A first encounter repeats itself.
Laying in the floor, it was a sleep over. Maybe my friend thought I was asleep, I'm not sure. I certainly pretended to be. Young and horny, everything was new and thrilling. When in the middle of the night, in the dark, I felt his touch I froze. I don't even think I breathed. It was just his hand on my leg, but it seemed to have purpose. It had warmth, it had electricity. I was not interested in boys, but my cock didn't seem to know the difference.
His hand slowly, softly moved up my thigh. My whole body tingled at his touch. My eyes rolled back and I became light headed as he neared my cock. I could feel my dick become hard and I could feel it bounce and throb. Even in the dark, he had to be able to see how arroused I was. Arroused, but nervous. I had a lump in my throat. I had never been touched like this before and it felt incredible. I knew he was nervous, also. His hand was trembling, and yet still he inched closer. What a sensation! What an amazing, wonderful sensation! I felt as if I had melted. Just a light headed, quivering erection, begging for more. I tried to hide it, but my head tilted back and my mouth opened in ecstasy when his fingers grazed across my throbbing dick. My head seemed to be spinning. How could this feel so good? How could I be so helpless to his touch? I couldn't believe how much I wanted this!
Slowly, he ran his fingers over my cock. I could feel myself respond. My cock throbbed and bounced. My body trembled and shook. His fingers wrapped around and stroked my shaft. I tried to pretend to be asleep, but my chest was heaving. All I could think was, please don't stop, please don't stop!
I felt even move closer to me. I felt his breath. I could sense his lust. His face so close to my cock, his hand still grpping and stoking me, he sighed softly. He wanted this as much as I did. Then his wet lips caressed me, savoured me. His tongue licked across my tip and made me feel intoxicated. He sucked me as I layed there, helpless to the pleasure. His wet lips slid up and down me, his warm mouth engulfing me. My young orgasm built. So young, back when every orgasm was earth shattering and mind blowing. Over whelming with such incredible and intense pleasure. He made me cum, nothing had ever felt better.
Having a friend sleep over became a regular thing. I craved a touch, I craved the pleasure. I tried to set it up, putting our beds next to each other. Then, in the dark, I would pretend to be asleep. A soft moan here, a light graze of my leg against his, there. Pretending to push my blanket off me as I slept, exposing my hard cock as it throbbed from beneath my shorts. Rolling over, next to him, touching him, my cock pressed against him. Sometimes, it would work. Sometimes, he would give in to his carnal urges. Sometimes, I would feel that incredible rush of excitement, I would feel his touch. Thrilling to lay there, having him think I was asleep, asleep and unaware of his advances. To feel his trembling finger tips, both of us so desparate for it, yet my needs a secret.
A new friend and another sleep over. He surprised me by changing in front of me. Maybe he was gauging me, seeing if I looked, seeing if I was interested. He was fit, not difficult to see that and even less difficult to see he had a large, hanging, swinging cock. He must of known, he had to of known he was hung and hung big. This was before I had ever touched another, but it may of been the spark. A seed planted that would grow. Growing curiousity, perhaps the earliest growth of lust. Again, I would be awake, eyes closed and waiting. Eyes closed and hoping. Yes, I felt his touch, but this was different, this was skilled. From under the covers, his hand found my cock. He pulled it and stroked it. He rubbed small circles on the underside of my cock's head with his thumb. Quickly, I lubed it, coating it with my own pre cum. Short, sensual breaths escaped my lips, giving away my pleasure. I heard him softly moan, "Yes." I didn't mean to, but I let out an "Mmmm."
It was an experience that I would come to crave, a high that I would start to chase. Letting boys and men pleasure me, it was a thrill unlike anything else. There had to be a another encounter and it came in the form of the hands and mouth of a much older man. At first, I was hesitant and nervous, just like that very first time. I had learned so much, about my body and about another's desires, yet it was all still so new. Sexual experiences were still all so new. I only knew that I wanted them. More than that, I needed them.
I layed back, hoping something might happen. The touch and sensual caress of another was so addicting. My breathing was shallow and fast. My young body was waiting, hoping to feel his touch. I had little reason to expect it, yet so wanted it. The air in the room seemed thick, thick with anticipation and yet so thin. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. It seemed difficult to breath. Nervous anticipation, it had a physical affect on me. Every muscle was tense, every nerve on end. I had been holding my breath, waiting, hoping, and didn't even know it. He touched my calves and a rush of air escaped my lungs. I sighed out loud. I didn't mean too, but I did. He would later tell me that it was the encouragement he was looking for and needed. I didn't ask for it, there were no words between us. I guess no words were needed. He rubbed my calves and back of my thighs now with purpose. He knew I wanted it. He knew I loved it. I squirmed in his hands. My cock was already hard and I had to move to adjust it. His hands, big and strong, ran up my thighs, over my little ass and squeezed me at the waist. Again, I sighed. My brain fizzy, my whole body tingly. With his hand gripping me, his finger tips found the head of my cock, sticking out from the side. He gently rubbed my tip and my world began to spin. Those big, strong hands, squeezing and kneading my lower back and waist, moved to my waist band. He slowly started to pull my shorts down, inch by erotic inch. The anticipation made me tremble amd without thinking, I arched my back, making it easier for him to remove them.
He rolled me over. I saw a sticky stream of pre cum from my throbbing cock's head to my belly. There was no hiding my excitement now and I shut my eyes, my body was his now for the taking. His hands ran across my chest, then down my sides and thighs. I could feel my hard cock bouncing and yet he did not touch it. Again, his hands, so strong, rubbed my upper thighs and abdomen. It was as if I melted, helpless and quivering. My mouth was open, trying to catch my breath, and a moan escaped my lips. He took my hand and pressed it against his hard cock as I layed there and still I kept my eyes shut, afraid to open them, afraid to break this spell. It felt warm, it felt powerful. I surprised my self by wrapping my fingers around him. I was shocked by how good it felt to touch him, shocked by how naturally it felt to stroke him. In an instant, I leaned over and put my mouth on him. It was as if intstinct, I didn't even think. I was immediately struck by how wonderful it felt, I felt. I had his cock in my mouth. Any question, any doubt slipped away as the thrill, the taste, the sensation and realizarion, washed over me. I now knew what my friend knew. I now understood his over powering desires. That dick felt so good in my mouth and it made me feel so incredibly sexy.
I sucked him and opened my eyes to see it, to see his cock. I had to know if this was real or not. Without warning, his body shook and he moaned out loud. I tasted an intoxicating flavor then quickly felt a powerful blast lf sperm hit the back of my throat, almost gagging me, I had to pull away. He grapped his cumming cock in his hand and pointed it at me. He stroked himself and shot white, warm, ropes of jizz onto my throbbing cock and belly.
His hand now careesed me. His cum covered fingers ran over my balls and across my shaft. I layed back down, a slave to the pleasure. He stroked me. His cum lubed fist moved up and down my cock and expertly teased my sensitive, engorged head. He made me cum. An explosion of semen, nerves and emotion. I was nothing more than a quivering lump of young flesh when he was done with me. Spent, and completely exhausted, I just layed there.
Days later, thinking about my encounters sent warm tingles through my body. How good it felt to be touched and how good it felt to do the touching. When I thought about tasting cum, it made my cock hard. It surpised me, the effect it had on me. I had pulled away, but not before his cum had slid down my throat. Not before I tasted it and had felt it's intoxicating power. If it had been just in the heat of the moment, sucking his cock, then why did I crave it so, now? Why did I so want to suck cock again?
A friend was sleeping near me. We had got some beers and I layed awake next to him. My urges seemed overwhelming. My curiosity, my hunger, overpowering. I hoped he was asleep, please be asleep, or at least pretend to be asleep. I wanted to touch his cock, I wanted to suck his cock. Slowly, I moved my hand to him, testing, to see if he would respond. My touch was soft, my touch sensual. From under the blanket, I traced around his cock as it layed on his stomach. I could hear the tension and desire in my breaths. I softly rubbed it and felt it harden through his clothes. Still asleep, he kicked off his covers. He seemed to wiggle from side to side as I gently
tugged down on his waistband. Maybe he was awake, but pretending, I let myself think that was enough. I touched him and felt him throb. What a thrill, what an erotic fantasy! How amazing it felt to touch cock, to feel it respond. The lust I experienced, the overwhelming desire. His hard cock was so close, even in the dark, it looked so good! His balls, tight, firm and up against his shaft. His shaft, hard, thick and throbbing. His head, defined, full, leaking and calling. How could I stop? There was no way I could stop! I licked it and felt it twtch under my tongue. It felts so good. Oh, it felt so right. I wanted it. I wanted to taste cock again. It wss almost like I needed it. My lips caressed his cock's head, then parted and sucked it. He moaned, "Oh, please don't be awake!" I thought, I did not want to stop, but fear struck me. I rolled away and onto my back. I layed there, a moment seemed like minutes. If he woke up, his cock would be out, hard and wet. Would he know? Of course he would know. My own cock pulsed and throbbed. My heart raced and pounded in my chest. I could hear it, I'm sure he could hear it, too. My lust and desire had led to this. I wished I had not given into it. Why was I so weak against it? In the dark, he moved. I layed silent, not moving. I sensed he was closer, I could feel his warmth. How my heart was pounding. Now I was the one pretending, pretending to be asleep, like I had with the boys before. He was close, so close! I opened my eyes, they strained in the dark, but I could make out his shape, his hips, he was on his side. His cock, his beautiful, hard cock was right in front of my face. I rolled towards him and wrapped my lips around it. No words were spoken, no words were needed. I sucked his hot, pre cum leaking cock. The flavor made me tingle, it made my whole body tingle and cave in. Gone was the game, gone was the pretending. I felt his hips with my hands and moved him on top of me. He straddled me and I sucked him. My hands found his ass and he fucked my mouth. Why did this feel so incredible?
He began to buck, his orgasm so close. I wanted it, I so wanted it. Greedily, I sucked him and made him explode. He gave me his cum and this time, I swallowed on purpose. I wanted it, craved it. That feeling, that sensation, cum was like an addiction.
His hand slowly, softly moved up my thigh. My whole body tingled at his touch. My eyes rolled back and I became light headed as he neared my cock. I could feel my dick become hard and I could feel it bounce and throb. Even in the dark, he had to be able to see how arroused I was. Arroused, but nervous. I had a lump in my throat. I had never been touched like this before and it felt incredible. I knew he was nervous, also. His hand was trembling, and yet still he inched closer. What a sensation! What an amazing, wonderful sensation! I felt as if I had melted. Just a light headed, quivering erection, begging for more. I tried to hide it, but my head tilted back and my mouth opened in ecstasy when his fingers grazed across my throbbing dick. My head seemed to be spinning. How could this feel so good? How could I be so helpless to his touch? I couldn't believe how much I wanted this!
Slowly, he ran his fingers over my cock. I could feel myself respond. My cock throbbed and bounced. My body trembled and shook. His fingers wrapped around and stroked my shaft. I tried to pretend to be asleep, but my chest was heaving. All I could think was, please don't stop, please don't stop!
I felt even move closer to me. I felt his breath. I could sense his lust. His face so close to my cock, his hand still grpping and stoking me, he sighed softly. He wanted this as much as I did. Then his wet lips caressed me, savoured me. His tongue licked across my tip and made me feel intoxicated. He sucked me as I layed there, helpless to the pleasure. His wet lips slid up and down me, his warm mouth engulfing me. My young orgasm built. So young, back when every orgasm was earth shattering and mind blowing. Over whelming with such incredible and intense pleasure. He made me cum, nothing had ever felt better.
Having a friend sleep over became a regular thing. I craved a touch, I craved the pleasure. I tried to set it up, putting our beds next to each other. Then, in the dark, I would pretend to be asleep. A soft moan here, a light graze of my leg against his, there. Pretending to push my blanket off me as I slept, exposing my hard cock as it throbbed from beneath my shorts. Rolling over, next to him, touching him, my cock pressed against him. Sometimes, it would work. Sometimes, he would give in to his carnal urges. Sometimes, I would feel that incredible rush of excitement, I would feel his touch. Thrilling to lay there, having him think I was asleep, asleep and unaware of his advances. To feel his trembling finger tips, both of us so desparate for it, yet my needs a secret.
A new friend and another sleep over. He surprised me by changing in front of me. Maybe he was gauging me, seeing if I looked, seeing if I was interested. He was fit, not difficult to see that and even less difficult to see he had a large, hanging, swinging cock. He must of known, he had to of known he was hung and hung big. This was before I had ever touched another, but it may of been the spark. A seed planted that would grow. Growing curiousity, perhaps the earliest growth of lust. Again, I would be awake, eyes closed and waiting. Eyes closed and hoping. Yes, I felt his touch, but this was different, this was skilled. From under the covers, his hand found my cock. He pulled it and stroked it. He rubbed small circles on the underside of my cock's head with his thumb. Quickly, I lubed it, coating it with my own pre cum. Short, sensual breaths escaped my lips, giving away my pleasure. I heard him softly moan, "Yes." I didn't mean to, but I let out an "Mmmm."
It was an experience that I would come to crave, a high that I would start to chase. Letting boys and men pleasure me, it was a thrill unlike anything else. There had to be a another encounter and it came in the form of the hands and mouth of a much older man. At first, I was hesitant and nervous, just like that very first time. I had learned so much, about my body and about another's desires, yet it was all still so new. Sexual experiences were still all so new. I only knew that I wanted them. More than that, I needed them.
I layed back, hoping something might happen. The touch and sensual caress of another was so addicting. My breathing was shallow and fast. My young body was waiting, hoping to feel his touch. I had little reason to expect it, yet so wanted it. The air in the room seemed thick, thick with anticipation and yet so thin. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. It seemed difficult to breath. Nervous anticipation, it had a physical affect on me. Every muscle was tense, every nerve on end. I had been holding my breath, waiting, hoping, and didn't even know it. He touched my calves and a rush of air escaped my lungs. I sighed out loud. I didn't mean too, but I did. He would later tell me that it was the encouragement he was looking for and needed. I didn't ask for it, there were no words between us. I guess no words were needed. He rubbed my calves and back of my thighs now with purpose. He knew I wanted it. He knew I loved it. I squirmed in his hands. My cock was already hard and I had to move to adjust it. His hands, big and strong, ran up my thighs, over my little ass and squeezed me at the waist. Again, I sighed. My brain fizzy, my whole body tingly. With his hand gripping me, his finger tips found the head of my cock, sticking out from the side. He gently rubbed my tip and my world began to spin. Those big, strong hands, squeezing and kneading my lower back and waist, moved to my waist band. He slowly started to pull my shorts down, inch by erotic inch. The anticipation made me tremble amd without thinking, I arched my back, making it easier for him to remove them.
He rolled me over. I saw a sticky stream of pre cum from my throbbing cock's head to my belly. There was no hiding my excitement now and I shut my eyes, my body was his now for the taking. His hands ran across my chest, then down my sides and thighs. I could feel my hard cock bouncing and yet he did not touch it. Again, his hands, so strong, rubbed my upper thighs and abdomen. It was as if I melted, helpless and quivering. My mouth was open, trying to catch my breath, and a moan escaped my lips. He took my hand and pressed it against his hard cock as I layed there and still I kept my eyes shut, afraid to open them, afraid to break this spell. It felt warm, it felt powerful. I surprised my self by wrapping my fingers around him. I was shocked by how good it felt to touch him, shocked by how naturally it felt to stroke him. In an instant, I leaned over and put my mouth on him. It was as if intstinct, I didn't even think. I was immediately struck by how wonderful it felt, I felt. I had his cock in my mouth. Any question, any doubt slipped away as the thrill, the taste, the sensation and realizarion, washed over me. I now knew what my friend knew. I now understood his over powering desires. That dick felt so good in my mouth and it made me feel so incredibly sexy.
I sucked him and opened my eyes to see it, to see his cock. I had to know if this was real or not. Without warning, his body shook and he moaned out loud. I tasted an intoxicating flavor then quickly felt a powerful blast lf sperm hit the back of my throat, almost gagging me, I had to pull away. He grapped his cumming cock in his hand and pointed it at me. He stroked himself and shot white, warm, ropes of jizz onto my throbbing cock and belly.
His hand now careesed me. His cum covered fingers ran over my balls and across my shaft. I layed back down, a slave to the pleasure. He stroked me. His cum lubed fist moved up and down my cock and expertly teased my sensitive, engorged head. He made me cum. An explosion of semen, nerves and emotion. I was nothing more than a quivering lump of young flesh when he was done with me. Spent, and completely exhausted, I just layed there.
Days later, thinking about my encounters sent warm tingles through my body. How good it felt to be touched and how good it felt to do the touching. When I thought about tasting cum, it made my cock hard. It surpised me, the effect it had on me. I had pulled away, but not before his cum had slid down my throat. Not before I tasted it and had felt it's intoxicating power. If it had been just in the heat of the moment, sucking his cock, then why did I crave it so, now? Why did I so want to suck cock again?
A friend was sleeping near me. We had got some beers and I layed awake next to him. My urges seemed overwhelming. My curiosity, my hunger, overpowering. I hoped he was asleep, please be asleep, or at least pretend to be asleep. I wanted to touch his cock, I wanted to suck his cock. Slowly, I moved my hand to him, testing, to see if he would respond. My touch was soft, my touch sensual. From under the blanket, I traced around his cock as it layed on his stomach. I could hear the tension and desire in my breaths. I softly rubbed it and felt it harden through his clothes. Still asleep, he kicked off his covers. He seemed to wiggle from side to side as I gently
tugged down on his waistband. Maybe he was awake, but pretending, I let myself think that was enough. I touched him and felt him throb. What a thrill, what an erotic fantasy! How amazing it felt to touch cock, to feel it respond. The lust I experienced, the overwhelming desire. His hard cock was so close, even in the dark, it looked so good! His balls, tight, firm and up against his shaft. His shaft, hard, thick and throbbing. His head, defined, full, leaking and calling. How could I stop? There was no way I could stop! I licked it and felt it twtch under my tongue. It felts so good. Oh, it felt so right. I wanted it. I wanted to taste cock again. It wss almost like I needed it. My lips caressed his cock's head, then parted and sucked it. He moaned, "Oh, please don't be awake!" I thought, I did not want to stop, but fear struck me. I rolled away and onto my back. I layed there, a moment seemed like minutes. If he woke up, his cock would be out, hard and wet. Would he know? Of course he would know. My own cock pulsed and throbbed. My heart raced and pounded in my chest. I could hear it, I'm sure he could hear it, too. My lust and desire had led to this. I wished I had not given into it. Why was I so weak against it? In the dark, he moved. I layed silent, not moving. I sensed he was closer, I could feel his warmth. How my heart was pounding. Now I was the one pretending, pretending to be asleep, like I had with the boys before. He was close, so close! I opened my eyes, they strained in the dark, but I could make out his shape, his hips, he was on his side. His cock, his beautiful, hard cock was right in front of my face. I rolled towards him and wrapped my lips around it. No words were spoken, no words were needed. I sucked his hot, pre cum leaking cock. The flavor made me tingle, it made my whole body tingle and cave in. Gone was the game, gone was the pretending. I felt his hips with my hands and moved him on top of me. He straddled me and I sucked him. My hands found his ass and he fucked my mouth. Why did this feel so incredible?
He began to buck, his orgasm so close. I wanted it, I so wanted it. Greedily, I sucked him and made him explode. He gave me his cum and this time, I swallowed on purpose. I wanted it, craved it. That feeling, that sensation, cum was like an addiction.
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