High School Fantasy. A short story.
Truthfully, my desires had started years earlier. Having seen adult magazines, my eyes were always drawn to the imates of cock. No one told me too, it was just my instinct. It was what turned me on the most. I had thought about what it would be like to suck cock, to taste cum so many times that I had lost count. The desires, the urges, kept on building, they never went away.
That particular night, I felt desperate for it. That was nothing new, but this night, the urge was even more powerful. It was too strong to deny. I was at my friends house, alone in his room. I knew how horny he was, we had both admitted it many times, but never in any sort of homosexual way. I just had to try, I could not help myself. I had to know. I asked if I could try sucking him. I said I would if he would, although I really didn't care if he reciprocated or not. I just felt that if he rejected my advance, it would seem less gay, somehow.
I remember how beautiful his cock looked as he took it out. I remember how it moved as he pulled his underwear down. I remember that sweet, slow motion like, movement as I brought my mouth to it. First on my lips, feeling it become stiff. Then, in my mouyh, on my tongue. The amazing taste of it. The sensation of him getting rock hard. I felt so lost in the thrill of it. Actually sucking dick was even better than my fantasy. My eyes rolled back, how cpuld I love it so much, so quickly? That first time, I sucked his cock until he came. I did not pull away,I knew how much better it would feel for him to release in my mouth. I wanted it, anyways. That flood of warm semen, the addictive flavor and power of it. So very addictive!
When I asked to come over to his house again, I doubt that we both did not know exactly what that meant. I could not hide it, my desire, my lusts. Why bother to hide it? This time, perhaps a little more driven, a little more comfortable. I licked his balls and gauged his reaction. Encouraged, I sucked on them, gently. The taste of him, the mild, musky scent of him. His manhood looked so sexy to me, so beautiful. Again, I made him cum in my mouth and swallowed as much as I could.
Our friendship began to change. Now, instead of playing sports or chasing girls together, our time together, although less, was almost exclusively spent with me sucking his wonderful cock to completion. My dreams at night had me wishing for more, though. As I sucked him, one afternoon, I asked if he wanted to fuck me. I remember pulling down my pants for him. Knowing I would be fucked, knowing that I would feel his hard cock inside me. I had played with myself, dreaming of this moment. Running my finger tips over my opening and pushing a finger inside, then two.
I remeber feeling his weight on me as I layed on my stomach, and felt him stretch me open. No condom, no hiding, just sex. Just him fucking me, slowly at first, then harder. The feeling! The sensation! Knowing I could never be the same, knowing that I had his cum inside me. After that, it was at his whim. He fucked me silly more times than I could count. It was just sex now, just his cum dump, but I loved it.
That particular night, I felt desperate for it. That was nothing new, but this night, the urge was even more powerful. It was too strong to deny. I was at my friends house, alone in his room. I knew how horny he was, we had both admitted it many times, but never in any sort of homosexual way. I just had to try, I could not help myself. I had to know. I asked if I could try sucking him. I said I would if he would, although I really didn't care if he reciprocated or not. I just felt that if he rejected my advance, it would seem less gay, somehow.
I remember how beautiful his cock looked as he took it out. I remember how it moved as he pulled his underwear down. I remember that sweet, slow motion like, movement as I brought my mouth to it. First on my lips, feeling it become stiff. Then, in my mouyh, on my tongue. The amazing taste of it. The sensation of him getting rock hard. I felt so lost in the thrill of it. Actually sucking dick was even better than my fantasy. My eyes rolled back, how cpuld I love it so much, so quickly? That first time, I sucked his cock until he came. I did not pull away,I knew how much better it would feel for him to release in my mouth. I wanted it, anyways. That flood of warm semen, the addictive flavor and power of it. So very addictive!
When I asked to come over to his house again, I doubt that we both did not know exactly what that meant. I could not hide it, my desire, my lusts. Why bother to hide it? This time, perhaps a little more driven, a little more comfortable. I licked his balls and gauged his reaction. Encouraged, I sucked on them, gently. The taste of him, the mild, musky scent of him. His manhood looked so sexy to me, so beautiful. Again, I made him cum in my mouth and swallowed as much as I could.
Our friendship began to change. Now, instead of playing sports or chasing girls together, our time together, although less, was almost exclusively spent with me sucking his wonderful cock to completion. My dreams at night had me wishing for more, though. As I sucked him, one afternoon, I asked if he wanted to fuck me. I remember pulling down my pants for him. Knowing I would be fucked, knowing that I would feel his hard cock inside me. I had played with myself, dreaming of this moment. Running my finger tips over my opening and pushing a finger inside, then two.
I remeber feeling his weight on me as I layed on my stomach, and felt him stretch me open. No condom, no hiding, just sex. Just him fucking me, slowly at first, then harder. The feeling! The sensation! Knowing I could never be the same, knowing that I had his cum inside me. After that, it was at his whim. He fucked me silly more times than I could count. It was just sex now, just his cum dump, but I loved it.
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