Back in the day.
My best friend in high school was a boy named Tim. For some back ground information, Tim was a good looking guy. He always got a lot of attention from the girls, but also always seemed a bit aloof about it. Oh, he had girlfriends but he also always seemed somewhat disinterested. Tim also liked to joke around, or at least it seemed. Usually about sucking cock, eating his own cum or saying such things as whip out that cock, Iāll suck it. (How did I not know, right? Remember though, that at that time and that age, being gay was not accepted) However, I always dismissed the comments as jokes. As far as I go, I guess you could say I was shy about it, but curious. Having seen porn magazines at a much younger age, I could not help but find the girls in the photos extremely sensual, however, it was more than that. It was the look in their eyes. It was the way they would stare at the guyās cock. The lust, the hunger, somehow, I felt it too.
I guess you could say that I had a bit of a lust for cock. Although I would never admit it, I found the sight, or even the thought, of a thick hanging shaft so erotic, such a turn on.
With all that curiousness and all the teenage, caged up horniness, I was now in high school. I mentioned earlier that Tim would joke with me. He was a few years older, so it actually seemed like his right to mess with me. Remember, this was years ago.
With all his jokes and comments about gay sex, I could not help but let my imagination run. Oh, how good it would feel to have my cock in a warm mouth. My mind would spin at the thought of someone sucking my cock to orgasm!. But, would I return the favor? Any and all questions would soon be answered.
It was earlier one morning when I showed up at his house to pick him up. His parents, rushing out to work, left me to go upstairs and wake him up.
His door was half open, so I gave a quick knock and walked in. Tim was still in bed and appeared to be still asleep. I was near the edge of his bed and attempted to wake him, saying his name several times. He didnāt seem to wake, but he did shift and move to his back. The bedding slipped to the side of him exposing his fit, nude body. The sight of his cock and balls surprised me and stirred up a deep, lusty desire and sexual excitement inside me. I didnāt want to look away. Instead, I could not help but to stare. I felt lust for his manhood. A desire to feel his cock on my lips, in my mouth. I guess you really never know how you will react to a situation until it actually happens. Well, I knew how I wanted to react, yet nervous questions raced through my head; what if he pushes me away, what if he tells everyone Iām gay. But then would he be sleeping naked when he knew I would be coming over?
I continued to stare at his cock. What my have only been seconds, felt like minutes. His soft shaft drapped over his left thigh. His balls were full, wrinkled and tight. His fucking dick looked beautiful. Part of me thought he wanted me to touch him, part of me thought that idea was crazy. My hard cock told me what I truly wanted and drove me. My lust was now in control.
I slowly moved onto his bed. It seems funny now, but every sqeek and creek from the mattress froze me in my tracks, waiting to see if he woke up. I slowly leaned over, now only inches from his thigh. I could fell his warmth. I wanted this so much. It was so erotic, so sexual. Still though, I was so nervous, I told myself ājust a kiss.ā Just a kiss on his cock. āJust a lick.ā Just a lick on his balls. Just to see how they felt on my lips and tongue.
It seemed as if my whole life up until that point had meant little. This is where my sexual life would begin. I felt a sense of euphoria, a tingle throughout my whole body.
Oh so slowly, I leaned further in. I licked his balls. My head was swimming. He tasty salty, his scent musky. I ran my tongue from his bottom to the top of his balls, along the sides, between his tight sack and thighs. His cock was swelling now and moving towards his belly button. I had never seen anything sexier nor had I ever been more turned on.
Tim stirred and shifted. I wanted to believe he was still asleep, but to be honest, I knew I didnāt care. I just didnāt want to stop. I can still remember the warmth and pulse of his shaft when I first took him into my mouth. He, it, felt so incredible, so perfect, so right.
I moved my lips up and down his now rock hard cock and felt the ridges of his cockās head before lustfully sliding them back down. It wasnāt even a thought, not ever a question, I took his cock deep and into my throat until I felt his soft pubic hair. It seemed so natural and wonderfully, hard cock down my throat. So very satisfying.
Now, what was only a fantasy come true seconds before, was not enough. I wanted, I craved more. I wanted cum. I wanted to make HIM cum. To shoot his warm sperm in my mouth and down my throat. I could think of nothing more sensual. My mind and body ached for it.
I think him pretending to be asleep was easier for him, rather than admit that he wanted another boy to suck his cock For me, it made it easier to really let myself enjoy the shear excitement of pleasuring dick. Thoughts of what would happen after didnāt matter. To me, in that moment, at that time, all that mattered to me was cock and making that cock cum. I wanted to taste it so badly. To swallow it, to have that essence inside me. Things that I would not have imagined wanting so badly only minutes before, now was all that mattered.
Tim shifted and moved his head to the side. His cock was deep in my throat and I was not stopping. He lifted his hips slightly, I knew he was close. I began to stroke his throbbing dick at the base and sucked hard on his cockās head. It just seemed so natural to me. Soon, I was rewarded with his oddly, but wonderful tasting, salty jizz. I eagerly and greedily swallowed it down, as if starved for it. It felt like I could even feel it slide slowly to my stomach. How could I ever feel the same? How could I ever be the same? It made me feel so different than before.
.
Tim still pretended to be asleep. I continued to enjoy his cock cum and balls. Touching, kissing and tasting all off it before I got up and left. The taste of cum on my tongue, the feeling of cum inside me, I felt intoxicated. My head floating in the clouds. A feeling I was sure to want, to need, again.
Thankfully, this was far from the end of Tim and Iās relationship.
I guess you could say that I had a bit of a lust for cock. Although I would never admit it, I found the sight, or even the thought, of a thick hanging shaft so erotic, such a turn on.
With all that curiousness and all the teenage, caged up horniness, I was now in high school. I mentioned earlier that Tim would joke with me. He was a few years older, so it actually seemed like his right to mess with me. Remember, this was years ago.
With all his jokes and comments about gay sex, I could not help but let my imagination run. Oh, how good it would feel to have my cock in a warm mouth. My mind would spin at the thought of someone sucking my cock to orgasm!. But, would I return the favor? Any and all questions would soon be answered.
It was earlier one morning when I showed up at his house to pick him up. His parents, rushing out to work, left me to go upstairs and wake him up.
His door was half open, so I gave a quick knock and walked in. Tim was still in bed and appeared to be still asleep. I was near the edge of his bed and attempted to wake him, saying his name several times. He didnāt seem to wake, but he did shift and move to his back. The bedding slipped to the side of him exposing his fit, nude body. The sight of his cock and balls surprised me and stirred up a deep, lusty desire and sexual excitement inside me. I didnāt want to look away. Instead, I could not help but to stare. I felt lust for his manhood. A desire to feel his cock on my lips, in my mouth. I guess you really never know how you will react to a situation until it actually happens. Well, I knew how I wanted to react, yet nervous questions raced through my head; what if he pushes me away, what if he tells everyone Iām gay. But then would he be sleeping naked when he knew I would be coming over?
I continued to stare at his cock. What my have only been seconds, felt like minutes. His soft shaft drapped over his left thigh. His balls were full, wrinkled and tight. His fucking dick looked beautiful. Part of me thought he wanted me to touch him, part of me thought that idea was crazy. My hard cock told me what I truly wanted and drove me. My lust was now in control.
I slowly moved onto his bed. It seems funny now, but every sqeek and creek from the mattress froze me in my tracks, waiting to see if he woke up. I slowly leaned over, now only inches from his thigh. I could fell his warmth. I wanted this so much. It was so erotic, so sexual. Still though, I was so nervous, I told myself ājust a kiss.ā Just a kiss on his cock. āJust a lick.ā Just a lick on his balls. Just to see how they felt on my lips and tongue.
It seemed as if my whole life up until that point had meant little. This is where my sexual life would begin. I felt a sense of euphoria, a tingle throughout my whole body.
Oh so slowly, I leaned further in. I licked his balls. My head was swimming. He tasty salty, his scent musky. I ran my tongue from his bottom to the top of his balls, along the sides, between his tight sack and thighs. His cock was swelling now and moving towards his belly button. I had never seen anything sexier nor had I ever been more turned on.
Tim stirred and shifted. I wanted to believe he was still asleep, but to be honest, I knew I didnāt care. I just didnāt want to stop. I can still remember the warmth and pulse of his shaft when I first took him into my mouth. He, it, felt so incredible, so perfect, so right.
I moved my lips up and down his now rock hard cock and felt the ridges of his cockās head before lustfully sliding them back down. It wasnāt even a thought, not ever a question, I took his cock deep and into my throat until I felt his soft pubic hair. It seemed so natural and wonderfully, hard cock down my throat. So very satisfying.
Now, what was only a fantasy come true seconds before, was not enough. I wanted, I craved more. I wanted cum. I wanted to make HIM cum. To shoot his warm sperm in my mouth and down my throat. I could think of nothing more sensual. My mind and body ached for it.
I think him pretending to be asleep was easier for him, rather than admit that he wanted another boy to suck his cock For me, it made it easier to really let myself enjoy the shear excitement of pleasuring dick. Thoughts of what would happen after didnāt matter. To me, in that moment, at that time, all that mattered to me was cock and making that cock cum. I wanted to taste it so badly. To swallow it, to have that essence inside me. Things that I would not have imagined wanting so badly only minutes before, now was all that mattered.
Tim shifted and moved his head to the side. His cock was deep in my throat and I was not stopping. He lifted his hips slightly, I knew he was close. I began to stroke his throbbing dick at the base and sucked hard on his cockās head. It just seemed so natural to me. Soon, I was rewarded with his oddly, but wonderful tasting, salty jizz. I eagerly and greedily swallowed it down, as if starved for it. It felt like I could even feel it slide slowly to my stomach. How could I ever feel the same? How could I ever be the same? It made me feel so different than before.
.
Tim still pretended to be asleep. I continued to enjoy his cock cum and balls. Touching, kissing and tasting all off it before I got up and left. The taste of cum on my tongue, the feeling of cum inside me, I felt intoxicated. My head floating in the clouds. A feeling I was sure to want, to need, again.
Thankfully, this was far from the end of Tim and Iās relationship.
4 years ago
