First Time

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Five Days of Paradise (3)

—THE NEXT MORNING—
The two of us headed into the kitchen, groggy and with bedheads, where there were Mom, Dad, Adam, and Dana. It was 9, and we had to pack up to move into our other three rooms by 11. Aden and I didn’t have shirts on, but we had pajama pants on, and we settled on the porch, just the two of us alone, looking out upon the shorter sky scrapers, and the taller ones (which were far off, seeing as that’s where the urban city was), and the beach, the pool, the roads, the lazy river below us, just the beautiful sights in general
 including Aden.
Dad came out just when Aden had took in breath to say something, and told us that last night at 12, a family checked into two of our rooms, so we wouldn’t be able to check in right away, we’d have to wait until 3.
Aden and went to the room and got on shirts and changed into shorts (exchanging several naughty glances) then the six of us went to Ihop, where Aden and I dug in to some chocolate-chip pancakes, then we went to Broadway at the Beach, where we entered a place called “Magi-Quest.” We walked in and there was a guy in Mythical-Medieval dress standing next to a box of wands.
“Hello, and welcome to Magi-Quest. Is this your first time?” He asked.
“Yes,” said Mom.
“Well here’s what you do: first, you buy a wand. Then, you buy the amount of time spent in the arena. Then, you will go into the room to my left, where the game will be explained. Lastly, you will enter the arena, and follow the quests, defeat the enemies, and conquer your fate. Interested?”
Aden seemed VERY interested, and I just thought, “What the hell,” and went on. Aden picked out a gold and silver wand and I got a gold and black one. We went into the room for introduction where the game was explained, then we went in and played.
It had puzzles which were solved by running around the arena (which could’ve been bigger) and it was very hot. It could also get very challenging at times, but nonetheless, it was worth it all, to see Aden running around joyfully, having fun. When we got out it was a few hours later, and we strolled around Broadway. Soon, Aden and I got bored by shops our parents were going in and so we broke off, walking around the area, stopping only at 5, on a bridge next to a fountain, watching the water as the sun set behind it.
“I enjoyed last night,” said Aden, eagerly.
We both wanted that to continue, but we were interrupted by my phone ringing. It was a text from Mom saying that we were going to eat at the Hard Rock Café for dinner. I replied, be there in a sec.
We slowly made our way over, talking about why it was in a pyramid vs. anything it SHOULD be in for Hard Rock (a guitar, drums, microphone—or, I don’t know, perhaps a building—etc.)
“No, Aden, how would they fit a restaurant inside a microphone? Or a guitar? How would they even build a giant guitar?”
“You’re lacking imagination, Anthony.”
After dinner, we went to the hotel where we checked into our new rooms. Mom and Dad’s room would be next to Adam and Dana’s, however, Aden and I’s room would be a floor underneath the other two. We went down and unpacked.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said.
“Oh,” said Aden, “I was just about to brush my teeth.”
“You can brush your teeth as I’m in the shower,” I replied.
He seemed kind of shy at first, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t anything naughty. Just the two of us wanted to get into the pool as quick as possible. I know I couldn’t wait. I mean, the pool was giant, on one side it went to 8 feet deep! There were four water slides, a lazy river, and a children’s area, too. Of course, it all turned out fine, and we didn’t notice each other in the shower/teeth-brushing session.
But we did get up to noticing each other in the pool. It was late (not that late, just around 7) and we were alone in the pool. After swimming and talking, we finished our conversation which we had never before had a ton of time to finish.
“So,” said Aden, swimming close to me, “I enjoyed last night.”
“I did too,” I truthfully replied.
“But
” he exaggerated the ‘U.’
Uh-oh.
“
But what?” I said.
“But I don’t know if you’re
”
“You don’t know if I’m what?”
“
as serious as me
”
There was silence for a few minutes, until I broke it, “What do you mean by that?”
“Well
This is awkward
”
“And you’re making it more awkward by not saying anything,” I said, matter-of-factly, “If you don’t think I’m not sure of what happened last night—“
“I’m not—are you sure?”
“No—Explain.”
“Well, I don’t really want to
 if you don’t feel the same way.”
“Let’s put it this way: Nothing you can say will change the way I think of you.”
“You say that now.”
“And I will say it tomorrow, proudly.”
“Fine
 in my eyes, it was more than a jack-off session that we did together.”
“How so?”
“Because
 I love you.”
It struck me in the chest. Harder than a moving train, harder than a bullet, than an airborne plane, harder than any news I’d ever gotten; and it was Fabulous. I pulled him into an embrace and kissed the hell out of him. If someone walked in—even Mom or Dad—I wouldn’t care. I loved him, and I knew for sure he loved me too.
We stopped for a second so he could breathe: “So that means—“
“I love you, too,” I replied, chuckling.
We stared into each other’s eyes, then kissed some more.
—BACK IN THE ROOM—
There we sat, holding hands across our laps.
“So, am I your first boyfriend?” I asked.
“No,” he said, “You’re my first partner ever.”
I smiled as he said, “you?”
“No, I had a jerk who cheated on me, but it was no were near as real as this. I’d only say ‘I love you’ to a person who I really meant it. He never pushed the issue, and I never told that sleezeball ‘I love you,’ and I’d regret it if I did.” I was being very honest with this story. He cheated on me with an ugly motherfucker named Matt.
He laughed.
“Ah, Damn!” I said, going through my suitcase.
“What?” Aden asked.
“I didn’t bring any back up contacts and I left my contacts at the pool!”
“Did you bring your glasses?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s see.”
I slipped on the glasses, and I figured Dylan must’ve been right, because he looked like he was going to orgasm because I put the glasses on. The hard, Oh-my-god-he’s-so-sexy face he had on turned me on, and I made sure of one thing: I was going to fuck Aden tonight. I don’t care if it was just oral, it was going to happen. Perhaps anal is too soon, anyway, but, you know, I was going to get in his pants more than a jack-off session.
—THAT NIGHT—
This might take a while.
I didn’t want to approach him as creepy; just loving and horny.
Which, of course, I was. I loved him to death and never wanted to let go. It was hard not blurting out “Let’s Fuck!! :D” when we took off our clothes and lied in bed in our boxers.
“Good night,” He said softly.
“Good night,” I returned, reluctant, and not quite finished, “do you want to have a quick jack-off before bed?”
“Umm
” He thought about it.
“Or, uh
”
“What?” He asked.
“Well, you know
”
“No I don’t, please elaborate.”
“
maybe
 we could
”
“We could what?”
“Try a bit
more?”
“What do you mean? Do you want to
?”
“Give you a BJ?”
“Well, do you?”
“I just want to give you pleasure.”
“Aww, you’re sweet. Surly, you’re planning to let me return the favor?”
“If you would like.”
“
then maybe. I’ll think about it.”
“Do I have to wake you up?” I asked, tickling him. He squirmed around and laughed in the most adorable way. I chuckled too, and after a while I stopped and he looked at me, into my eyes. He kissed my lips, then pulled away, and said, “Nope.”
“Do I have to get you in the mood?” I asked, rubbing my hand on his body. My hand rubbed in circles a bit, making him moan, then I lowered my hand to his pelvis, where I slipped my hand into his underwear and messaged his penis. I pulled out, then ran my hand down his leg, rubbing as I went. He kissed me as I rubbed between his leg and covered ballsack, then said, “Do that a bit more.” I did, and he moaned, getting an erection, as I did, too.
“Ok, I’ve thought about it. It’s just that I’m nervous; I’ve never
 done it
 with a guy before. Or with anyone at that.”
“Me either,” I said, calmly, my lips inches from his. I kissed him, then reached down in to his underwear, taking his ass into my hands. I squeezed it, and rubbed it, and he moaned through our locked lips and tongues, then, I took of his boxers, and slid underneath the covers.
“Wait,” he stopped me, “What’ll it be like?”
“I don’t know,” I truthfully responded. “Let’s find out.”
I took his fully erect 5 inch penis in to my mouth and moved my head up and down, savoring the flavor and love passing through this. I swirled my tongue around the head, then rubbed the shaft. He moaned in pleasure as I sucked as if there was no tomorrow. I shoved the entire thing down my throat, basically kissing his pelvis, and I stuck my tongue out, licking his balls. They were just starting to grow hair and delicious.
Very soon, my cock was rock hard—the hardest it’d ever been, 7 inches! I began to massage my own penis as I messaged Aden’s—with my tongue. He moaned and thrusted it down my throat, and I was glad to see him in such pleasure. He started thrusting faster, closing his eyes, climax—then, there was Aden’s hot cum running down my throat. It tasted sweet and salty. It was amazing I swallowed it easily, then shoved his dick into the back of my throat, and swallowed, and he shuddered.
I slowly took my mouth off of his penis, and he began rubbing my ass. Slowly, he took off my boxers, seeing my giant 7-inch rock hard cock.
“I don’t know if I can—“ Aden began, but I interrupted him.
“Then don’t,” I said.
He thought of this, for some reason, as: ‘You’d better do it, you stupid bitch,’ and he shoved himself, forcefully, onto my cock. As soon as it was in his mouth, he seemed reassured, he loved it, grabbing the base and shoving it down his throat, massaging the balls. He was like a pro.
I moaned, and, totally sex-greedy, stuck my hand on the back of his head and pushed my penis in. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Just the look of Aden, naked, was enough to make me blow my load. I pumped it in and out, ruffling his short blond hair, and he circled the shaft with his tongue. I was right; I wouldn’t last long. I felt a sensation like never before as he sucked me, I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven; and this was a reward for a great deed.
But no, it was Aden, and I was having the time of my life. As I felt the oncoming climax, feeling like the most powerful ever, I braced myself, and shoved my entire cock down his throat as my creamy boy juice was spat all over my pelvis. Slowly, Aden licked it off, occasionally, licking my cock, then he put his mouth to mine, and transferred my cum into my mouth. Mine was saltier and less sweet than his, and I nearly swallowed his tongue swallowing it. He laughed, and I told him I liked his better.
I fit my dick in-between his ass cheeks and he pressed his dick on my stomach, laying on me. His head was on my chest, breathing hard.
“I love you,” He breathed.
“I love you, too,” I said, kissing the top of his blond head.
That was perhaps the best night ever. Until tomorrow night>=)

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My first attempt at Fiction.
Boys School. From Nothing to Everything.
Let’s set the background to this story and give you the background of the main character.
Mitchell was 11 with fire red shoulder length hair, jade green eyes and a lean body that had not one once of fat on it and was slowly starting to fill out in all the right places. He was homed schooled along with his 8 year old brother Scott, by their loving and doting mother who had been a high up professional in a big city firm, (which for the times was still a rare occurrence) but she’d given all that up, when Mitchell came along, and had devoted her life to giving her son, then sons, the best start in life. His father was an officer in the armed forces and was posted to many places all over the world and he had made the decision that his kids would not grow up army brats as he had done, so had put down permanent roots so as not to drag his wife and kids to all corners.
Then it happened, and to Mitchell’s mind, a thing he thought he’d never recover from, his mother died, leaving his brother and himself with the biggest empty hole that even with his fathers presence hurt in so many ways that he couldn’t describe the emotions and feelings that flooded his young head. To this was added a bomb shell by his father, that he was to stay in the service and that he and Scott would have to go to boarding school. As the days drew on fear and trepidation of the upcoming event had became the most prominent thought in both the boys heads. No amount of begging to stay with relatives or even a friend which had made an offer to take care of both of them, would persuade their parent to put off the impending day.
On that dreaded morning both boys felt sick to their stomachs and by then had even began to have ill feelings towards, as they thought, their uncaring and horrible father. They entered the car in total silence looking at each other in their new school uniforms consisting of a grey cap with a Latin motto and badge, white shirt and a tie of the school colours, grey jumper, grey blazer once again with the badge, grey shorts and socks with black brogue type shoes all which had been labelled with their names and billet number even down to the underwear which could only be of the Y type variety and white. Mitchell hated having to wear shorts as he thought that he was grown up enough to wear long trousers but had caved in to his fathers’ “rules are rules,” retort to any protestations he made. The one thing he didn’t look forward to in the clothing department was having to wear a kilt on occasions that required it, at things like church parade and special events that were organised where they were to be ambassadors for the school.
Rolling up the long driveway an imposing building came into view. Mitchell looked over at his brother whose mouth was wide open in disbelief and had started to tear up at the thought of having to come to this place, although seen in photographs, nothing prepared him for the actual size of the buildings and the bleakness of its turrets and clock tower. Directed to a large open space the car was parked. Mitchell was fighting with knot in his belly and the lump in the throat he thought would choke him, telling himself that he wasn’t going to cry so as not to let his father see that he was terrified, angry and upset. Slowly exiting the vehicle he went round to the rear and popped the boot open and began to struggle to get the luggage and the trunks out. His heart now pounding and trying to rip its way out of his chest Mitchell noticed boys of every shape and age going about their business most in the same drab grey uniforms, fussed over by a myriad of parents and guardians. Turning to see what his brother was up to, he saw him in an embrace with father and he was bawling into the shoulder of his sports jacket. Mitchell too wanted to feel this warm embrace but had decided that he was to show that no matter what he would not break down in front of this man he now thought of as an enemy. It was then that an older boy stepped up and introduced himself and telling the adult that he was a senior at the school and would help us to find our places. Introduction over with Mitchell overheard that this was the boy who was to be his billet mentor and that his name was Iain. Lead forward to the ever growing throng of boys once again Mitchell’s heart was pounding and his brother followed the father like a little puppy incessantly talking and holding onto his hand with both of his. Iain pointed down at Scott and shouted to another of the bigger boys saying “ think this is one of yours”. He walked over and pleasantries over with Scott and his father were lead over to a group where after a couple of minutes Mitchell saw his parent stand after hugging his youngest and start to make his way back. Scott let out a yelp of “daddy”, but it was ignored and the older boy held him back when he tried to run after him. Over now and standing in front of him Mitchell thought he could see tears in his father’s eyes but soon dismissed this as it started to make him tear up. His dad now on one knee went in for a hug but was met with a steely face and a handshake so retuned the hand thinking how small his sons’ was and questioned if he was doing the right thing? “Bye dad” was all his eldest could muster and Mitchell stood there and watched as his dad went back to the car. Now the tears fell and the lump in his throat began to tickle making it hard to speak.
“OK then juniors”, Iain said in an authoritative voice, “follow me”. Mitchell went to get his luggage but was told not to do that as it would be delivered to the billet. He tagged along, through large hallways past imposing military portraits and busts to a stairwell that got narrower and the narrower the higher they climbed. Reaching a large door marked as J4/4 it was opened to reveal another corridor. Iain stopped just inside the door and started to read names from a clipboard he carried. Four names at a time were uttered and eventually Mitchell heard his. Iain guided him into the room. He stood there taking in his surroundings while the other boys were looking to see which was to be their berth. The room was quite large and down both sides were two bunks, well not really bunks as they were built into wardrobes and sets of drawers with at either end a study desk with a lamp and more drawers. The other boys all had pulled the curtains back on their bunks and were sitting on one chatting and it was then Mitchell realised that these boys already knew each other.
“Hey ginger what’s your name then”?
“Mitchell” he said lowering his head.
“This is Grant, he’s Austin”, pointing at each in turn, “and I am Fraser”.
Giving them a cursory smile he turned to examine where he was to sleep. With the curtain now back he could see that it was exactly the same as the others, two pillows and covers, two sheets and two blanket with a third in the school colours. There was also a little pull chord which illuminated a light at one end of a plastic covered mattress. Tears started to flow once more and it was then he felt an arm around his shoulder and Grant trying to reassure him that all would be OK. A whistle sounded and Grant lead Mitchell from the room down to the end of the corridor that opened up into a large room with soft furnished seating. All the boys were there and Iain went into a speech telling all, in quick succession what the rules of the billet were. Then directing the boys down a small hallway past his room, which if he found anybody in he’d kill them, to the ablutions. That’s a damn strange word Mitchell thought as it was an extremely large bathroom, but as time went by he’d learn that many things had other names. Down one wall were toilet cubicles with the other wall having shower heads on it but no walls to separate them and in the middle was at least 20 wash basins with mirrors. Back in the large room, or common room, most of the boys were in little groups chatting away and fooling around when Iain said they were to return and unpack. Grant sought out Mitchell and they retuned together. Everything had its place and had to be there and Grant showed the new boy how to do it and explained the reasons. Three bells sounded in quick time and the boys said it was time for the evening meal so headed out the door and down to a large hall where for the first time since being slit up got a first glimpse of his brother. Making straight for him they met in the biggest hug he thought they’d ever had. Within seconds of meeting they were parted by an adult in some kind of uniform who clipped Mitchell on the back of his head as he ordered him back to the right table telling him that it was not an association time. Once more Grant interceded telling him that it was only at certain times they were allowed to mix with those from different years even if he was your brother. Mitchell felt the lump return but managed to hold back the water that was doing its damnedest to burst from his eyes. Prayers were said meals eaten then it was a return to the billet (dorm). By luck Fraser had a radio which helped break the monotony and pretty soon all the boys had bonded and found out background, likes and dislikes and other things about each other. 8pm. A whistle was sounded followed by the shout, “changing time”. Mitchell looked in confusion at the others but it soon became apparent to him what the order was as he looked at the other get out their pj’s and began to change. Getting his from his allotted drawer he was embarrassed to see the other boys remove their underwear and put them into a bag which had their numbers on and the word, whites. Mitchell had at times seen his brother naked and he him but this felt so strange and new. He also undressed and when it got down to his whites, quickly looked round to see the others back in conversation, so he removed them in what he thought was record time and was in his pj’s so fast that the friction burned his leg. Sitting back with the others they chatted about this and that and at 8.30pm another whistle “Hit the showers”, was the order.
“Come on” Grant said as he retrieved his wash bag and headed out followed by the others. Mitchell did the same and when he reached the ablutions was met by a sight he was not prepared for. Boys were happily stripping off hanging the pj’s on the hooks as you entered the door. Just standing there in two minds he was confronted by Iain.
“What’s up with you, not shy are we”? He had menace in his voice.
“No, But”!
“No buts in here youngster, just get yourself under the water”.
Mitchell removed his pj’s, took the soap and shampoo from his wash bag and headed to where there was an empty shower head ending up next to Fraser. He was all lathered up and whistling a tune he’d heard earlier on his radio. A glance to his side and he stopped his tune.
“Everything OK Mitch, you don’t mind if I call you Mitch do you”?
“No it’s OK as that’s what my cousins and that call me”.
“Good as Mitchell is so formal and Mitch sounds a lot better”, as he continued to wash.
“Yes I prefer it too”.
“Great”.
Mitch started to wash but couldn’t help scanning the others as he applied the soap. All there were of similar age. Some were taller some fatter and he noted that most of their penises were the same size as his but one or two were a bit larger and one boy was just abnormally big for his age. Taking a closer look he saw that one of the boys’ penis stood out, literally’ pointing up to the roof. He knew this happened as his too sometimes would go hard and point up but as yet he didn’t really know why. Finishing showering he took a towel from the pile and dried off and went to the wash bag getting his toothbrush and paste returning to the wash basin and brushed them in the way he’d been taught by his mother. Tears welled up as he remembered the first time he could brush his teeth on his own under her supervision and the broad smile on her face as she praised him for being her grown up little man. Now in a world of his own, he was brought too by a slap on the back of his head that really hurt.
“You going to be one of the slow idiot type”? Growled Iain.
“no”.
“Then what the hell are you standing here for”?
“Brushing my teeth”.
“Then why has every body finished and your here on your own”?
“I don’t know” then realised that he had been so caught up in his own world more time had passed than he’d accounted for.
“Get done the and get back to your billet” Iain spat.
Mitch washed off his toothbrush and went to his solitary pj’s hanging on the hook. While dressing he noticed Iain standing there watching closely and he could see a large bump in the front of his trousers, dismissing this as a thing that must happen to all boys.
Returned now to his room Fraser piped up.
“Where have you been”?
“I lost myself for a moment”! This was a phrase his dad had used when he’d to ask him something two or three times before getting an answer.
“Lost yourself, how did you do that”? Then they all broke into laughter and fell about. Mitch just stood there and then joined in with laughing trio.
“You guys want to see what I have”? Asked Austin, leaning under the bunk and pulling a small book from his luggage. Proudly presenting the front cover which showed a naked woman. He quickly put it back and crowed that he had taken it from his older brother who had so many he’d not miss one and we could all see it later that night. Having no idea of the fascination the others seemed to have, Mitch just smiled an acknowledgement. 9.30pm there came another whistle, “Lights out”. Then darkness. Austin clicked on his bunk light followed by Grant.
“Come on then let us see that book then”? Grant whispered.
“Give it ten minutes or so, till Hitler does his checks”.
“Who’s Hitler”? A whisper from Mitch.
“Iain of coarse, he’s a bad one and can be a really nasty bastard”.
Mitch lay there stunned by the language. Sure enough Iain poked his head round the door’
“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you lot and if you feel your going to die, don’t bother me, just die quietly”. Then the door banged shut.
“OK then”, as Austin retrieved the book and swung it about in a motion to say, come to me. The others were across in a blur.
“Come on Mitch get your backside over here”. Mitch complied. The book was opened with some ceremony and under the bunk light all could see a naked woman sitting astride a rock showing all that she had.
“Look at the thatch on that snatch”, Austin said to blank looks from the three cross legged boys.
“God I’m not going to have to explain this am I”? With a hint of exasperation in his voice he pointed out the woman’s pubic hair. “That thatch”, tapping his finger on the book, “ and it’s covering her thatch” , tapping again on the nether region being displayed. Nods came from the ensemble. The page was turned to reveal a man and a woman standing together.
“There’s hair on the man too” Fraser said matter of factly.
“Yes and we’ll all get hair round our knobs as well and they’ll get bigger and then we will be able to shoot our loads”, looking round he saw the others had no idea what he was talking about, “ Oh sod it”! Came from the annoyed Austin. More pages were turned until one appeared where the man had his penis inside the woman. Austin explained the process.
“How come you know so much about it”? asked Fraser.
“My brother taught me when I was about 9 and even showed me how to do things”.
“What things”?
Austin Quickly diverted the conversation.
“Who’s got a hard-on then”? “You know, down there” pointing at his groin area. “I have” and he quickly got to his knees and whipped down his pj bottoms. Well there right in front of the was a rock hard little 3.5 to 4 inch penis. Next to own up to one was Grant and with a bit of prompting got it out. Mitch was last to own up and with three others telling him not to be a chicken showed his. All were of a similar size and all still had their fore-skins intact and not a pubic hair was to be seen.
“Who wants to learn how to chug off”? “ Oh just watch me and you’ll see how”! Austin took a hold of his penis and started to move his hand up and down holding it with two fingers bellow and the thumb on top. His skin folding back to reveal his blood engorged tip then back over to hide it. He flipped through the book and laid it down on his bunk to what was obviously was his favourite page, due to it being more dog eared than the others.
“Come on then you lot try it”! Hands went to penises and with trial and error the chugging had begun. All eyes were on the book where the close up was of the man cuming on the pubic hair of the woman. Heavy breathing was the main sound coming from the quartet and an announcement was uttered from Austin.
“Oh yeah I’m going to shoot”! Throwing his head back the others could see him visibly shake and arch his back the familiar feeling as he had his dry cum..
“I’m going to pee” Grant cried.
“No you wont, just keep rubbing and you’ll get a real surprise”.
“What the ffff”. Grant flung his head all around and also gave a visible shudder and collapsed back on the bunk as he too had his first dry orgasm. Fraser followed with a little squeal and slumped down. Mitch became the centre of attention and he knew it.
“For gods sake your doing it all wrong”! Before Mitch knew what was going on Austin had removed his hand and was taking charged. Peeling back the skin on the end he noticed Mitch wince in pain.
“Have you never done this to see your knob head”? Mitch shook no.
“It’ll be all OK in a minute”, and continued to work on the skin and surely with the attention it was receiving the slacker it became. Mitch now was starting to enjoy the feeling, in what he had called up until that moment, his tinkle. Something had started to churn away in his stomach and he could feel a tight and strange sensation down in his groin. It hit like a sledgehammer send pulses from his small sacks to the tip of his tinkle and even all the way up to his nipples. His first and dry orgasm took over his whole body making him cry out in sheer ecstasy. He too collapsed breathing heavily and with such a grin of satisfaction. The boys lay there and discussed what it felt like and what it did to them but the one with biggest smile was Austin knowing that he had created willing participants to his ways and knew that in time he’d teach them all the things his brother had taught him to do.
Reading through this I do go on a bit but now the start has begun it’ll be quicker in tone, that is if anyone wants more of this story.
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What did you say? [ Pt. 2 ]

Hello, if you haven’t read the first part, I suggest that you do, then you will know about some things that are referring to the first one.All I wanted to say is that I hope you enjoy because the third part could be the final. If you did enjoy it, then there will be many more parts. PS: I will not stop writing stories just because I suck at them, I will keep writing because I enjoy it, and I will be getting better at it. Anyways, enjoy!
[ Part 2 ]
The next morning, after a very quiet night of awkward stares, and silent genstures, I woke up, not only feeling older, but about to do a very adult like thing.
I’m going to fuck my mother.
I know if, maybe I don’t do it now, I never will in the near future, plus it’s better to start on the sex now and do what ever later. Right now, I should only be worrying about the present.
I slowly walked down the staires, and saw Mom sitting on the couch, watching TV.
“Mom?” I asked quietly.
“Yes honey?”
“I’ve been thinking and-” Before I could even finish, she had already stripped down to her pink panties, and was in the process of taking off her matching pink bra. How did she know I was gonna say yes? Oh well, all I know is my dick is hard and I want some of her pussy.
I have absolutely no Idea what I was getting myself into. I’ve never fucked a woman, and I am now about to fuck the only person I know who has already fucked. Come to think of it, it’s a little weird that I’m about to revisit the same place that I came into this world from, except in the same fasion my father did it.
Back to reality, Mom’s huge boobs and her amazing ass looked so hot, I was about to blow my load just by looking at her. I didn’t know what to say, I never fucked a woman and in all of the porn I’ve seen, it was usually silent. I took off my jeans, then started to slide down my boxers, but Mom stoped me. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her left breast. It felt amazing, I had a million thoughts rushing through my mind, and- I am starting to rethink the idea of fucking Mom… I don’t know, I’m really confused. I’m a horny sixteen year old, who wants to fuck his own mother, but I don’t know. I’m starting to think about what people will think if they ever find out.
“Mom!” I said, just as she put her lips around the head of my 7 1/2in dick. “We can’t do this!”
“Why not?” She said, sounding a little sad.
“If people ever find out, like if you tell someone when you’re drunk, then what do you think people will see of us?” I said, actually hoping she would stop. This is what I’ve always wanted, but If someone found out- that could be the end. “Mom, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, but i don’t know if we can do this now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want to fuck you, but I don’t know if right now is the right time. Okay?”
“Okay.” She sighed. “I love you, more than as a son.”
“I love you too, more than as a Mom.”
“See, that’s what I don’t understand!” She said. “If you love me like you say you do, you wouldn’t care what people would think if they found out. Plus, I’ve already have started to suck your dick, can I at least finish that?”
I had to think. “No, because if you do, it’s gonna lead to more things, and I don’t know if this is the time.”
“When will be the time?” She asked.
I’m beginning to question whose the real horny teenager here.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, can you atleast do that thing you did earlier yesterday?” She asked.
“Do what?”
“When you barley stuck your toungue in my-” She pointed at her pussy.
“Mom! We can’t! Not yet!” I said, louder. What am I doing? I want her so fucking bad!
I quickly grabbed my clothes and started running up the stairs. I went to my room and locked my self inside.
I went to my bed and slowly started to stroke my stiff cock, even thought it could’ve been in action right now. My dick went soft and I quit stroking it. I am starting to rethink my decision.
I didn’t know what else to do, I’m afraid of what people will see of us if they ever found out, I just need some rest. I slowly lay down my head and slowly drifted asleep.
When I woke up the clock said 5:35PM.
Am I getting a party for my sixteenth birthday? Or was fucking my present? Is it too late to fuck her now? Gah! I hate waking up horny.
I really want to fuck Mom now, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I do know that if I don’t fuck her tonight, I got the whole weekend to do it.
I put on some clothes, and slowly headed down our carpeted stairs, to see Mom passed out on the couch. I walked up in front of her, she was still naked, so she didn’t pass out too long after I did. She was unbilievably sexy the way she qwas posing, despite what I said earlier, I wanted to fuck her.
I don’t know the names of where I was going to fuck her at, all I knew the names of where her pussy and her ass. And I really wanted her ass. I gently flipped her over, revealing the hottest ass I’d ever seen, even hotter than the ones you see on tv and in porn. I started to jerk off, to hopefuly moisten my dick with sperm for easier entry. I blew my load in only a few strokes, and I quickly aimed as much as I could right at her ass. She squirmed a little, but didn’t show signs of being fully awake.
I slowly and softly slid the head into her ass. Then all of the sudden, both of her eyes flew open.
I froze
[ End of Part 2 ]

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Happy Anniversary: Part 1

DISCALIMER: This is a work of fiction and any likeness to any person or persons, real or fictional, is pure coincidence.
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Hi, my name is Connor and this is a true story, probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. But before I get too much into that I guess I should give you some background info. I am 18 and about 6 foot even. I’m not like ripped but I have some muscle definition and shaggy brown hair. All in all I look like a skater when I’m really not. I’ve been dating this girl Tracie for about 3 years now and she is just a few months older than me.
Tracie is honestly one of the hottest girls I have ever met. She is about 5’6”, which is good ‘cause I like shorter girls, with blonde hair that is down to about the middle of her back. And she has these amber eyes that I could just stare at all day. She is pretty thin with a 36C bra size and a nice sized ass for her build.
Anyway, every summer, in June, Tracie’s parents go out of town for about a week for their anniversary, which happens to also be Tracie and ME’s anniversary leaving Tracie and he younger sister, Mikayla who is only 14, to take care of themselves. So I usually end up just spending the week at her house and telling my parents I’m at a friend’s or something and Mikayla never says anything.
We’ve been having sex for a while now so what we do during that week is nowhere out of the ordinary. One great thing about her though is that she is very adventurous when it comes to sex. The only thing she would never do is bestiality, and although it’s a major turn on for me, I’m cool with it. Anyway, this past anniversary, the best thing ever happened, and well
.here it is.
Chapter 1
I drove up to Tracie’s house the day after her parents had left and walked up to the door, using the key in the fake rock to let myself in. As soon as I stepped in I could hear the dog tags on their husky, Bolt, as he ran up to immediately sniffing my leg. I slipped my shoes off and scratched him behind the ears, “Hey Bolt! Who’s a good boy?? Huh?”
Bolt let out a small bark as if to answer. “That’s right! You are!” I said. “Now be quiet I’m going to try and surprise Tracie.”
I slowly climbed up the stairs, making sure to skip the one the creaks and went down the hallway up to the door to her room and attempted to open it. “That’s weird, it’s never locked” I thought.
Right then I heard the door to the bathroom open right behind me and I spun around, startled.
“When did you get here Connor?” Tracie said to me, trying to hide her excitement.
Still trying to catch my breath from the scare she gave me, I said, “I just got here I wanted to surprise you. Happy anniversary, Babe.”
She jumped the few steps and wrapped her legs around me, with me grabbing her ass to hold her up. She put her arms behind my head and gave me a deep passionate kiss.
“Damn,” I said lowering her down, “This is going to be a great week.”
“You have no idea,” she said, subtly touching my touching my crotch, “So what did you get me?”
“Your gift is out in the car, I can go get it if you want.”
“No
it can wait. I think you should un-wrap my gift now.” She said with a sly tone. “It’s in my room.”
She led my over by the hand to her room, pulling the key out of her bra and unlocking the door. “Close your eyes tight or you won’t get it.” She said.
I did as I was told and closed my eyes as tight as possible and allowed her to lead me into her room. “Keep them closed while I put the final touches on it, no peeking.” She teased.
“Of course, Tracie. I promi-“ right then I heard a very muffled sound coming from where her bed was, “Umm what was that?” I asked.
“Open your eyes and look,” she purred in the most seductive voice I had ever heard her use.
I opened my eyes and saw the most amazing thing I had ever seen in my life. Tracie was standing completely nude one leg on her best and a few fingers already in her pussy warming herself for me and next to her laying on the bed was her 14 year old sister Mikayla with her wrists bound together behind her back and something pink in her mouth.
“What is this Tracie?” I asked.
“Well last night I heard some weird noises coming from her room so I went to check it out. Turns out that this little whore,” and as she said that she shoved a few fingers into Mikayla’s pussy, her face lighting up with a look of confused pleasure, “ was fingering herself.”
“And what’s the big deal?” I asked
“She was moaning your name. Just saying ‘Connor Please!’ over and over. She even licked the juices that ran down her hand. So today I waited for her to get out of the shower and surprised her. I tied her up and shoved the panties I saw her wearing last night in her mouth to gag her. I think she likes it! Happy Anniversary!”
“Are you serious right now? This is incest, not to mention rape!” I said.
“Yea, maybe but it gets me so wet. Besides I can see your boner through your pants right now. Come join us
”
Not needing a second invitation I stripped down completely allowing my cock to rise to a full 10 inches. Tracie pulled her sister up by the hair and made Mikayla stand next to her so I could get a better view. I started to take her all in while Tracie slowly kissed her up and down her back.
I had never really taken the time to look at Mikayla since she was so much younger but now that I was seeing
well
.all of her I realized how sexy she really was. She was already the same height as her sister with the same length blonde hair but cat like blue eyes. Although she was about the same size as her older sister she had much larger breasts, almost double ds, and a tighter, more round ass.
She looked panicked as I approached her. I laid a hand on her breast and slowly caressed it, pinching the nipple a little harder than necessary. Then slowly I moved my hand down to her already soaked pussy and fingered it for a little bit. Slowly I pulled out the finger and brought it up to my mouth, licking the juices off of it. Then I pulled her balled up panties out of her mouth.
“P-please no!” she begged but I just ignored her. I laid her across the bed so her ass was hanging off one side and her head was hanging off the other.
“Connor,” Tracie asked, “Do you want to fuck her?”
Mikayla’s eyes widened at the question in a mix of wanting and fear. “No! I’m a virgin!” She said, starting to beg. “I’ve been saving myself
”
At that Tracie stuck three fingers in Mikayla’s ass hole sending a shudder up and down her and shutting her up. “Yea, from the sound of it you were saving yourself for Connor, be grateful.” Tracie said.
“Are you sure this is fine Tracie?” I asked tentatively.
“Yea,” she said grinning, “It kinda turns me on.”
At that I slowly walked around Mikayla, letting my hand run down her side. When I finally came to her ass I paused, almost hesitant. “This is crazy, but at the same time amazing.” I thought. “They’re both gorgeous, and I get to do whatever I want
” I shook off my fears and placed one hand on each of Mikayla’s ass cheeks, and slowly bent down, getting on my knees. I inhaled deeply through my nose and took in ever scent possible.
Tracie walked around to the other side of the bed and grabbed Mikayla’s face. “Have you ever thought about eating pussy, little sis?”
“N-no, I’m not a lesbian!” Mikayla replied adamantly.
“Well I guess there’s going to be a lot of experimenting this week. I remember the first time I ate a girl out, it was great. I just hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.” Tracie had this tone that made me think she was sincere, but to Mikayla probably just sounded mocking. Tracie moved her pussy right into Mikayla’s face giving her no choice but eat her out.
While Mikayla slowly and reluctantly began to eat her sister out, I squeezed her ass tightly and began to eat her out. I moved one hand down to begin rubbing her clit and the other hand to her ass hole, sticking a finger inside. I could feel her squirm but I wasn’t sure whether it was in pleasure, fear or some combination of the two.
“Mikayla, you’re going to love what comes next.” I said standing up and rubbing my cock along her slit

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For the first time pt. 1

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Fiction

Their Stories – Chapters Three & Four

Chapter Three – The Second Hotel Room
“So, the next day, you met him again at the mall?”
Bobby inquired.
“Yeah,” the blonde 12 year old said. “That day, he let
me go to the arcade for a while. We played some games,
like he was my dad and all. Then he let me buy some
CD’s that I wanted, Mariah Carey and Back Street Boys,
and a portable CD player and batteries. Then I lay down
in the back seat and listened to music while we drove
to the motel.”
“Was it the same motel?” Bobby asked.
“No, different,” she said. “It took a while to get
there, but we sort of did the same thing, you know,
parked outside and rushed in.”
“And did you do the same things?”
“Well, it was a little different,” Stacey said,
wrinkling her freckled nose.Bill’s story: I took her to a new motel, not far from
the other one, but I drove around a bit to confuse her.
I had the video cam set up again, but this time I’d
also brought a Poloroid camera, to take some still
shots. See, I knew I could only get away with this for
a short time, so I was going to store all the images I
could before “blowing town.” I had her do her change in
the bathroom, into the outfit she’d worn the day
before, then taped the opening.
“Hi, my name’s Stacey. I’m 12 years old, and I’m here
to have sex with my boyfriend, Bill,” she started.
While the video cam ran, I took photos at proper
moments, like when she opened her blouse to reveal her
little training bra. Again when she raised her skirt to
show off her pink panties. Then again when she shed the
blouse, skirt and shoes, leaving her only in her socks,
panties and bra.
“What were you thinking, going out with this man a
third time?” Bobby asked gently.
“I don’t know,” she hesitated. “I was just likin’ a
boyfriend.”Bill’s story: I walked over in just my briefs again,
kissed her while fondling her little breasts, then told
her to get undressed. She responded rapidly, then
quickly got on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and
waited for me to lick her pussy. I did it quickly and
efficiently, making her cum numerous times. The
difference today was that she yelped as each orgasm
hit. She was enjoying it more, and she danged near
strangled me in a death grip as she wrapped her shapely
legs around my ears.
“So what did he ask you to do this third time?”
“Well,” Stacey began, “after he licked me and made me
cum, he told me about love pee-pee.”
Bobby hadn’t heard her use the word “cum” before, not
realizing he had said it to her. But he went on. “What
did he say about ‘love pee-pee’?”
“He said it’d make my titties get bigger faster and
make my wee-wee get hairier and bigger faster, and that
there was two ways to do it,” Stacey said.
“And those two ways were what?” Bobby asked.
“He said he could either put it my wee-wee or I could
swallow it in my mouth,” Stacey replied.Bill’s story: When she sat up, I took pictures of her
and a close-up of her wet pussy. Then I explained the
theory of how a man’s cum stimulates a woman’s hormones
and makes a girl develop more quickly. She bought it,
and I got ready to get a blow job.
“So what did he ask you to do next?” Bobby asked.
“He showed me how to suck his peter,” Stacey said.
Bobby shut off the tape recorder. His hard-on was too
great, and he figured he could start it again after the
answer to his next question. “What did he say to do?”
“He showed me how to hold the bottom in my hand and rub
it while I put the top in my mouth to suck it and lick
it,” the girl replied. Bobby felt his hard-on strain at
the thought, looking at the pretty 12 year old.Bill’s story: I adjusted the camera so that it caught
all the action as the little girl began to suck my
dick. I had instructed her, but I had to keep telling
her to hold my shaft tighter and rub harder. I also had
told her to suck hard, tongue hard, and to take her
mouth off when I told her. Just before I felt my cum, I
barked at her to take her mouth off, and hold her open
mouth just over the end. I shot my first string over
her nose, then she directed the rest onto her tongue.
She swallowed nicely after I finished cumming in her
sweet mouth.
“Then what did he do?” Bobby asked.
“Well, after I swallowed his pee-pee, we lay on the bed
until he was hard again. I sucked him a little more to
get him hard, and then he fucked me from behind again,”
Stacey replied.Bill’s story: After we lay down for a while, I made her
start sucking me again. I took some more pictures of me
in her sweet mouth. When I was ready to go again, I got
her up on her hands and knees. I pushed into her tight
little pussy and took pictures of my shaft buried into
her sweet tight little ass. I also delighted in the
times she turned back to look at me, still with a rope
of my cum clinging to her cute little nose. I commanded
her, “Tell me to cum in your little wee-wee!” She did
as I reached under to caress those tiny breasts. As she
said my command a third time, I pumped her another
load. As I waited, my cock dipped deep in her 12 year
old cunt, I decided on a purchase I needed for the next
day. Then I ate her cunt once more, appointed our
meeting place for the next day, showered with her and
took her home.Chapter Four – The Next Hotel Room
“So then, the next day, you met him again. Wasn’t your
mother getting suspicious by now?” Bobby asked.
“Naw,” the girl said lazily. “She don’t really keep up
with what we do while she’s at work.”
“What does your mother do?”
“She’s a waitress at Denny’s, down by the
interstate,” Stacey replied.
“So you can walk to the mall from where you live?”
Bobby asked.
“Yeah,” the 12 year old replied. “It only takes about
15 minutes.”
“And that’s where you met Bill that fourth day?”
“Yup,” she said, then took a drink from her can of
soda. “He told me he wanted to do something special
that day.”Bill’s story: When I picked her up at the mall, I had
her buy a new blouse, skirt, bra, and panties, just to
excite her. But I had also picked up a pregnancy test
at the drug store. As she lay in the back seat,
wriggling into her new outfit, I drove around aimlessly
for a bit, then to the third motel, again not far from
the ones I’d used before.
This time, the video cam was set up as usual, but since
she’d already changed, offering me some sexy views in
the rearview mirror, she immediately did her “I’m
Stacey, and now I’m going to strip for my boyfriend.”
But once we were both naked, having kissed and fondled
each other, I turned off the camera and repositioned it
in the bathroom. Then I gave her new cue cards to read,
and told her how to use the pregnancy kit.
The 12 year old positioned herself on the toilet,
holding the small receptacle and began to read, as the
camera rolled. I stood before her, my hard-on within
range of her mouth. “Now I’m going to pee-pee in this
little cup to find out if daddy has gotten me
pregnant,” she read. (It had turned out that the man
living with her mother was neither married to the
woman, nor Stacey’s or Lynette’s father, who’d
disappeared long ago.)
She then held the small cup under her piss hole and
began to force out her pee, not really knowing what she
was doing. Then, as she began to pee, by my
instruction, she took hold of my tool and began to suck
it. She actually peed a remarkable amount, overflowing
the cup by half. When she had done, I took the cup from
her and inserted the determining stick. Then I had her
stand up, turn around and bend over the toilet.
“What was so special?” Bobby asked.
“Well, he’d brought a pregnancy test, and I had to pee
in a cup. It was the first time he’d ever watched me
pee,” Stacey said.
“He watched you take the test?”
“Yeah,” she said. “And he had me suck his peter while I
peed. Then, while we waited for the test to turn out,
he fucked me over the toilet.”Bill’s story: As I waited for the determination, I had
her bend over the toilet, her hands on the tank, with
her legs spread over the toilet, offering her young
behind to me. I knelt down, spread the cheeks of her
tight little ass, licked her anus, then her hole, then
her pee hole. Stacey moaned as I licked her slit from
top to bottom. Then I pulled her back and took her clit
in my mouth, sucking away the way I knew she liked. In
no time she was bucking back against me. I was tasting
both her juice and her pee.
She didn’t know, really, how to cum over a toilet, so
she just sort of pranced up and down, trying to keep
contact with my tongue. It was all over in less than
three minutes, at which point, face glistening from her
various juices, I stood up, grabbed her by the hips,
guided my prick into her flowing pussy and proceeded to
pump another load into my little 12 year old darling,
cumming in less than a minute, while groping those
lovely, tiny titties. She responded with her second
orgasm.
“And you watched the pregnancy test?” Bobby asked.
“Well, after he licked me and fucked me and I cleaned
him, then we looked,” Stacey said. “And it showed I was
pregnant.”
“How did you feel about that?”
“I was happy, ‘cause I thought I was gonna get
married,” the pretty blonde said.Bill’s story: Then I looked over, and the stick showed
blue. I’d done it! I’d gotten the 12 year old pregnant.
I immediately thought of how she’d look with a big
belly, those small boobs swelling. I took her into the
bedroom, got in bed and opened the bottle of champagne
I’d bought. We toasted our coming “wedding,” a ruse I
gave her to make her happy. She quickly got drunk on
two small glasses of champagne, and I easily got her to
finger-fuck my ass while I pumped her from on top. Then
I put my well-thought proposition to her.
“So he proposed marriage to you?” Bobby asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Didn’t you know a 12 year old girl couldn’t marry a
grown man?”
“Bill told me he’d ask mama to let him,” she said
innocently.
Referring to the police report, Bobby asked, “And
that’s when he asked you about Lynette?”
“Yeah,” Stacey said, squirming a bit in her chair.Bill’s story: Having pumped two loads of cum into my
little 12 year old pregnant darling, having sucked on
her small breasts, having licked her bald slit twice
and having had my dick sucked twice, we showered,
dressed and prepared to return her home. But I said to
Stacey, “Your little sister is almost as pretty as
you.”
She was just putting on her bra, having already put on
her panties. “You mean Lynette?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “How old is she?”
“She’s only ten,” Stacey said, rather defensively.
“Well, since we’re going to get married, don’t you
think we should offer Lynette the chance to have fun
with us?” I asked. It confused the hell out of her, so
I went on the attack. “Shouldn’t she be able to have
fun with us?” She stood there in her little bra and
panties, looking at me. I took the lead. “Honey, now
that you’re pregnant, I want to fuck your sister too.”
She went into tears. “Ain’t I good enough for you?” she
wailed.
I ran to her, still naked myself, and took her into my
arms, kissing her deeply, while fondling her small
breasts, my dick pressed against her chest. To my
delight, I felt her small hand close around my hard
prick. I finally broke off the kiss, looked down at her
tear-streaked face and said, “Oh, honey, you have our
baby in your tummy. You’ll be my wife, as soon as we
can work it out with your mama. But your sister should
be able to have fun with us too, don’t you think?”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because she can make you and I feel good, and we can
make her feel good,” I replied. “Don’t you want us all
to have fun?” She just looked at me, so I pressed
ahead. “Look, you just bring her tomorrow, tell her you
have a big secret that’s lots of fun, a secret person
you want her to meet, a good friend who does really
nice things, and bring her to the mall when we meet.
Then I’ll buy you guys some really nice things and
we’ll have fun, okay?”
She hesitated for a moment, then said simply, “Okay.”
“And tell her not to tell your mama, okay,” I said. “It
has to be our secret.”
“Okay,” Stacey said.
“Then you brought your sister into this relationship?
Bobby asked
“Well, he wanted to meet her,” Stacey replied.
“Didn’t you know he meant to abuse her?” Bobby cried.
Stacey began to cry. “He never hurt her!” she shouted.
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