Discoveries.
I was in high school when I discovered the thrill, the pleasure of forbidden gay sex. Young, curious and just plain horny, it started when I walked in on a friend, nude and asleep in his bed. The sight of him, of his cock, it stirred me and brought to the surface new and powerful lusts. I wasn't supposed to want cock, to want this kind of sex, that was what I was told, but the pull was overwhelming. I don't know how to describe it and could not do it justice if I tried. Thankfully, my wonderful friend would turn out to have the same urges and fell under that same incredible spell as I had.
The first time I placed my lips on him. I felt the strangest, most amazing tingle run through my whole body, coming to rest and stay in my spinning brain. His tight, full balls. His so very sexy looking shaft, his well defined cock's head. He felt so incredible, it made me feel so incredible. I had received blowjobs from girls a few times before, so I knew what I liked and what felt good. I also knew what they did, or more so, didn't do, that I knew to be amazing. Truthfully, I did them as much for me as for him. I did everything I desired. Caressing and cupping his full, tight balls, licking them, sucking them. Running my tongue around and flicking it against his cock's head. Taking his dick deep and sucking him hard. Sucking him, licking him, getting to feel the rush of his warm semen as it flowed and rushed into my mouth. Coating my tongue, taking over my senses. The odd, yet so very quickly addictive flavor. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but, maybe by instinct, I gulped some of it down. I remember how I thought I could feel it, thick and amazing, sliding down my throat. Gosh, it was intoxicating. It made my head feel light and floaty. I felt a revelation, I guess, a completeness. Everyone is different and for whatever reason, I found cock to be my biggest turn on. Cum, maybe even more so. The taste, the texure, knowing what it is and what it means, and being able to make a boy do it for me. In my friend, I found a willing and eager partner. A sexy, lean, fit partner with an insatiable sex drive, just like mine. What a turn on to know I would see him later in the day, back then. To think about dick and sex all day in class. Alot of these things would wonderfully happen later on in our encounters, but my mind was already thinking of, imagining so much more. I dreamed of wispering, "I want your cum." I dreamed of calling out for him to cum on me. All very private thoughts at that time, but still, they were there. "I want your cum" making love to him with my young, greedy, horny mouth. "Let me make you come," then going down on his sexy cock, making him shake, making him tremble, making his release. Oh, how I wanted all of it.
Just the most amazing times. Both young, both so curious and horny, exploring, pleasuring. Not knowing what exactly to do, what was expected or acceptable, we still just explored and discovered on our own. Our bodies, our desires, there were no boundaries as we both learned what we liked and how we felt. Sometimes with some nervous laughter, sometimes with such incredible passion, there was nothing we did not try. Maybe not at first, but quickly, we were giving into what we desired and what brought us the most indescribable of pleasures. Nervous, but without judgement, we explored.
I remember so very much wanting to squeeze his ass. Such a simple a thing, of course, but to give into the urge, to put myself out there like that, was frightening. Oh, how good his ass felt. How could it? I thought. But then, why shouldn't it. There were no rules, no guide book, just what felt good and discovering what felt right. Holding it, cupping it, caressing it, then, to bring my face closer to his. The urge to kiss, so strong, but did he want to, too? Was that too much, was that too intimate? Standing there, both so wonderfully nude, so exciting, so freeing. Leaning in, nervous, curious, holding him close, holding his ass, my lips brushed against his neck. It sent jolts through the both of us. We both knew it, there was no denying it. Our cock's, both so impossibly hard, pressed up on each other. Naturally, instinctively, we moved our hips, grinding, feeling what felt good, feeling one another. What amazing sensations. I could feel ourselves become wet and sticky with pre cum. Young, erect, potent cock's, releasing their sweet, sticky fluid. Wonderfully, he held my ass, too. It surprised me, maybe it had surprised him when I had put mine on his. I guess it was an ingrained sense of our expected male roles, yet it felt wonderful. We were rewriting things, making our own way. To be desired, to feel sexual. To give in to it all. That was when the urge became too strong, the moment so right. Nervously, slowly, incredibly, I brought my lips to his. There was such a rush. A rush of emotions, a rush of endorphins. Just from that simple touch of our lips. It was subtle, but roles and desires and feelings and expecttions were changing. Organically, naturally, they were changing and it was all so thrilling. Moving from touching each other, sucking each other, to even more wonderful discoveries.
There was a certain feeling in the air in that moment, unseen yet it was still there. Our breathing, slightly heavier, an anticipation, a desire. Breathless now, our mouths met for the first time. Everthing so new, it all so raw. Pressing our lips together, then slightly opening them, then letting our tongues touch. After that... deep moans, deep kisses, our tongues passionately probing, our hands grabbing and grinding. The arousal was so strong, I felt on the verge of exploding. Fuck, it all felt so good. Hard cocks rubbing, hips bucking, I came, my cock pressed against his, betwen our gyrating bodies. I shook and I came, making us both sticky and slick. I felt so spent, so helpless to the pleasure and release I was feeling. I was only to happy to let him use my mouth afterwards. Cock, I had found was just the biggest turn on. Slipping to my knees for him, his cock was throbbing, covered in sweet pre cum, probably covered in my own cum, too. He put his hands on my head, I'm sure so very desparate for release. He fucked my mouth. Eagerly, greedily, I sucked him, also so very desparate, so wanting his load. Why did that feel so amazing? Why did it feel so right? Quickly, I had found the power, the feeling of completeness, in making him and taking his cum. Going down on each other became a regular thing, as often as we could. We learned, we explored, we expanded our sexual horizons.
Quickly, naturally, we found other, kinkier pleasures. The joy of getting a "Facial." Feeling his warm, wonderful jizz land on, splash on my face. Sucking his tight balls, licking his dick til he came. I didn't know why it was such a turn on, it didn't matter why, only that it was. My friend, finding his own lusts and pleasures, licked his own cum off my cheek. More incredible discoveries, each building the ones before. His ass, his asshole, so sexy, we both were ready for more, another step. I had started licking his hole, mostly, I thought, for my own pleasure. Naturally, things progressed. We both wanted to, as only instiable young men could. Fuck, my cock would get so hard. Pushing it into him, into his tight, amazing asshole. Hearing his grunts, hearing my moans. So tight, so wonderfully tight. He seemed to have some of his best orgasms with me inside him. We tried every position. Him on all fours, on his stomach, on top, even standing. Pressed for time, pressed for privacy, there was one time when he just pulled down his pants, just enough so that I could fuck him. Such a thrill, so horny, so turned on, I fucked him, pounded into him until I exploded and released, giving him my semen. His breathing, my panting, so kinky and hot! I liked him on top, I liked to see his beautiful cock, to stroke him and make him shoot his white cum load on my chest. Grunting, grinding, til I filled him with my own load. He fucked me, too. Nothing was off limits. Although, I would rather suck him off, I do remember feeling his cum running out of me later as I walked home. I felt so sexy. I ran my cum soaked fingers along my asshole and stroked myself off to the thought, cumming explosively yet again.
He had two, beautiful sisters. I found them both incredibly attractive. I even dated one of them. Seemed like everytime though, after every date, I'd end up somewhere going down on him and he on me. No drama, no blue balls, just the wonderful pleasure of each other's lusty mouths. He actually had a girl friend, too. Yet, we usually ended the evenings the sameway. Leaning back, with a hand on the other's head as he swallowed cum. Twice, I remember tasting her on him. He had fucked her. I could smell her, I could taste her and he could not wait to have me suck him. I admit, it was a turn on. My first exposure to bisexual lifestyle.
My friend's youngest sister, she was just so cute, she had just the best ass. I guess that runs in the family. She almost caught us one afternoon. I had rushed over, knowing that on some days, this day, we would be alone for a short time. We were in his bedroom when we heard her in the hallway outside his room, She had come home quietly, or we just didn't hear her. My face was buried between his ass cheeks, licking his sexy hole, when she knocked on his door. He dove under his covers and I quickly stood, wiping my saliva from my face. Heart racing, pulse pounding, thankfully, she only said "Hi" before walking away. Somehow, it was so exciting, it was somehow so kinky and dangerous. I remember his softly spoken words, "Fuck me!" It was strangely a huge turn on for him. No judgements, in fact, later we would start exploring more out in public. There is a certain thrill in being seen or in almost caught, for some. I think he was one of them. Going to the beach, finding a stretch of uncrowded sand and laying out, completely naked. Feeling the warm sun on our skin, smelling the salty air, seeing people near by, but not too near. Seeing his cock always brought on the the same, overpowering urges. He loved getting sucked in public and I loved sucking him. I could see people looking over, watching, as I kneeled between his legs or leaned over next to him. Fuck, he would cum so hard! Almost everytime, we would be ready for more before we even left.
So many times, we shared each other. I had lost count of how many times I made him and tasted his cum. I'm sure he was the same. Though, I do remember a day when I swallowed his amazing, creamy, thick cum load four times. I felt intoxicated the whole day. Just about anywhere, at anytime. Finding a quick or private moment in a garage or park, quickly swallowing each other's cum or finding more privacy and taking our time. All amazing, but those times were the best. They stood out. Usually, we started out kissing, letting our arousal and orgams build. Nude, pressed together. Kissing his neck, him kissing mine, tongues touching, intertwining. Getting so incredibly erect and hard. Knowing I would get to feel his full, tight balls on my lips, the delicate folds of his asshole on my tongue. Gulping down his cum as he shakes and quakes. Feeling that incredible moment of release when he makes me feed him my own load or explode inside his tight ass. Fuck it felt so good, all of it. Then, kissing, tasting each other's cum on our horny lips and getting hard all over again. Fucking and sucking all over again.
Twice, we stumbled into other like minded guy's. One older, one younger, they were both incredible experiences in their own, unique ways. Two whole new worlds of sexual discovery. Many times before, I had wondered if classmates were drawn to cock like I was. Even more times, I wondered if they would let me suck them and make them cum. The latter, went to the school, but in a lower grade.There is such a thrill in finding dick and now I, we, had. There is something to the saying that guys who are interested in other guys can sense it in each other. I never thought of myself or my friend as being outwardly gay, but both times, they seemed to know. However, we weren't shy at all, especially after getting to know that about them, and especially my friend. He could be downright bold at times. The older guy, the older man, he was the one to approach us. It would be him that also would introduce us to new things, new experiences. We could tell he liked us, the looks, some innocent touches, we just knew. My urges seemed to kick in immediately. For me, it wasn't about looks, or any of that. It was about sex, it was about cock, it was about pleasure. Right away, those powerful desires kicked in. I quickly wanted to suck his dick. The thought of having my lips on another was thrilling. My friend, of course, had been the only boy I had known in that way and the thought of sex with another guy was electric.
It might sound like an odd thing to do now, but back then we got into his car and were on our way to his house. Truthfully, I even thought about going down on him as he drove. At his place, the feeling was of privacy, intimacy and abandon. He had a vcr, state of the art back then, and played a gay porno. Neither one of us had seen much porn of anykind, so the atmosphere was erotic and charged. Inviting to the sofa, we joined him and saw men engaged in various sexual acts and situations. It was an incredible turn on. Other men, doing what we were doing and loving it, too. It was incredible, just to be with someone older that understood the feelings and desires we had. Maybe even validate them. It was a new experiences, to be desired and to desire. Honestly, looking back, it was his age, but maybe, mostly, it was the possibilty to share the passion in private, were the allure of cock was welcome. It was the possiblity to experience pleasures, multiple and new pleasures. The kind only being with multiple partners could bring. It wasn't something I had thought of before, but now, it was front and center. Now, I could so very easily imagine being on my knees and jerking them both off onto my face and into my eager mouth. I got so hard at the thought.
On the sofa, with his helping hands, we took off our shirts, and he did his. Horny, eager and confident, he knew what he wanted. So sexy in it's own way! He moved his lips to our's, one at a rime, and kissed us. Guiding us to his chest, he wanted us to lick and suck his nipples. We both maybe thought it odd, but we happily did it.We thought It was that it was something for girls, how wrong I would find out I was, though. Never trying it, never experiencing the plessure of it, we didn't know how amazing it could feel. The heightening it could bring to have mouths on them, licking, teasing, sucking them. Still, we did it and he loved it, it was so erotic! I put my hand on his hip, still a little shy, I guess. Then, quickly, boldly, moved it to feel his still restrained, cock. I felt so instantly hard touching it. No denying it, I was impossibly so turned on by cock. Running our hands over him, running them over his erection. Freeing it, feeling it, stroking it, I moved from his chest, down. Just the strongest urge to use my mouth on him. I looked over and saw his hand down the back of my friend's pants, we, all three, were getting what we wanted. Soon, my friend was on his lap. The older man had brought his mouth to his chest. The look on my friend's face, head back eyes closed. The old man reached for my chest and traced a nipple, then rubbed it and gently pinched it. I immediately understood the pleasure they both had felt as pre cum flowed out of me. It seemed funny to think of, here seemed to be a direct connection between nipples and cock. I felt like I was cumming. To this day, a hand under my shirt, a willing mouth on my chest, I become unable to resist anything, and willing to do anything.
We spent the afternoon exploring each other, taking turns pleasuring each other. All three of us ended up laying on each other, spent and complete, even euphoric. With their cum on my tongue and down my throat, it felt so right to kiss both of them and caress their nude bodies, one young fit and lean, the other mature, softer and experienced. Looking back, there was no jealousy, just the pursuit and exploration of our sexual desires. We, I, felt secure in our friendship, adding another was just icing on the cake. It was such an amazing time in my life.
I had other thoughts and fantasises, too. One was that I imagined and knew my friend might crave. Having me inside him, pounding him, while he takes that mature dick in his mouth. Fucking the cum out of him while an older man uses his throat. Flooding him with shooting, oozing, warm, sexy cum. Filling him, feeding him, actually, maybe I was secretly wanting that, too.
Our very next encounter together, he told us how hot it would be to see us do this or that and my friend and I were only too happy to act things out for him. It was fun, it was sexy, we were both rock hard and completely nude for him. I stole glances his way, as he had taken out his cock and was slowly stroking himself. I don't know why, but the idea of making an older man cum was so thrilling to me back then and I think we both enjoyed teasing and enticing him. Thoughts of the time before, of seeing his manly dick spurt and ooze jizz, I so wanted more. "Kiss him", "touch his ass", "put his cock in your mouth." His words and directions. It was all so kinky and fun. I remember my friend getting on all fours and arching his back, pointing his perfect little hole at the the older man, I did it too. We even made out, asses in the air, putting on a show, for him to watch. We loved it and I think it a way to show appreciation for the experiences and privacy he provided. We took turns touching and sucking each other's cocks after that. I moved to my knees, so wanting his cock. My friend, at his direction stood on the sofa and he engulfed him, throated him. His nose buried deep in my friend's patch of pubic hair. I joined my friend and took turns getting deep throated as he stroked himself. It was all kind of surreal. Like we were in a make believe, sexual world where nothing was off limits and there were no inhabitions.
The younger boy I spoke of, that we met was similar, yet so different. Just as thrilling, just as incredible, but different. There really is something to the thought that boys who crave boys might be able to sense each other. Now, however, it was kind of like we were the experienced ones showing him the amazing world, feelings and pleasures of sex. I wanted him, like I wanted my friend, like I wanted the older man, but it was unique and new. I think I wanted to be with him as he experienced these things, maybe it was a way to live them, to introduce him to them.
Even though we all had similar thoughts and desires, it started out slowly, innocently. At least on the surface. It was some casual, lingering looks, some casual touches and comments. My friend and I had even talked about getting him to join us sometime, but it would be just the two of us that first time. Maybe it seemed too much for him at first, of course it must of been. It would of been for me, too. Maybe just one on one, just him and me, that was to be our beginning. I can not express the excitement we both felt. He was nervous, trembling, but like me, could not wait to touch cock. So raw and filled with desire.
I sensed it in him and he had to of sensed it in me. Without words, we hunted for privacy. Simple touches meant so much more, gazes took on such importance. Standing, facing each other, our hands touching, already beginning to breathe heavy. I remember the thrill of moving to my knees in front of him and undoing his pants, pulling down his underwear. I felt such incredible lust, I planted soft kisses all around his smooth, young dick. His breathing, his trembling at my touch, body. His dick bounced and throbbed in anticipation. So sexy, innocent, fresh, I don't know which of us was more turned on. His young cock on my lips, the feeling is undescribable. Like my friend before, but this time I had a new understanding of i'ts draw and power. It might sound intimate, maybe even romantic, but it was really little more than lusty, raging hormones. I sucked his dick and felt that familiar tingle and rush. As good as I knew this must feel to him, he, like me, craved anlther kind of boy on boy pleasure. He wantedwhat I felt, he wanted cock, too.
I stood and reveled in his excitement. The urgency, the craving, the lust, I knew it and he was feeling it. I watched as he brought his trembling lips to my balls. Nervous, but unshakably driven, I can imagine his pent up passion, I had known it also. My older friend had taught me the power of encouragment. The heightening of lust through words. I whispered things like, "Yes, that feels good." "Yeah, lick my balls," letting him know I liked it, letting him known these desires were okay. He took my hard cock into his wonderful, warm mouth. He seemed to know exactly what to do and quickly had made my orgasm build. I asked, "Can I cum in your mouth?" I would of loved him to answer, to proclaim what I so knew he desired. Of course, just starting out on his world of discovery, that was asking too much. His moans and sounds were enough. I began to shake for him and released a powerful shot of semen into his mouth, down his throat, he pulled away, but held my spurting cock and stroked it. I could see the ecstasy on his face as my cum landed on him, the fulfillment of so many fantasises. He didn't need to say it, I could see it, I knew it also, so very well.
We moved to the ground and as he layed back, I bathed his pre cum covered cock amd balls with my tongue. I knew he would be on edge, so wonderfully close. I just licked and lapped at his cock and it's tip, making him absolutely quake in anticipation. Sensing he was close, I stopped, only to start again. Softly, under his heavy breathing, I heard his words, "Please make me cum." I felt light headed, as he was, and dove my cock and cum hungry mouth onto him and he shook, then exploded. Sucking and swallowing, I took his young cum leaving him drained and spent. His eyes, glassy and dreamy, that addictive feeling and this was only the start.
We shared another encounter together before I suggested we meet with my friend. He was more than ready, all three of us were.
The first time I placed my lips on him. I felt the strangest, most amazing tingle run through my whole body, coming to rest and stay in my spinning brain. His tight, full balls. His so very sexy looking shaft, his well defined cock's head. He felt so incredible, it made me feel so incredible. I had received blowjobs from girls a few times before, so I knew what I liked and what felt good. I also knew what they did, or more so, didn't do, that I knew to be amazing. Truthfully, I did them as much for me as for him. I did everything I desired. Caressing and cupping his full, tight balls, licking them, sucking them. Running my tongue around and flicking it against his cock's head. Taking his dick deep and sucking him hard. Sucking him, licking him, getting to feel the rush of his warm semen as it flowed and rushed into my mouth. Coating my tongue, taking over my senses. The odd, yet so very quickly addictive flavor. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but, maybe by instinct, I gulped some of it down. I remember how I thought I could feel it, thick and amazing, sliding down my throat. Gosh, it was intoxicating. It made my head feel light and floaty. I felt a revelation, I guess, a completeness. Everyone is different and for whatever reason, I found cock to be my biggest turn on. Cum, maybe even more so. The taste, the texure, knowing what it is and what it means, and being able to make a boy do it for me. In my friend, I found a willing and eager partner. A sexy, lean, fit partner with an insatiable sex drive, just like mine. What a turn on to know I would see him later in the day, back then. To think about dick and sex all day in class. Alot of these things would wonderfully happen later on in our encounters, but my mind was already thinking of, imagining so much more. I dreamed of wispering, "I want your cum." I dreamed of calling out for him to cum on me. All very private thoughts at that time, but still, they were there. "I want your cum" making love to him with my young, greedy, horny mouth. "Let me make you come," then going down on his sexy cock, making him shake, making him tremble, making his release. Oh, how I wanted all of it.
Just the most amazing times. Both young, both so curious and horny, exploring, pleasuring. Not knowing what exactly to do, what was expected or acceptable, we still just explored and discovered on our own. Our bodies, our desires, there were no boundaries as we both learned what we liked and how we felt. Sometimes with some nervous laughter, sometimes with such incredible passion, there was nothing we did not try. Maybe not at first, but quickly, we were giving into what we desired and what brought us the most indescribable of pleasures. Nervous, but without judgement, we explored.
I remember so very much wanting to squeeze his ass. Such a simple a thing, of course, but to give into the urge, to put myself out there like that, was frightening. Oh, how good his ass felt. How could it? I thought. But then, why shouldn't it. There were no rules, no guide book, just what felt good and discovering what felt right. Holding it, cupping it, caressing it, then, to bring my face closer to his. The urge to kiss, so strong, but did he want to, too? Was that too much, was that too intimate? Standing there, both so wonderfully nude, so exciting, so freeing. Leaning in, nervous, curious, holding him close, holding his ass, my lips brushed against his neck. It sent jolts through the both of us. We both knew it, there was no denying it. Our cock's, both so impossibly hard, pressed up on each other. Naturally, instinctively, we moved our hips, grinding, feeling what felt good, feeling one another. What amazing sensations. I could feel ourselves become wet and sticky with pre cum. Young, erect, potent cock's, releasing their sweet, sticky fluid. Wonderfully, he held my ass, too. It surprised me, maybe it had surprised him when I had put mine on his. I guess it was an ingrained sense of our expected male roles, yet it felt wonderful. We were rewriting things, making our own way. To be desired, to feel sexual. To give in to it all. That was when the urge became too strong, the moment so right. Nervously, slowly, incredibly, I brought my lips to his. There was such a rush. A rush of emotions, a rush of endorphins. Just from that simple touch of our lips. It was subtle, but roles and desires and feelings and expecttions were changing. Organically, naturally, they were changing and it was all so thrilling. Moving from touching each other, sucking each other, to even more wonderful discoveries.
There was a certain feeling in the air in that moment, unseen yet it was still there. Our breathing, slightly heavier, an anticipation, a desire. Breathless now, our mouths met for the first time. Everthing so new, it all so raw. Pressing our lips together, then slightly opening them, then letting our tongues touch. After that... deep moans, deep kisses, our tongues passionately probing, our hands grabbing and grinding. The arousal was so strong, I felt on the verge of exploding. Fuck, it all felt so good. Hard cocks rubbing, hips bucking, I came, my cock pressed against his, betwen our gyrating bodies. I shook and I came, making us both sticky and slick. I felt so spent, so helpless to the pleasure and release I was feeling. I was only to happy to let him use my mouth afterwards. Cock, I had found was just the biggest turn on. Slipping to my knees for him, his cock was throbbing, covered in sweet pre cum, probably covered in my own cum, too. He put his hands on my head, I'm sure so very desparate for release. He fucked my mouth. Eagerly, greedily, I sucked him, also so very desparate, so wanting his load. Why did that feel so amazing? Why did it feel so right? Quickly, I had found the power, the feeling of completeness, in making him and taking his cum. Going down on each other became a regular thing, as often as we could. We learned, we explored, we expanded our sexual horizons.
Quickly, naturally, we found other, kinkier pleasures. The joy of getting a "Facial." Feeling his warm, wonderful jizz land on, splash on my face. Sucking his tight balls, licking his dick til he came. I didn't know why it was such a turn on, it didn't matter why, only that it was. My friend, finding his own lusts and pleasures, licked his own cum off my cheek. More incredible discoveries, each building the ones before. His ass, his asshole, so sexy, we both were ready for more, another step. I had started licking his hole, mostly, I thought, for my own pleasure. Naturally, things progressed. We both wanted to, as only instiable young men could. Fuck, my cock would get so hard. Pushing it into him, into his tight, amazing asshole. Hearing his grunts, hearing my moans. So tight, so wonderfully tight. He seemed to have some of his best orgasms with me inside him. We tried every position. Him on all fours, on his stomach, on top, even standing. Pressed for time, pressed for privacy, there was one time when he just pulled down his pants, just enough so that I could fuck him. Such a thrill, so horny, so turned on, I fucked him, pounded into him until I exploded and released, giving him my semen. His breathing, my panting, so kinky and hot! I liked him on top, I liked to see his beautiful cock, to stroke him and make him shoot his white cum load on my chest. Grunting, grinding, til I filled him with my own load. He fucked me, too. Nothing was off limits. Although, I would rather suck him off, I do remember feeling his cum running out of me later as I walked home. I felt so sexy. I ran my cum soaked fingers along my asshole and stroked myself off to the thought, cumming explosively yet again.
He had two, beautiful sisters. I found them both incredibly attractive. I even dated one of them. Seemed like everytime though, after every date, I'd end up somewhere going down on him and he on me. No drama, no blue balls, just the wonderful pleasure of each other's lusty mouths. He actually had a girl friend, too. Yet, we usually ended the evenings the sameway. Leaning back, with a hand on the other's head as he swallowed cum. Twice, I remember tasting her on him. He had fucked her. I could smell her, I could taste her and he could not wait to have me suck him. I admit, it was a turn on. My first exposure to bisexual lifestyle.
My friend's youngest sister, she was just so cute, she had just the best ass. I guess that runs in the family. She almost caught us one afternoon. I had rushed over, knowing that on some days, this day, we would be alone for a short time. We were in his bedroom when we heard her in the hallway outside his room, She had come home quietly, or we just didn't hear her. My face was buried between his ass cheeks, licking his sexy hole, when she knocked on his door. He dove under his covers and I quickly stood, wiping my saliva from my face. Heart racing, pulse pounding, thankfully, she only said "Hi" before walking away. Somehow, it was so exciting, it was somehow so kinky and dangerous. I remember his softly spoken words, "Fuck me!" It was strangely a huge turn on for him. No judgements, in fact, later we would start exploring more out in public. There is a certain thrill in being seen or in almost caught, for some. I think he was one of them. Going to the beach, finding a stretch of uncrowded sand and laying out, completely naked. Feeling the warm sun on our skin, smelling the salty air, seeing people near by, but not too near. Seeing his cock always brought on the the same, overpowering urges. He loved getting sucked in public and I loved sucking him. I could see people looking over, watching, as I kneeled between his legs or leaned over next to him. Fuck, he would cum so hard! Almost everytime, we would be ready for more before we even left.
So many times, we shared each other. I had lost count of how many times I made him and tasted his cum. I'm sure he was the same. Though, I do remember a day when I swallowed his amazing, creamy, thick cum load four times. I felt intoxicated the whole day. Just about anywhere, at anytime. Finding a quick or private moment in a garage or park, quickly swallowing each other's cum or finding more privacy and taking our time. All amazing, but those times were the best. They stood out. Usually, we started out kissing, letting our arousal and orgams build. Nude, pressed together. Kissing his neck, him kissing mine, tongues touching, intertwining. Getting so incredibly erect and hard. Knowing I would get to feel his full, tight balls on my lips, the delicate folds of his asshole on my tongue. Gulping down his cum as he shakes and quakes. Feeling that incredible moment of release when he makes me feed him my own load or explode inside his tight ass. Fuck it felt so good, all of it. Then, kissing, tasting each other's cum on our horny lips and getting hard all over again. Fucking and sucking all over again.
Twice, we stumbled into other like minded guy's. One older, one younger, they were both incredible experiences in their own, unique ways. Two whole new worlds of sexual discovery. Many times before, I had wondered if classmates were drawn to cock like I was. Even more times, I wondered if they would let me suck them and make them cum. The latter, went to the school, but in a lower grade.There is such a thrill in finding dick and now I, we, had. There is something to the saying that guys who are interested in other guys can sense it in each other. I never thought of myself or my friend as being outwardly gay, but both times, they seemed to know. However, we weren't shy at all, especially after getting to know that about them, and especially my friend. He could be downright bold at times. The older guy, the older man, he was the one to approach us. It would be him that also would introduce us to new things, new experiences. We could tell he liked us, the looks, some innocent touches, we just knew. My urges seemed to kick in immediately. For me, it wasn't about looks, or any of that. It was about sex, it was about cock, it was about pleasure. Right away, those powerful desires kicked in. I quickly wanted to suck his dick. The thought of having my lips on another was thrilling. My friend, of course, had been the only boy I had known in that way and the thought of sex with another guy was electric.
It might sound like an odd thing to do now, but back then we got into his car and were on our way to his house. Truthfully, I even thought about going down on him as he drove. At his place, the feeling was of privacy, intimacy and abandon. He had a vcr, state of the art back then, and played a gay porno. Neither one of us had seen much porn of anykind, so the atmosphere was erotic and charged. Inviting to the sofa, we joined him and saw men engaged in various sexual acts and situations. It was an incredible turn on. Other men, doing what we were doing and loving it, too. It was incredible, just to be with someone older that understood the feelings and desires we had. Maybe even validate them. It was a new experiences, to be desired and to desire. Honestly, looking back, it was his age, but maybe, mostly, it was the possibilty to share the passion in private, were the allure of cock was welcome. It was the possiblity to experience pleasures, multiple and new pleasures. The kind only being with multiple partners could bring. It wasn't something I had thought of before, but now, it was front and center. Now, I could so very easily imagine being on my knees and jerking them both off onto my face and into my eager mouth. I got so hard at the thought.
On the sofa, with his helping hands, we took off our shirts, and he did his. Horny, eager and confident, he knew what he wanted. So sexy in it's own way! He moved his lips to our's, one at a rime, and kissed us. Guiding us to his chest, he wanted us to lick and suck his nipples. We both maybe thought it odd, but we happily did it.We thought It was that it was something for girls, how wrong I would find out I was, though. Never trying it, never experiencing the plessure of it, we didn't know how amazing it could feel. The heightening it could bring to have mouths on them, licking, teasing, sucking them. Still, we did it and he loved it, it was so erotic! I put my hand on his hip, still a little shy, I guess. Then, quickly, boldly, moved it to feel his still restrained, cock. I felt so instantly hard touching it. No denying it, I was impossibly so turned on by cock. Running our hands over him, running them over his erection. Freeing it, feeling it, stroking it, I moved from his chest, down. Just the strongest urge to use my mouth on him. I looked over and saw his hand down the back of my friend's pants, we, all three, were getting what we wanted. Soon, my friend was on his lap. The older man had brought his mouth to his chest. The look on my friend's face, head back eyes closed. The old man reached for my chest and traced a nipple, then rubbed it and gently pinched it. I immediately understood the pleasure they both had felt as pre cum flowed out of me. It seemed funny to think of, here seemed to be a direct connection between nipples and cock. I felt like I was cumming. To this day, a hand under my shirt, a willing mouth on my chest, I become unable to resist anything, and willing to do anything.
We spent the afternoon exploring each other, taking turns pleasuring each other. All three of us ended up laying on each other, spent and complete, even euphoric. With their cum on my tongue and down my throat, it felt so right to kiss both of them and caress their nude bodies, one young fit and lean, the other mature, softer and experienced. Looking back, there was no jealousy, just the pursuit and exploration of our sexual desires. We, I, felt secure in our friendship, adding another was just icing on the cake. It was such an amazing time in my life.
I had other thoughts and fantasises, too. One was that I imagined and knew my friend might crave. Having me inside him, pounding him, while he takes that mature dick in his mouth. Fucking the cum out of him while an older man uses his throat. Flooding him with shooting, oozing, warm, sexy cum. Filling him, feeding him, actually, maybe I was secretly wanting that, too.
Our very next encounter together, he told us how hot it would be to see us do this or that and my friend and I were only too happy to act things out for him. It was fun, it was sexy, we were both rock hard and completely nude for him. I stole glances his way, as he had taken out his cock and was slowly stroking himself. I don't know why, but the idea of making an older man cum was so thrilling to me back then and I think we both enjoyed teasing and enticing him. Thoughts of the time before, of seeing his manly dick spurt and ooze jizz, I so wanted more. "Kiss him", "touch his ass", "put his cock in your mouth." His words and directions. It was all so kinky and fun. I remember my friend getting on all fours and arching his back, pointing his perfect little hole at the the older man, I did it too. We even made out, asses in the air, putting on a show, for him to watch. We loved it and I think it a way to show appreciation for the experiences and privacy he provided. We took turns touching and sucking each other's cocks after that. I moved to my knees, so wanting his cock. My friend, at his direction stood on the sofa and he engulfed him, throated him. His nose buried deep in my friend's patch of pubic hair. I joined my friend and took turns getting deep throated as he stroked himself. It was all kind of surreal. Like we were in a make believe, sexual world where nothing was off limits and there were no inhabitions.
The younger boy I spoke of, that we met was similar, yet so different. Just as thrilling, just as incredible, but different. There really is something to the thought that boys who crave boys might be able to sense each other. Now, however, it was kind of like we were the experienced ones showing him the amazing world, feelings and pleasures of sex. I wanted him, like I wanted my friend, like I wanted the older man, but it was unique and new. I think I wanted to be with him as he experienced these things, maybe it was a way to live them, to introduce him to them.
Even though we all had similar thoughts and desires, it started out slowly, innocently. At least on the surface. It was some casual, lingering looks, some casual touches and comments. My friend and I had even talked about getting him to join us sometime, but it would be just the two of us that first time. Maybe it seemed too much for him at first, of course it must of been. It would of been for me, too. Maybe just one on one, just him and me, that was to be our beginning. I can not express the excitement we both felt. He was nervous, trembling, but like me, could not wait to touch cock. So raw and filled with desire.
I sensed it in him and he had to of sensed it in me. Without words, we hunted for privacy. Simple touches meant so much more, gazes took on such importance. Standing, facing each other, our hands touching, already beginning to breathe heavy. I remember the thrill of moving to my knees in front of him and undoing his pants, pulling down his underwear. I felt such incredible lust, I planted soft kisses all around his smooth, young dick. His breathing, his trembling at my touch, body. His dick bounced and throbbed in anticipation. So sexy, innocent, fresh, I don't know which of us was more turned on. His young cock on my lips, the feeling is undescribable. Like my friend before, but this time I had a new understanding of i'ts draw and power. It might sound intimate, maybe even romantic, but it was really little more than lusty, raging hormones. I sucked his dick and felt that familiar tingle and rush. As good as I knew this must feel to him, he, like me, craved anlther kind of boy on boy pleasure. He wantedwhat I felt, he wanted cock, too.
I stood and reveled in his excitement. The urgency, the craving, the lust, I knew it and he was feeling it. I watched as he brought his trembling lips to my balls. Nervous, but unshakably driven, I can imagine his pent up passion, I had known it also. My older friend had taught me the power of encouragment. The heightening of lust through words. I whispered things like, "Yes, that feels good." "Yeah, lick my balls," letting him know I liked it, letting him known these desires were okay. He took my hard cock into his wonderful, warm mouth. He seemed to know exactly what to do and quickly had made my orgasm build. I asked, "Can I cum in your mouth?" I would of loved him to answer, to proclaim what I so knew he desired. Of course, just starting out on his world of discovery, that was asking too much. His moans and sounds were enough. I began to shake for him and released a powerful shot of semen into his mouth, down his throat, he pulled away, but held my spurting cock and stroked it. I could see the ecstasy on his face as my cum landed on him, the fulfillment of so many fantasises. He didn't need to say it, I could see it, I knew it also, so very well.
We moved to the ground and as he layed back, I bathed his pre cum covered cock amd balls with my tongue. I knew he would be on edge, so wonderfully close. I just licked and lapped at his cock and it's tip, making him absolutely quake in anticipation. Sensing he was close, I stopped, only to start again. Softly, under his heavy breathing, I heard his words, "Please make me cum." I felt light headed, as he was, and dove my cock and cum hungry mouth onto him and he shook, then exploded. Sucking and swallowing, I took his young cum leaving him drained and spent. His eyes, glassy and dreamy, that addictive feeling and this was only the start.
We shared another encounter together before I suggested we meet with my friend. He was more than ready, all three of us were.
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