An innocent sauna. (At least on my part)
I was very young and he was older. The son of my parents friends, he was over at my house to âwatchâ me while everyone had gone out for the evening. It wasnât long until he casually mentioned that he could use a sauna. He said he was sore after a long practice for his high schoolâs baseball team.
âEvery been in a sauna?â He asked. âThe whole team takes them after games and practices.â Itâs called âtaking a steamâ and itâs super relaxing, he said. Seemed normal enough to me, so when he asked if I wanted to try it, I said yes. âAll you need is a small space and hot water. Bathrooms are perfect, I do it all the time.â With that, we were there, both sitting on the edge of the bath tub, the scalding hot water running behind us. Soon, the small room was filled with steam and condensation ran down the mirror. âBetter take our clothes off of they will be soaked.â It made sense, and I didnât want him to think I was a nerd or something, so I stripped off my clothes, like he had, and handed them to him. He quickly threw them out side the door. Honestly, I would be lying if I said I wasnât already curious about other boys cocks. So I quickly stole a glance when he turned to return to his seat next to me. He was already hard, rock hard. Even through the steam, I could see his smooth member pointing out and up. He was so hard his dick barely moved as he walked. He watched me and knew I had seen him. My eyes must have been bulging.
He said, âYou probably donât even get hard yet, huh?â As if calling me out, prodding me. âYes I doâ I said quickly, as if I needed to defend my manhood. âI doubt itâ he said. âThen prove it, make yourself hard.â I could already feel my sex starved, cock curious dick begin to harden as I moved my nervous hand between my legs and wrapped my fingers around my sweat dripping cock. âNot like that. Like this,â he barked. Without a moment to even try to protest, as if I would have, his hand gripped me.
His touch sent feelings through my entire body that I had never known, never experienced. My legs felt weak, my head light, floating even. And the pleasure... I could feel my eyes roll back, lost and completely overcome. At that moment, there was nothing else in the WORLD besides his hand and my aching, throbbing cock. He gently, expertly stroked me and then, he stopped.
I felt intoxicated and close to faint. He knew all to well that at that moment, I would do anything to have him stroke me again. âHave you ever sucked a cock before?â âSuck mine and Iâll suck yours.â I donât even remember moving to my knees... I donât remember what the strongest desire I was having either.
His sweat covered, pre cum leaking, throbbing cock was now between my lips and in my mouth. Kneeling on my hands and knees before him, I sucked his cock. I had no idea how, yet it seemed to easy and natural. Like a piston, up and down his shaft.
He gave no warning when he came. His warm semen flowing into my mouth at the same time as he let out a low grunting sound. I pulled my mouth from him, not wanting to appear to eager, too gay, but it was already too late. I had tasted his jizz and felt it run out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. Iâm sure he knew how addictive that sensation and taste would become.
When it was my turn, my head was spinning so fast that I had to hold onto the vanity to steady myself. But it ended all to soon. I couldnât even try to describe that orgasm. Earth shattering, life changing is all that comes to mind.
The days that followed, found me oddly craving that odd taste of his sperm. The feeling of his hard, throbbing dick between my lips and filling my mouth. I longed for that incredible feeling of having him bring me to the edge, then making me explode for him. Body tingling, legs shaking, totally spent after glow of that amazing orgasm.
The next time I saw him was very different. Nervous, but knowing the pleasure to come. Maybe it was for him, an appreciation, or maybe it was just for me, but a lust had taken over. With him laying down on the edge of my bed, again I knelt down in front of him. His legs open, his balls full, firm and tight. His cock, his beautiful smooth cock, lightly pulsing, hard and just off his stomach. I think it was first a kiss. My lips on his balls, my tongue gently yet eagerly licking them, my open mouth sucking on them. No sense in hiding it, I guess. This was as much for me as it was for him. I was so incredibly turned on, so incredibly horny. Really, it seemed, I was little more than just a sex starved boy. Needing release more than anything else and exploring anyway to achieve it.
Thatâs how it seemed, that was what I was telling myself, but IT was more. It was drawing pleasure by giving it. I not sure I entirely admitted it to myself and for sure not to anyone else. However, I was falling for cock. I was becoming infatuated with it and the act of pleasuring it to the point of orgasm. Why did I enjoy making his cock cum so much?
My mouth moved from his sensitive ball sack to his cock. Now fully throbbing, but to hard to actually touch his stomach. What a sexual sight. He was breathing heavy, his hands tensely gripping the bedding. His dick looked so beautiful. His dick felt so wonderful. His warm shaft against my lips, I ran my tongue along the back side of his cock and up to itâs tip. A drop of pre cum had formed and it tasted like heaven on earth as I slide my mouth back down him. Maybe it was too much. Maybe it felt too intense. He pulled me up as he slide down the bed. I was now over him. My hard cock just inches from his face. He may of sighed, maybe he moaned, but clearly we both had the same thoughts. It was impossible to choose which was more exciting, which one was more satisfying. Getting pleasure or giving it.
His lips gently brushed against my cockâs tip and I felt as if my whole body was trembling. With my hands on the bedâs headboard, I could look down and see him just staring and my young cock. Yes, it was very clear, we both loved cock.
His hands ran up the back of my thighs and over my ass. Another first for me and I was surprised by the sensation and how sensual it felt. His hands stroking my ass, gripping it, then running a finger tip over my tight little opening, then back to my cheeks as he pulled me lower and took my dick deep into his mouth. No way to describe these feelings, all so new, all so raw. His hands held me and made me face fuck him. His hands on my ass, his mouth sucking my cock, my hips moving back and forth. I came so hard.
I filled his mouth with rush after rush of my hot, young cum. Not even giving him a warning, just like he had done to me and yet he never took his mouth from me. Instead, he gripped my hips and ass even tighter, pulling me down even harder, making me shoot my load deep down his throat.
If he had tried to take me, I would have let him. If he had only of asked, I would of have given myself to him. My mind raced at what it might be like to have him fuck me. To feel a hard cock inside me, to feel his balls slapping and his hips crushing me.
I pulled my spent cock from between his lips and moved down. Sitting on him, straddling him, I so very much wanted to feel his cockâs head against my asshole but was way to shy and nervous to ask for it. So, I slowly rocked back and forth on him. I smashed his hard, pre cum leaking cock under my balls and rhythmically starting grinding against him. His head tilted back, his back arched to met me told me he loved it. Very quickly, I looked down to see white streams of semen spurting out and up his chest. His head thrashing back and forth, his hands clawing at my thighs. What an incredible sight, what an incredible experience....
A few days later, lustful desires for sex and cock led me to his house early in the morning before school. I didnât even think if or not this might seem strange to anyone, so strong the cravings had become. There was no time to waste. We ended up on the side of his house and as he began to unbuckle his pants, I immediately fell to my knees. Oh, his cock looked so beautiful and felt so wonderful. I let myself enjoy the feeling of it pressed against my face and lips before I began to suck him. I loved feeling his dick harden in my mouth and feeling the ridge of his head on my tongue. I felt his hand pull my head back as he started to stroke himself. So very naturally, I opened my mouth, waiting, anticipating, his warm, delicious cum.
When I got to school, another student immediately asked what was on my jacket. I looked down to see that his cum was drying all down the front of me. White and shiny, I had not even noticed.
âEvery been in a sauna?â He asked. âThe whole team takes them after games and practices.â Itâs called âtaking a steamâ and itâs super relaxing, he said. Seemed normal enough to me, so when he asked if I wanted to try it, I said yes. âAll you need is a small space and hot water. Bathrooms are perfect, I do it all the time.â With that, we were there, both sitting on the edge of the bath tub, the scalding hot water running behind us. Soon, the small room was filled with steam and condensation ran down the mirror. âBetter take our clothes off of they will be soaked.â It made sense, and I didnât want him to think I was a nerd or something, so I stripped off my clothes, like he had, and handed them to him. He quickly threw them out side the door. Honestly, I would be lying if I said I wasnât already curious about other boys cocks. So I quickly stole a glance when he turned to return to his seat next to me. He was already hard, rock hard. Even through the steam, I could see his smooth member pointing out and up. He was so hard his dick barely moved as he walked. He watched me and knew I had seen him. My eyes must have been bulging.
He said, âYou probably donât even get hard yet, huh?â As if calling me out, prodding me. âYes I doâ I said quickly, as if I needed to defend my manhood. âI doubt itâ he said. âThen prove it, make yourself hard.â I could already feel my sex starved, cock curious dick begin to harden as I moved my nervous hand between my legs and wrapped my fingers around my sweat dripping cock. âNot like that. Like this,â he barked. Without a moment to even try to protest, as if I would have, his hand gripped me.
His touch sent feelings through my entire body that I had never known, never experienced. My legs felt weak, my head light, floating even. And the pleasure... I could feel my eyes roll back, lost and completely overcome. At that moment, there was nothing else in the WORLD besides his hand and my aching, throbbing cock. He gently, expertly stroked me and then, he stopped.
I felt intoxicated and close to faint. He knew all to well that at that moment, I would do anything to have him stroke me again. âHave you ever sucked a cock before?â âSuck mine and Iâll suck yours.â I donât even remember moving to my knees... I donât remember what the strongest desire I was having either.
His sweat covered, pre cum leaking, throbbing cock was now between my lips and in my mouth. Kneeling on my hands and knees before him, I sucked his cock. I had no idea how, yet it seemed to easy and natural. Like a piston, up and down his shaft.
He gave no warning when he came. His warm semen flowing into my mouth at the same time as he let out a low grunting sound. I pulled my mouth from him, not wanting to appear to eager, too gay, but it was already too late. I had tasted his jizz and felt it run out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. Iâm sure he knew how addictive that sensation and taste would become.
When it was my turn, my head was spinning so fast that I had to hold onto the vanity to steady myself. But it ended all to soon. I couldnât even try to describe that orgasm. Earth shattering, life changing is all that comes to mind.
The days that followed, found me oddly craving that odd taste of his sperm. The feeling of his hard, throbbing dick between my lips and filling my mouth. I longed for that incredible feeling of having him bring me to the edge, then making me explode for him. Body tingling, legs shaking, totally spent after glow of that amazing orgasm.
The next time I saw him was very different. Nervous, but knowing the pleasure to come. Maybe it was for him, an appreciation, or maybe it was just for me, but a lust had taken over. With him laying down on the edge of my bed, again I knelt down in front of him. His legs open, his balls full, firm and tight. His cock, his beautiful smooth cock, lightly pulsing, hard and just off his stomach. I think it was first a kiss. My lips on his balls, my tongue gently yet eagerly licking them, my open mouth sucking on them. No sense in hiding it, I guess. This was as much for me as it was for him. I was so incredibly turned on, so incredibly horny. Really, it seemed, I was little more than just a sex starved boy. Needing release more than anything else and exploring anyway to achieve it.
Thatâs how it seemed, that was what I was telling myself, but IT was more. It was drawing pleasure by giving it. I not sure I entirely admitted it to myself and for sure not to anyone else. However, I was falling for cock. I was becoming infatuated with it and the act of pleasuring it to the point of orgasm. Why did I enjoy making his cock cum so much?
My mouth moved from his sensitive ball sack to his cock. Now fully throbbing, but to hard to actually touch his stomach. What a sexual sight. He was breathing heavy, his hands tensely gripping the bedding. His dick looked so beautiful. His dick felt so wonderful. His warm shaft against my lips, I ran my tongue along the back side of his cock and up to itâs tip. A drop of pre cum had formed and it tasted like heaven on earth as I slide my mouth back down him. Maybe it was too much. Maybe it felt too intense. He pulled me up as he slide down the bed. I was now over him. My hard cock just inches from his face. He may of sighed, maybe he moaned, but clearly we both had the same thoughts. It was impossible to choose which was more exciting, which one was more satisfying. Getting pleasure or giving it.
His lips gently brushed against my cockâs tip and I felt as if my whole body was trembling. With my hands on the bedâs headboard, I could look down and see him just staring and my young cock. Yes, it was very clear, we both loved cock.
His hands ran up the back of my thighs and over my ass. Another first for me and I was surprised by the sensation and how sensual it felt. His hands stroking my ass, gripping it, then running a finger tip over my tight little opening, then back to my cheeks as he pulled me lower and took my dick deep into his mouth. No way to describe these feelings, all so new, all so raw. His hands held me and made me face fuck him. His hands on my ass, his mouth sucking my cock, my hips moving back and forth. I came so hard.
I filled his mouth with rush after rush of my hot, young cum. Not even giving him a warning, just like he had done to me and yet he never took his mouth from me. Instead, he gripped my hips and ass even tighter, pulling me down even harder, making me shoot my load deep down his throat.
If he had tried to take me, I would have let him. If he had only of asked, I would of have given myself to him. My mind raced at what it might be like to have him fuck me. To feel a hard cock inside me, to feel his balls slapping and his hips crushing me.
I pulled my spent cock from between his lips and moved down. Sitting on him, straddling him, I so very much wanted to feel his cockâs head against my asshole but was way to shy and nervous to ask for it. So, I slowly rocked back and forth on him. I smashed his hard, pre cum leaking cock under my balls and rhythmically starting grinding against him. His head tilted back, his back arched to met me told me he loved it. Very quickly, I looked down to see white streams of semen spurting out and up his chest. His head thrashing back and forth, his hands clawing at my thighs. What an incredible sight, what an incredible experience....
A few days later, lustful desires for sex and cock led me to his house early in the morning before school. I didnât even think if or not this might seem strange to anyone, so strong the cravings had become. There was no time to waste. We ended up on the side of his house and as he began to unbuckle his pants, I immediately fell to my knees. Oh, his cock looked so beautiful and felt so wonderful. I let myself enjoy the feeling of it pressed against my face and lips before I began to suck him. I loved feeling his dick harden in my mouth and feeling the ridge of his head on my tongue. I felt his hand pull my head back as he started to stroke himself. So very naturally, I opened my mouth, waiting, anticipating, his warm, delicious cum.
When I got to school, another student immediately asked what was on my jacket. I looked down to see that his cum was drying all down the front of me. White and shiny, I had not even noticed.
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