First Time

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Once upon a time in Italy

Hey guys/girls, this is my first story. I hope you enjoy it! The story is more or less true, altough I changed a lot of the details and shortend the events of that night significantly.

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1975 – A year to remember

The events in this first chapter are fairly accurate and are essentially as they happened at the time. Succeeding chapters will begin to make the transition to ultimately a pure fictional account. The story develops somewhat slowly, since I feel it is important to establish the environment and develop the characters.

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My foster mom

Life was pretty good in the 50s, except that Dad had been killed in an auto accident a few years earlier. Mom did all she could to make me happy, but I could see that she was always tired. Little did I know that within a couple of years I would be an orphan.
Mom’s best friend, and next door neighbor, Nell would bring her two little boys, ages 2 and 3, to visit our house about every day. She and mom talked and laughed, and I was glad to see that. Nell’s husband, Hank, worked at the local college.
One thing that I noticed about Nell even though I was just 12 years old was that she was very afraid of thunderstorms. When a storm was approaching and Hank was at work, you could count on Nell and the boys being at our backdoor. Mom would joking tell Nell that she was 24 years old and had to get over being afraid of storms.
Nell was an outgoing person. She was always smiling, except during storms, and liked everybody. She was attractive, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was about 5′ 5″ tall and weighed about 130 pounds, slightly on the plump side. She had a nice figure overall, and as a 12 year old I thought she was heavenly. Sometimes when she would come over I would go in the bathroom and jackoff as she and Mom laughed in the living room.
Hank’s personality was the opposite of Nell’s. He was a brooding guy, about 26 years old, and never smiled much. Although he was a big handsome guy, Mom used to tell Nell she could have done much better in terms of getting someone to share things with. Nell would say that it was not too bad, that you just had to get used to Hank’s way of doing things.
Two years later, my life imploded. Mom and I had finished dinner when she said we had to talk.
“Bill, I am very sick, and the doctors don’t think they can help me.” This floored me and I cried, “No, they are wrong.”
“Let’s hope so, but just in case, I have talked to Nell and Hank and if I die they have agreed to adopt you, if it is o.k. with you.”
“I want to stay with you,” I whimpered. “Please do not die.”
Three months later, she did die, three days after my 14th birthday. Mom had worked out a contract with Nell and Hank that they would receive a sum of money each month to care for me until I was 18 years old.
I moved over to Nell and Hank’s, using their spare bedroom. Their two boys, Rex and Dan, who were now 3 and 5, seemed happy that I was living with them.
For a few weeks everything was o.k., then Hank started picking on me, calling me a fag because I did not have a girlfriend. “Hank, stop that,” Nell would say, but soon he was back to teasing me again and I would pout and go into my room.
Nevertheless, I settled into a routine and became a part of Hank and Nell’s family. In the first year we went on family vacation and for the first time since Mom had died had a good time.
When we returned, Hank started packing for an academic conference that was being held in New York. He wanted Nell to go, but she said “not this time. The last time was so boring for me.” The night before Hank left, he was civil and said, “Bill, watch out for Nell and the boys. I’ll be back in a week.”
Later that night, I stood against the wall that separated their bedroom from mine and listened as Hank fucked Nell. I had been doing this ever since I had moved in. As Hank would screw Nell, I would jack off. Suddenly I heard Nell yell, “dammit, Hank, I told you to use a rubber. I don’t want to get knocked up again yet.” “Sorry, but your cunt made me hurry and besides, I like the feel of bareback pussy.” “Fuck you,” Nell said. “O.K.”, and then I heard Hank hammering her again. “Did you cum,” he asked. “Fuck no, as usual” she said. “Go to sleep,” she said, “you have a long trip tomorrow.’
I wiped the cum drippings off my cock and the wall and climbed in bed. It was good to feel the cool sheets on my cock and ass, and soon I was asleep.
Two nights later we went to bed about 1030. An hour or so later, I heard thunder and saw lightning. The storm was getting worse, when there was a knock on the door. “Bill, can I come in, I scared to death” Nell whispered. “Come on in,” I said. She came scooting in and jumped in bed. She was shaking like a leaf.
She moved over beside me and said, “hold me till this storm passes.” I put my arms around her and she snuggled into my body. My cock suddenly went ballistic as her ass pressed against it. I know she had to feel it, so I said, “I’m sorry,” and tried to move away. “Don’t move, but don’t you wear any clothes to bed?” Nell asked. “No,” I said.
She slid her ass back and pressed against my cock and I could not help myself, but I shot my cum all over her nightgown. “Shit Bill, now I will have to take this off.” As she stood up to remove the gown, I could see that she was not wearing any panties or bra. She hopped back in bed and said, “well since you’ve cummed, it should be safe now” and pressed her ass against my cock once again..”
As we held each other tightly, my cock started getting hard again, and was pressing against Nell’s ass. “Bill, stop it,” she said and moved away. Then another bolt of thunder hit nearby and she was once again begging me to hold her. This time she did not move away as my cock touched her asshole. As Nell cuddled against me, I held her tight as she was shivering with fear as the storm continued. My right arm was around her waist, then I slowly moved my hand to cup her breast. She did not respond, so I continued to hold her tit, then began to slowly massage the nipple as one of the older guys in class had said girls like. Nell did not tell me to quit, so I continued to fondle her tits,
I did not want her to move, so I tried to be still, but the sensations of having my cock pressing against her asshole made me come again and I squirted into her ass crack. She was out of bed like a bolt of lightning, cursing me like a sailor. Then, thankfully, it thundered again and she was back in bed. “Bill, if you cum on me again, I will cut it off,” she whispered as she slid against me.
Half an hour later the storm had passed and Nell was asleep. It was a good thing, because my peter was hard again, and this time I was in a position to move it under her ass and near her cunt hole. My cock was resting in her ass crack and began to harden. Nell moved slightly and I think my cock moved near the lips of her cunt. This was enough for me to lose control and I shot my wad again. If Nell had been asleep, this awakened her. “Damn Bill, what have done now? Shit, Hank cums once and thats it for the night. What is the matter with you?” Once again she got up to clean my cum from body. “Fuck, I have really screwed up now, ” I said to myself.
To my great surprise, and pleasure, as soon as Nell came out of the bathroom another explosion of thunder caused her to fly back into my arms. “Bill, I hope you are through cumming on me,” she whispered. “Nell, I can’t help it. I have never been this close to a woman before and it justs happens.”
We continued to talk until the thunder stopped and Nell went to sleep Although I had already cum three times, I felt my cock getting hard again as Nell snuggled against me. She felt it too.
I stopped when I sensed she was stirring, then she said, “Hank, if you want to, but you get on top.” Without saying a word I climbed on top of her as she spread her legs wide and wrapped them around my back. My stiff cock quickly found her cunt and as I began to enter the hole of paradise, Nell pulled my head down to her and began to kiss me, then suddenly pushed me away–”Bill, get off me, dammit I was half asleep and thought you were Hank. Did you cum in me, you little bastard?’ She look over at me, with my dick still sticking straight out, and as I began to cry, she said, “Oh shit, Bill ,we am going to do something, but you must promise to never tell Hank. Have you ever kissed a girl on her cunt?” she asked. “No, but I want to kiss you there”
“Lay on your back and I will get on top,” Nell hoarsely whispered. As she moved on me, I felt her lips kiss the head of my cock, and she pressed her cunt onto my lips. She took more of my cock into her mouth, then told me how to kiss and lick her cunt, and to blow my warm breath into her pussy. As I licked and kissed her clit and cunt lips, Nell went wild, grinding her cunt into my face. My cock was entirely in her mouth, and then Nell gasped and I could feel moisture coming from her cunt. With that I shot my cum into her mouth.
“Bill, that was fantastic, Hank will not eat my cunt, nor will he let me suck his cock. That was so good, but you must never tell Hank.”
She moved back beside me and we began to kiss deeply, each licking our own juices from the other. Unbelievably, my cock hardened up again and began to press against Nell’s pussy. She turned on her back and pulled me onto her. She opened her legs wide and took one hand and guided my cock to her cunt hole. We both moved toward each other, and suddenly I was in her.”Oh my god, I have never felt anything so good,” I stuttered. Nell began to arch her back, and I pushed against her, fully penetrated.
I am surprised the sounds of flesh slapping against each other, and the sloshing of her pussy, did not awaken the boys. “God, oh god,” I said again and again as I furiously fucked Nell.
She was kissing me frantically, and bouncing up and down on my cock. “Oh fuck me, Bill, fuck me hard” and she tried to drive my five inch cock into her as far as it would go. We were slapping our bodies together and then she bit my lip and started to tremble, “Ohh, ohh fuck me Hank, fuck me and cum deep in me” She was so caught up that she thought I was Hank. I am thinking to myself, “don’t come yet, don’t come” We fucked for several more minutes, and now we both were covered with perspiration. I was reaching the point where I knew I was going to unload my cum into Nell when she gasped and moaned “slam that cock into me, cum in me deep, Bill fuck me, fuck me, ohhhhh” and with that we both collapsed as my cum entered Nell. My orgasm was another massive one, and I planted it deep in her cunt hole. She fell on top of me, exhausted, and then said, “Bill, you are quite a little man” and then she began kissing me again.
After a few minutes, my limp cock slid out of Nell’s flooded cunt and I moved off her. “Bill, I am ashamed to say it, but that is the first time I ever came while being fucked. Hank always cums, then does not finish me. Please do not tell anybody you fucked me, o.k.? “I won’t tell a soul, but can we do it again sometime” I asked. “I don’t know, it is wrong because you are so young and I am married. We probably should not.” Unhappy with that response I went to sleep. When I awoke, Nell had left my room. I showered and got ready for school, but the memories of last night led me to jack off in the shower.
I went into the kitchen and Nell smiled at me–she had prepared breakfast and my school lunch. I kissed the boys bye, then Nell shocked me when she said, “what about me?” and leaned over for a kiss. My cock was hard again as I went out the door.
All day long I was in a trance, recalling the ecstacy of my cock moving in and out of Nell’s cunt. When I got home Nell smiled broadly and said “how was your day? Did any of the young girls try to take advantage of my big boy?” I blushed and told her no.
Dinner was a happy time, all four of us laughing and joking. After dinner we watched tv some, then I went to my room to do homework for Monday’s class. At 10 pm I went to the den and told Nell I was going to bed. “Sleep well–see you in the morning” she said.
I went to bed and jacked off, then fell asleep. I awoke to find Nell curled up against me, kissing my ear. “Could not sleep by myself,” she said, “and anyway, we have unfinished business” and she began to nibble on my cock. She climbed on me in a 69 position and lowered her cunt to my face. I began to gently kiss her pussy all over. Then she climbed on me and pushed down to my ready cock and began to fuck me with wild abandon. We came three times that night.

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The Pressure Relieving Boy

I’m in the upper part of my teens now, but this is not a story about the most recent years. Instead, it’s about my earlier years. I would not consider myself a man now, and at that point in time I was far – very far, indeed – from it. If the thought of sex and sexual activities with (more or less) consenting younger boys upsets you, then maybe you should read no further. To those bold and delightfully depraved enough to continue, this is me telling you about my adolescent years.

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Another First Time Story

Being with a guy is something I had frequently fantasized about in my adult years, but just never did it for various reasons. Fear, nervousness, morality (kinda lame), health concerns and so on. The fact that I married young and did not want to cheat on my wife is another reason I did not follow this fantasy. However, when my wife and I separated and were all but divorced, I acted….

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My first woman part 2

I have included the first posting, for your convenience’ if you would like to re-read it to get caught up to the point part 2 picks up. I will write about some of the other lessons she gave me when I have time to get it all out and post a “complete” version. Some of the readers on here do not like “unfinished accounts” and I understand that. I was writing as I had time and posting whatever I had written at that point in time.

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1975 – A Year to Remember. Chapter 2

This is the second chapter detailing what occurred during that year, more than thirty years ago. Although it is probably a “stand alone” story, reading the first chapter would provide the reader with insight into the characters and the circumstances that led to this point in the story. As mentioned in the introduction to chapter 1, this story will gradually transition from a true narrative to pure fiction.

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Polka Dot Pajama Bottoms

Hi there! This is my first story, I hope you like it and I sincerely appreciate any feedback, comments, questions, opinions, requests, etc… my only humble request is that you do so respectfully. I can continue this story if people like it. Thanks for reading, Enjoy!
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Her apartment smelled of fabric softener, Om Nagchampa incense, and sweet cannabis. The balcony doors were all open and the heat of his anxiousness steadily seeped out into the tropical January night chill. She was wearing less than usual, this was the first time he had ever seen her shapely long legs. His eyes traced their way from her bare feet to her toned calves, lingering for a moment on her silky thighs, then up to her short fuzzy white and teal polka dot pajama shorts. He realized he was staring and flinched to bend over and remove his shoes at the door where he stood… desperately hoping she hadn’t caught him gawking awkwardly.
“Found it ok?” She chimed. “Yup, that wasn’t too far at all!” He smiled, relieved that she was oblivious and admiring her pretty smile. She leaned in to give him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. He had hoped to have been greeted with a kiss. He breathed her in and held her in a hug for a moment after she had already reflexively released. Her long soft curls draped over his hand loosely as it found the small of her back. She stood in his arm, very aware of his anchoring hand on her lower back and his pulse against her breasts. He inhaled deeply savoring the smell of her; his breath in the curve of her neck caused a sensuous shiver down her spine, briefly paralyzing her retreat, her neck had always been her weak spot. She was glad that he hadn’t tried to kiss her, she enjoyed his warmth in their momentary embrace and smelled his cologne, the one which she complimented him on the other day when they met. She smiled to herself… that smell turned her on.
“Come on in” She led him in by the hand and closed the door behind him. Her place was artsy and very clean and tidy, he was relieved. The last girl he dated was even messier than him. They made their way to the couch where he strategically sat in the middle. She went to set her phone on the dock to play some music then went to sit down beside him. They made casual conversation, laughing and listening. They eventually eased themselves closer together into a comfortable interlocking of limbs sunk deeply into the plush sofa and satin throw pillows. Hours had passed. He realized that he would have to take some initiative in seducing her. This would be the type of woman who was going to make him work for it. The prospect of that challenge instantly excited him and he unconsciously adjusted his shorts. He watched her as she talked, her gestures, her hands so graceful and expressive. Her exotic brown eyes were bright and mysterious and almost appeared to see right through him. Her teeth were bright and she flashed them each time he would make her laugh or smile. He was aching to get closer but didn’t want to get slapped in the process. He watched her mouth intently and at one point even caught himself mouthing her words along as she spoke, being so engrossed in the movement of her lips.
She was amused, and appreciated his willingness to hear about her career aspirations and academic goals, fully aware that he wouldn’t remember much of what she was saying. None the less, she continued talking for fear that if the conversation were to dwindle he would pounce on her like a cat planning a ninja attack on its favorite toy. She listened as he told her about his music, his friends and football… or was it baseball? She didn’t care much for sports and her mind was wandering as she struggled to maintain eye contact. She inhaled deeply, and something about that damn cologne hit her again all at once before she could even exhale. Triggering a surge of excitement to race through her body, she was completely caught off guard by her responsiveness to his masculine scent. She felt an instant rise in her body temperature emanating from deep in her core, her face became flushed and her supple skin was again enveloped by that familiar prickly chill. She blinked slowly, deliberately; trying to compose herself discreetly and regain some control over her flustered body. She met his eyes and realized he was no longer talking, but was watching her with a mischievous smile… Did he know? When had he stopped talking? Why was he looking at her like that? She became anxious and rhetorically offered to go get them some water from the fridge.
She shifted, extending her leg from under her to put her feet on the ground in an attempt to escape the awkwardness in her living room for the refuge of her kitchen only a few feet away. His primal instincts took over him and he became a hunter calculating the optimal point of attack. In his peripheral view he watched as she outstretched her bare leg and began to lean forward, never breaking their eye contact. The moment one foot touched the ground he saw his moment of opportunity and sprang forward. His lips met their target straight on and his hands reached out to the arm rest behind her, cornering her against it as he pressed his body to hers. With one leg still folded underneath her and the other on the floor, it was a matter of seconds before she had no choice but to position herself under him horizontally to avoid twisting the foot that was still tucked under her. The fact that she wasn’t fighting it actually shocked her more than the bold act itself.
He was lying on top of her now, kissing her passionately and greedily. She parted her lips slightly, whether it was an innate reaction to his unintentional gyrating against her or an attempt to object, neither of them could really tell. She leaned back on her elbow and lifted her free hand to his chest, applying only a very slight pressure against him as if to communicate “I could stop this at any moment, so don’t get carried away…”. She at least wanted to retain the illusion of some control in the situation. It seemed her body was winning the fight with her better judgment and she realized the unsolicited domination of this blue eyed stranger in her home was making her undeniably wet in her little polka dot pajama bottoms. Almost intuitively he sensed her arousal and decided to push her further. He took her passively opposing hand by the wrist and lifted it above her head. She uttered what was almost a protest to her new constricted predicament just as his mouth moved to her hypersensitive neck and the only noise that escaped her lips was a breathless feminine moan of surrender.
Her reluctant groan hummed into his ear. Its vibration amplified by his own trembling anticipation and excitement, eliciting an animalistic hunger as he devoured the sweet taste of her flesh. His mouth moved with a passionate aggression from her ear down her neck, he found her collar bone and moved further to continue this exploration of her throbbing chest. His hand wandered behind her back in search of the arm that she was propping herself up on. He found her wrist easily and lifted it above her head to join the other, rendering her incapable of getting away, even though by then there was nowhere else she’ d have rather been. With both hands now bound above her head she sank deeper into the corner of the sofa, his mouth following her down. He took both of her wrists above her head with his one big hand, freeing the other for his conquest.
The pulsating constriction of his shorts intensified when he looked down at her for a moment, soaking in the site of the beautiful brunette below him, submitting to his control and squirming in anticipation. She was hot and flustered, hair disheveled, flushed cheeks and chest heaving rhythmically as she helplessly awaited his next move. He admired her erect nipples pointing up at him as they rose and fell under her tight aquamarine spaghetti strap tank top now stuck to her skin from the moistness of their body heat, lewdly outlining her perky voluptuous breasts. He looked back up at her face, her mouth was ajar as she stared him right back in the eye, almost challenging him. He gave her a devilish smirk and surprised her with a sudden suggestive thrust of his groin. He had tactfully managed to position himself directly between her now open legs and was pressing his erection against the wet crotch of her little shorts. The unexpected pressure directly on her sensitive clit caused her pussy to suddenly spasm uncontrollably. He watched her eyes roll back and close as a soft involuntary whimper escaped her pink lips. That was the only invitation he needed. He moved his free hand up to the back of her neck to her bouncy soft curls, entwining her hair around his fingers and then tightening his grip. Her eyes reopened and she looked up at him. He tightened his grip even more and when he was content with the leverage of his grasp he held her head so that she was forced to look him directly in the eye. She was hungry for more and he could see it, he was going to give her everything she wanted and more, much more. Slowly he began grinding his pelvis against her, looking her in the eye, tightening his grips on her hands and her hair. His thrusting intensified and became more calculated, he was teasing her and himself. Deep hard strokes and rocking in circular rhythms followed purposeful successions of repeated forward thrusts, all the while she tried her damnedest not to break eye contact, but once in a while would slip in the bliss and he would tighten his grip on her hair forcing her to come back to him.
As he continued to dry hump her with vigor he didn’t realize his shorts had been working their way further and further down. He was so enthralled with the pleasure that he was deriving from the simulated sex he was having that he didn’t immediately notice the front of his shorts had worked their way down about 6 inches, subsequently leaving the only thing obstructing his engorged member from its prized target to be his thin boxer brief with a missing button on the flap, and her now soaking wet polka dot pajama shorts. When he finally acknowledged this new unrestricted sensation, he began pumping even harder, until the head of his dribbling cock made its way through the opening in his briefs and found her warm wet shorts were not doing a very good job at keeping her covered. It wasn’t long before his determined prick found its way around the crotch of her shorts and through the leg opening. He almost exploded right then and there when his dick made direct contact with her tight slippery slit. He had assumed she would have been wearing panties, and she definitely was not.
He lowered his head to her and kissed her hard on the lips, exploring her with his tongue and growling primitively into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, communicating her desire for more. He took his queue and aligned his member in preparation to enter her. He pulled away from their kiss and with his mouth against her ear he whispered coarsely “Mmm, you naughty girl… I’ll have to teach you a lesson about what happens to naughty little girls who don’t wear panties…” and just as a despairing moan escaped her lips he plunged himself deep inside her to the hilt. She cried out in pain and ecstasy, and within minutes exploded into a drenching, quivering, convulsing orgasm all over his engorged tingling man meat. He grunted loudly and tried to keep his composure as her vice like cunt sucked him in to its velvety wet walls and squeezed him repeatedly tighter and tighter until her intense climax subsided. He was so deep inside of her that he could feel his head against her cervix and he knew in that moment if he didn’t pull out soon he would blow his pent up load all over it. The fervid geyser that was emanating from his swollen balls was fighting its way out; quickly he tried to pull all 7.5 inches of his thick meat out of her hollow clutches, this time not quite as abruptly as his initial entry. One inch, two, three inches…. Four inches… she was moaning and rubbing her beautiful breast while running her hand up and down his chest and torso, he knew he would probably still be hard even after he came, this was just too damn hot, and he was anxious to fuck her right, and a bit embarrassed that he couldn’t last longer… 5 inches… almost there, he can feel it about to blow…6 inches… Suddenly her legs wrapped around him again, pulling him back in.
“Shit, I am going to cum, hang on I need to pull out!” He said frantically, his voice cracked. She grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him into her, bringing his face down half way. His cock now completely back inside her, she leaned forward to meet his face, the juicy clutch was too much for him to bear when she maneuvered forward to lean into him. She kissed him hard, her tongue probed his mouth and he blasted his gooey cream with abandon deep into her pussy, whimpering and grunting into her mouth as spurt after spurt projected from his still rock hard erection. He was trembling against her as she pulled her mouth from his, brought it up to his ear and whispered “Mmm… you naughty boy, I’ll have to teach you a lesson about what happens to naughty boys who cum before I say they can…”

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Snowed In at my House

It all started one Friday night after a long day at school. It was the first semester of freshman year in high school and a guy named Paul and I had become great friends. I had planned a small party at my house for about 10 guys and girls. Paul was staying at my house because his parents were out of town, so he rode home with me once school got out. Being that it was mid December, it snowed a lot. Before we knew it, a huge snow storm had come in and shut down everything in the city. None of my friends could make it over to my house. We were all stranded.
Likewise, Paul and I were stranded at my house, and we tried to occupy ourselves. We played Call of Duty for a few hours followed by some pool. We watched a few movies and before we knew it, it was late, around 3am. My parents had gone to bed for the night. I asked Paul if he was tired and he said no. I wasn’t either.
Like guys always do, we got talking about girls and sex. Being only freshman in high school, we were both still virgins. I asked Paul if he jacked off.
“I mean…yeah”, he replied.
“How often do you do it?”, I asked.
Paul got a little nervous and hesitated. He eventually said he did it a few times a week. I could already feel my dick starting to get hard. Still nervous, Paul changed the subject and said we should play some cards. I got the cards out and we started to play poker.
A few hands in, we were back to being bored. I had never done anything with a guy before, and after being in high school for half a year and showering with other guys after gym, I got a little curious. I had never seen so many young dicks in my life. I decided to make things interesting.
“Want to make this game a little exciting and make it a game of strip poker?”, I asked.
“I guess.”, Paul said.
We agreed that each hand lost would mean losing an article of clothing. We each counted to make sure that we started with the same number of items. Each of us had a pair of socks, pants, boxers, and a shirt on.
I dealt the first hand, and I lost. There went the socks. The next hand I won, and off went Paul’s socks. Paul lost the next two hands. He was now just down to his boxers. I could see a nice happy trail going straight to his pubes. The bulge in his boxers was starting to get bigger. Again, Paul seemed pretty nervous.
I dealt the next hand, and sure enough, Paul’s luck didn’t get any better. He slowly stood up. “Okay, here it goes.”, he said as he slowly pulled his boxers down to his ankles. There he stood, with his beautifully hard dick and his freshly trimmed pubes to go with it.
At this point my cock was raging hard. “Now what?”, asked Paul.
With no hesitation, I stood up and took off my remaining clothes, showing Paul my seven inch hard dick.
“Since we’re both naked and hard, let’s look at some porn,” I suggested. He agreed.
I got my laptop and we both made our way to the couch. I put on some porn, with the laptop on the coffee table in front of us, and Paul and I sitting together naked and hard watching.
Glancing over, I could see Paul’s dick throb. God he was hard. He slowly started tickling his balls. Then with his other hand he began to pump his cock up and down. I was quick to follow and grabbed my cock and starting to slowly pleasure myself. My heart was pounding. Neither of us had ever done anything like this with another guy. My eyes were focussed on Paul’s cut cock, listening to him give out a subtle moan every now and then.
A minute or two later, Paul stopped caressing himself and looked at me. “This doesn’t make us gay right? This is just two guys experimenting and talking about sex, right?”, he asked.
“Yeah. We’re just two guys helping each other out”, I said back.
We both got back to jacking off after that. Paul then started to get a lot more comfortable and relaxed.
“If we’re just helping each other out, then why don’t I give you a hand”, he said. With that he reached over and grabbed my cock and began stroking it. I had never had another guy jack me off before, and it felt amazing. I didn’t hesitate to reach over and grab his dick. I could already feel his precum slowly building up in my hand. My heart was racing more than ever before. Going this far made me want to experiment even further.
Still stroking Paul’s dick I leaned over and began kissing him. His lips were so soft and wet. I began to work my way down, kissing his hard nipples and toned six pack. I finally got to his hardrock cock and put it in my mouth and began sucking. Paul immediately tilted his head back and let out a moan of satisfaction. He put a hand on top of my head, begging me to take more of him in my mouth.
I slowly sucked his dick, licking the tip and playing with him. I began to gently lick his ballsack. He went wild for this. His head leaned back and his eyes closed as he gripped my hair with his hands. I went back to his cock, putting all six inches of him in my mouth, and loving every minute of it.
His dick began to harden even more, and I knew what was coming next.
“Holy shit. I’m about to cum!”, he gasped.
He began breathing heavily and faster, his legs tensing up. He shot his load of warm and creamy cum right into my mouth, and I swallowed all of it. His breathing slowed and he began to relax.
Our eyes met and we both smiled. I got up from my knees and gave him a little peck on the lips.
We both stood up. He slowly kissed my chest as he grabbed my dick in his hand. I turned Paul around and grabbed his ass. Licking my finger, I began to caress his asshole. He was tight as can be. I put one finger in and he let out a moan. We both stopped for a moment, and he gave me a nod for more.
We made our way back over to the couch, and Paul got on his back, ready for my cock to fuck his virgin ass. I pushed my cock around his tight asshole, slowly working my way inside. I started off slow, enjoying every minute of his cute ass.
“Oh yeah. Faster. Oh,” he whispered.
I fucked his ass harder. Deeper and deeper. We both began to moan louder and faster. Paul began jacking off his still very hard cock.
I was pounding Paul’s ass harder than ever, and I could feel my cock harden even further. I knew I was about to cum any minute.
“Oh my God…”, I yelled out. “I’m gonna cum.”
I pulled my dick out of Paul’s small ass and he began sucking me off. My head leaned back and I had the most sensational orgasm. I blew the biggest load of my life right in his mouth. Cum was dripping down his chin. Paul continued sucking and licking my dick, swallowing every drop of cum.
We both leaned back on the couch and lay naked with each other for a few minutes.
“Damn that was awesome.”, Paul said. I nodded my head in agreement and smiled.
Paul and I remained close friends and still get together every now and then for a little guy “experimentation”.

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Sex with a Football Player

When I was 13 I attended a new school, I was nervous about going because I didn’t want my gay tendencies to start there. I had short, spiked up hair, fairly tanned, 5’5, 110 lbs. slim but very fit and I was proud of my abs that were starting to form. On the first time I hoped everything was going to go fine but there was this boy, his name was Aaron and he was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He had short dark brown hair, fairly tanned skin, about 5’7, about 120 lbs., and really fit. His muscles arm muscles would bulge on days he wore t-shirts and he was sporting a well defined six pack.
Me and Aaron became friends and started to become closer over time, but I was always sexually attracted to him. I would always fantasize about him, when we went swimming together and I got to admire his gorgeous body, when he would sleepover and he stripped down to just his boxers, anytime we started rough housing it was hard to contain a boner because I would ‘accidently’ rub my hand on my crotch and sometimes his hand would meet my crotch. But what always turned me on was when he played football. His muscles would bulge and we would start glimmering with sweat and it would turn me on so much. So it’s not a big surprise when we went to high school and he joined the football team that my fantasies were about that.
Our first sexual encounter was at our first party, we were sitting in a circle with a bunch of friends and we had been drinking a little. We decided to play spin the bottle and after some kissing it was my turn, I spun and it land on the one person I wanted it to, Aaron. At first everyone was laughing and I thought I would just spin again but all my friends were telling me that I had to do it and started chanting, so i moved closer to Aaron getting ready for the kissed and he closed his eyes ready for my lips. He smelled like cologne and a hint of booze, it was so hot. I moved in and planted my lips on his, I suddenly felt his tounge enter my mouth and they wrestled for a bit but the kiss lasted only for 5 seconds (the rules we were playing by was the kiss had to last 5 seconds). I was disappointed to pull away, I wanted so much more.
A year passed by and we never spoke of the kiss, but I always thought of it. In Grade 10 Aaron and I had the same gym class. So it made it even harder for me not to get so horny around him, his stomach had got a lot more defined and his pecs were amazing. In the shower I got to see glimpses of his cock but only when it was soft, it looked about 3 inches soft so I guessed he was about 5-6 inches hard. His thighs and legs started growing hair and they were there was no fat on them, but the nicest feature was his cute little bubble butt. It would wiggle back and forth when he walked and it had some muscle in it as well.
One day Aaron and I were late for gym and the coach made us stay 10 minutes after class to run laps. When we were done we made our way to the change room, it was empty. Aaron had sweat on his brown and his chest was glimmering.
“Fuck, I’m so sweaty. Gonna come for a shower?” he asked as he peeled of his sweatpants.
I was obviously not turning down that offer so I said yes in a heartbeat.
We stripped down naked and I watched his little bubble butt as he walked toward the shower. In our school we have open showers which means no walls so you see other guys while showering, which was perfect for me. There are only 5 shower heads, Aaron turned his on and started scrubbing. I tried turning one on, it didn’t work. Moved to the next one, it didn’t work either, I tried the other two and they just dribbled out a bit of water.
“No worries man you can share mine” Aaron said.
These shower heads were only about 3 inches wide, so I obviously said yes.
I tried very hard to not get a hard on but our cocks kept rubbing together and his abs would rub against my chest, it was too hard. Eventually my cock did get hard and I tried to hide it but it hit him in the chest.
“Getting a little excited are we?” he said, almost seductively. It wasn’t until I looked down when I realized he was hard too.
“Aha sorry man, just haven’t gotten off in a while” I said.
“Oh really.. that sucks..” he said very seductively, he slowly started rubbing my cock around.
“Aaron, what are yo- ooh fuck…” I tried to stop him but it felt so good and he was so hot. Aaron started jerking off my cock and it was so hard to stay on my feet, the water droplets were dripping down his chest and abs.
“Fuck, you gotta get me off too.” he said as he guided my hand to his cock. I was taken aback by this but I was happy to oblige. I put two fingers underneath his cock to rub his sweet spot as I jacked him off. He was moaning and groaning and it turned me on and made me moan and groan.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I said, I could feel my climax so close and we were moaning so loud as we came all over each other chests. He simply washed it off and said
“Thanks man, feel better?”
“Aha yeah thanks.”
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