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This is the true events that happened in my childhood and teenage years. Names have been changed for privacy reasons. ENJOY!

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The Luckiest Boy In The World Part 1 (Rough Draft)

THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT. IT’S MY FIRST STORY SO I WANT FEEDBACK BEFORE CALLING IT FINAL. NOTICE BECAUSE IT’S A TRUE STORY, I CAN’T CHANGE STORY ITSELF, BUT I CAN ADD MORE DETAIL OR CHANGE WORDINGS WHERE ENOUGH PEOPLE THINK NECESSARY. THANKS FOR YOUR FEEDBACK IN ADVANCE!Just so everyone knows, I plan on writing a few different stories as time allows. (School and work keep me pretty busy 😉 ) This one is going to be the only real one, as it chronicles the events that led to my current relationship with my boyfriend, Bradley. The others will be about other guys I had crushes on before discovering Brad and Mine’s mutual love for each other. I hope you enjoy….
I think it has happened to all of us. No matter how straight you thought your were, a boy or man came in to your life that changed your ideas on what you wanted in a lover. For me, that boy was Bradley. To me, he’s just perfect. The funny thing is is that there is not a single thing that would really make him stand out. He’s average, if not below average, height, still has a slight layer of baby fat (He’s not fat by any means, and I find it adorable), and really has no muscle definition to speak of. But, as stated before, he was the person that changed my orientation forever.
My name’s Brent. I’m a 17 year old male who lives in a well off suburb in New Jersey. Besides the fact I’m 6 foot, I’m similar to Brad. I have a little layer of baby fat, no real muscle definition, and an average covering of hair in the normal places. One other difference I have with him is that he’s the type that is always tan, no matter what the weather, while I, unless I sun bathe for hours on end every day, remain pale. In a word, like Brad, I’m average.
I had had girlfriends on and off since 7th grade, and now at the beginning of sophomore year (I was 16), was in an “unofficial” relationship with a girl. What I mean by “unofficial” is that, we had not declared we were dating, but everyone in the grade kind of understood she was mine.
Meanwhile, Brad and I had actually been pretty good friends since 6th grade. However, during sophomore year, I started to look at him differently. I noticed body features that I hadn’t before. Like the way the corners of his mouth go into kind of a pout when he smiles or laughs, or his rather nice ass. I didn’t quite know what to think of these new found discoveries, so I shrugged them off.
But, as the school year continued, the discoveries had turned into feelings. I couldn’t get him out of my head. When I looked at my girlfriend, I saw him. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I couldn’t be gay. People are born gay, right? They wear flamboyant colors and talk in high voices with lisps. I didn’t do any of these things. So why was I having these feelings for my male friend? I decided to check out some gay porn online. I found this one video of a teen-aged boy sucking another teenagers dick. And I found myself turned on.
After finding that video, and climaxing to it, I started exclusively watching gay porn. I also stared noticing other guys in my school. I would look at pictures on Facebook, and fantasize about doing things with them. However, when I jacked off to these pictures or thoughts, I always felt like I was cheating. Not on my girlfriend, who I had been talking to less and less, but on Brad. That’s when I realized I really cared for him.
I started talking to him more than my girlfriend in the class we all had together, and started checking him out in the locker room (we changed next to each other). Eventually, I broke it off with my girlfriend. I had become obsessed with Brad. Not stalker obsessed, but I wanted him, but also didn’t want to make a move in case he rejected me. (Ignorance is bliss, I guess)
At this point, sophomore year had ended, and it was summer. I was up at my vacation house is Massachusetts, and was bored, so I pulled out my phone and texted Brad:
Me: “Whats up?”
Brad: “Nothing much, how bout you?”
Me: “Same. Bored as hell up here.”
Brad: “It’s too bad your up there, we could be hangin’. :)”
Me: “Yah, I miss you 🙁 How’s Work?” (He’s a lifeguard)
Brad: “Boring as hell. The pool is 3 feet deep and there’s no one here.”
Me: “awww, is Brad lonely?”
Brad: “yes.”
That response kind of caught me off guard. The simplicity of it; it must have a deeper meaning. Can it really mean what I hoped it meant? Did he really miss me so much that he was sad? With new found courage, I responded:
Me: “Man you sound like you miss me like a boyfriend haha” (“haha” in the texting world kind of gives you an escape route if what you just said doesn’t go over well)
Brad: “I do.”
I decided to call him. This was too bizarre. I had to hear his voice to see if he was serious.
Brad: “Hello?”
Me: “Hey Brad, it’s Brent”
“Oh, hey.” (had a hint of sincere sadness)
“You okay?”
“(Muffled tears, then silence………)
“Brad?”
“(In tears) No……… I’m not okay………… I need you Brent. God I need you………….. When are you coming home?”
Needless to say I was taken aback by this sudden emotional tidal wave, but I was also relieved to know he had feelings for me.
Me: “Brad calm down. Calm down. I’m coming back in two days. Are you saying what I think your saying?”
Brad: “(still sniffling) Man, you must think I’m a freak”
“No no no, not at all. I care about you Bradley. I really do.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes”
“Oh god, that is such a relief.”
“So I guess you care about me? Since when?”
“I had always kind of had feelings for you, but when you started talking to me more and more in class, and then dumped Sara, I thought maybe you liked me back. But I’ve been too scared to say anything. I wouldn’t have been able to take rejection.
“Oh baby,” I said while holding back tears, “I was the same way; too scared to say anything. I’m just so glad its out in the open now.”
“So 2 days?”
“2 days”
“I’ll be waiting for you, Brent.”
“I can’t wait Brad.”
Needless to say those were the longest two days of my life. I had instantly accepted the fact I’m gay when Brad broke down in tears on the phone. All I wanted to do was comfort him. I wanted to be there for him, no matter what happened. I wanted to make him feel like the luckiest boy in the world.This was Part 1 of “The Luckiest Boy In The World” I hoped you enjoyed it. Rating and commenting is appreciated. Remember, this is a true story, so if you don’t like something as far as the story line, I can’t change it. Be on the look out for Part 2.

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My Story part five party night

We were working out in the weight room at the school. It stayed open over break for use of the gym and weight room and other athletic facilities and computer lab.
“Is it weird that we spent all semester complaining about school and wanted to get out, and as soon as it’s out for break we’ve spent like every day here?” Brent asked. He was spotting Randy on the bench press while I was on the mats near them doing sit-ups.
“Sort of, but we always worked out here, it’s just easier. It’s not like we come back to write papers or anything.” I said.
“That’s true.” Brent nodded, “Hey you guys wanna go to a party tonight? “
“Sure, where at?” Randy asked.
“It’s a frat party down by the college.” Brent replied.
“Sounds good to me.” I answered.
“Alright, it’s a frat party so let’s get Chris to drive for us so we can drink then we can stay at Brent’s place tonight?” Randy said as he looked to Brent for confirmation. Brent nodded.
They switched and Randy spotted Brent on the bench while I pulled out my phone and texted Chris if he could drive. “Chris can’t do it tonight, him and Kristin are going out. I can drive, and you guys owe me the next time.”
They agreed and we went to Brent’s to shower and get dressed. The locker room was open, but over break the water heater was really slow to work since it wasn’t used as much.
Brent had already showered and was getting dressed when I got out of the shower and went into his room. Randy went behind me and got in the shower.
“Does this look good?” Brent asked as I dried off and started getting dressed.
“Sure.” I answered.
“Should I wear something else, help me out here. I wanna look good. Maybe I’ll meet someone there.” He whined.
“I don’t know what to tell you, that looks good.” I said.
“Dude, you are the worst gay guy ever. You’re supposed to be good with fashion and stuff. You’re just a straight guy that likes men.” Brent whined again.
“Haha, sorry to disappoint.” I laughed.
A couple minutes later I had already gotten dressed and Brent was still wavering and trying on different shirts. Randy came in. “Dude, you don’t wanna wear that tonight.”
Brent sighed and looked at me as I laughed. “Ok, what do you think I should wear?” Randy grabbed a shirt out of his closet, gave it to him and went over to the bed and got dressed while Brent took of his shirt and changed into the new one. “See Zac, he’s a better gay guy than you” Brent said glaring at me.
“What?” Randy asked with an awkward laugh.
“He’s upset because I’m a gay guy that isn’t into fashion and can’t help him pick out clothes.” I answered.
“Oh, so that makes me a better gay guy?” Randy laughed “Cuz I’m pretty sure I’m not better than Zac at actually gay stuff….unless Zac is really bad in bed haha.”
“Yeah yeah, so how’s this look?” Brent asked.
“Oh yeah that’s hot as hell, I’d totally do you now.” I said as serious as I could.
“You wish. Seriously though, this good?” Brent asked.
“Yeah, you look good.” Randy assured him as he tied his shoes and stood up, “Now are we ready to go?”
We went to the party and met up with some people we knew for a little while as Brent and Randy started drinking some. We eventually started to move around and mingle and were chatting with a group of guys that were in the frat that was hosting. As the crowd got more and more drunk we had more and more people come over to us. All the guys in the group of us talking had been checking out drunk chicks throughout.
Brent was clearly attracted to a girl across the party who was with a group of her friends. He kept asking if he should go over there or wait and see if she notices him.
We kept chatting and a few different girls had come over and while some of the guys would make comments and try hitting on them they all came over and talked to me. I didn’t wait long to tell each of them that I was not interested. Drunk girls aren’t as discreet so I could tell when they were hitting on me.
“Dude, what is up with you? Every girl here seems to go straight to you. How do you do it?” One of the guys asked me.
“It’s cuz I’m not interested in them. They see you guys lookin at them all night and get creeped out. They see me and I’m totally ignoring them.” I answered the best reasoning I could think of.
“Damn, I gotta try that but it’ll be hard ignoring all these chicks.”
“Well I’m not ignoring them to get their attention, I’m ignoring them cuz I’m gay and don’t care.” I explained.
“For real, I never woulda guessed. So send some of em our way man.”
We continued talking and a few guys in the group tried their hardest to ignore all the drunk chicks. It was pretty funny how obvious they were, but they were buzzed so they couldn’t help but look dumb. I talked mostly to the guy next to me who had just been dumped by his girlfriend so he wasn’t as awkward as the others. We had something in common having both come out of relationships.
Our group kind of broke apart and moved around everyone mingling. I was still chatting with the same guy, Randy had wandered over to another group and Brent was with another still looking over at the same girl every so often. I had enough. “Hey I’ll be right back, I gotta do something. Save me a seat.” I said to the guy, Reed was his name or Reid, not sure how he spelled it.
I walked over to the group that Brent had been checking out. I introduced myself to the girl. “Hey, how’s it goin?”
“Good, how are you?”
“Good, I’m Zac.”
“I’m Michele, I guess you’re a designated driver too haha.”
“Yeah, not many people here that aren’t pretty drunk already.”
“So what brought you over here?”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not trying to hit on you or anything.”
“Haha, oh I know.” She flipped my necklace, “The drunk girls may not be able to read, but I’m sober”
“Haha, yeah well the reason I came over was cuz my friend Brent over there” I pointed “thinks you are really cute and just hasn’t had the courage to come talk to you because he doesn’t know if you’d be interested in a younger guy. He won’t say that, but he’s not normally this shy so it’s clear he’s just worried about a college girl. He’s 17.”
“Ok, yeah, I’ve noticed him looking over here a little. I’m 19 so it’s no big deal. I hope he’s not too drunk?”
“No, he’s been drinking, but not much. I think he’s afraid to drink to much and look like an idiot in front of you.” I assured. “So would it be ok if I sent him over here to talk to you?”
“Yeah, that’d be fine. Oh, and you’re wasting your time with that guy.”
“What?”
“The guy you’ve been talking to. He’s straight.”
“I know, I’m just hangin out.”
“Ok, well it was nice meeting you.”
I looked at Brent and motioned him to go talk to her. I he tilted his head a bit and I nodded. He then smiled a little and walked over to her. I then went back over to Reid who had been bumped out of where he was sitting.
“You wanna go upstairs? It’s a little less crowded.”
“Sure” I answered.
We went up stairs and into his room. It was small but probably bigger than the campus dorms. We continued to talk about whatever, sports, music, relationships, etc. He was pretty drunk at this point but he wasn’t a dumb drunk. We were just sitting on his bed away from the loud party but could still hear the noise through the wall and floor.
“So, how long til you think you’ll get over that guy” He asked.
“I don’t know. It’s tough. He left a little over a week ago and we broke up three weeks before that so it’s been a month. It still hurts, but I think I’ll be ok eventually.”
“Man that’s rough, I only got dumped a week ago and I feel like shit. I don’t wanna feel like this after a month.”
“It gets better, just gotta try to move on.” I tried comforting him. It made me feel better to help him.
He took a breath and then before I knew it he had moved over and with one hand on the back of my neck he kissed me. He tasted like beer but made up for it with his soft lips and he knew how to use his tongue.
He pulled back and looked away “I’m sorry, I didn’t….I’m sorry”
My eyes were wide open in shock.
“You just made me feel a lot better and it just happened and holy shit, I’m an idiot.” He started mumbling to himself. “I’m straight, I mean I’m not like trying to. Fuck, I’m an idiot.”
“It’s ok man, it’s no big deal. You’re just vulnerable and it happened.” I said trying to collect my own thoughts. “I know you’re straight, you just needed someone to comfort you about your break up and you got caught up. It’s alright, it doesn’t make you gay or anything.”
“Really? I mean I know I’m not gay, but you aren’t mad or anything?”
“No, it’s fine. I mean, I got to kiss a really cute guy haha” I said jokingly trying to break the tension and make light of the situation. “You’re just vulnerable and you are drunk so you had a little lapse in judgment.”
He lifted his head a bit but didn’t look at me. “Um, I’m not like gay, but that made me feel really good.”
When he said that I was curious as to what he was thinking and I was now looking at him not as a guy I just met at a party, but now I started checking him out. He had dark brown hair, buzzed haircut, brown eyes, around six feet tall and average build. He was wearing jeans and a green t-shirt that showed he was not built but not fat, just average size.
He continued talking “I mean, I don’t want you to think that I’m gay and wanna like date or anything but maybe like do something tonight or something if you wanted to.”
I thought about it for a second and figured one night with this guy might not be so bad. No heartbreak, just have some fun and help each other get over our break ups. “So, you saying you want to have sex just tonight and just to move on?”
“Yeah kinda, I mean, I couldn’t really do much cuz I ‘m not gay or nothing. I can kiss but I couldn’t do much else.” He replied.
“Ok, I understand.”
He looked at me and started kissing me again. He held the back of my neck and guided me down to his bed and took off his shirt. He had a hairy chest that led down to his stomach and narrowed as it went down. His chest and nipples had hair all around them with just a line of hair going down across his belly button down his pants. He reached over and turned off the light so I couldn’t see anything anymore. He then went back down to kissing me.
We kissed for a long time before I turned him on his back and undid his jeans. I kissed down his chest stopping at one nipple licking softly then down his stomach. I pulled his pants down as I licked across his stomach and down to his semi hard cock. I could see better now that my eyes had adjusted. He was uncut and I proceeded to put him in my mouth rolling his foreskin around with my tongue and he got hard in a hurry. I slid my tongue under his foreskin swirling around as he began breathing heavy.
He put his hand on my head and began pushing me down on him. He was around six inches and fit mostly in my mouth. He grunted softly as he proceeded pressing my face down on him further and moving his hips slightly fucking my mouth. He tasted amazing but the smell of his sweat was of beer.
He slowed for a moment “Can I fuck you?”
“Yeah” I got excited. I got up as he sat up. I undid my pants and he pulled them off. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a condom out.
“Shit” he mumbled. I can’t get it to work.
He was drunk and couldn’t figure out what side to roll it. I grabbed another and put it on him. He turned me on my stomach and lifted my hips up a little. He leaned down and spit in my crack and then used two fingers to rub it in my hole. “Shit you’re smooth” he didn’t take up any more time. He lined his cock up to my ass and pushed inside of me. He didn’t work his way in very well and needed more lube. He seemed to try to move slow at first but he lost his balance and fell on top of my back forcing his cock all the way inside me all at once. I gasped in pain but he didn’t notice.
“Fuck, you’re tight as hell” he began thrusting in and out of me. “Try to keep it quiet, put your face in the pillow” me told me. I buried my face in his pillow as his thrusts made me moan. He got faster and faster and thrust harder and harder. He was too drunk to tell how hard he was pounding me.
He kept going and going forever making my insides raw. He was riding my ass at the same high intensity for what must have been twenty minutes at least. I was in pain to start then pleasure as he got going then I was in pain again from the constant pounding. I still loved the feeling though it hurt so much. I was just glad he wasn’t bigger than six inches or he would really hurt me. I didn’t know how much longer he was going to fuck me but I knew that the feeling was going to force me to cum very soon.
“You gotta slow down or I’m gonna cum” I told him.
“No, go ahead, I’ll wash the sheets later.” He said panting.
He continued fucking me at this pace pounding as hard as he could with every thrust. I couldn’t take it, I lay there face down in his pillow arms spread at my sides over my head, clenched my fists bit the pillow trying to contain my screams as I blasted my load on his sheets. He didn’t slow down, he kept going fucking me, thrusting over and over and over. The alcohol clearly making him last a crazy amount of time. My whole body felt like it was going numb from his thrusts and my orgasm. He went on for ten more minutes pushing me to nearly cum again before he gave three final thrusts that felt like he was trying to push right through me and he grunted as he came inside of the condom and me. The thrusts made me tighten up and cum which only made him continue cumming even harder.
He pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed. I laid there for a minute catching my own breath when I got a text from Brent that he was looking for me and that they were ready to go. I pulled up my pants, “I gotta go, my friends are looking for me.”
“Ok, thanks for talking with me and everything else” he said. He looked like he was ready to pass out. I reached down and pulled the condom off of him and left him in his room.
My shirt was drenched in both of our sweat and some of my cum so I grabbed a random cup of beer and splashed some on my shirt and looked for Brent and Randy.
“Dude, you’re soaked, what happened?” Brent asked. He was still not overly drunk so he must have hit it off with Michele. Randy was totally gone.
“Somebody spilled beer on me” I replied. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah but Randy can’t walk.” Brent said looking at him in a chair.
“Yeah I can you guys” Randy leaned forward in his chair to get up and nearly fell on the floor. I caught him and helped him to his feet.
I put his arm around my shoulder and basically carried him to Brent’s car. Brent couldn’t really help me with Randy since he was drunk to, but he wasn’t that bad so he could walk on his own. We got almost all the way out to the car when Randy puked all over. He was able to avoid puking on me or him for the most part but got a fair amount on us. I got him to the car and leaned him up against the side.
“Well I guess this shirt isn’t salvageable.” I took off my shirt and dropped on the street corner. I did the same with Randy’s shirt but used a dry part of his shirt to wipe off his face. Brent got in the car and I put Randy in next to him “Keep an eye on him and make sure he pukes out the window if he has to.”
We got back to Brent’s house and surprisingly we got inside and down to his room quietly. Brent went into the bathroom to pee. “I got pee too” Randy said.
I brought Randy in the bathroom. “You need help?” I asked.
“No I get it” He answered and stepped up to the toilet. He was standing ok so I thought he’d be ok. Then before I could take one step away he just started peeing. He didn’t undo his jeans or anything. He just stand up to the toilet and let it go. I hurried over and undid his pants helped him pee.
When he was done I got him undressed and tossed his soaked clothes in the corner and got him in the shower. “Stay there for a minute I’ll be right back” Brent had a nice walk in shower that had a bench but I didn’t trust Randy on it so I put him on the floor.
I stepped out to Brent’s room “Randy pissed himself so I gotta get him in the shower. Do you need anything?” I don’t know why I even asked, While I was saying that I saw him trying to get his shoe off but couldn’t figure it out. The alcohol had caught up to him, but he still wasn’t as bad as Randy so that was my priority.
I grabbed a couple towels from the closet and went back into the bathroom. Randy was still sitting in the shower smiling away. “Did you know I’m naked?” he asked.
“Yes Randy you peed your pants” I replied. He just laughed.
I got undressed and turned on the shower. I lifted him up to the bench and let the water run on him. I squirted body wash on him with one hand while I had to keep my other hand on his shoulder to hold him up. “Ok, I’m gonna have to touch you to clean you off, ok?” I don’t even know why I asked because he just smiled like an idiot. I rubbed him down quickly and rinsed him off and got clean myself. I shut off the water and put a towel around my waist. I picked him up and did the same to Randy. At this point he couldn’t even hold himself up to stand. “Screw it” I said as I bent down, put my shoulder to his stomach, put my arm around his legs and picked him up. That didn’t work so I put his arm around my shoulder and held him up by my head and put my other arm under his legs and lifted him that way.
I got him to Brent’s bed and laid him down. Brent was still trying to get his shoe off. I dried off and put on a pair of clean underwear from Brent’s dresser and went down to help Brent get undressed. I got him undressed and on the couch and gave him the TV remote.
I then went back to the dresser and got another pair of underwear for Randy. Brent had turned on Cinemax and at this time of night it was nothing but porn. I would’ve made him change it, but that was the least of my worries. I went over to Randy and dried him off and put the underwear on him. Then I laid him down on Brent’s bed. I sighed in relief that all of that was done.
Right as I was finally able to sit down Brent said “I gotta pee again, but I can’t get up.”
I got back up, helped Brent to his feet and walked him to the bathroom and now I regretted not making him change the channel. He had a hardon from the porn but I hadn’t noticed quite yet. I held him up and he got his boxers down on his own but started peeing on the wall. I quickly held his dick down to the toilet until he was done.
I got him back to the couch and turned the channel. Randy was passed out. I got a couple garbage cans and put one next to each of them in case they had to puke. I didn’t expect either to puke since Brent rarely ever did and Randy had already puked tonight, but I wanted to cover my bases. After all I never expected to have sex with a straight guy, have to give my best friend a shower because he pissed himself, or that I’d have to hold my other best friends hardon to prevent him from peeing on the wall. This whole night was one shock after the other.
I would’ve expected a night that I had had my hands on three cocks would have been more fun. Granted the first was great but the other two were just work and touching friends like that is just not as exciting. I’ll preempt the question that I know many people would ask. Brent hard was probably around 7 inches. First time I had ever gotten a good look, and in this case feel, of one of my friends with an erection. Seen before, yes, but not this much of a look.
I got both of them in bed/couch and all was taken care of so I got in bed and went to sleep.
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My best friend Evan

It started off as a normal night at a normal celebration. Little did I know my deep down desire would be satisfied at the after party

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School these days part two.

Note: Once again, this is a true story and is a continuation of Aimes’ story. More of Marks story will be here in a few weeks.
After I had left Aimes’ house I couldn’t put my finger on what had happened. I mean the guy was a douche, but on the other hand one of the sweetest people I had ever met (other than Mark). I had never been with a boy before and he was my first. And he was just so god damn hot.
The next week of school went by just like any other. I arrived, sat through class, ate lunch, went through more class, and then went home. I didn’t see much of Aimes, which I was glad because I was avoiding him somewhat. I just went on with my every day to day routine.
After two weeks strange things started happening. I would think about him constantly. I couldn’t get him off my mind. I was having dreams, daydreams, and even nightmares. I had a nightmare ones night that terrified me. It went like this:
I was going around campus doing my business when all of a sudden everybody disappeared. I was the only one on a gigantic campus. I tried to leave but I couldn’t. I wandered around campus until finally I went to my locker. I opened it and a note fell out. When I opened it, it said “Bathroom.” I walked around campus puling on every bathroom door, but they were all locked. I came to the west wing bathroom, which in reality was terrifying, it was an ILS bathroom for special need students, it was the only one on campus that hadn’t been redone, I have no idea why. I pulled on the door and it swung open. When I walked in it was dimly lit and was just a long, creepy hallway that led to a door. I walked along until I was at the door. I opened it to find him on a bed in the bathroom. He was butt naked. I said hello but he didn’t respond. Then out of no where the biggest guy on the Varsity football team came out, naked. He was black. His gigantic cock swung in between his legs as his huge muscles flexed as he walked. I stood stunned. He flipped Aimes over and tied him up. He began to slap him around and I ran forward to stop him but he turned around and hit me against the wall. I couldn’t get up, my motor skills had stopped. He began to fuck Aimes and I couldn’t even whimper. His dick was causing him immense pain. Then all of a sudden he disappeared, they both did. I could walk again. I ran around campus looking for him but I couldn’t find him. Then he turned a corner and said “Fuck off”.
At that I awoke. It was 2:30 in the morning. I was panting and sweaty. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t.
That day of school was weird. I kept to myself because I couldn’t get the dream off my mind. It seemed like I was right there, it was so real. I went to my locker during third period and opened it, I put my head in the back of the locker and just breathed. When I brought my head out I closed the locker. “Hey” I jumped and turned. He was right there. “Bad day?” he asked. “Bad few weeks” I said. He looked just as distraught as I was. “I had a really bad dream last night” he said. “Oh really?” I asked stunned. “Yeah, It was weird. You were trapped in school and you were being tortured, I couldn’t move and just watched. It was terrifying.” He said. I stared at him, breathless.
He moved up to me and pulled me in, “I have missed you” he said breathing down my neck. The bell wrung and he stared into my eyes. He released me and walked away, leaving me there stunned.
After that the day continued very weirdly. I couldn’t focus and was terrible at school. When school ended I ran home and sat down. I stayed there for about out 2 hours, just sitting. 3 A.M by matchbox twenty would have been playing had it been a movie.
The next day was Friday and I couldn’t wait for the weekend. I was still in my funk, not knowing what was going on. I went to my locker before sixth period and opened it. When I grabbed my history book, a note fell out. When I opened it, it read “Bathroom.” No fucking way, I thought to myself. I went to class and told the teacher I had to go to the office.
I headed straight for the ILS bathroom thinking “What are the fucking odds?” When I got to the bathroom I opened the door to see him leaning against the stalls. “You got my note?” he said. “Yes” I said. “Well follow me I want to show you something.” He said. I followed.
He led me to the back of the bathroom where there was a door. He led me into a bedroom with a toilet and shower in the corner. “What the fuck” I said. “The ILS teachers had this built so they could teach the kids how to use proper hygiene and to clean a room incase they were ever on their own in life.” He said. “Well what if someone sees us in here?” I asked. “Well the ILS classes finish two hours before regular, so were all good” he said. “Shall I draw a shower?” he said. He walked to the shower and turned it on. “Now come on, let me teach you proper hygiene” he said in a devilish fashion. “No” I said. “ I refuse to be some booty call you want when your horned up” I said. “Babe, I was waiting for you too make the move, but I got tired he said. He came over and pulled me to him. “This is me making the move” he said as he shoved his lips onto mine. We made out furiously. He shoved his tongue down my throat and I returned the favor.
I ripped his shirt off and he did the same to me. He kissed down my stomach taking a detour at my nipples. He sucked and twirled his tongue on them, sending me to heaven. HE went down further and ripped off my shorts and underwear. “Fuck I love your cock” he mumbled. He ripped off his own shorts and underwear and I couldn’t help but look at his 5 and a half inch dick because I loved the way it angled upward, I had no idea why. “Now, let me clean you, you dirty boy” he said. My dick got harder at that.
We got in the shower which was somewhat spacious. He pressed me against the wall and caressed me while fondling me everywhere. He trailed down and began to suck on my cock. He swirled his tongue around the head and bobbed up and down. He was so good. When he felt my balls begin to tighten he let go. I whimpered at that. “Don’t worry babe, I’m going to milk you.” He said. He turned around and immediately shoved his ass right down onto my shaft. I screamed in pleasure. The warm water fell over us as he moved up and down my dick. I met his humps and we were soon in a perfect rhythm. He turned his head and began to make out with me. I began to cum. Rope after rope hit his insides. As I was cumming, he began to cum too. He came all over the shower wall. He climbed off my dick and began to furiously kiss me. When we broke the kiss we cleaned up.
“Are you clean now?” he asked. “More than I ever will be” I responded. As we were about to get out we heard a tapping and some muffled moans. We froze. “Fuck yeah” we heard a guy say. We slowly climbed out of the shower and crept toward the bathroom door. I opened it a little bit. My jaw dropped. The huge black football player and the gorgeous white quarterback were fucking doggy style. I was so stunned that when Aimes tried to look I fell out of the doorway. The football players jumped up and looked at us stunned. Then they smirked slyly. “Welcome to the party” the black football player said. “Yes welcome” the other one said. Oh fuck yes I thought.
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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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The Brothers Return

Derek had never mentioned his brothers in any of our long chats at his house or during break at school. I never asked because I assumed it was a sensitive subject. I had no idea.

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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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School these days

Note: This is also a true story but it is way before Jeremy’s time, but it’s a story I thought I would share!
When I was a freshman was when I really started questioning my sexuality. I started looking at boys in a different way. Noticing their nice abs and how the muscles in their legs flexed when they walked and their perfect tans. I was on the cross country team and had lost a ton of weight and was developing a really nice six pack and I had brown hair and green eyes. I started to run for everything, stress, emotions, thinking, and even for fun.
There was always one boy that I paid particular attention too. His name was Aimes and I always had him in my sight. It was odd to me, there were plenty other guys that were so much more attractive, but he always stuck out. He was around 5’11 and I was 6’0. He had jet black hair that always had the perfect wave in it and he had crystal blue eyes. He had the perfect tan and greatest legs. He wasn’t ripped but had a well toned six pack and nice arm muscles.
Aimes was always a dick. Not to me but to everyone. He was so obsessed with being accepted that he would do anything. He was a chameleon and nobody knew who he was.
It was a little into the school year when I started really looking at him. We had no classes together but it seemed like I saw him everywhere! In the bathroom, in the hallway, in the lunch room, in the office. EVERYWHERE! At one point it was getting ridiculous.
I was in the hallway one day and I was putting books in my locker when Aimes came up to the locker next to me and opened it and began to put his stuff in. “Hey fag” he said, like he knew me. “I am your new locker buddy, I switched with bow legged Trina over there”. “Awesome” I replied and walked away, pissed that he talked to me like that and shy that the god I worshipped was right next to me.
As I stormed to the library I couldn’t help but have a half angry smile upon my face. As I went in the door I found the table in the farthest corner and pulled out my laptop and started typing notes for my next class. I looked up and there was a half hour left of lunch. Awesome.
I was typing in a really comfortable position, leaning back in my chair, when next thing I knew I was in the air and then on the floor. Fuck. I looked up to see Aimes snickering. He had kicked the back leg of the chair from behind. I got back up put my computer on the table, brushed my jeans off and then calmly said, “Thanks buddy” and sat down continuing my notes. Was it just me or was this douche following me and deliberately trying to make me murder him?
It was long after that that he was sitting across from me at the table. I looked up and his piercing blue eyes cut right through me. “What” I said, a little peeved. “Nothing, just admiring the view” my heart jumped. “What?” I asked a little out of breath. “Oh shut up and don’t get ahead of yourself faggot, I am only joking”. I threw my shit in my backpack and stood up. “I do not know what the fuck is wrong with you or what’s going on, but I have not said one word to you this year and do not fucking appreciate your shit. So if you have anything else to say to me, keep it in your fucking mouth”. He sat there stunned. I stormed out of the library and went to my next class to finish.
When I got home I did some homework and by the time I finished it was dark. I went to the wildlife park, put my ear buds in and started sprinting around the running course. I was still fuming and needed to cool down. When I started going around again, I dint slow down, I was still going full speed and wouldn’t stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking “You should stop, you’ll be feeling this in the morning”, but I wouldn’t. I was breathing heavily and was still thinking.
Around half way through the loop I hit a rock, a big one. I flew into the air and rolled down a hill. I blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital with a broken leg, arm, broken ribs, and a concussion. I had rolled a long way and apparently rolled into someone’s backyard
At the bottom of the hill. They called the ambulance and I was out for a day. The next few days I was in the hospital and two weeks later I was wheeling around school in a wheelchair. Everybody pushed me around and signed my casts, the fake sympathetic shit that happens in high school.
One day I was wheeled too my locker when he came up. “How ya feeling?” “Great, not like you care.” I responded coldly. It was lunch. He wheeled me to the library, all the while I detested it. He wheeled me to the back table in the corner and sat down. “You have to stay? I said with venom in my words. “Look. After what happened that night and we all heard you were in the hospital, I thought that you might not be ok, and not come back. I mean, that was a pretty bad accident, and I didn’t want you too leave here with a negative image on me. I want to make it up to you and say sorry” I couldn’t believe it. He was being nice. “I don’t know dude, ill have to think about shit. Not just you, but everything.”
Two weeks later when I got both casts off and saved the casts and put them in my room, I hobbled around in my boot. It took me awhile to get around school, but I managed. I was at my locker and when I opened it a piece of paper fell out. I managed to catch it. It said “Come on” and a number. I put it in the back of my phone, not sure what to think.
A few weeks later when I was boot free and able bodied, I took the cast down from my shelf and examined the various scribbles on them. On jumped out that was on the leg cast. “Please get better soon, I am so sorry”-Aimes. I put it down and took a breath. I picked up my phone and texted him. “Let’s hang out” I said.
After that he and I spent a lot of time together. Going to movies, parties, hanging out at each others houses and what not. We became insuperable and I loved it. I began to look at him in a whole new way, I began to develop feelings. He was gorgeous, funny, and genuinely nice. I began to reveal the real him. He didn’t pretend around me.
One night he asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I said yes. This was the first sleepover we had. When I got to his house we played video games, talked, and ate. Around 12:30, we went to his room and he climbed in bed. “Where should I sleep?” I said. He scooted over and patted the bed. “You sure? I can sleep on the floor” “No it’s ok, seriously dude.” I crawled in bed and had a devilish grin on my face, thank god the lights were out. I got on my side facing away from him. I have trouble falling asleep at other people’s houses.
At about 1 I began to drift off when Aimes began to stir. He rolled over and threw one leg over me and pulled me tight with his arm, kind of like a teddy bear. I was wide awake now. Another fifteen minutes went buy and I was breathing like I was asleep, I didn’t want to give myself away. He lifted his head, which was when I immediately shut my eyes. He looked over to see if I was asleep and then plopped back down, pulling me tighter.
After about another three minutes he began to breathe down my neck. He started slowly kissing up the side of my back and nibbled and kissed at my neck. My dick started to get hard but I continued to pretend to be asleep. “Heavy sleeper” he mumbled under his breath. “I like it” he said. His boner pressed through his boxers and I felt it through my boxers on my ass crack. He began to dry hump me and continued to suck my neck.
He got off me and rolled me on my back. I let my arm fall to the side as an asleep person does. He got on his knees and took my fallen arm. I heard material fall and I immediately knew he was naked. OH MY GOD! I thought. WHAT DO I DO? He lifted my arm, opened my limp hand, and placed it on his dick. The first thought that popped into my head was YES! IM BIGGER THAN HIM! His dick felt like it was 5 and a half inches, mine was 7 and a half hard. His dick arched upwards. He wrapped my hand around and humped my hand. His dick was warm and soft.
I don’t know why but the angle of his dick turned me on. I decided that any normal person would wake up by the feel of their arm being jerked and I slowly opened my eyes. “Wha?” I muttered lamely. “Oh shit” he said dropping my hand and ducking under the covers. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Nothing” he said. I rolled over on top of him and sat up. I pinned his arms on his sides and sat on his dick. His hard on pressed into my ass. “What were you doing” I asked more firmly. “I’m sorry I just think you are so hot and you looked so cute laying there. I wanted to be with you somehow” he blurted out. He turned beat red.
I was taken aback. I was so in love right now that I went right down on him and started making out with him furiously. He pulled me down and pulled me tight while his tongue slid against mine.
He kissed down my body taking a detour at my nipples, flicking his tongue over them. I was in ecstasy. He went down my abs and made no hesitation to tear off my boxers. He gaped at my seven and a half inch uncut cock. He muttered some words and took it right into my mouth. He bobbed up and down and moved his hand up and down at the same time. He had obviously down this before (although his blowjobs doesn’t compare to Jeremy’s) He kept bobbing up and down. He got off my dick and spat into his hand and rubbed it on his ass. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. He leaned against the wall and said “Fuck me mark” “You sure” “As I will ever be” he said. He guided my dick to my butt and I gulped. He didn’t hesitate and shoved his ass backwards. My ass slid right into his tight hole and he moaned. He took my arms and put them around his stomach. I began to pump furiously taking no prisoners.
I fucked him standing up and my cock began to groan. My balls began to rise and I told him I was going to cum. He began to hump faster. I screamed as shot after shot of my come filled his ass. He turned around and made out with me he pulled off and pushed me on the bed. He fell on top of me and made out with me. He rolled over and said, my turn tomorrow! I laughed.
As we crawled into bed he rolled back over and cuddled me, kissing my neck.
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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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boy’s first cock

This is my first story so please crateque but not to harshly. THis story is the first of many so tell me what u
think so i can fix it in the next one.!
I was firteen years over at my friend’s house on a dull and rainy Sunday afternoon. Now me,
Joey(15), and his brother nicky(14) were the kind of friends who joked around with sex thoughts all the
time. Pretending to want eachother’s dicks and that sort of thing. On this particular day I called nicky to see
if he and joey wanted to go bowling. Nicky said, “sure sounds cool”, while joey as expected said that he’d
rather watch the redskins game. Nicky and I went anad had a great time even playing the stupid claw
games and winning some of those squishy rubber balls with the spikes on them.
When we got back to his house Joey still was happier hanging out alone by himself in his room, so Nicky and i went to the basement to play Halo. we played for probably 45 min before we started making jokes and suffing the rubber balls in our pants to pretend like we had monster sized packages. Along with the usual “give me ur dick” kind of jokes.
soon Nicky complained about where he was sitting because he couldn’t see and moved next to me on the couch. And thats when things started to get good. I had one of the rubber balls in my hand and he said “u like having those balls in ur hands don’t you” then i said, “no because their not the real thing!” we laughed and then Nick said ” well lets fix that” and pulled down his pants leaving his boxers on. I said, “you really want me to touch ur dick!?” he said ” yea” so i quickly grabbed it and then removed my hand. Then he did the same to me.
Again this happened. The next time still outside, then we went inside eachother’s boxers’ and grabbed the other’s dick twice. I loved the feeling of his dick in my hand. It was soft and smooth aside from the hair at the base. I even liked how it pulsed in my hand as i quicky rubbed it before letting go.
I froze when Nicky said “suck my dick” I said “You First”. I never thought that he would actually do it. These are the kids who trick others into doing something stupid first just to laugh at you and then not do it themselves.
The next thing i know nicky pulls my boxers down to my knees and starts sucking my dick!!!!!!!. I had always dreamed of getting a blowjob and fucking with boys and girls, though i didn’t and don’t consider myself gay. The feeling was intense as his mouth came down on my ready cock. the inside of his mouth was wet and warm, all around better than i had dreamed. The feeling I got as he slowly sucked on it, pulling it in and out, even moving it side to side in his mouth as his tounge played with my pee hole. I couldn’t believe i didn’t cum from him just taking it in. It felt like half an hour, reality 20 seconds, and then he lifted his head and said “ur turn”.
Nick pulled his underwear open to reveal a hot 6 1/2 incher. I myself was just 6 inches and had never seen a guys cock face to face. I had to have it. I went down on him and could barely get half of it in my mouth his dick was so wide! I expected it to taste wierd or bad, but it was more like kissing your shoulder after getting out of the shower. I even sort of liked his precum that started just barely dripping out. His scent was intoxicating. I loved having his boner in my mouth. It overwhelmed me to such an extent that I forgot that I needed to come up.
I bobbed up and down slowly for about the same amount of time as him before coming up. Then Nicky got inbetween my legs and said “i want ur balls!” And i was happy to give them to him. I thought that the blowjob was better but it still wasn’t bad. Then again it was my turn. I switched spots with him and began to suck on his balls. I thought the little hairs he had would be gross but i didn’t even notice them. The musky smell and good taste wiped my mind as i worked. i knew what i was doing and to who, but didn’t care.
Soon i came up and we went back to our game for a few minutes before we went through the whole thing AGAIN!!!!!!!! He and I were both much better the second time. All of a sudden it had been half an hour and i needed to go home. It really was perfect timing because just as we had our pants back on Joey came down to hang with us. I walked up stairs so Joey would follow, then said i forgot my wallet and went back down. Nicky didnn’t even seem phased. I had to wonder if he had done this with anyone else, and if so WHO?
I was trembling as I forced him to promise not to tell anyone. and he agreed and i left.the second i was home i ran up to my bathroom and finished my self off still shaky.Rimming was the idea we couldn’t do because there were others in the house and so that among other things were saved for next time! When I made him promise we said it was a one time thing that we’ld pretend never happen… but when i got home i couldn’t wait for another chance to finish what i started.

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