My first boyfriend.
My first time with another guy was in High School and he was my best friend. Sexually frustrated with the girls we were dating maybe, but that was not the driving factor, really. Instead, it was a curious lust, maybe even a need. Forbidden back then, but it didn't matter. It was the attraction to, the undeniable allure of cock that drove us both.
We were both slim, incredibly fit. Days spent surfing and laying on the warm beach's sand had us both tanned, lean and toned. It did not happen right away, but it did grow organically. I comment here, a glance there. I could say that maybe it was just a young curiosity, but it was more. We found out that we were both extremely bisexual, especially for each other. We both seemed to hit this point at the same time, where the desire for cock, the attraction to another boy's shapely ass, could sometimes just be so overwhelming.
I could feel him pulse and throb inside me. I thought that this would be mostly for him, his pleasure, but now I was not so sure. He felt incredible. It hurt at first, but became this wonderful, intimate connection between us. It was just gay sex, for sure, but better. Better than I imagined. Looking back, it was part physical, part mental. Like swallowing his cum that first time. I wanted it, but feared that I shouldn't. I guess when I passionately licked around his cock's head, that was an indication. When I willingly licked and sucked his tight, beautiful balls, that to was an indication, too. Then, loving his hands on my hips, loving having his hard cock pulsing and spurting cum inside me, yes they were all more than indications. They were proof of a love of incredible, wonderful, gay sex. Let me go back to the start, though.
It could of started when we began changing our clothes together, or getting into our wetsuits. Quick, curious, innocent glances at each other. It could of sparked a curiousness, a lust. Maybe it was due to our closeness as friends, maybe that made it so easy to become intimate. That very first time was at his house. You would think that it would of happened at night, maybe during a sleep over. Or maybe after sneaking away a couple beers, having lowered our inhabitions. No, it happened in the afternoon, right after school. We sat on his couch in his dimly lit family's tv room. There was this different kind of feeling in the air. I think we had both been thinking about it, hinting about it. Saying how horny we both were, saying I will if you will. The anticipation! "Take your cock out." "You take your's out." It seemed like a blur. A frenzy of lust and curious, driven desire. Feeling his touch sent jolts of dizzying electricity through me. I felt light headed, yet touching him was even better, even more exciting. I knew so very quickly that touching his cock was the biggest sexual thrill I had ever known. My fingers explored his length and well defined cock's head. Never being so aroused before. I had no way of knowing it then, but his cock would be life changing. So warm, so beautiful, so firm and suckable. My desire for it seemed overwhelming.
I felt intoxicated as he started to suck me. Somehow, his lips looked so full and kissable to me, now. When he lifted his head from my lap, I so wonderfully and naturally went down on him. I so wanted to know the feeling. Running my lips over him, feeling him, tasting him. It made me even harder and even more turned on. My first taste of his sweet precum, I was hooked immediately. It's funny now, but at the time, neither one of us would admit to how much we loved it, all of it. We didn't want the other to think that we might be totally gay. This was just experiementing, we told ourselves. Having to fight off the urges to moan, the pleasure that cock made us feel. Thankfully, all that pretending was short lived, though.
I could feel my orgasm building. His mouth, I had never felt anything better. As if on cue, he stopped sucking me again, leaving me on the edge of orgasm. Once more, and I got to experience the euphoric feeling of moving my mouth down to his cock. I sucked him hard this time, I was filled with this desire, this unexplainable urge to make him cum. Fuck, his dick felt amazing, up and down, turning each other on more and more. He told me that he was going to cum. I only sucked him harder. I wanted it, I wanted to know, to taste it. In an instant, I knew what to do. Let him shoot into my mouth and then pull away, like I was surprised. He would not know that I wanted it, he would not think that I was totally gay for him. The silly thoughts and concerns of a teenage boy! That first, powerful and flavorful shot of cum rushed into my mouth and I pulled away. Immediately, I felt it's addictive magic wash over me. I swallowed and felt it slide down my throat, transfoming me. I had not even realized that I was still lovingly jerking him, his warm, thick, white cum covering my fingers as he shook and trembled. There was a big drop of clear fluid on my cock's tip, he would taste it as he sucked me once more. So very quickly I came, too. I had never felt something so intense as that first time, filling his mouth. He did not pull away, as I had. He let my cum flood into his mouth and run out the sides as he continued to suck me, making me quiver. I was so jealous! I wished that I had been so brave.
I could not wait for our next encounter, I thought that he would feel the same. I was so aroused thinking about it that I felt my cock become wet with precum. The new found urges, how could they be so strong, so fast? I could barely keep my hands off of him when we next met. As he pulled off his shirt, my hands ran over his chest as I waited anxiously for his cock. Before his pants even hit the floor, my eager eyes washed over him and drank him in. Giving in to what I had desperately wanted, I kissed his growing cock and caressed his thighs and ass. He sat back and rasied his legs. He was always so much bolder than I was! His full, tight balls looked so inviting. The sight of him! Seeing his asshole for the first time. How it aroused it made me, so much so, it surprised me. In that moment, I felt the urge to lick him, to run my tomgue over the delicate folds of his opening, but I was too shy. That would change, though! If he had only asked, though! My mouth instead caressed his balls and licked up his cock's delicious precum. It was all so sexy, such an incredible turn on. We made each other cum, leaving us both incredibly spent and satisfied. I knew deeply that I wanted more.
Days later, we rushed to his house once more. Wanting to take things further, becoming bolder. I pulled off his shirt as he pulled off mine. Undoing each other's pants. If you had asked me days earlier, I would of thought that there was no way! But now, the urge and desire to kiss felt overwhelming. Hands on each other's waist, running over each other's asses. I think we both knew, I think we both felt it. We pressed against one another. I had no idea how good that could feel! His nipples touching mine, it seemed so sensual. We were both so hard, now. Slowly, just so full of uncontrollable lust, I kissed him and felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I squeezed his ass in appreciation, encouraging him on. He held my ass and ran his fingers along my opening. It made me feel as if I was melting! I knew then that I would let him fuck me. I think I knew then that I actually wanted him to fuck me. Feeling him slip inside me, easier than I imagined, made me feel complete. It made me feel like I was his and he was mine. I was the first give a rimjob, fulfilling that urge I had since the beginning. He was beginning to show his kinky side, too. Pulling out of me and shooting his load on my ass and lower back, he immedaitely began licking it up, before ramming his still oozing cock back inside me.
When not alone together, the rest of the day and week, I was just another straight teen. Straight acting, nothing to let on about my secrets and how I was starting to feel inside, at least for him. My urges and needs, my body craved him.
We were both slim, incredibly fit. Days spent surfing and laying on the warm beach's sand had us both tanned, lean and toned. It did not happen right away, but it did grow organically. I comment here, a glance there. I could say that maybe it was just a young curiosity, but it was more. We found out that we were both extremely bisexual, especially for each other. We both seemed to hit this point at the same time, where the desire for cock, the attraction to another boy's shapely ass, could sometimes just be so overwhelming.
I could feel him pulse and throb inside me. I thought that this would be mostly for him, his pleasure, but now I was not so sure. He felt incredible. It hurt at first, but became this wonderful, intimate connection between us. It was just gay sex, for sure, but better. Better than I imagined. Looking back, it was part physical, part mental. Like swallowing his cum that first time. I wanted it, but feared that I shouldn't. I guess when I passionately licked around his cock's head, that was an indication. When I willingly licked and sucked his tight, beautiful balls, that to was an indication, too. Then, loving his hands on my hips, loving having his hard cock pulsing and spurting cum inside me, yes they were all more than indications. They were proof of a love of incredible, wonderful, gay sex. Let me go back to the start, though.
It could of started when we began changing our clothes together, or getting into our wetsuits. Quick, curious, innocent glances at each other. It could of sparked a curiousness, a lust. Maybe it was due to our closeness as friends, maybe that made it so easy to become intimate. That very first time was at his house. You would think that it would of happened at night, maybe during a sleep over. Or maybe after sneaking away a couple beers, having lowered our inhabitions. No, it happened in the afternoon, right after school. We sat on his couch in his dimly lit family's tv room. There was this different kind of feeling in the air. I think we had both been thinking about it, hinting about it. Saying how horny we both were, saying I will if you will. The anticipation! "Take your cock out." "You take your's out." It seemed like a blur. A frenzy of lust and curious, driven desire. Feeling his touch sent jolts of dizzying electricity through me. I felt light headed, yet touching him was even better, even more exciting. I knew so very quickly that touching his cock was the biggest sexual thrill I had ever known. My fingers explored his length and well defined cock's head. Never being so aroused before. I had no way of knowing it then, but his cock would be life changing. So warm, so beautiful, so firm and suckable. My desire for it seemed overwhelming.
I felt intoxicated as he started to suck me. Somehow, his lips looked so full and kissable to me, now. When he lifted his head from my lap, I so wonderfully and naturally went down on him. I so wanted to know the feeling. Running my lips over him, feeling him, tasting him. It made me even harder and even more turned on. My first taste of his sweet precum, I was hooked immediately. It's funny now, but at the time, neither one of us would admit to how much we loved it, all of it. We didn't want the other to think that we might be totally gay. This was just experiementing, we told ourselves. Having to fight off the urges to moan, the pleasure that cock made us feel. Thankfully, all that pretending was short lived, though.
I could feel my orgasm building. His mouth, I had never felt anything better. As if on cue, he stopped sucking me again, leaving me on the edge of orgasm. Once more, and I got to experience the euphoric feeling of moving my mouth down to his cock. I sucked him hard this time, I was filled with this desire, this unexplainable urge to make him cum. Fuck, his dick felt amazing, up and down, turning each other on more and more. He told me that he was going to cum. I only sucked him harder. I wanted it, I wanted to know, to taste it. In an instant, I knew what to do. Let him shoot into my mouth and then pull away, like I was surprised. He would not know that I wanted it, he would not think that I was totally gay for him. The silly thoughts and concerns of a teenage boy! That first, powerful and flavorful shot of cum rushed into my mouth and I pulled away. Immediately, I felt it's addictive magic wash over me. I swallowed and felt it slide down my throat, transfoming me. I had not even realized that I was still lovingly jerking him, his warm, thick, white cum covering my fingers as he shook and trembled. There was a big drop of clear fluid on my cock's tip, he would taste it as he sucked me once more. So very quickly I came, too. I had never felt something so intense as that first time, filling his mouth. He did not pull away, as I had. He let my cum flood into his mouth and run out the sides as he continued to suck me, making me quiver. I was so jealous! I wished that I had been so brave.
I could not wait for our next encounter, I thought that he would feel the same. I was so aroused thinking about it that I felt my cock become wet with precum. The new found urges, how could they be so strong, so fast? I could barely keep my hands off of him when we next met. As he pulled off his shirt, my hands ran over his chest as I waited anxiously for his cock. Before his pants even hit the floor, my eager eyes washed over him and drank him in. Giving in to what I had desperately wanted, I kissed his growing cock and caressed his thighs and ass. He sat back and rasied his legs. He was always so much bolder than I was! His full, tight balls looked so inviting. The sight of him! Seeing his asshole for the first time. How it aroused it made me, so much so, it surprised me. In that moment, I felt the urge to lick him, to run my tomgue over the delicate folds of his opening, but I was too shy. That would change, though! If he had only asked, though! My mouth instead caressed his balls and licked up his cock's delicious precum. It was all so sexy, such an incredible turn on. We made each other cum, leaving us both incredibly spent and satisfied. I knew deeply that I wanted more.
Days later, we rushed to his house once more. Wanting to take things further, becoming bolder. I pulled off his shirt as he pulled off mine. Undoing each other's pants. If you had asked me days earlier, I would of thought that there was no way! But now, the urge and desire to kiss felt overwhelming. Hands on each other's waist, running over each other's asses. I think we both knew, I think we both felt it. We pressed against one another. I had no idea how good that could feel! His nipples touching mine, it seemed so sensual. We were both so hard, now. Slowly, just so full of uncontrollable lust, I kissed him and felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I squeezed his ass in appreciation, encouraging him on. He held my ass and ran his fingers along my opening. It made me feel as if I was melting! I knew then that I would let him fuck me. I think I knew then that I actually wanted him to fuck me. Feeling him slip inside me, easier than I imagined, made me feel complete. It made me feel like I was his and he was mine. I was the first give a rimjob, fulfilling that urge I had since the beginning. He was beginning to show his kinky side, too. Pulling out of me and shooting his load on my ass and lower back, he immedaitely began licking it up, before ramming his still oozing cock back inside me.
When not alone together, the rest of the day and week, I was just another straight teen. Straight acting, nothing to let on about my secrets and how I was starting to feel inside, at least for him. My urges and needs, my body craved him.
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