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Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 1

Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part I
I’m so happy I found this site. I was searching for individuals who are having the same experiences as me, and while I can’t talk to anyone about them just to be safe, at least I can share my experience through writing and get some anonymous feedback :). I’ll start where it all began, about 3 months ago. This is a true story. Names have been changed.
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My name is Travis and I live in New York. I just turned 13 at the beginning of summer and I consider myself a pretty average teenager. I’m really into computers and video games, but I’m also outside a lot playing basketball with my brother and friends from school. I’m pretty good at it I guess, my height is an advantage. I hit puberty when I was 11, and aside from things dropping and getting hairy, I shot up like a beanstalk. I’m 5’6”, and lanky. Flat chest, flat stomach, but my arms and legs are a little toned because of all the ball. I just started getting hair on my legs and under my arms, but its pretty fair and nothing to boast about.
My brother’s name is Thomas and he’s 18. He’s really into video games and basketball too. I guess I like it because of him. He’s on his school’s basketball ball team and he’s pretty good. He’s 5’11”, and has got a decent body, although he is not ripped as he should be, maybe because he spends his time off the court playing Halo and eating pizza. He’s not the gym type. He believes in getting fit through sport. We have a really good relationship and he’s thought me everything. About girls, puberty, masturbation, he’s an open book to me. He’s basically been my father-figure since my mom and dad split years ago. Not that my dad wasn’t around, but after the divorce, he said it was us against the world.
My mom and dad separated when I was 5. My dad never remarried and lives in New Jersey. He’s a teacher. My mom remarried to Benjamin, who is pretty decent. He’s always treated me and Thomas like his own sons, it’s a shame, he and my mom divorced last year. I remember when my mom used to take me to his house and dump me on the couch while they had sex. It was only a matter of time before she left my dad for him. After they got married, he made her a partner in his real estate business, and after a while, she left to start her own real estate business and dumped him. Needless to say, she’s a people user and a huge bitch.
I really consider Ben to be my dad and I still live with him. I told my mom that living with him would be more convenient for me and school but really I just hated the idea of living with her and having to meet some other poor guy she would just use. Thomas got an apartment with his friends and lives with them now. He visits sometimes but he feels weird to come over now that mom and Ben are over. I understand how he feels because he was 10 and knew the situation pretty well enough when Ben came into play but I grew up feeling like Ben is my real dad and only remembered different when Thomas Snr came around.
The biggest thing is, as I’ve become older, I’ve become really attracted to Ben. I mean he’s not perfect, and he definitely would die without a maid, but he’s got a lot going for him. He’s only 35, runs his own company, still boyishly handsome. He keeps himself well groomed, for the sake of business, and is in good shape. He doesn’t have a six pack or lift weights, but he has a morning workout routine that keeps him in order. But most of all, he’s got the most heart melting lips and the most intense, brooding eyes that are dark and captivating. I can tell he really loves me and would do anything for me. He always makes sure I have the best and whatever I want, I get.
It’s been almost 10 months since he and my mom split and he’s taken it pretty well. They were fighting for a while so I think he was more relieved than ever to get it over with. I think he really missed the sex though because they had a lot of it. They would fight over dinner and go upstairs and very loudly make up. I always wondered how he was in bed because he sure sounded like a lot of fun but I was never lucky enough to catch them at it. All I had to go on were cum stains in his boxers and little impressions of his penis head as he walked around in his towel getting ready for work. One thing was for sure, my hormones would not give it up until I found out for myself.
A couple months ago I set up a plan to try to catch him naked but it never worked. I would wait up until he came home and try to catch him in the shower but he would go straight to bed and then shower during the early hours of the morning when he woke up. He knew I already had the puberty talk with my brother so there was no way I could go down that road, and he wasn’t much of a drinker so him coming home drunk and passed out would be a miracle. I had to get creative.
One night I came across a keylogger program that saves typed characters on the computer and I installed it on his pc while he was making dinner. A couple days later, I found out from the program that the night before, he was IMing ladies in a chatroom. He definitely had a wild side and I could just imagine him beating off to the conversation. I saw that he set up a sex meeting with a woman for that same night but I’m not sure if it happened or not. I knew this was my way in so I set up an account that same night and looked out for his username to pop up.
Two days later after dinner, he went into his office to do some “work” while I pretended to go to bed and about 30 minutes later, he came on. He was immediately popular and I could tell he had been here a lot so I private messaged him introducing myself. I was a young hot blonde, just out of high school with a dream of getting deflowered by a hot older man. He bit, hard. I could tell he was interested immediately and he asked if I wanted to cam. I couldn’t believe it was going to happen. I told him my cam was broken but that I had lots of pictures and after a little hesitation, he agreed to just go face and chat for a while.
When he popped up, I got chills. My heart was beating so fast and my dick was in hand. Just seeing his gorgeous face there, all horny and waiting to see teen pussy got me rock hard. He was charming but dominating. I sent him some pics that my brother left on the computer that girls sent to him and Ben couldn’t stop talking about all the naughty things he wanted to do. After a while he stopped typing and I realized he was looking at the pictures and jacking off. I asked him to see and after a fumble or two, he pushed the webcam down exposing his dripping, thick cock. I came immediately just seeing it, shooting my cum all over the underside of my desk and my legs. It was beautiful. I asked him to turn on a light if he had one, and he switched on his desk lamp which revealed it in all its glory. I was so horny, my throbbing cock remained hard and I continued pumping it so utterly enjoying the show. His shirt and tie were still on but below his waist, his pants were gone and his gorgeous dick was shooting out of the hole in his boxers. But it wasn’t enough, I wanted to see the whole thing. I asked him to lose the shirt and the boxers, to get naked, promising that if he did, I would let him be my first fuck. He was more than willing, pulling off his shirt and dropping his boxers exposing his massive balls and more inches of delicious dad cock.
He tugged on it roughly, and slapped it on his stomach and the sides of his big, muscular thighs. I loved his whole body. Very hot and very dad. I knew his face was clean shaven and his chest hair was short and cropped but his balls hair was untamed and wild, just like his sex drive. He was all business on the top and all man in his pants. I felt like I could smell his man scent through the screen. He continued pumping his cock, spitting in his hand occasionally to add lube. He didn’t have the rock hard type like mine, but the extra thick, meaty type, that hung oh so long, and was bendy and could fill you and split you. I could see some veins and the head was a bursting mushroom of pleasure, almost purple from all the excitement.
It must’ve been ten solid minutes of him stroking his big cock over those photos before he told me he was ready to cum and I watched in amazement as he shot two globs of cum on his chest before letting the rest ooze out while he slowly pumped his deflating shaft. I came for a third time after that just totally mesmerized by his cock and his manner. When he was done, he moved the cam back up to his face and that’s when I truly knew I had to have it. He was smiling and his cheeks were red. He looked like he really enjoyed himself as beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face. I knew that was the face I wanted to see hanging over me when I was being fucked for the first time.
He asked for my number, but I told him I lost my phone that same day and that I would be getting another soon. He wanted to make plans to meet up but I told him we would do that soon and made an excuse to leave. He said he had to shower too and signed off.
I went into my bathroom to clean up and a little while after I heard his office door close and he started walking up the stairs. I peeked out and he was wearing his pants but his shirt was still off and he went into his bedroom and closed the door. Then I heard the shower turn on and though I had just came three times, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see him wash all that cum off his big cock.
After I showered, I decided to walk in with the excuse that I need toilet paper or fresh towels or something and hopefully strike up a conversation or catch him naked. Walking down that corridor, the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat but my adrenaline was moving my legs forward. When I opened the door, he was lying in bed and the tv was on. His eyes were closed but the shower was still running. I thought he might have just been resting but after a while, his breathing got really deep and I could tell he was asleep. I turned off the water and snuggled into bed with him. God, he smelled like sex. His pants were buckled and I didn’t want to risk him catching me trying to undo them so I got close to him and went to sleep.
During the night, I felt him shift and heard the shower come back on. He crept into the bathroom and showered and came back smelling fresh and heavenly. He pulled the covers over us and pulled me in close to him. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the back of my head and went back to sleep. I felt guilty that I was spying and lusting after the man who was living to love and protect me but I couldn’t help that he was so unbelievably hot.
His alarm woke me up at 5am but he didn’t budge yet. His back was towards me and he had some small cute little moles that I had not noticed before. It had been a while since we slept in the same bed. His back was hairless, whether naturally or waxed, I was thankful. When the alarm clocked the second time, he reached up and clicked it off. He stretched from under the covers and his short under arms hairs surprised me. I had not noticed them either. He rolled over and put his arm around me and gave me a big, strong hug and smiled when he saw I was awake.
“Good morning champ. Had a bad night?”
“Nah…I heard the shower running for a while and came in and I guess I fell asleep watching tv.”
“Oh yeah, must have did that again. One of these days, I’m gonna flood the house.”
“Haha yeah.”
“Ah, time to get up. Want some breakfast?”
“I’ll make it.”
“Great!”
Cereal and milk it was. We ended up just making some plans for the weekend. He promised to take me to a baseball game since summer had just started and we hadn’t spent any time together for a while. I would’ve been perfectly fine sitting at home behind the computer screen, watching his dick dangle over some girl’s underage pussy but it was nice going out with him, just us alone. We ended up chatting for so long that he didn’t have time to work out and just showered and got ready for work.
When he left, I just sat there thinking of ways to get him to want to fuck me. I didn’t want to drug him or get him drunk. I wanted him to fuck me like he wanted to fuck that blonde bitch in the photo. I wanted his real essence, the real fuck. I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by Benjamin, not a shadow of him. What all the other girls felt, what my bitch of a mother screamed loudly over. While I was so grateful my cam scheme worked, it would only be a matter of time before he got bored of my excuses and lack of cam, phone or photos. Plus while seeing his dick in action did wonders for me, I wanted to see his face too, his expressions while he strokes it hard, imagining he’s ripping some man’s poor virgin daughter, while he’s thinking about cumming in her tight pussy.
I finally decided that I had to start small. He wasn’t going to just start fucking me on a whim. I needed to make it a comfortable progression. I needed him to first be open to being naked around me and then be willing to masturbate infront of me or with me or fuck someone infront of me. Once that barrier of showing me his dick was broken, anything would be possible and I had just the person in mind to make it all happen.
There’s much much more but I’m tired of typing.
TO BE CONTINUED…

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Home Schooling 2

In the first section of this story, James gets instruction from his mother. He observes his mother with a boyfriend and tries to emulate the older man. His brother joins him for education.

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My Aunt And I

When I was 7, I received my first spanking. I had done some fairly innocuous child-like thing, perhaps forgetting to put my toys away properly, or I had perhaps made a mess. My mother explained what I had done wrong, and then told me I was going to be punished for it. She put me over her knee and swatted me a few times on the rear before releasing me and hugging me and telling me she loved me and it had hurt her more than me. The memory of that day has been ingrained in my mind.
4 years after that day, my father was killed in a car accident. It was a tragic event that caused grief to everyone that had known him. He was a great man, and will forever be my role model. His death caused my mother to go into a fit of depression, and she eventually committed suicide, amid a mountain of debt and unpaid bills. My father had been the principal earner in the household, and we hadn’t been able to survive without him.
I was placed in the care of my aunt, my mother’s sister, some 10 years younger than she. In fact, as my mother had had me at a young age, my aunt was only 12 years older than I. I was 12, she was 24. However, being sterile herself, she was very happy to provide for me. She had just graduated law school, and begun the busy life of a big-city lawyer. Not a lot of time for me, but that was ok; I was used to taking care of myself.
One thing she did not differ on from my mother was her methods of discipline. As she told me the day I moved in, spankings were very normal, and she was not at all reluctant to administer them. I must have been spanked fifteen times in the first month I was there, getting used to her particular rules.
This was not entirely accidental. As I matured, I began to enjoy being spanked. I found it wonderful to have that much attention lavished upon me, especially as I was not used to it. Having a mother that was too depressed to care for me and an aunt that spent so much of her day working, I had very little attention. I enjoyed the feeling of being pulled into my aunt’s lap, pushed over her knee, and spanked. My aunt, unlike my mother, insisted on pulling my pants down and smacking me on my underwear-covered bottom. I didn’t mind this particularly.
One day, I was doing laundry, as I had completely run out of underwear. I loaded the machine but accidentally put far too much soap in. Figuring it would all just wash away anyway, I started the machine. An hour later when I went to check on it, to my horror I discovered that soap bubbles had built up and escaped the machine, covering the floor in white suds. I ran to tell my aunt what had happened, already knowing what my fate would be.
Sure enough, upon seeing the mess, her face turned a little red and she told me to meet her in the living room. I trudged over to her and hung my head.
“Jason, you know what you have done wrong. It was silly of you to start the machine without removing some of the soap.” She said.
“I know Auntie, I’m sorry.”
“You will be spanked for this, and make sure it never happens again.”
“Yes Auntie.” I said, as I moved towards her. She motioned towards my pants. I undid my belt, but as I started to undo the button I remembered why I had needed to do laundry so bad.
“Auntie? I’m…I’m not wearing any underwear.” I stammered. She looked momentarily surprised, then recovered.
“Very well, today you will receive a bare bottom spanking then.”
“Yes Auntie,” I said, and undid my pants. I waited for a second. She looked me in the eyes.
“You’ve just earned yourself an extra fifteen whacks mister. Hurry up!”
I wanted to protest, but decided it was better for me to keep my mouth shut. I slid my pants off, and stood there.
“Shirt too.” My aunt barked at me. I wondered why, but did as she asked. I stood there naked, my little cock free to be looked at. And look she did. I wondered why she spent so long staring at it. I didn’t think there was anything special about it. A little peach fuzz was growing above it, and it had started getting bigger. I was well acquainted with the changes my body was undergoing. I had just started reading about puberty, and sex. I had started masturbating recently. My only fear was one of those random boners that sometimes happened to me!
My aunt motioned for me to come closer. I did, and she pulled me across her lap as normal. She began spanking me, and I quickly forgot about an erection. It hurt a lot more than normal. She could see this and intermittently spanked me and rubbed my bottom to soothe it. The rubbing felt good. Really good actually, and I began to really enjoy it. She spanked me a few more times, and then shifted slightly. As she did so, her legs opened slightly, and my cock found its way in between them. I could feel her nylon-covered legs, and as she spanked me and I wriggled, my cock rubbed on them. It felt very nice. As she started rubbing my bottom again, I felt myself becoming erect. I panicked.
“Please stop,” I said. My aunt smacked me harder.
“Why?” she asked, and rubbed my bottom. “Does it hurt? Do you realize what you’ve done?”
“I do, I do!” I said. By now I was at full attention, and as she massaged my bottom and I wriggled, I felt myself begin to approach orgasm.
“Very well,” said my aunt. She resumed her rubbing of my bottom. Suddenly I realized what my predicament was. If I stayed where I was, I would have an orgasm. If I got up, she would see I had an erection. I took the lesser of two evils. I stood up.
The look of shock on her face when she saw I was sporting a stiffy was priceless. I pulled my pants and shirt on, and walked away, meaning to go straight to my bedroom and play with myself.
And I did. I jacked off furiously thinking about the feeling of her nylons and her hand on my bottom. As I approached orgasm, I heard my door open. My aunt was standing there, with her hands on her hips. She was pissed.
“Jason!” She screamed, “The point of a spanking is not so you can enjoy yourself! It’s so you can be punished. I guess I wasn’t hitting you hard enough. Come here!”
With that, she sat down on the edge of my bed, and pulled me into her lap again. Again my cock was nestled between her legs, and she started bringing her hand down on my bottom with real force. It really hurt. But it still felt really good. I couldn’t hold on, and I came, all over her stockings. She stopped hitting me. I lay there embarrassed, but also feeling really good. Eventually she sighed and pushed me off her lap. I was made to stand in the corner, with my hands over my head, while she cleaned herself off. She removed her stockings, and as she did, I caught a flash of panties up her skirt. I found myself becoming hard again.
She looked over and saw what was happening.
“I suppose I can’t get mad at you for this. You’re a twelve year old boy, and this is normal, right?” She grinned. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson for the day. Now I suppose you can go back to playing with yourself.”
With that she stood up and walked out the door. She paused in the doorway. “Tell you what: you can play with yourself on two conditions. One, you have to stay where you are, you’re still being punished. Two, I get to watch.
I didn’t mind her watching, as it meant more attention for me. I immediately grabbed my cock and started stroking. She sat down on my bed again and watched closely. She sighed a little.
“You’re going so fast. You won’t enjoy it at all at that speed. Slow down a little”
I groaned, because it felt so good, but heeded her advice and slowed down. Within a couple minutes I had already lasted longer than ever before. I guess she was right. I was enjoying myself, but I needed a release. I sped up.
“Slow down again, tease yourself!” She commanded.
“But Auntie, I want to cum!” I said.
“No, slow yourself down.” She said. Again, reluctantly I slowed down. I continued like this for a few more minutes. I could tell she was really enjoying watching me. I felt myself approach orgasm.
“Please Auntie, I’m so close,” I moaned.
“Not yet,” she said, “Trust me”.
I groaned but slowed down even more, focusing on the shaft instead of the head. I stroked again for a few more minutes.
“Alright,” my aunt said. I sped up quickly, before realizing that wasn’t what she was talking about. She crooked a finger at me. “Come here,” she said. I approached her and she lay me down in her lap, face up. She grabbed a hold of my penis and started stroking me. Now THAT felt good.
“Ohhh Auntie I’m close!” I said.
“Not yet!” she said, again, but kept her pace. I felt like I was going to explode.
“Please, Auntie, please,” I begged, “Please let me cum.”
She said nothing but kept stroking. I did everything in my power to keep myself from cumming. I started to squirm.
“Alright baby, cum for me. Cum for Auntie.”
I did as she commanded. I came all over my chest, over her hand, over her arm, and I think some went all the way up and hit her on the blouse. She kept stroking until every last drop was out of me. I lay there in her lap, glowing. She smiled down at me. When I recovered, I leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She patted my bottom as I got up and wordlessly slipped out of my room. I knew that I was going to have to earn myself another spanking!

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Pitching Tents – Camping with Daddy and his friends

I recently turned eighteen, but this is the story about what happened five years ago, during the summer. Those surprising events turned me into the strange girlish boy I am today. Maybe I would have become the person I am nonetheless without that life-altering event and the episodes that followed, or maybe not. Caleb was my name. However, nowadays I go by Caley (or Cassidy) for those who know me – which is a select group of people, consisting mostly of men.

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Santiago

My first encounter with Santiago (“San”) altered my mind and body more than I would have expected.

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Summer with Daniel 3

Daniel and I just laid on my bed with him laying on top of me. We must have laid there for about 10 minutes. I was slowly rubbing his back and working my way up and down from his shoulders to his butt. I would sometimes stroke his hair. His head was on my upper chest and he was slowly scratching my right arm which felt really good as I was rubbing his back with my left. He finally said “So what do you want to do know?” “Good question” I replied.
I suddenly got a hot idea. When I started dirt biking about 5 years ago, I took another friend for a ride. He sat in front of me with his ass and I was humping him while we rode. I don’t know if he knew but I got off doing that before. I wasn’t going to tell him it was my intention to do that but at this point I am sure he would love both rides.
“I have an idea, let’s get dressed and I’ll tell you.” I said. “OK” he said excitingly. We got up and there was still cum on both of us. We were both soft but I couldn’t help looking at his cock, it was so hot. I went to the bathroom and got some toilet paper. Daniel followed me and I gave some to him. We both wiped off the cum off ourselves. We got back into my room and got our underwear back on. Just then Daniel tackled me and started tickling me again. “Not this again!” I yelled laughing. Of course I let him pin me and win he was again straddling me. He bent in and started making out with me. I gave it right back to him. “Do you love me?” Daniel asked after breaking his kiss. In the second that it took me to respond, I really did. I didn’t know what, if it is was his beauty or just how much he was like me. “Of course” I responded. “Do you love me?” I asked back. His response took longer or it just felt longer. He looked away and looked back at me and smiled “I have loved you longer than you think.” We continued to make out but he let go of me and wrapped my hands around his back and head and he did the same. After a minute I said “You want to know what we are going to do?” “Oh yeah, I forgot.” “Let’s go dirt biking, we can both ride on my bike.” His face lit up, it was so cute. “That would be awesome!” He gave me one more big ‘smooch’ on the lips and hopped off.
We both got all our clothes on and went to my back yard. I was lucky enough to live with a huge river behind my house and I would go dirt biking all the time. I got him my old helmet that was too small, fit him just right and got my helmet. I got my bike out after we got on our helmets, gloves and goggles. I would usually wear more gear, but I didn’t care and I wasn’t going to ride the bike over big stuff. I got on the bike and Daniel asked “Where am I going to sit?” I motioned right in front of me. I don’t think he skipped a beat walking over and sitting right in my lap. “Don’t get any ideas.” Daniel said. “Never crossed my mind” We both laughed. He sat back right into my crotch, I adjusted myself so that way I was right inline with his ass. I put the bike into gear and pulled off.
It took me a while getting used to Daniel being in front of me. I had him hold the crossbar that way I can still steer. It was difficult but I knew he loved the ride. Every bump we hit I could tell he would jam his ass further onto my crotch. I had a half hard on because I was trying to concentrate on not crashing. We stopped after about 20 minutes. I turned off the bike but we still sat on the bike. It was heavily wooded where we were at and I knew every part of that river and where all the houses and farm lands were. “Are you having fun?” I asked. “Oh yeah!” He laughed. “Could you tell I was doing something?” “Maybe.” I laughed He pushed his butt into my crotch again and started moving around. “That.” He said. Daniel kept humping my now hard dick, I let go of the handle bars, held him around the stomach and started humping his ass with his motions. “I like that” I said. “Me too” he said. I worked my hands down to his dick which was hard. “Let’s take our helmets and gloves off” Daniel said. Without hesitation I took off my helmet and gloves, so did Daniel. I put them on the ground next to the bike, Daniel did too, and kept going. I turned Daniel’s head over and started making out with him. I was humping his ass and he was going with my motions now. I slid my hand down his pants and rubbed his hard cock. He moaned when I did that, I could tell he was loving this by his motions he was putting into this.
Daniel broke our kiss, “Do you want to fuck me?” I paused for a second. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked just to make sure I knew what he wanted. “Yes” He said back. “I’ve fingered myself a few times before and I’ve gotten like 3 fingers in my ass” “Are you sure you want to?” I asked him. I was still rubbing his boner slowly. “Yes, I fingered myself thinking about you last night.” I couldn’t take it anymore, I wanted to fuck him so badly. “OK, let’s go back to the house.” I said. I pulled out my hand out of his pants and I gave him one more kiss and I picked up our helmets from the ground. We got our stuff back on and I got the bike started. Over the engine sound Daniel said, “I’m going to keep doing that so I can get myself ready” “Sounds good” I yelled back. I rubbed his hard on one more time before grabbing the clutch to put in gear.
I had a hard on the whole way back. On some flat parts I would take my left hand and rub his cock while riding. We would rock himself back and forth with my rubbing motions with my hands and my hard dick.
We got back to my house, got off the bike, took our stuff off and got back into the house. “Back to your room?” he asked. “Yeah” We got into my room and Daniel immediately started getting undressed by taking off his shirt and pants. I did the same. “I’m going to grab something” I said with only my underwear on with a boner. I went into the bathroom and grabbed the thing of Vaseline. I got back into the room and Daniel was naked already. He was laying on my bed jacking off. I pulled off my underwear and sat down on the bed. Daniel sat up next to me. “How about I start fingering you first then work my way to fucking you.” “Yeah, you have a big dick” He reached over and started jacking me off. “You sure you want to do this?” “Yeah” He relied smiling. “Have you done this before?” I asked. “Just with my fingers and a banana one time” I laughed. “You fucked yourself with a banana?” I said. “Yeah, it kind of felt good” I chuckled a little bit more. “Get on you hands and knees on the bed”
Daniel got on all fours. At that point I looked at his ass hole and could tell his hole was looser than normal. I put some Vaseline on his hole and he laughed a little. “It tickles” he said. I worked around his hole and slowly put my middle finger in. I was surprised how easily it went in. Daniel tensed for a second but then released. I fingered him for a few seconds and worked my index finger in. Again he tensed but released. I could tell he wanted this, his dick was still hard. I started jacking him off and fingering him at the same time. “Ready for three?” I asked. “Hmmmhmmm” he said. I worked in my ring finger. He tensed a little more than before so I just kept my fingers there. After about 10 seconds Daniel’s tension slowly released and I was able to slide my fingers in and out easily. I stopped jacking him off and rubbed my dick with Vaseline while fingering him. “You ready?” I asked. “You going to put it in? Daniel asked. “Yeah, I’ll go slow” “OK” was all he got out. I raised myself up and took my fingers out. My dick was lubed up and I lined up my dick with his hole and slowly pushed in. He moaned a little bit but the head of my dick was in. I held it there for a few seconds and slowly pushed further. I got about half my dick in and slowly started going in and out.
Daniel was letting out small moans between thrusts. “You doing OK?” I asked. “Yeah” He said. “Is it all the way in?” Daniel asked. “Not yet, I’m working on it” “OK” He said. I wiped my hands off on a towel and grabbed his hips and started going faster. His moans sped up with my thrusts. I wasn’t going fast I was just keeping a steady pace. Each time my dick would go in a little further. Finally my dick was almost all the way in and I stopped. “It’s in all the way dude.” I said. He looked back “Really?” “Yeah” “Sweet” Daniel said. I kept going in and out. “Tyler” he said. I stopped “what’s up” “Let’s change positions” “OK, what position?” I asked. “Sitting on top of you like earlier” I pulled my dick out and his hole was semi wide open. I laid down on my back and he quickly got on me. I pointed my dick up and lined up with his hole. He lowered himself down and my dick went right into his ass. “Aww” he said. “You OK?” I asked. “Yeah still getting used to it” Daniel starting going up and down. His dick was still rock hard. He started bouncing up and down working my dick in and out of his hole. It felt so good.
I would rub my hands on his thighs as he was going up and down. I moved my hands up to his chest with him still going up and down. He brought himself down to me and we started making out yet again. I moved my hands down to his ass to help go up and down. Daniel sat back up and would rock his body back and forth. I started to jack him off and he started moaning. “Are you going to cum again?” I asked. “I think so” he said panting and moaning. I could tell Daniel was just like me when I got fucked before and started jacking off I would cum within 20 seconds. I stopped jacking him off and sat up. I held his back and put his back on the bed so I would be on top. Daniel wrapped hi legs around me. I started going faster. “Does that feel good?” I said thrusting him. “Yes, this is how I fucked myself with the banana” I chuckled a little bit but kept fucking him. “I guess I really am the girl” Daniel said. I went in and made out with him.
I can usually control when I cum, sometimes I can’t but at that point I was ready to cum and I wanted him to get off at the same time.
I got Daniel back up on me so he was on top of me. I scooted back to the wall so I could stay propped up. I put my knees up which supported his back. He put his arms around me and put his head on my shoulder. He was loving every second of this. I did the same. His dick was rubbing my stomach as I fucked him and I knew he was liking that. Sure enough after about a few minutes like that he started thrusting forward to move his dick more and at the same time my dick was going in and out of his ass faster. I was ready to cum and I could tell Daniel was ready too as he started panting harder and moaning more audibly. I moved my hands to his ass and helped him with the thrusts.
Daniel was moaning louder which was exactly what I would do when I would get fucked and I was about to cum. I could feel his ass hole clench my dick, he let out about 3 good moans and his hands gripped my back – he was having an orgasm. That sent me over the edge – again. I cummed right into his ass. I let out a couple good moans too, I normally don’t but I wanted him to hear that. I did about 2 or 3 more thrusts as I felt my cum shooting into his ass.
We both stopped our movements and we were breathing heavily. Daniels head was still on my shoulder and his arms still wrapped around me. I brought my hand up and rubbed his head. He lifted his head up, looked at me, smiled and kissed me. “Was that good?” I asked still catching my breath. “Better than you think” He said. “Let’s get cleaned up” “Okay” Daniel said. We kissed one more time and he stood up. My dick was still hard his was soft. When my dick came out of his ass some cum dripped out. “Hang on” I said. “Some cum came out of your butt” Daniel laughed “really?” “Get on your hands and knees” Daniel did and he propped his out. His hole was still semi open but with cum around it. I got a couple of tissues and wiped it off. “Did you cum a lot?” Daniel asked. “I have no idea” I chuckled. “If I was a girl, I probably would get pregnant” Daniel laughed. “Probably” I replied wiping the rest of the lube around his ass off. “All good” I said.
“Are we going to do this again?” He asked. “If you want to” I replied. “Yeah, of course I do. Your parents are gone all weekend right?” “Yeah” “Can I come over again tomorrow? My parents told me they are going to some sort of convention and I am staying home.” Daniel said. “Come over as early as you want, I’ll leave the front door unlocked.” “They are leaving at like 7 or so” “Well come over after that and climb into my bed with me.” Daniel’s eyes lit up “OK!” He said.
I got up and went to my underwear drawer to get a new pair of underwear. I opened the drawer and said “What underwear to wear”. Daniel got up from the bed and came over “What kind of underwear do you wear?” He asked. “Mainly boxerbriefs and sometimes boxers if I am going to be somewhere without a shirt.” Daniel was sifting through my underwear drawer seeing the different underwear I have. He pulled out a pair of tightie whities and held them up. “These are cute” he said smiling. “I sometimes wear them if I am playing soccer or football.” “I used to wear them until a couple months ago.” Daniel said. “I still have some pairs if you want to see them on me.” Daniel said mischievously. I barely got my underwear up and looked at him and his body. I realized he would look so hot in those. ”That would be awesome” I said.

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