and hours til our next, "study" session were torture. Every teen boy is obsessed with sex and we were no different. We set up little meetings until we could be together again. Behind a building or behind a tree in a park. Quickly making out and feeling each other's rock hard cocks. Sometimes, I thought that they were more harm than good, making me want him and so badly needing that release. Looking back now though, I see that they were wonderful and so sensual.
Alone again in his house, he planned it perfectly that his Mother would not be home. My hands under his shirt, my hands around his ass, we kissed. He shuddered and moaned, it was so sexy. It made it clear how much he wanted this, too. Pulling from our kiss, I whispered, "You make me so hard," in his ear. It made him smile. I opened his fly and let his pants fall to the floor. My hands now could feel his bare ass and spread him open to expose his hole. He breathed heavy. I could see how much he wanted and loved to be touched. It made me want to be inside him all the more! Kissing his mouth, kissing his neck and ear, I whispered again to him, "Suck my cock." He eagerly fell to his knees and lubed my dick with his saliva. He looked so beautiful sucking me. Taking him by the shoulders, gently guided him to his feet and up against a wall. When I turned him towards it, he gasped, knowing what was to come. My hands ran over his slender waist and hips, heightening both our arousal. Just the cutest, little ass. With my hands holding his cheeks apart, I could see his delicate, gorgeous opening. I rubbed my glistening cock's tip along it. Under his breath, I heard just the slightest, "Yes," escape his lips. It was the biggest turn on. I pushed my cock's head against him, then pushed it inside. He fought off crying out. As he stood, his hands bracing himself against a wall, my own hands seemed to grip his waist even tighter, letting him know that he was mine.
My fingers sank into his sides as I slowly puahed my saliva dripp8ng cock into his asshole. He felt so good and looked so amazing. His eyes slammed shut, but mouth gaped. A look of ecstasy as his tight, wonderful body adjusted to accept and welcome me. Oh, yes! I could now feel his soft, perfect ass cheeks against my groin. A perfect fuck. A perfect, romantic fuck. Whispers and moans and the soft sound of my body slapping against his. I came so hard. I loved filling his ass. It was the most amazing feeling and emotion. Impossible to explain.
We stood there, my cock still inside him, for what seemed like several minutes. Maybe neither one wanted the moment to end. I held him close. After I slowly pulled out of him, my legs shakey and weak. He turned and back on the wall. He too, could barely stand. The most wonderful, clear thread of precum hung from his soft cock's tip. It drew me like a moth to a flame. It tasted amazing as I started to suck his sexy, soft cock and felt him swell between my lips. I pleasured him with my mouth and held him with my hands as he shook and I felt the rush of his cum. Swallowing it, feeling it slide down my throat made me feel intoxicated. I could imagine that it always would.
He had invited me over to his house to play. In the days that followed, we became closer friends and the memory of him seeing me and me seeing him took over more of my thoughts. He was so curious and so open about it. It was easy to get caught up in it. His forward nature, his casual attitude towards our bodies was disarming. He said, "This is what adults do," and lifted my T- shirt. Leaning forward, he suckec on my nipple. I had never felt it, I had no idea how good it could feel or it's effect on me. I could feel my eyes glaze over. I could actually feel them become glassy and my head become light. It must of been so obvious, he laughed. Seeing me so lost, he must of enjoyed it. I couldn't think straight. Boys were not supposed to make other boys feel this way!
All this seem to be before puberty. Honestly, those lines are so blurred, now. So many years have gone by. I remember him showing me his erection. Maybe, one of his first, I don't know. His once hooded dick now displayed a swollen head. It just struck me as so appealing. I guess, kind of nice to look at. Seeing it, seeing it so stiff, it made my own cock hard. Although, I don't think I put it together right away, but seeing him aroused had made me aroused. It was fun showing off to each other. It was about that time that we started to touch each other. I don't remember anything really being said beforehand. It just kind of happened naturally, organically. Both our first encounters, boy or girl. Although I kind of felt that I should not become aroused by another boy, it just felt so good and so right. Girls were pretty, but mysterys. I just knew that his touch felt amazing and surprisingly, touching him even more so. Almost every change we had, we would explore each other. Sneaking away to a back yard or bedroom. It was so much fun. Making each other so impossibly erect, stiff and hard.
When we found ourselves alone, we had began to get naked in front of one another. So freeing and erotic, seeing his nude form moving and his soft or erect cock swaying. So much fun to be nude together, pressing ourselves against each other. Laughing, lost in the firsttime pleasures. I enjoyed seeing him and I enjoyed feeling his eyes on me, too.
In my mind, kissing seemed to be the ultimate arousal. From watching movies and from seeing older teenagers. It seemed to be the ultimate, intimate, expression. Of course, it was always between boys and girls, but we only had each other. Maybe we even felt that way towards each other, in our own youthful, innocent way. It was an afternoon alone, both so eager to strip out of our clothes. I had learned how could it could feel, I ran my fingers over his chest and erect nipples. He did the same for me. Lowering our mouths, taking turns, we licked and sucked on ewch others, sensitive nipples. Making one another's cocks so very hard! I guess I had been thinking about it. I guess I was curious. Each step of the way it seemed to of been him to make the first move or suggestion. This time, though, it was me. As we stood close, glassy eyed and aroused. I brought my lips to his, in a soft embrace. We laughed, but there was no denying how good it felt. Our eyes meeting, we both leaned forward for another quick, gentle kiss and our hands moved to each other's hips, to caress them. Clear, sticky precum had formed at my cock's tip. I touched his and felt, his own leaking, wonderful fluid. I thought that I had experienced an orgasm. In my innocence, I only knew how good it felt and I did not know that there could be something even better ahead. Boy, how wrong I was!
Everything between us just sort of happened. That is how the next level in our friendship, our young relationship, occurred, too. I remember that I had been thinking about it. I wondered if he had been thinking about it, too. I had become so curious to try. It was unthinkable before, but now the desire seemed to be welling up. I know that I wanted to make feel good, but it was simply more selfish than that. I wanted to suck his cock for my own, curious pleasure.
Another wonderful, nude afternoon, but I found it difficult to speak. I was nervous, but shockingly driven. My eyes washed over his beautiful, soft cock and without a word, I moved to my knees in front of him. I felt such incredible urgency and took him straight into my mouth. The taste floored me. Odd, yet quickly wonderful. A taste and sensation like no other. In the weeks, months and years to come, a taste and sensation that would prove to be addictive. I felt him get so hard between my lips, as only young boys can. His body shook as I sucked on his sensitive erection. I held him with my hands, steadied him and continued to suck him until, he stopped me and layed down. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. I didn't have to. I knealed next to him and with one hand stroking him, I sucked eagerly on his cock's exposed head and tasted his amazingly sweet precum. I think I knew then, that I loved this.
He sat up, dizzy looking. The urge overtook him, as it had done to me. I layed back as he fell, face first, into my lap. My world started to spin when I felt his warm, wonderful mouth caress and suck me. My precum had been flowing, I knew that he now knew, as I did, the addictive, amazing flavor. We shared the experience together. Soon, we would also share our first, Earth shattering orgasms, together. Sucking and stroking each other, to shaking, glassy eyed orgasms. So completely lost in the pleasures of each other. There was no hiding and no shame.
As sometimes happens, whether from a move or change of grades, I lost contact with him. The memories never left, though. So strong and wonderful. They did make me yearn for another series of encounters, however. Ones the could only occur with, and between, another male. Several girlfriends has come and gone, but nothing filled the void. Yes, there was some exploration and sex. but nothing as deeply intimate, wonderful and fulfilling as what I had experienced before. I was in High School, now. Playing all the sports, getting the pretty girl's but still I yearned to be intimate with a boy. To be honest, I just craved cock. I just wanted to suck cock and experience that pleasure again.
There was an Asian boy in my grade. I felt drawn to him, almost immediately. Was it because of my first experiences were with another, I don't know. I think it had more to do with his demeanor. A little shy, more of a bookworm. Whenever I saw him, I made sure to say hi, even though he was outside of my group of friends. I had an idea. Although my grades were pretty good, I thought I could pretend to need a tutor. That way, I thought, I could get to know him without raising any eyebrows. If he were to tell anyone of my intentions, no one would beleive him anyways. At his dining room table, I sat close to him, his mom just in the other room. Brushing my leg against his, out of view, sent jolts of electricity through me. It was simply something that just rarely happened with girls, and it was intoxicating. He didn't pull away or move his leg, my instinct was so wonderfully right. I could feel my eager cock stir. Another brush and I left my legs pressed against his. The air was thick and silent now, only for his breathing. Which was becoming heavier by the minute. Under the table, out of site, I slowly moved my hand to his thigh. He shook and his breathing became shakey. I let my hand move along his upper thigh and my finger tips caress the bulge in his pants. I felt him, pulsing and raging in his pants. It took my breath away. It was all so erotic and so arousing! My hard on strained against the material of my pants. Oh, how I wished he would touch me, too! We leaned into each other. He was so nervous, but so turned on. I could feel it, I could sense it. Oh, I wanted this so much! My face so close to his, my finger tips gently caressing his erection, I leaned towards him. He pulled away, just a little. Maybe surprised, maybe not willing to give into it. I moved forward again, and this time our lips met. Just that quickly, his Mom's voice rang out and shattered the moment. She said it was time for dinner and time for me to go.
I stood and held my school bag in front of me, hiding my erection. I did not hide it from him, though. Before I left, I asked if I could come back sometime. He quickly said yes, and I turned away to hide my smile. It was simply thrilling! I could not wait!
The afternoon of our next meeting, my cock got hard everytime I thought about what might happen. I don't know how else to say it, except that I felt desperate for it. Once inside, the house seemed quiet and empty. I asked if his Mom was home and when he said no, I could not help but wonder if he had set it up that way. All I knew for sure was that I wasn't going to waste the chance! He looked so cute and nervous. He was absolutley shaking. I should of been nervous, too, but I think the lust and desires overrode everything else. I just wanted and needed this so much. I stood close to him. I touched his trembling arms. He was already breathing hard with anticipation when I ran my hands under his shirt. Rubbing and caressing his nipples, he closed his eyes, titled his head back and opened his mouth in pleasure. His lips, his mouth looked so inviting. I gently pinched his nipples and brought my mouth to his. He sighed and moaned as our lips touched and our tongues met, so sexy. I wanted to make him cum in the worst way, ever!
Oh, how I wanted his cock! We quickly moved to a more private spot. He seemed dizzy, light headed. I remembered that wonderful feeling. Seeing it in him only made me want him more. I moved to my knees and felt his erection through his pants. He was positively shaking, now. I undid his fly and pulled his pants down, freeing his gorgeous, stiff dick. His bulbous cock's head, I had to taste it, I had to have it in my mouth. Now, it was my turn to sigh as it touched the back of my throat. The memories, excitiment and pleasure came rushing back. That familiar, wonderful flavor. Then, the familiar sweet taste of precum. I wanted him to cum, but I wanted so much more. I pulled my lips from his sexy cock to lap at and suck on his salty balls. Fuck, they felt amazing. Tight and full, such a turn on. I licked and sucked them and ran my hands over his cute, firm, little ass. His moans, his ttembling body, told me he wanted more, too. I held his ass cheeks and squeezed them, kneaded them and gently spread them apart. He inhaled sharply. I ran my finger tip along his opening and he gasped. So sexy, it was easy to see the affect on him. It was easy to imagine him dreaming of getting fucked.
I took his wondeeful, hard, dripping cock back in mouth and lovingly sucked him. Holding his ass and moaning for him, he quickly came and flooded my mouth with thick, wonderful semen. I didn't even think, I did not even hesitate. As his cum rushed in, I began to swallow it. My body tingled and my brain melted as it slid down my throat. It was the most erotic and sensual feeling.
I looked up at his cute, glassy eyed face. It was the look of ultimate pleasure. I got up and wiped cum from my chin. Taking his hands, I put them on my hard cock and he rubbed it passionately. Under my breath, running my hand over his ass, I asked in a whisper, "Do you want to fuck?" Shly, quietly, he whispered back, "Maybe next time, I don't know how much time we have. But, can I suck you?" My pulse raced at the thoughts. I could imagine the times ahead. I could imagine him my secret boyfriend. He moved to his knees, more sure of himself, it seemed. The joy and lust for cock can be so powerful. I watched his shaking hands take my erection out and stroke it. His soft, wonderful hand felt amazing. I closed my eyes, lost in pleasure as he started to lick and suck me. We both moaned, we both loved it and became lost in the bliss of it.
Gosh, his wonderful, wet mouth. Soon, he had me shaking as I released my built up and edged orgasm. He had pulled away, but continued to hold me and stroke me. I looked down to see thick, white ropes of sperm shoot out and land on his face and chest. He gasped, I think in surprise and delight. Had he pulled away on purpose? Then, he moaned and dove his cock hungry mouth back onto me, making me tremble and feed him even more spurting cum. I thought I might be in love!
He looked so sexy covered in my cum. I helped him to his feet. He could only look down, maybe from being shy, maybe he was ashamed. I put my hand under his chin and lifted it up. I pressed my lips to his and as he sighed, I felt his body go limp. Perhaps it was the last of his inhabitions melting away. Maybe it was his fantasy to be in another boy's arms.
It was just the most incredible afternoon. There was no doubt that it was the most erotic encounter of my life. More than that, it cemented what I had long felt. I craved being with him again. So much more thrilling than any experience with a girl. I could only imagine how good it would feel to push my cock into his perky, tight, little ass. To feel his body against mine. To kiss his neck and to hear his moans and breathing as I thrusted in and out of him. Oh, how I wanted to cum inside him! Oh, how I could not wait to make him cum again, too! To suck his beautiful dick and to make him shake with pleasure as he gives me his wonderful load. Oh, how I wanted to kiss him again. To make out with him. Arousingly, passionately, our tongues deep inside each other's, lusty mouths again.
In school, I had to catch myself because every chance I had, I would brush against him. Simply touches and when no one was looking, I'd squeeze his ass or kiss his neck. He would tell me later how excited he would get. I loved our secret and told him so, right back. The days and hours til our next, "study" session were torture. Every teen boy is obsessed with sex and we were no different. We set up little meetings until we could be together again. Behind a building or behind a tree in a park. Quickly making out and feeling each other's rock hard cocks. Sometimes, I thought that they were more harm than good, making me want him and so badly needing that release. Looking back now though, I see that they were wonderful and so sensual.
Alone again in his house, he planned it perfectly that his Mother would not be home. My hands under his shirt, my hands around his ass, we kissed. He shuddered and moaned, it was so sexy. It made it clear how much he wanted this, too. Pulling from our kiss, I whispered, "You make me so hard," in his ear. It made him smile. I opened his fly and let his pants fall to the floor. My hands now could feel his bare ass and spread him open to expose his hole. He breathed heavy. I could see how much he wanted and loved to be touched. It made me want to be inside him all the more! Kissing his mouth, kissing his neck and ear, I whispered again to him, "Suck my cock." He eagerly fell to his knees and lubed my dick with his saliva. He looked so beautiful sucking me. Taking him by the shoulders, gently guided him to his feet and up against a wall. When I turned him towards it, he gasped, knowing what was to come. My hands ran over his slender waist and hips, heightening both our arousal. Just the cutest, little ass. With my hands holding his cheeks apart, I could see his delicate, gorgeous opening. I rubbed my glistening cock's tip along it. Under his breath, I heard just the slightest, "Yes," escape his lips. It was the biggest turn on. I pushed my cock's head against him, then pushed it inside. He fought off crying out. As he stood, his hands bracing himself against a wall, my own hands seemed to grip his waist even tighter, letting him know that he was mine.
My fingers sank into his sides as I slowly puahed my saliva dripp8ng cock into his asshole. He felt so good and looked so amazing. His eyes slammed shut, but mouth gaped. A look of ecstasy as his tight, wonderful body adjusted to accept and welcome me. Oh, yes! I could now feel his soft, perfect ass cheeks against my groin. A perfect fuck. A perfect, romantic fuck. Whispers and moans and the soft sound of my body slapping against his. I came so hard. I loved filling his ass. It was the most amazing feeling and emotion. Impossible to explain.
We stood there, my cock still inside him, for what seemed like several minutes. Maybe neither one wanted the moment to end. I held him close. After I slowly pulled out of him, my legs shakey and weak. He turned and back on the wall. He too, could barely stand. The most wonderful, clear thread of precum hung from his soft cock's tip. It drew me like a moth to a flame. It tasted amazing as I started to suck his sexy, soft cock and felt him swell between my lips. I pleasured him with my mouth and held him with my hands as he shook and I felt the rush of his cum. Swallowing it, feeling it slide down my throat made me feel intoxicated. I could imagine that it always would.
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