How it started... Rumors.
He live in our neighborhood, but we did not know him. He went to a different school, he was not in our circle of friends. Maybe that is why the rumor started. Looking back, maybe the rumor wasn't even true. The rumor around the neighbor hood was that he got caught sucking cock. No one knew who the other guy was or even where it supposedly happened, but that didn't matter. The rumor spread.
I was just such a horny teenager. To be honest, I guess I was curious about cock, too. Having seen pictures in magazines, the images stirred me. They brought up new and exciting desires in me. When no one else was around, I found myself riding my bike in front of his house. I didn't know what I expected or what I might say if I saw him, only that the possiblities thrilled me. One day it happened, I saw him in his yard. I should of said, hi, but I didn't. Instead, I asked him if it was true. I asked him if he had given another guy a blowjob. He told me to shut up and walked away.
My young need and curiousity just would not rest. I saw him again days later and rode up to him. When he saw me he, turned in the other direction. With no one else around, I said I was sorry, that I was just wondering. He said back, "Why? Do you?" Of course I said no and lf course I acted insulted, but that's how it started. It was a bit of "I will, if you will." In the side yard of his house, nerves were replaced with excitement and young, sexual need. I unzipped my fly and took my cock out as he moved to his knees in front of me. He took it straight into his mouth. I simply could not believe how good it felt. My brain floated and seemed to swim. My whole body tingled with a kind of electricity. I couldn't think straight. It was the most incredible sensation of my young life and it was from another boy and I loved it.
I could feel my orgasm building. My whole body felt raw, nerves on end. I didn't tell him, I don't think I could of even spoke, anyways. I shook and came in what seemed like endless waves of pleasure. Over and over, my cock pulsed and shot and flooded his mouth. Cum spilled out the sides of his mouth. He pulled away, almost gagging. It was just incredible. It felt so wonderful.
It was my turn, now. I felt I had to protest. I felt I had to pretend that the thought of it didn't thrill me, but it was short lived. Moving to my knees seemed to take an eternity. Like I was in some sort of lusty slow motion. Like he had done to me, as if with a sense of urgency, I immediately took his already hard cock into my mouth and moved my lips back and forth on him. More of that lost and lusty tingle came over me. I could feel myself getting hard again, already! There was no hiding that I loved it. I sucked him hard and quick, afraid that it might end at any moment. Afraid that I would not get to experience his orgasm. Afraid that I might not get to taste his cum. His excited breathing, his legs trembling, it was so addictive. I knew he was close. I could sense it welling up, building. He didn't have to warn me. I knew that I wasn't going to stop anyways. Quickly, wonderfully, I felt a powerful jolt. His cumshot exploded into my mouth and his taste overwhelmed my senses. Odd, but so amazing. His flavor washed over me. Making me feel light headed as if it had some kind of power. It was all so addicting. Sucking cock, cum, it was all so amazing.
I didn't know how to label what I felt. I didn't think I was gay, but I was so attracted to cock. Cock amd cum seemed to have some sort of power over me. It was just so amazing and addictive. It was the whole event. Going to me knees, feeling cock on my lips, in my mouth. Feeling his body as I brought him to the edge. Then, feeling that rush and tasting his seed.
Maybe it was just sex, I thought. Maybe it was just about need and pleasure. I only knew that I did not want to stop, whatever this was. He did not seem to mind that I always wanted to meet in secret. It was better for both of us, I am sure. There were lots of days when he was the only one home at his house. Those days quickly became our days. Days spent exploring each other's naked bodies. We both seemed to know that there was something more, though. I think we both could sense that our encounters were building and leading to something more. I had been so surprised fo find his bare, little ass so appealing and I loved the way it felt in my hand. The look on his face when I held it and squeezed it. It was leading to something more. I discovered that it meant something more, especially to him.
I was more forward, more bold, which was exactly what was needed. He wasn' t going to ask for it, although I think he craved it so. I think maybe he fought it, giving in perhaps meant to him that he truly was just what people thought. I just wanted to fuck.
His ass felt so soft to my touch. I never would of thought it would of turned me on so much. I never would of thought that it would feel and look so good. My finger tip brushed against the delicate folds of his opening. It took both of our breaths away. Sighs and exhales, it felt so good to both of us. I don't think we spoke that first time. It just sort of organically progressed and happened. It was incredible. He layed down, his face in a pillow. His slim form and fit, lean body, laying like this almost looked feminine. It only drove my desire more. My cock was so hard as I ran my hands over his ass, gently squeezing and caressing it. I pulled his cheeks apart, spreading him. His asshole looked so sexy and inviting. I never would of expected it's affect on me. How I could be so drawn to it. I didn't know about lube, I didn't really know about condoms. I moved on top of him and tried to push my hard on into him. He gasped, he felt so tight. "It hurts," he said softly. I had used my own saliva before to masturbate, loving the slick feeling. I spit into my hand and rubbed it on his delicate, sensitive hole. I did the same and rubbed it onto the head of my cock. I again pushed against his opening. So tight, it took effort, then, all at once, my cock's head was inside him. He did not protest, but gasped, clearly whincing in pain. His reaction, his breathing, they told me, without words. He felt so good around my cock. Pushing into him more, his ass cheeks felt amazing against my upper thighs and lower belly. A thrust, and I felt them against me, again, and again.
His soft whisper, "Fuck me." Soon, I was pounding into him. He was so tight, he felt so good. I could not fight off my building orgasm and I exploded inside him. My cock, my whole body felt raw and so sensitive as I pulsed and my cum flowed, filling his sexy, little, tight ass.
I was just such a horny teenager. To be honest, I guess I was curious about cock, too. Having seen pictures in magazines, the images stirred me. They brought up new and exciting desires in me. When no one else was around, I found myself riding my bike in front of his house. I didn't know what I expected or what I might say if I saw him, only that the possiblities thrilled me. One day it happened, I saw him in his yard. I should of said, hi, but I didn't. Instead, I asked him if it was true. I asked him if he had given another guy a blowjob. He told me to shut up and walked away.
My young need and curiousity just would not rest. I saw him again days later and rode up to him. When he saw me he, turned in the other direction. With no one else around, I said I was sorry, that I was just wondering. He said back, "Why? Do you?" Of course I said no and lf course I acted insulted, but that's how it started. It was a bit of "I will, if you will." In the side yard of his house, nerves were replaced with excitement and young, sexual need. I unzipped my fly and took my cock out as he moved to his knees in front of me. He took it straight into his mouth. I simply could not believe how good it felt. My brain floated and seemed to swim. My whole body tingled with a kind of electricity. I couldn't think straight. It was the most incredible sensation of my young life and it was from another boy and I loved it.
I could feel my orgasm building. My whole body felt raw, nerves on end. I didn't tell him, I don't think I could of even spoke, anyways. I shook and came in what seemed like endless waves of pleasure. Over and over, my cock pulsed and shot and flooded his mouth. Cum spilled out the sides of his mouth. He pulled away, almost gagging. It was just incredible. It felt so wonderful.
It was my turn, now. I felt I had to protest. I felt I had to pretend that the thought of it didn't thrill me, but it was short lived. Moving to my knees seemed to take an eternity. Like I was in some sort of lusty slow motion. Like he had done to me, as if with a sense of urgency, I immediately took his already hard cock into my mouth and moved my lips back and forth on him. More of that lost and lusty tingle came over me. I could feel myself getting hard again, already! There was no hiding that I loved it. I sucked him hard and quick, afraid that it might end at any moment. Afraid that I would not get to experience his orgasm. Afraid that I might not get to taste his cum. His excited breathing, his legs trembling, it was so addictive. I knew he was close. I could sense it welling up, building. He didn't have to warn me. I knew that I wasn't going to stop anyways. Quickly, wonderfully, I felt a powerful jolt. His cumshot exploded into my mouth and his taste overwhelmed my senses. Odd, but so amazing. His flavor washed over me. Making me feel light headed as if it had some kind of power. It was all so addicting. Sucking cock, cum, it was all so amazing.
I didn't know how to label what I felt. I didn't think I was gay, but I was so attracted to cock. Cock amd cum seemed to have some sort of power over me. It was just so amazing and addictive. It was the whole event. Going to me knees, feeling cock on my lips, in my mouth. Feeling his body as I brought him to the edge. Then, feeling that rush and tasting his seed.
Maybe it was just sex, I thought. Maybe it was just about need and pleasure. I only knew that I did not want to stop, whatever this was. He did not seem to mind that I always wanted to meet in secret. It was better for both of us, I am sure. There were lots of days when he was the only one home at his house. Those days quickly became our days. Days spent exploring each other's naked bodies. We both seemed to know that there was something more, though. I think we both could sense that our encounters were building and leading to something more. I had been so surprised fo find his bare, little ass so appealing and I loved the way it felt in my hand. The look on his face when I held it and squeezed it. It was leading to something more. I discovered that it meant something more, especially to him.
I was more forward, more bold, which was exactly what was needed. He wasn' t going to ask for it, although I think he craved it so. I think maybe he fought it, giving in perhaps meant to him that he truly was just what people thought. I just wanted to fuck.
His ass felt so soft to my touch. I never would of thought it would of turned me on so much. I never would of thought that it would feel and look so good. My finger tip brushed against the delicate folds of his opening. It took both of our breaths away. Sighs and exhales, it felt so good to both of us. I don't think we spoke that first time. It just sort of organically progressed and happened. It was incredible. He layed down, his face in a pillow. His slim form and fit, lean body, laying like this almost looked feminine. It only drove my desire more. My cock was so hard as I ran my hands over his ass, gently squeezing and caressing it. I pulled his cheeks apart, spreading him. His asshole looked so sexy and inviting. I never would of expected it's affect on me. How I could be so drawn to it. I didn't know about lube, I didn't really know about condoms. I moved on top of him and tried to push my hard on into him. He gasped, he felt so tight. "It hurts," he said softly. I had used my own saliva before to masturbate, loving the slick feeling. I spit into my hand and rubbed it on his delicate, sensitive hole. I did the same and rubbed it onto the head of my cock. I again pushed against his opening. So tight, it took effort, then, all at once, my cock's head was inside him. He did not protest, but gasped, clearly whincing in pain. His reaction, his breathing, they told me, without words. He felt so good around my cock. Pushing into him more, his ass cheeks felt amazing against my upper thighs and lower belly. A thrust, and I felt them against me, again, and again.
His soft whisper, "Fuck me." Soon, I was pounding into him. He was so tight, he felt so good. I could not fight off my building orgasm and I exploded inside him. My cock, my whole body felt raw and so sensitive as I pulsed and my cum flowed, filling his sexy, little, tight ass.
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