How it started. The Pathfinder.
While writing "The Pathfinder" story, so many memories came flooding back to me. There were of youth, they were of my best friend and the sexual explorations and discoveries that we shared together. Before anything at all happened, we were friends first. Maybe that was part of it being so special. He was a handsome and popular guy and he always had a girlfriend. I did ok back then, too. But, to my frustration, the girls never pursued me like they did him. Yet, he also always seemed to be slightly disinterested in them. Perhaps that should of been a sign. I see now, looking back, that I missed so many signs. He would make comments, he would sort of flirt. I just took them as if he was joking. Maybe, I even subconciously flirted at times with him, too. I had secret desires. I had always found cock to be so thrilling, so alluring. I had never acted on any of those urges, though. I also did not think of my friend in that way until that amazing morning, alone in his room.
Perhaps, I had been naive, but I just didn't realize his advances. I did not know that his curiousity and his urges had been building. I guess mine had been, also. That morning, seeing him like that, it was the realization of all my horny, late night fantasies. Although, I never expected the object of all that lust to be him. He simply looked so alluring. More than that, our explorations together would soon prove to be so much more than I expected, so much more amazing.
That morning, I had walked into his room, like so many other mornings. His bedroom door was only opened part way, usually it was wide open. As I entered, he shifted under the covers and seemed to push them off of himself, exposing his unexpectedly shapely ass. Still seeming to be asleep, my eyes were drawn to him. His tight, firm and smooth cheeks, his tan lines. I could not take my eyes off of him as I felt those secret desires welling up inside me and coming to the surface. Then, he turned. His eyes shut, totally nude, he rolled onto his back and I watched his beautiful, soft cock come to rest against his thigh. His full, tight and smooth balls looked so unexpectedly inviting. The sight of him, It took my breath away. I was so nervous, but desperate to feel him om my lips, in my mouth. I touched his lower leg. Was he still asleep? Subconsciously, I think I knew he wasn't. Consciously, I hoped he was. As if in slow motion, as if outside of myself, I slowly sat down, gently on his bed, next to him. My head was spinning. How could I be doing this? I wondered. How could I not? Oh, how I wanted to do it. How badly I wanted to experience it. Slow motion, moving in stages, complete tunnel vision, completley lost to the lust, I leaned over. My own cock, already so hard, I could not deny to myself how badly I wanted this. So nervous, but oh so driven. I slowly, cautiously, continued to lean over until my horny lips brushed against his tight ball sack. Oh, it felt so wonderful! Instinctively, my mouth moved up his shaft and felt it stir and stiffen under my lips. It was intoxicating! I think he moved his head, I think he may of moaned. I don't know, I could not think straight. I stuck my tongue out and gently licked the underside of his cock's head. How could it taste so good? Instantly addictive, I could just feel it. I could feel it wash over me. His cock was hard and throbbing now. Just so sexy, so lustly! I had never been so turned on! I only wanted more!
Before I slid my trembling lips over his throbbing, dripping cock's tip, I looked up to see his eyes still shut, but his mouth open and gaped. I told myself it was fine, I told myself he was asleep. But, did I really want him to be? I took his erection into my mouth and felt my eyes glaze over at the amazing taste. The amazing sensation of feeling his warm, firm dick throb and bounce. I went down on him, it seemed so wonderfully natural and felt his tip press against the back of my throat. I had to fight off my moans, as I blissfully sucked his dick, up and down. Only pausing long enough to lick and gently suck his delicous, musky balls. I sucked his cock, completley lost, for I don't know how long, before I felt his body become tense. He exhaled and I felt a rush of warm, salty fluid enter my mouth. My mind raced, "He came! He just came in my mouth!" I tried to process all that it meant, there was no going back, but also realized that I was still sucking him. I realized that I had, without thinking, swallowed it. It tasted odd at first, but oh, how I wanted all of it. It tasted amazing, it made me feel amazing. So horny, I guess I sursprised myself by sucking every drop of cum from his softening cock.
I slowly got up from sitting on his bedside. My legs felt wobbly and weak. I thought I should go. I thought that I could not possibly stay. What could be said? I started to walk out, eager to escape, but stopped at his front door. A feeling came over me. How could I miss this opportunity? If I left, it may be the end of it. If I stayed, it might become so much more. Even if it didn't, I told myself, I could just play it off, but I knew that I had to see his reaction. I had to know what would become of this. I went back to his room. I could hear him rustling in his bed. I think he had heard me coming back and tried to pretend that he was still asleep. It was no use. I sat down and shook his leg. I just could not live without knowing what was to come next. He stirred and looked away with a smile and said, "Hey." He stuck his bare leg out of the covers, then slowly pulled them off of his crotch, as if he didn't know that he was exposing himself. I was still so hard, my cock ached! He stretched, letting himself become even more uncovered. He let his hand fall to my leg, I shifted. He let his finger tips run across my erection, it was too much! I stood and as he watched, I let my shorts fall to the floor. He stared at my rock hard cock, so wet with precum. Without any words, he moved to the edge of his bed, swung his legs over and started to suck me. Besides sucking him, it was easily the greatest experience of my life. His warm, wet mouth felt simply amazing. So much better, so much more eager, than any girl I had ever known. I was so much more turned on, so much harder than ever before. I just could not hold back, I began to shake and cum. Spurt after spurt, wave after wave, washed over me and shot out of me. I had never cum so much, that amazing orgasm seemed endless. He pulled my cock from between his lips and it spilled out as my still erupting dick shot ropes unto his face and chest. He gasped, I thought that it must be such an amazing sensation. To feel a erupting cock's cum cover you.
When he ran his fingers through my cum and brought them to his lips, it said everything without actually saying a word. It was like he was saying that this could only be the start. It was like his gesture saying, he too, wanted so much more. As for my silent gesture, I reached down and felt his wonderful, cum soaked cock and squeezed and stroked it. Like a moth to a flame.
The rest of that morning was a weird and wonderful mix of trying to pretend that everything was the same, but knowing that it wasn't. A mix of emotions, confusion and lust. Within hours, when we found ourselves back in his room, it was clear. This is what he both wanted, needed and craved. Stripping out of our clothes, becoming dizzy in the anticipation. Each moment brought more comfort, each moment brought a feeling of being able to be a little bit more free, a little bit more open, a little bit more exploratory.. There was a giddy lightness to this encounter. More smiles and laughs as we both started to understand what was evolving. I grapped his ass, desperate to feel it. He made it clear that he liked it. Our roles, our desires already emerging. It had only been a few hours, but I quickly filled his eager mouth again and stroked and sucked him until he fed me his own cum load. It was thrilling, the most incredible sexual pleasure of my young life.
It was not a surprise that my attraction to his ass would lead to more. The amazing sensation of licking him and pressing my face between his cheeks, I loved it. It also usually made me want to fuck him and made him want to be fucked. Sinking my fingers into his sides. Hearing his labored breathing as I slammed into him. Both so lost in the pleasure and lust. Seeing his delicate, little opening, it just made me feel primal. It just made me want to pound my cock into it and up his ass.
One incredible afternoon, our usual roles reversed. He started to rim me, moaning, passionately tonguing my ass. It just made me want him. It made me want to be taken by him. To feel him move inside me, to know what it is like and to feel the flood of his cum.
I don't think titles are necessary, but if I had to say, I would have to call him the "bottom." However, that does not mean that I did not play that role from time to time, even crave it. I don't consider myself "submissive," or a "sissy," but giving into those desires were some of the most amazing experiences I have had. Feeling his weight on me. Feeling my body move with each and every one of his thrusts. Having his hard cock deep inside me somehow made my own cock even harder. It made my own orgasms even more intense. It wasn't that often, but sometimes, I just so wanted him to fuck me. Sometimes, I wanted to give in and feel submissive, fucked and used. Used in that wonderful way that only cock can bring. Sometimes, I just wanted to feel wonderful, hard dick inside me. Sometimes, my hole seemed to crave being pounded and filled with warm, sticky cum.
Oh, that first time. We were alone in his room once more. He had two beautiful sisters and he had snuck away a pair of sexy little panties to wear. I knew that they were for him to wear, but when he asked if I wanted to try them on, for some reason it just seemed so erotic and hot! I think it surprised him, but I slipped them on. It felt amazing to be caressed by the soft, sexy girly material. They made me feel girly. I remember turning, rubbing my ass against his crotch. He fell to his knees, like I had done before, for him. He pulled the panties to the side and pressed his face between my ass checks. Like I loved to do to him. I felt such a need. His beautiful hard cock so close. We didn't use a lot of words, especially in the beginning. It was just nature taking it's course, it was just going by instinct. I layed down on his bed, my panty covered ass in the air. Oh, how I wanted it! Just to be fucked! His breathing seemed so sexy to me, so filled with lust. I had fucked him, but was slow, I was more gentle. He pressed this swollen cock's head on my opening and pushed into me hard. I cried out, it hurt but in the most amazing of ways. I reached back, I tried to slow him down. Then, I gave into it and grabbed my ass cheek and pulled myself open for him, as I had watched him do for me. A surprising, soft, "Yes," escaped my lips as he pushed into me deeper. My ass struggled to accept him, but I only knew that I did not want him to stop. The grinding motion, the thrusts, stretching me, filling me. I felt on the edge of orgasm the whole time. It was a mental fuck, as much as a physical one. I mean, giving into those urges, wanting and letting myself, to be used. To feel the pleasure of being submissive, even if just for the moment.
Slapping and slamming against me, into me, he shook and came so hard. I felt his release and felt the warm spurts of his cum fill my asshole. In that moment, I thought it would be so easy to become a total and complete sissy. The young emotions and pleasures of youth. I did feel closer, though. As I rolled over and felt the wettness of my precum dripping cock, as he brought his mouth to me and tasted it, I marveled at his lusty lips. I began to wonder what it would be like to kiss.
Our first kiss, it came after he had thrown his legs back, confident in his desire, wanting to be filled and fucked. I loved licking his boipussy, then sucking on his sexy, tight and smooth balls. I loved it all. It was the first time we would fuck this way, face to face. Holding his own legs back, pulling me up from his soaked and wet hole, my cock found his opening with ease. The look in his eyes. Excitement, pleasure, shock, as I pushed myself into him right away. So tight, I moved my cock slowly deeper. His expression, his heavy breathing, feeling his balls and cock against me as I sank into him, up to my own balls. His mouth seemed so inviting at that moment. It just seemed so right. As I throbbed inside him, his body pinned between my forearms, we both leaned towards each other. First, his soft, full lips, then his tongue. I thought I might cum! Such a turn on! As I started to thrust into him harder, he moaned around my tongue as I kissed him, deeply.
More sissy urges were explored, more pleasures found. Pulling him on top of me, feeling his cum splash on my face, in my mouth, as he straddled my chest. Why is getting cummed on so arousing? Ever since that very first morning, I had craved this. I had seen the erotic pleasure it had brought him, I wanted that, too. Impossible to explain, but it it is dizzying and intoxicated and so very sensual. I had never seen how sexy it is to see a cumming cock. To see it and feel it, the sensation, the arosing scent of semen.
There were still girls around and we did some double dating, but those nights usually ended with us tasting each other's cum after we dropped the girls off. Sucking his cock was so much more of a turn on anyways. Nothing made me harder. One night, I heard a knock on my window. I thought it was just another night that ended in frustration for him and he simply needed release. He smiled that smile and asked if I wanted to taste her as he took his soft cock out. He had just fucked her. Oddly, I found it such a turn on. I had always been so attracted to her. I eagerly sucked his sweet, salty cum and pussy covered cock. He put his head back and ran his fingers through my hair and quickly came, filling my mouth and senses. He later told me that he wasn't able to cum with her. Was it because they were interupted, or was it because of his emerging and overwhelming gay, cock lusts?
We shared so many incredible experiences. The memories just flood back. Camping together on the beach, camping with friends, under the stars, to the sound of crashing waves. An early morning spent sharing a sexy, big cocked young stranger. Late nights, with friends sleeping all around us, the urges just to strong to deny. Silently, slowly and cautiously, our finger tips would find each other. Quietly, under the cover of darkness and our sleeping bags, we would stroke each other. Feeling his amazing cock, trying desperately not to moan or make noise, it was thrilling. Just the most amazing times.
It was just sex for sex's sake. It was the unquenchable lust and need for boy on boy sex.
Perhaps, I had been naive, but I just didn't realize his advances. I did not know that his curiousity and his urges had been building. I guess mine had been, also. That morning, seeing him like that, it was the realization of all my horny, late night fantasies. Although, I never expected the object of all that lust to be him. He simply looked so alluring. More than that, our explorations together would soon prove to be so much more than I expected, so much more amazing.
That morning, I had walked into his room, like so many other mornings. His bedroom door was only opened part way, usually it was wide open. As I entered, he shifted under the covers and seemed to push them off of himself, exposing his unexpectedly shapely ass. Still seeming to be asleep, my eyes were drawn to him. His tight, firm and smooth cheeks, his tan lines. I could not take my eyes off of him as I felt those secret desires welling up inside me and coming to the surface. Then, he turned. His eyes shut, totally nude, he rolled onto his back and I watched his beautiful, soft cock come to rest against his thigh. His full, tight and smooth balls looked so unexpectedly inviting. The sight of him, It took my breath away. I was so nervous, but desperate to feel him om my lips, in my mouth. I touched his lower leg. Was he still asleep? Subconsciously, I think I knew he wasn't. Consciously, I hoped he was. As if in slow motion, as if outside of myself, I slowly sat down, gently on his bed, next to him. My head was spinning. How could I be doing this? I wondered. How could I not? Oh, how I wanted to do it. How badly I wanted to experience it. Slow motion, moving in stages, complete tunnel vision, completley lost to the lust, I leaned over. My own cock, already so hard, I could not deny to myself how badly I wanted this. So nervous, but oh so driven. I slowly, cautiously, continued to lean over until my horny lips brushed against his tight ball sack. Oh, it felt so wonderful! Instinctively, my mouth moved up his shaft and felt it stir and stiffen under my lips. It was intoxicating! I think he moved his head, I think he may of moaned. I don't know, I could not think straight. I stuck my tongue out and gently licked the underside of his cock's head. How could it taste so good? Instantly addictive, I could just feel it. I could feel it wash over me. His cock was hard and throbbing now. Just so sexy, so lustly! I had never been so turned on! I only wanted more!
Before I slid my trembling lips over his throbbing, dripping cock's tip, I looked up to see his eyes still shut, but his mouth open and gaped. I told myself it was fine, I told myself he was asleep. But, did I really want him to be? I took his erection into my mouth and felt my eyes glaze over at the amazing taste. The amazing sensation of feeling his warm, firm dick throb and bounce. I went down on him, it seemed so wonderfully natural and felt his tip press against the back of my throat. I had to fight off my moans, as I blissfully sucked his dick, up and down. Only pausing long enough to lick and gently suck his delicous, musky balls. I sucked his cock, completley lost, for I don't know how long, before I felt his body become tense. He exhaled and I felt a rush of warm, salty fluid enter my mouth. My mind raced, "He came! He just came in my mouth!" I tried to process all that it meant, there was no going back, but also realized that I was still sucking him. I realized that I had, without thinking, swallowed it. It tasted odd at first, but oh, how I wanted all of it. It tasted amazing, it made me feel amazing. So horny, I guess I sursprised myself by sucking every drop of cum from his softening cock.
I slowly got up from sitting on his bedside. My legs felt wobbly and weak. I thought I should go. I thought that I could not possibly stay. What could be said? I started to walk out, eager to escape, but stopped at his front door. A feeling came over me. How could I miss this opportunity? If I left, it may be the end of it. If I stayed, it might become so much more. Even if it didn't, I told myself, I could just play it off, but I knew that I had to see his reaction. I had to know what would become of this. I went back to his room. I could hear him rustling in his bed. I think he had heard me coming back and tried to pretend that he was still asleep. It was no use. I sat down and shook his leg. I just could not live without knowing what was to come next. He stirred and looked away with a smile and said, "Hey." He stuck his bare leg out of the covers, then slowly pulled them off of his crotch, as if he didn't know that he was exposing himself. I was still so hard, my cock ached! He stretched, letting himself become even more uncovered. He let his hand fall to my leg, I shifted. He let his finger tips run across my erection, it was too much! I stood and as he watched, I let my shorts fall to the floor. He stared at my rock hard cock, so wet with precum. Without any words, he moved to the edge of his bed, swung his legs over and started to suck me. Besides sucking him, it was easily the greatest experience of my life. His warm, wet mouth felt simply amazing. So much better, so much more eager, than any girl I had ever known. I was so much more turned on, so much harder than ever before. I just could not hold back, I began to shake and cum. Spurt after spurt, wave after wave, washed over me and shot out of me. I had never cum so much, that amazing orgasm seemed endless. He pulled my cock from between his lips and it spilled out as my still erupting dick shot ropes unto his face and chest. He gasped, I thought that it must be such an amazing sensation. To feel a erupting cock's cum cover you.
When he ran his fingers through my cum and brought them to his lips, it said everything without actually saying a word. It was like he was saying that this could only be the start. It was like his gesture saying, he too, wanted so much more. As for my silent gesture, I reached down and felt his wonderful, cum soaked cock and squeezed and stroked it. Like a moth to a flame.
The rest of that morning was a weird and wonderful mix of trying to pretend that everything was the same, but knowing that it wasn't. A mix of emotions, confusion and lust. Within hours, when we found ourselves back in his room, it was clear. This is what he both wanted, needed and craved. Stripping out of our clothes, becoming dizzy in the anticipation. Each moment brought more comfort, each moment brought a feeling of being able to be a little bit more free, a little bit more open, a little bit more exploratory.. There was a giddy lightness to this encounter. More smiles and laughs as we both started to understand what was evolving. I grapped his ass, desperate to feel it. He made it clear that he liked it. Our roles, our desires already emerging. It had only been a few hours, but I quickly filled his eager mouth again and stroked and sucked him until he fed me his own cum load. It was thrilling, the most incredible sexual pleasure of my young life.
It was not a surprise that my attraction to his ass would lead to more. The amazing sensation of licking him and pressing my face between his cheeks, I loved it. It also usually made me want to fuck him and made him want to be fucked. Sinking my fingers into his sides. Hearing his labored breathing as I slammed into him. Both so lost in the pleasure and lust. Seeing his delicate, little opening, it just made me feel primal. It just made me want to pound my cock into it and up his ass.
One incredible afternoon, our usual roles reversed. He started to rim me, moaning, passionately tonguing my ass. It just made me want him. It made me want to be taken by him. To feel him move inside me, to know what it is like and to feel the flood of his cum.
I don't think titles are necessary, but if I had to say, I would have to call him the "bottom." However, that does not mean that I did not play that role from time to time, even crave it. I don't consider myself "submissive," or a "sissy," but giving into those desires were some of the most amazing experiences I have had. Feeling his weight on me. Feeling my body move with each and every one of his thrusts. Having his hard cock deep inside me somehow made my own cock even harder. It made my own orgasms even more intense. It wasn't that often, but sometimes, I just so wanted him to fuck me. Sometimes, I wanted to give in and feel submissive, fucked and used. Used in that wonderful way that only cock can bring. Sometimes, I just wanted to feel wonderful, hard dick inside me. Sometimes, my hole seemed to crave being pounded and filled with warm, sticky cum.
Oh, that first time. We were alone in his room once more. He had two beautiful sisters and he had snuck away a pair of sexy little panties to wear. I knew that they were for him to wear, but when he asked if I wanted to try them on, for some reason it just seemed so erotic and hot! I think it surprised him, but I slipped them on. It felt amazing to be caressed by the soft, sexy girly material. They made me feel girly. I remember turning, rubbing my ass against his crotch. He fell to his knees, like I had done before, for him. He pulled the panties to the side and pressed his face between my ass checks. Like I loved to do to him. I felt such a need. His beautiful hard cock so close. We didn't use a lot of words, especially in the beginning. It was just nature taking it's course, it was just going by instinct. I layed down on his bed, my panty covered ass in the air. Oh, how I wanted it! Just to be fucked! His breathing seemed so sexy to me, so filled with lust. I had fucked him, but was slow, I was more gentle. He pressed this swollen cock's head on my opening and pushed into me hard. I cried out, it hurt but in the most amazing of ways. I reached back, I tried to slow him down. Then, I gave into it and grabbed my ass cheek and pulled myself open for him, as I had watched him do for me. A surprising, soft, "Yes," escaped my lips as he pushed into me deeper. My ass struggled to accept him, but I only knew that I did not want him to stop. The grinding motion, the thrusts, stretching me, filling me. I felt on the edge of orgasm the whole time. It was a mental fuck, as much as a physical one. I mean, giving into those urges, wanting and letting myself, to be used. To feel the pleasure of being submissive, even if just for the moment.
Slapping and slamming against me, into me, he shook and came so hard. I felt his release and felt the warm spurts of his cum fill my asshole. In that moment, I thought it would be so easy to become a total and complete sissy. The young emotions and pleasures of youth. I did feel closer, though. As I rolled over and felt the wettness of my precum dripping cock, as he brought his mouth to me and tasted it, I marveled at his lusty lips. I began to wonder what it would be like to kiss.
Our first kiss, it came after he had thrown his legs back, confident in his desire, wanting to be filled and fucked. I loved licking his boipussy, then sucking on his sexy, tight and smooth balls. I loved it all. It was the first time we would fuck this way, face to face. Holding his own legs back, pulling me up from his soaked and wet hole, my cock found his opening with ease. The look in his eyes. Excitement, pleasure, shock, as I pushed myself into him right away. So tight, I moved my cock slowly deeper. His expression, his heavy breathing, feeling his balls and cock against me as I sank into him, up to my own balls. His mouth seemed so inviting at that moment. It just seemed so right. As I throbbed inside him, his body pinned between my forearms, we both leaned towards each other. First, his soft, full lips, then his tongue. I thought I might cum! Such a turn on! As I started to thrust into him harder, he moaned around my tongue as I kissed him, deeply.
More sissy urges were explored, more pleasures found. Pulling him on top of me, feeling his cum splash on my face, in my mouth, as he straddled my chest. Why is getting cummed on so arousing? Ever since that very first morning, I had craved this. I had seen the erotic pleasure it had brought him, I wanted that, too. Impossible to explain, but it it is dizzying and intoxicated and so very sensual. I had never seen how sexy it is to see a cumming cock. To see it and feel it, the sensation, the arosing scent of semen.
There were still girls around and we did some double dating, but those nights usually ended with us tasting each other's cum after we dropped the girls off. Sucking his cock was so much more of a turn on anyways. Nothing made me harder. One night, I heard a knock on my window. I thought it was just another night that ended in frustration for him and he simply needed release. He smiled that smile and asked if I wanted to taste her as he took his soft cock out. He had just fucked her. Oddly, I found it such a turn on. I had always been so attracted to her. I eagerly sucked his sweet, salty cum and pussy covered cock. He put his head back and ran his fingers through my hair and quickly came, filling my mouth and senses. He later told me that he wasn't able to cum with her. Was it because they were interupted, or was it because of his emerging and overwhelming gay, cock lusts?
We shared so many incredible experiences. The memories just flood back. Camping together on the beach, camping with friends, under the stars, to the sound of crashing waves. An early morning spent sharing a sexy, big cocked young stranger. Late nights, with friends sleeping all around us, the urges just to strong to deny. Silently, slowly and cautiously, our finger tips would find each other. Quietly, under the cover of darkness and our sleeping bags, we would stroke each other. Feeling his amazing cock, trying desperately not to moan or make noise, it was thrilling. Just the most amazing times.
It was just sex for sex's sake. It was the unquenchable lust and need for boy on boy sex.
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