Reliving the fantasy.
I think it started out from a desire to have our cocks sucked, mostly. My friend and I came to an agreement of sorts, although I can not remember the conversation. I'd never admit it, but I was curious. Somehow, so curious about cock. After school, at his house, with no one else around, it was kind of an "I will if you will."
I think we were both so excited, as only boys can be. If it was only to touch and suck each other's cocks, then why had we both stripped naked? I had messed around with girls before, but nothing had stirrred my arousal as much as that first time feeling his cock on my lips. Kind of rubbery, but warm, alluring. He stood as I knealed, next to his bed. The mood, the air in the room, had changed from playful, to lustful. One could feel it. His legs seemed to tremble as I took his cock into my mouth, as if he might faint. I could feel my eyes roll back and a dizzying tingle run through my whole body and brain. Did he feel that way, too? His dick instantly hardened between my lips and now pressed againat the back of my throat. It wonderfully, easily, naturally slipped in. Without trying, without thinking, my nose was in his growing pubic hair and his cock was down my throat. My own felt felt so hard that it could cut glass. I ached and throbbed with excitement.
I remember being slightly embarrashed at how aroused I had become from his cock. When he moved to the floor and I leaned back, my erection throbbed and bounced, eager for attention. My eyes were drawn to his cock, taking in the object of my new found desire. So nard and glistening with saliva, I found it so beautiful and arousing. Nothing could of prepared me for how could his mouth felt. Can you fall in love in an instant? Well, maybe puppy love? Oh, how good it felt to be sucked! A lusty boys mouth, who could of guessed? I felt like he could make me cum so quickly as I looked down to see his lips run up and down the length of me. Oh, it felt so good! I could feel myself edging, building, ever closer to orgasm. Did he know it, too? He stopped, he looked intoxicated, I felt intoxicated. He now leaned back, I need no instruction. I sucked his cock again. Did it taste this good the first time? I could feel the rush of my precum begin to flow. Was I tasting his? Why was I filled with such a strong desire to make him cum? Did I subconsciously crave it, now? His breathing, his trembling, I could tell he was close. But, I did not stop, as I would of thought I might of before. The warm, scented flow of his semen filled my mouth as he shook and moaned. A tingle seemed to run up my spine and settle in my brain. I felt dizzy and drunk. His sprem ran out the edges of my mouth, but I know that I swallowed some.
Falling back, I could see his eyes, glassy and glazed. I felt so desperate for his touch. He stroked me, taking my into his hand. That was all it took. Wonderfully sending shots of thick, white jizz into the air, it landed on my stomach and coated his fingers. After, he rolled onto his back next to me. We both layed there, catching our breaths and staring at the ceiling. The rest of the afternoon was a euphoric blur. I kind of remember a floating feeling as I walked home, like my feet never touched the ground. My head was still swimming, trying to process the thrill and emotions of what had just happened. That night, my hands explored my body, my thoughts focused on the pleasures of the afternoon. They way he felt, the flavor of his cum, all of it, I felt already addicted.
Nervous about seeing him again, about it ending our friendship. Maybe even more nervous that it would be our only encounter, happily he was reassuring right away. "Next time, can I go first?" Turns out that he had lost his nerve after his orgasm and wanted to experience cock cumming in his mouth, like I had. Nude again together, but this time taking a moment to drink in his body and soft, beautiful cock. I could feel his lustful eyes on me as well. I layed back and watched him stare at my cock on his way to taking it between his lips. I wanted to moan in ecstasy, but bit my lip, still not wanting to let on how much I loved this. How much I loved it all. Two boys discovering their sensuality, their sexuality. I was so hard, after thinking about this all night and all day, I came quickly, making my head spin. Never had I orgasmed harder or longer, giving him what he desired as well. After he pulled his velvet mouth from me, I dizzily sat up, eager for my turn to enjoy the pleasures of cock. He layed back now, between his legs, I could not resist his tight, smooth balls. I didn't care anymore, lust had taken over, inhabitions had disappeared. Maybe it was to show my appreciation, but I knew that it was mostly just my own lusts. First, running my eager tongue along them, then sucking genlty on his wonderfully tight sack. I could feel my own cock twitch again, already becoming hard again. Why did this turn me on so much?
Why did I want to kiss so badly? I had never imagined it, but now I seemed to crave it. Kind of intimate, but it just seemed like the biggest turn on. If he resisted, I thought that I could explain it away as if it was just the heat of the moment. In my young, sex crazy mind, it made sense. Quickly, before I could change my mind, before he could stop me, I moved my mouth to his. As he layed there, I pressed my lips against his. His eyes went wide, but I did not pull away. Our lips continued to touch, to caress. He did not stop me. I was official rock hard again! I moved my mouth on his, really kissing now. To my surprise, he parted his lips and our tongues touched. I felt his hands on my sides, then run over my ass. We kissed deeply, kt was the most passionate embrace of my life. Cocks touching, lusts swelling, we kissed, open mouthed.
His cock was throbbing and slick with precum when I moved my way back down his body. So overcome with desire and need. I gripped his dick, making a clear drop form at his tip. I licked it off him and felt that amazing, dizzying tingle run through me once more. I sucked his wonderful cock. My lips embracing his every inch and detail. I wanted to se his cock cum. So very recently, I had been dreaming of it. His breathing, his body, I knew he was close, so thrilling! I pulled my lips from him just in time to see a thick, white rope of cum shoot out and land on my cheek. As his body bucked and shook, more of that intoxicating jizz ran down his shaft. Thick and sticky, I quickly, greedily licked it up before diving my mouth back down his length. Down my throat, I could feel his cum flow. I felt so light headed, as if drunk his his seed. So addictive and wonderful, I could not help but sigh and moan.
It would be many years later, but those memories, those desires, that incredible intimacy, led me to visit a gay bar. The urges were so strong, I just wanted to be a slut. Those sissy urges, I wanted cock, I wanted cum. I missed that tingle, that dizzying, mind melting feeling of cock and of tasting cum. I did not know what to expect, but was surprised to see such a mix of types. There were men dancing together, sitting and talking, and some standing and kissing. I could feel my cock move in my pants. My urges were overwhelming, I was so horny, but tried to play it cool and resisted the urge to scan the room. I didn't want to look to desperate.
Across the room, a guy caught my eye. I could tell that he was looking at me and a smile told me I should go say hi. Just a normal guy, normal looking, normal acting. I wanted to be in bed with him almost immediately. Standing, talking, we stood close. A touch here and there, they made our desires known. Those touches made my blood boil. I leaned in and kissed his lips. "Pretty forward for someone who hasn't had much experience," he said. Cleverly, I thought, lustfully, I said back, "I need to make up for lost time." We smiled and I leaned in again, our tongues touched and my cock swelled. He asked if I wanted to go out to his car.
He quickly asked about my earlier experiences. I did not mind reliving them at all. What a turn on it was to tell another guy about them, too! "They were with a close friend. I think we were both so curious and both just so super horny! The dizzying pleasure of his cock. The intoxication from his cum. His thick, sticky cum landing on my cheek. Seeing his hard, throbbing cock explode, thrn tking in back onto my mouth to savor the flavor and feel it slide down my throat. Melting into the bed as he put his own mouth on me. Eyes rolling back, so lost in the ecstasy." I asked about his first time. He told me it was with an older relative. How his touch had felt electric. His head spinning as he touched his cock. When he asked if he wanted to touch him, too, he nodded yes. "My eyes were glued to his crotch as he stood and lowered his pants. I was so nervous, but had the strongest desire to put my lips on it. He sat back down next to me and took my hand. He put it on his cock and it sent more electricity through my body and brain. We were both so hard, sitting there, touching and stroking each other. Before long, he leaned over and sucked me. I couldn't think straight. My eyes felt glassy and glazed. Nothing had ever felt better. When he lifted his head away, I did not even think. I leaned over and pressed my lips to his throbbing manhood. Warm and amazing, it just felt so good. I sucked him. I felt driven. I loved it immedately." "Yes," I told him, "I knew immediately, too."
Leaning into each other, we kissed and my hand fell to his crotch. Rubbing his cock through his pants before slowly undoing them and freeing his erection. I sighed out loud, "You feel amazing!" We kissed again, my tongue deep in his mouth and then his deeply in mine. He knew how long I had wanted this. He asked, "Do you want my cum?" Maybe he just wanted to hear it. Maybe he knew the affect of saying it out loud could have on someone. Admitting it, not only to him, but also to myself. Feeling his cock, stroking it, running my finger tips over and around that big, engorged head, it made my mouth water. I kissed him softly and said, "Yes, I want your cum." As I moved my mouth towards the object of my lust, that familar, amazing feeling washed over me once more. Like it had so many years earlier. A mix of anticipation and dizzing intoxication.
He moaned when I took his cock, but I was sure I enjoyed it even more. For those who crave it, for those who know, giving is every bit, if not more, amazing and pleasurable, as getting. I became lost in it all, sucking, savoring the taste and moment. "Mmmm, yeah," he moaned out as he started to move his hips. I started breathing heavy and sucked him harder in anticipation of his spurting load. Down my throat, I felt his deep, it made my eyes roll back. He grunted and I got my first wonderful taste in so long. "Mmmm, mmmm," moans secaped my cock stuffed mouth as I swallowed a stranger's cum. He sat back spent, but I did not want to stop. With cum coating my lips, mouth, tongue and throat, I continued to lick and kiss his softening dick.
He asked me, "Did you guys ever fuck? We had not and I told him that. I had often thought about it. I had topped girls, at this point, but often thought about being a bottom. Of feelling a man's need and passion. "Do you want to follow me to my place?" I knew what it meant, I felt warm and flushed. I simply said, "Yes."
I think we were both so excited, as only boys can be. If it was only to touch and suck each other's cocks, then why had we both stripped naked? I had messed around with girls before, but nothing had stirrred my arousal as much as that first time feeling his cock on my lips. Kind of rubbery, but warm, alluring. He stood as I knealed, next to his bed. The mood, the air in the room, had changed from playful, to lustful. One could feel it. His legs seemed to tremble as I took his cock into my mouth, as if he might faint. I could feel my eyes roll back and a dizzying tingle run through my whole body and brain. Did he feel that way, too? His dick instantly hardened between my lips and now pressed againat the back of my throat. It wonderfully, easily, naturally slipped in. Without trying, without thinking, my nose was in his growing pubic hair and his cock was down my throat. My own felt felt so hard that it could cut glass. I ached and throbbed with excitement.
I remember being slightly embarrashed at how aroused I had become from his cock. When he moved to the floor and I leaned back, my erection throbbed and bounced, eager for attention. My eyes were drawn to his cock, taking in the object of my new found desire. So nard and glistening with saliva, I found it so beautiful and arousing. Nothing could of prepared me for how could his mouth felt. Can you fall in love in an instant? Well, maybe puppy love? Oh, how good it felt to be sucked! A lusty boys mouth, who could of guessed? I felt like he could make me cum so quickly as I looked down to see his lips run up and down the length of me. Oh, it felt so good! I could feel myself edging, building, ever closer to orgasm. Did he know it, too? He stopped, he looked intoxicated, I felt intoxicated. He now leaned back, I need no instruction. I sucked his cock again. Did it taste this good the first time? I could feel the rush of my precum begin to flow. Was I tasting his? Why was I filled with such a strong desire to make him cum? Did I subconsciously crave it, now? His breathing, his trembling, I could tell he was close. But, I did not stop, as I would of thought I might of before. The warm, scented flow of his semen filled my mouth as he shook and moaned. A tingle seemed to run up my spine and settle in my brain. I felt dizzy and drunk. His sprem ran out the edges of my mouth, but I know that I swallowed some.
Falling back, I could see his eyes, glassy and glazed. I felt so desperate for his touch. He stroked me, taking my into his hand. That was all it took. Wonderfully sending shots of thick, white jizz into the air, it landed on my stomach and coated his fingers. After, he rolled onto his back next to me. We both layed there, catching our breaths and staring at the ceiling. The rest of the afternoon was a euphoric blur. I kind of remember a floating feeling as I walked home, like my feet never touched the ground. My head was still swimming, trying to process the thrill and emotions of what had just happened. That night, my hands explored my body, my thoughts focused on the pleasures of the afternoon. They way he felt, the flavor of his cum, all of it, I felt already addicted.
Nervous about seeing him again, about it ending our friendship. Maybe even more nervous that it would be our only encounter, happily he was reassuring right away. "Next time, can I go first?" Turns out that he had lost his nerve after his orgasm and wanted to experience cock cumming in his mouth, like I had. Nude again together, but this time taking a moment to drink in his body and soft, beautiful cock. I could feel his lustful eyes on me as well. I layed back and watched him stare at my cock on his way to taking it between his lips. I wanted to moan in ecstasy, but bit my lip, still not wanting to let on how much I loved this. How much I loved it all. Two boys discovering their sensuality, their sexuality. I was so hard, after thinking about this all night and all day, I came quickly, making my head spin. Never had I orgasmed harder or longer, giving him what he desired as well. After he pulled his velvet mouth from me, I dizzily sat up, eager for my turn to enjoy the pleasures of cock. He layed back now, between his legs, I could not resist his tight, smooth balls. I didn't care anymore, lust had taken over, inhabitions had disappeared. Maybe it was to show my appreciation, but I knew that it was mostly just my own lusts. First, running my eager tongue along them, then sucking genlty on his wonderfully tight sack. I could feel my own cock twitch again, already becoming hard again. Why did this turn me on so much?
Why did I want to kiss so badly? I had never imagined it, but now I seemed to crave it. Kind of intimate, but it just seemed like the biggest turn on. If he resisted, I thought that I could explain it away as if it was just the heat of the moment. In my young, sex crazy mind, it made sense. Quickly, before I could change my mind, before he could stop me, I moved my mouth to his. As he layed there, I pressed my lips against his. His eyes went wide, but I did not pull away. Our lips continued to touch, to caress. He did not stop me. I was official rock hard again! I moved my mouth on his, really kissing now. To my surprise, he parted his lips and our tongues touched. I felt his hands on my sides, then run over my ass. We kissed deeply, kt was the most passionate embrace of my life. Cocks touching, lusts swelling, we kissed, open mouthed.
His cock was throbbing and slick with precum when I moved my way back down his body. So overcome with desire and need. I gripped his dick, making a clear drop form at his tip. I licked it off him and felt that amazing, dizzying tingle run through me once more. I sucked his wonderful cock. My lips embracing his every inch and detail. I wanted to se his cock cum. So very recently, I had been dreaming of it. His breathing, his body, I knew he was close, so thrilling! I pulled my lips from him just in time to see a thick, white rope of cum shoot out and land on my cheek. As his body bucked and shook, more of that intoxicating jizz ran down his shaft. Thick and sticky, I quickly, greedily licked it up before diving my mouth back down his length. Down my throat, I could feel his cum flow. I felt so light headed, as if drunk his his seed. So addictive and wonderful, I could not help but sigh and moan.
It would be many years later, but those memories, those desires, that incredible intimacy, led me to visit a gay bar. The urges were so strong, I just wanted to be a slut. Those sissy urges, I wanted cock, I wanted cum. I missed that tingle, that dizzying, mind melting feeling of cock and of tasting cum. I did not know what to expect, but was surprised to see such a mix of types. There were men dancing together, sitting and talking, and some standing and kissing. I could feel my cock move in my pants. My urges were overwhelming, I was so horny, but tried to play it cool and resisted the urge to scan the room. I didn't want to look to desperate.
Across the room, a guy caught my eye. I could tell that he was looking at me and a smile told me I should go say hi. Just a normal guy, normal looking, normal acting. I wanted to be in bed with him almost immediately. Standing, talking, we stood close. A touch here and there, they made our desires known. Those touches made my blood boil. I leaned in and kissed his lips. "Pretty forward for someone who hasn't had much experience," he said. Cleverly, I thought, lustfully, I said back, "I need to make up for lost time." We smiled and I leaned in again, our tongues touched and my cock swelled. He asked if I wanted to go out to his car.
He quickly asked about my earlier experiences. I did not mind reliving them at all. What a turn on it was to tell another guy about them, too! "They were with a close friend. I think we were both so curious and both just so super horny! The dizzying pleasure of his cock. The intoxication from his cum. His thick, sticky cum landing on my cheek. Seeing his hard, throbbing cock explode, thrn tking in back onto my mouth to savor the flavor and feel it slide down my throat. Melting into the bed as he put his own mouth on me. Eyes rolling back, so lost in the ecstasy." I asked about his first time. He told me it was with an older relative. How his touch had felt electric. His head spinning as he touched his cock. When he asked if he wanted to touch him, too, he nodded yes. "My eyes were glued to his crotch as he stood and lowered his pants. I was so nervous, but had the strongest desire to put my lips on it. He sat back down next to me and took my hand. He put it on his cock and it sent more electricity through my body and brain. We were both so hard, sitting there, touching and stroking each other. Before long, he leaned over and sucked me. I couldn't think straight. My eyes felt glassy and glazed. Nothing had ever felt better. When he lifted his head away, I did not even think. I leaned over and pressed my lips to his throbbing manhood. Warm and amazing, it just felt so good. I sucked him. I felt driven. I loved it immedately." "Yes," I told him, "I knew immediately, too."
Leaning into each other, we kissed and my hand fell to his crotch. Rubbing his cock through his pants before slowly undoing them and freeing his erection. I sighed out loud, "You feel amazing!" We kissed again, my tongue deep in his mouth and then his deeply in mine. He knew how long I had wanted this. He asked, "Do you want my cum?" Maybe he just wanted to hear it. Maybe he knew the affect of saying it out loud could have on someone. Admitting it, not only to him, but also to myself. Feeling his cock, stroking it, running my finger tips over and around that big, engorged head, it made my mouth water. I kissed him softly and said, "Yes, I want your cum." As I moved my mouth towards the object of my lust, that familar, amazing feeling washed over me once more. Like it had so many years earlier. A mix of anticipation and dizzing intoxication.
He moaned when I took his cock, but I was sure I enjoyed it even more. For those who crave it, for those who know, giving is every bit, if not more, amazing and pleasurable, as getting. I became lost in it all, sucking, savoring the taste and moment. "Mmmm, yeah," he moaned out as he started to move his hips. I started breathing heavy and sucked him harder in anticipation of his spurting load. Down my throat, I felt his deep, it made my eyes roll back. He grunted and I got my first wonderful taste in so long. "Mmmm, mmmm," moans secaped my cock stuffed mouth as I swallowed a stranger's cum. He sat back spent, but I did not want to stop. With cum coating my lips, mouth, tongue and throat, I continued to lick and kiss his softening dick.
He asked me, "Did you guys ever fuck? We had not and I told him that. I had often thought about it. I had topped girls, at this point, but often thought about being a bottom. Of feelling a man's need and passion. "Do you want to follow me to my place?" I knew what it meant, I felt warm and flushed. I simply said, "Yes."
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