His older sister's panties.
We were about the same age, yet he was so nieve. He was petite, thinly built and almost feminine. I couldn't exactly say how or why I thought he might be willing to experiment. I also could not say why I felt drawn to him, why I wanted to be near him. Now, I could say I wanted him. I wanted that tight, little butt. However, then, at that age, the feelings and thoughts and desires were not so clear.
I didn't think I, exactly, started out to seduce him, to corrupt him. Yet, that's what I wanted. We didn't know "Gay" I just knew horny.
Over at his house, after school, I found my way into his older sister's room. I was desparate to see her panties, her bras. The soft, sexy material felt incredible in my hands and I begged for him to touch them also. My mind raced, "how good would these feel against my hard cock," I wondered. He pleaded for me to leave her room, I think he was afraid to get caught. We quickly retreated to his bedroom, a pair of little panties and a bra in my hand.
I held them up to my face and breathed in deeply. We laughed and giggled and just like that, the fire, the flame, had started. "Here, touch them!" I handed the panties over to him and at first he pulled his hand away, but then he took them. I watched his expression I watched his fingers as he rubbed the material between them. Feeling it's softness, feeling it's allure. "Have you ever tried them on?" I asked. He acted surprised and denied any of it, maybe too much, however. The thought of seeing him in them, the lust of it, washed over me. I spoke out loud, "I bet they would feel so good on." "Try them, try them on."
"You do it," he said back. He didn't object, he didn't tell me to leave. My erotic, sexual feelings were becoming even more heightened. "They won't fit me. You have too. Here, I'll turn away." I felt my cock twitch when I heard his pants fall to the floor. My heart pounded, my head swam.
"They do feel nice," he said and I quickly turned to look. I had to look, I was dying to look. Rather unexpectedly, I was struck by the sight of his fat, short cock, so sexy, as it was restrained back by the lacy fabric. "Here," I said, "lay down." When he asked why I told him because I bet they would feel so good on and rubbing against the bed. "Just do it" and he did. "Take your shirt off" and he did that too. "Move around, I bet it feels good." The sight of his little, panty covered ass squirming around on the bed was almost too much to stand. But, this was uncharted and all new territory. I didn't know what to do next, but my throbbing cock urged me on and an unexpected, overwheming desire to put that fat, little dick of his in my mouth, pushed me forward.
I ran my hands over his firm little ass and felt my eyes roll back in my head. I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to squeeze it, I wanted to slide my hard cock across it. I heard just a faint moan escape his lips. The air was nothing but lust now. Grabbing his slim hips, I softly pushed down and made him grind his cock between his panties and the bed. He turned his head to the side. His eyes were closed, his mouth was opened and his expression was one of, up to that point, unknown pleasure.
I wanted this, as much for him as for me. I turned him onto his back. His cock so very hard now, yet still so short and oh so fat, had soaked through his panties with pre cum. Without pause, without waiting for a possible objection, I pulled them down and his cock sprang out. Waiting just long enough to catch a glimpse of his beautiful, thick dick. His cock's head glistening with it's sticky pre cum, I dove my mouth down onto him, engulfing him.
I felt his warmth, I tasted his flavor. An incredible sense of pleasure, desire overcame me. I felt as if I had fallen in love with his dick, specifically, fallen in love with the feeling. The feeling and sensation of his dick in my mouth.
His squirms of pleasure were exciting, his moans intoxicating.
I wanted him to taste dick, too. I stopped sucking his cock and quickly undressed and stradlled his chest. A hazed, dizzy look in his eyes, lost in the moment, lost in tne pleasure. My hard cock mere inches from his face, he leaned up to meet it and eagerly began licking it. Like an ice cream cone he licked it, perhaps not knowning what else to do, but definitely knowning how incredibly badly he wanted to try.
Oh, it felt so good, but I had to have more. I had to have release. Moving him back to his stomach, his panties were already half way down his cute, little ass. I tugged on them and, as if by instinct, he lifted his ass and arched his back. The sight was too much. I rubbed my throbbing cock along his ass crack and legs shaking, shot hot streams of cum up and on his little back. He sighed out loud, as if loving my release.
I collapsed next to him on the bed. My hand gently holding his little waist, I turned him just enough to be able to stroke his cock for him, deteremined to give him the pleasure he had given me. I felt his dick and marveled at how much I enjoyed touching it. Soft now, but still so wonderfully thick, his cock was sticky and wet. The whole bed beneathhim was sticky and wet. He had came already. Hopefully, at tne sametime I had.
I didn't think I, exactly, started out to seduce him, to corrupt him. Yet, that's what I wanted. We didn't know "Gay" I just knew horny.
Over at his house, after school, I found my way into his older sister's room. I was desparate to see her panties, her bras. The soft, sexy material felt incredible in my hands and I begged for him to touch them also. My mind raced, "how good would these feel against my hard cock," I wondered. He pleaded for me to leave her room, I think he was afraid to get caught. We quickly retreated to his bedroom, a pair of little panties and a bra in my hand.
I held them up to my face and breathed in deeply. We laughed and giggled and just like that, the fire, the flame, had started. "Here, touch them!" I handed the panties over to him and at first he pulled his hand away, but then he took them. I watched his expression I watched his fingers as he rubbed the material between them. Feeling it's softness, feeling it's allure. "Have you ever tried them on?" I asked. He acted surprised and denied any of it, maybe too much, however. The thought of seeing him in them, the lust of it, washed over me. I spoke out loud, "I bet they would feel so good on." "Try them, try them on."
"You do it," he said back. He didn't object, he didn't tell me to leave. My erotic, sexual feelings were becoming even more heightened. "They won't fit me. You have too. Here, I'll turn away." I felt my cock twitch when I heard his pants fall to the floor. My heart pounded, my head swam.
"They do feel nice," he said and I quickly turned to look. I had to look, I was dying to look. Rather unexpectedly, I was struck by the sight of his fat, short cock, so sexy, as it was restrained back by the lacy fabric. "Here," I said, "lay down." When he asked why I told him because I bet they would feel so good on and rubbing against the bed. "Just do it" and he did. "Take your shirt off" and he did that too. "Move around, I bet it feels good." The sight of his little, panty covered ass squirming around on the bed was almost too much to stand. But, this was uncharted and all new territory. I didn't know what to do next, but my throbbing cock urged me on and an unexpected, overwheming desire to put that fat, little dick of his in my mouth, pushed me forward.
I ran my hands over his firm little ass and felt my eyes roll back in my head. I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to squeeze it, I wanted to slide my hard cock across it. I heard just a faint moan escape his lips. The air was nothing but lust now. Grabbing his slim hips, I softly pushed down and made him grind his cock between his panties and the bed. He turned his head to the side. His eyes were closed, his mouth was opened and his expression was one of, up to that point, unknown pleasure.
I wanted this, as much for him as for me. I turned him onto his back. His cock so very hard now, yet still so short and oh so fat, had soaked through his panties with pre cum. Without pause, without waiting for a possible objection, I pulled them down and his cock sprang out. Waiting just long enough to catch a glimpse of his beautiful, thick dick. His cock's head glistening with it's sticky pre cum, I dove my mouth down onto him, engulfing him.
I felt his warmth, I tasted his flavor. An incredible sense of pleasure, desire overcame me. I felt as if I had fallen in love with his dick, specifically, fallen in love with the feeling. The feeling and sensation of his dick in my mouth.
His squirms of pleasure were exciting, his moans intoxicating.
I wanted him to taste dick, too. I stopped sucking his cock and quickly undressed and stradlled his chest. A hazed, dizzy look in his eyes, lost in the moment, lost in tne pleasure. My hard cock mere inches from his face, he leaned up to meet it and eagerly began licking it. Like an ice cream cone he licked it, perhaps not knowning what else to do, but definitely knowning how incredibly badly he wanted to try.
Oh, it felt so good, but I had to have more. I had to have release. Moving him back to his stomach, his panties were already half way down his cute, little ass. I tugged on them and, as if by instinct, he lifted his ass and arched his back. The sight was too much. I rubbed my throbbing cock along his ass crack and legs shaking, shot hot streams of cum up and on his little back. He sighed out loud, as if loving my release.
I collapsed next to him on the bed. My hand gently holding his little waist, I turned him just enough to be able to stroke his cock for him, deteremined to give him the pleasure he had given me. I felt his dick and marveled at how much I enjoyed touching it. Soft now, but still so wonderfully thick, his cock was sticky and wet. The whole bed beneathhim was sticky and wet. He had came already. Hopefully, at tne sametime I had.
2 años atrás
