Just a little mutual masturbation
Growing up, I had spent a lot of time at my younger cousin's house, in part because he was the only other boy, and because my aunt and uncle were loaded. They didn’t hesitate to give him anything he wanted. Like a brand new computer with a really great video card. So we played computer games and talked about the usual shit.
And then he asked if I had ever had sex. Of course, I had a few girlfriends, but at this point I had only ever done it once. And it wasn’t pleasurable. So I did the best I could, and I lied about how great it “was”. I told him all the things I had fantasized about doing in bed and passing them off as if they were real. About being jerked off, and sucked off, and fucked until I was raw. And by his squirming, I could tell he was being affected by the story. And sure enough, when he turned to adjust himself in the seat, I saw a little tent starting to appear. He turned to me, with almost a sullen face and confessed that he had never done anything with anyone.
He was talking about just wanting a handjob, and to be completely honest I was really hard and horny. So I talked with him about jerking each other off. And he took it more eager than I had anticipated. And so we awkwardly pulled our dicks out and started lightly rubbing them to get them hard, though his was already at the peak of erectness and slowly trickling precum. I slowly reached over and grabbed his six inch long, almost inch-thick cock and began rubbing my hand up and down along his length. He grabbed mine in return and started sliding his hand along my eight and a half inches quickly, ready to get it over with but not wanting to stop at the same time.
As I was going, twisting my hand slightly at the tip of his cock as I stroked him, his hips started bucking in and out and I knew he was going to cum. So I stopped all movement and held it until it shrunk away a little in my hand. He looked over at me and with almost pleading eyes wanted me to continue and finish him off, to which I looked down and nodded. Signalling so that he knew what I wanted him to do, and he took the tip into his mouth, just the tip at first. And slowly he slid the rest in, until I pushed into his throat, making him cough and gag slightly. He pulled away to regain his composure and when he was well enough rested, I pulled him back on, pushing into his throat once more and slowly fucking it. I grabbed his cock and kept masturbating him, ever quickening, wanting to make him cum because I was so close myself.
Yet again, he was bucking his hips and ready to go in no time. My hand became a blur as it moved and my hips kept sliding towards his face, the thrusts getting harder and faster as they went. With a soft, muffled, moan he came so hard, it arched up past his torso and onto his face and my own member. His mouth didn’t stop sucking until I was all clean and his hand came up to stroke me more, needed more cum.
If only he knew what next week would entail…..
And then he asked if I had ever had sex. Of course, I had a few girlfriends, but at this point I had only ever done it once. And it wasn’t pleasurable. So I did the best I could, and I lied about how great it “was”. I told him all the things I had fantasized about doing in bed and passing them off as if they were real. About being jerked off, and sucked off, and fucked until I was raw. And by his squirming, I could tell he was being affected by the story. And sure enough, when he turned to adjust himself in the seat, I saw a little tent starting to appear. He turned to me, with almost a sullen face and confessed that he had never done anything with anyone.
He was talking about just wanting a handjob, and to be completely honest I was really hard and horny. So I talked with him about jerking each other off. And he took it more eager than I had anticipated. And so we awkwardly pulled our dicks out and started lightly rubbing them to get them hard, though his was already at the peak of erectness and slowly trickling precum. I slowly reached over and grabbed his six inch long, almost inch-thick cock and began rubbing my hand up and down along his length. He grabbed mine in return and started sliding his hand along my eight and a half inches quickly, ready to get it over with but not wanting to stop at the same time.
As I was going, twisting my hand slightly at the tip of his cock as I stroked him, his hips started bucking in and out and I knew he was going to cum. So I stopped all movement and held it until it shrunk away a little in my hand. He looked over at me and with almost pleading eyes wanted me to continue and finish him off, to which I looked down and nodded. Signalling so that he knew what I wanted him to do, and he took the tip into his mouth, just the tip at first. And slowly he slid the rest in, until I pushed into his throat, making him cough and gag slightly. He pulled away to regain his composure and when he was well enough rested, I pulled him back on, pushing into his throat once more and slowly fucking it. I grabbed his cock and kept masturbating him, ever quickening, wanting to make him cum because I was so close myself.
Yet again, he was bucking his hips and ready to go in no time. My hand became a blur as it moved and my hips kept sliding towards his face, the thrusts getting harder and faster as they went. With a soft, muffled, moan he came so hard, it arched up past his torso and onto his face and my own member. His mouth didn’t stop sucking until I was all clean and his hand came up to stroke me more, needed more cum.
If only he knew what next week would entail…..
7 years ago
