May-December's

I remember it tasted odd and bitter, the first time he came in my mouth. Odd, but addictive and I would come to love it, even crave it.

He was a coach of one of my sports teams. That, and the fact that he lived close to my house, meant it was easy to spend time together alone. If I had to say what started it all was an adult film. Straight, men with women, I had never seen one and it had the effect on me one would expect. My young cock was rock hard and throbbing.

As we watched, I hadn't noticed, but his hand was on my thigh. "Do you have a hard on?" I think he asked and then moved his hand to my crotch. The feeling of, at that time, unknown pleasure enveloped me, took over me. Everything was an erotic blur, I felt intoxicated. His hands slowly and gently undid my jeans as I sat motionless, until my young, hard dick sprang out. When he wrapped his fingers around my shaft I had to brace myself, I felt on the verge of passing out. I couldn't see straight. All there was in the world was my cock, his hand and the pleasure I felt.

I was unable to speak, unable to form a rational thought. His hand expertly caressed me, stroked me until I released. Wave after wave shook me, stream after stream spurted out and coated me til my hot, white cum ran down his hand and over my balls. The slick fluid lubed my aching dick as he continued to softly stroke me. I was a quivering, spent, cum soaked mess.

It became difficult to think of much else after that. I had become very attached to the way he could make me feel. The pleasure he could give me. Soon, I was curious about his body.

The first time I saw his cock he was standing in front of me. He undid his pants as I watched, wide eyed with erotic anticipation. He slid them down and let them fall to the floor. The sight took my breath away. His balls looked huge, manly and hairy. My eyes were fixed on him as he stepped out of his pants, making his soft cock and huge balls swing from side to side and stepped towards me.

I wanted to touch him, I was drawn to him. His manhood spilled out of my small hand as I tried to cup him, to caress him. His balls, full and heavy, his cock thick and soft and beautiful.

I layed awake at night thinking about it. By this time, he had started sucking my cock and bringing me to the most incredible, most explosive, most addicting orgasms ever. Although I had never done it, I dreamed about doing the same for him. A fantasy that I had to realize, a need that I had to fill. I touched myself, dreaming of it.

I took my shirt off and layed back. I touched his leg as he undressed. As always, my eyes glued to where I knew his huge cock would be. Like I had dreamed, he lowered myself down to me. Hoovering just over my chest, he held motionless. His huge balls and semi erect cock, mere inches from my face. The object of many nights fantasies, mere inches away from me. He let me make the move to get closer. He let my anticaption, my lust, build. First, I think it was a kiss. Feeling the warm, soft flesh against my lips, feeling him swell and harden. Then a lick, tasting his cock, any cock, for the very first time. Again, that wonderful, intoxicated feeling rushed over me and I let his cock's thick head slip between my lips. I loved it and couldn't wait for him to cum. To make him cum.

Years later, I found myself in the same postion, only reversed. Our first time was a warm summer day. The afternoon's sun shined through the window blinds filling the room with just enough of a warm glow to see his fit, smooth naked form as he layed out on my crisp, cool bed sheets. The afternoon started with a touch here, a caress there. The thrilling feeling of sexual arrousal, sexual tension. With my hand on his hip, our eyes met. His gaze of equal parts lust, desire and uncertainty made his feeling clear to me, in an instant.

I moved to him on the bed. Touching his thigh, I heard the air escape his lungs. I felt his body tremble. His cock hard, throbbed and bounced above his abdomen. I knew those feelings, those incredible first feelings. I leaned down and lightly kissed his nipple, making him make a soft "Ahhhh" sound. I looked down and saw a bead of clear pre cum and already formed on his cock's tip. Softly, seductively, I licked his nipple, then up his neck. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted him to want me to kiss him. I looked down at him, his eyes were closed, his breathing heavy. I pressed my lips to his. A soft kiss and he eagerly open his mouth for me.

My hand stroking his bare thigh, his hard cock bounced leaving a sticky, clear thread of fluid, cock tip to stomach, each time. His hands clinched at and grapped the bed sheets as I ran my fingers over his firm balls, then up his throbbing shaft. "Please make me cum!" he said. His whole body yearning for it, begging for it.

I gripped his dick and felt his sticky pre cum coat my hand, it was such a turn on, knowning how much he wanted this. Within a few strokes I lowered my mouth to him and tasted his sweet, lubed dick. Almost impossibly hard now, his cock's head so swollen and well defined, it felt incredible and I knew he was close. I sucked his dick wet and hard and let him explode in my mouth without slowing down or stopping, giving him the best orgasm of his young life.

As if opening a door, his sexual world was instantly, wonderfully expanded. As well as his unexplored desires and lust for cock.