Unspoken.
Growing up, the desire to have sex with other men was not accepted. It wasn't even talked about. I was so young, so horny and so curious. I sought out opportunities. I craved the touch of another boy. Even more so, the touch of an older man. I craved cock. I wanted to stroke another's cock, to suck it, to pleasure it. The thoughts were thrilling. Many restless nights were spent dreaming about it.
During sleep overs at friend's houses, I would lay awake. Lust drove me to wait until they were asleep. Then I would quietly, nervously move to them in the dark. My heart pounding, my pulse racing, I would lightly trace the outline of their soft dicks through their pajamas or under wear. My own cock would throb. It felt so amazing, cock under my finger tips. It made me want more, so much more.
It was one of these times when I first felt cock on my lips. My touch had made my sleeping friend's cock hard. Overwhelmed with desire, I carefully, slowly pulled down his pj's waistband and exposed his lust worthy cock's head. I was so turned on, even my nerves could not stop me from lowering my cock starved, curious young mouth to it. I slipped my lips over his tip. Thrilled by the moment, amazed at the sensation, and lost in the incredible taste of it. If he were to of only asked, I would of sucked his cock all night and gladly taken his cum. I knew that immediately. Afraid to wake him, I rolled away and stroked myself off until dawn. I tasted my own cum that night, imagining it was his. I wanted it, I seemed to crave it. I would not have to wait long to experience it.
A male teacher, handsome, strong, charismatic, stood by my desk. The crotch of his trousers just above the desk surface where I was writing. My cock stirred, I knew his cock and balls were just inches away. My thoughts wished he would just pull it out for me, to show me his manhood, I so wanted it. I let my elbow slide over to him. Nervous, but driven, I moved it against him, touching his leg, right next to his dick. I felt light headed, even dizzy. I wondered if all my blood had rushed to my engorged cock. I had never felt so hard. Seconds or minutes passed, I did not know, but he didn't move away. I began to rub my elbow on him and when he moved slightly and allowed it to rub his cock through the material of his pants, it took my breath away. His hand touched my shoulder, then caressed the back of my neck before he moved away. My heart was pounding as I nervously waited for the other student to leave.
As soon as we were alone he moved back next to my desk. Exactly were he was before. Again, I slide my elbow to the edge, so wanting another sensual moment with him. This time, he rubbed his crotch against me. I could barely hear his soft, deep moan over my heavy breathing. Without a word, he unzipped his fly. I stared, lustfully at his crotch, excited. He pulled his thick, semi hard dick out through the zipper and placed his hand on the back of my head, moving me to him. I needed no encouragement. His thick cock filled my mouth as it swelled even larger. Again, I marveled at how good it felt and how good a cock tasted. Quickly, only his head and a small part of his shaft fit between my lips. His tip pressed against the back of my throat, almost gagging me and I remember loving it.
Sitting in my little classroom desk, he fed me his hot, throbbing cock. My lips were stretched, but I was so very eager. His moans made my own cock leak. I loved that I could pleasure him like this. Maybe pressed for time, maybe afraid someone would see or maybe he was so turned on that he felt he had to cum right that very instant. He pulled back and started to stroke his saliva covered cock right in front of me. He looked so sexy, but I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to taste his cum. I moved my face near him and waited. He rewarded me with his warm, sticky cumshot. Streams splashed against my face and surprised me with the force. Instinctively, I opened my young mouth and felt the thick, creamy texture and oddly wonderful flavor. I just stared at his big, thick, manly dick as he struggled to put it back in his pants. I sat there, with his cum all over my face, as he rushed to get paper towels to wipe it off. Some of his semen dripped down my neck and onto my shirt. At home, so horny and reliving the afternoon, I even licked my cum stained shirt. I had so very quickly become addicting.
It was the act, it was the cum, male to male sex was totally adictive. I only wanted more. I so wanted to feel a man's naked body against me. I found a male massage ad. It read, "Male on Male, Nude Massage" and it was close. I did not know him, I did not know what to expect, but I wanted this. I needed this. So nervous when I knocked on the door, looking back, I am surprised he accepted me in. He seemed surprised also and asked what I wanted, what was I doing there. He would make me say it. The first time I would ever proclaim my desires out loud. I told him I saw his ad and would like a massage. What I really meant was I wanted to see and feel his naked body, to have his cock and for him to use me and pleasure me. I think he knew though.
He told me to get undressed and to lay face down on the table. Nervous and staring at the floor, I still stole a quick look at him as he undressed as well. His cock, brown and swinging, left me breathless. He was tan and hairy, so unlike me and I found him intoxicating.Yes, finally a man's touch. His hands glided over me, nothing had ever felt better. I was so excited, I was so turned on. When he moved to the edge of the table near my head to rub my young shoulders, I knew I would suck his dick. First, I moved my hands and caressed the back of his thighs and then his hairy ass. I think it surprised him, but he must of loved it because I heard him moan. A man's moan was such a turn on. I lifted my head and pulled him closer. I so wanted that dick. It felt so good growing, getting harder in my mouth. Now I think I moaned. I told me to roll over and he stroked my cock, my whole body shook, his touch made me quiver. He gave me the best orgasm of my young life and let out a soft, "Yes!" as my throbbing cock shot out rope after rope of white, hot jizz onto my stomach and chest. So sexy, he licked it off me and moaned, "Mmmm." I thought I might of just fallen in puppy love.
As soon as I left, I wanted to go back. So much so that the very next chance I had, I was back knocking on his door. On his table, on my back, my body craved his hands. Now his mouth also. He sucked my cock, my first blowjob and it made my eyes roll back. Again, I felt light headed, dizzy and lust filled. He must of known I was about to cum. He pulled his wonderful mouth away and I made me actually beg, "Please don't stop." Instead, he kissed my chest and softly licked my nipple. He was going to prolong my pleasure, although I didn't understand that at first. Oh, how I wanted him! When his lips found my neck, I ran my fingers through his hair and brought his mouth to mine. I surprised him yet again with a kiss. Soft lips, they made me melt into the table.
My next visit, I asked if I could massage him and quickly discovered I loved it just as much, if not even more than him massaging me. Soon, we would move to his bed and skip the table all together. Nude, he liked to press himself against me and kiss. I was all too willing! When he straddled me and lowered his ass to my mouth, again, I was all too willing! His hole looked so sexy. I licked it and pushed my face into him. Soon, I would be eating his ass every visit, I loved it, even craved it. Soon, asked me to fuck him. I was all too willing.
We stood, his hands on the edge of his bed. His hairy, brown ass in the air, I moved my hard cock's head to his sexy, brown opening. I pushed myself inside him and he gasped. He felt so warm, so tight. I remember thinking to myself, "I am fucking!" At my young age, that was everything. Everything every boy wanted, and my first was made all the more exciting by it being a with a man. It was thrilling, it felt so good. I held his hips and felt my balls slap against him. I pumped into him, I pounded him. I filled his ass deep with wave after wave of expolsive, hot young cum. He loved it, he told me so. "I love having your cum in me," he said and I loved giving it to him.
During sleep overs at friend's houses, I would lay awake. Lust drove me to wait until they were asleep. Then I would quietly, nervously move to them in the dark. My heart pounding, my pulse racing, I would lightly trace the outline of their soft dicks through their pajamas or under wear. My own cock would throb. It felt so amazing, cock under my finger tips. It made me want more, so much more.
It was one of these times when I first felt cock on my lips. My touch had made my sleeping friend's cock hard. Overwhelmed with desire, I carefully, slowly pulled down his pj's waistband and exposed his lust worthy cock's head. I was so turned on, even my nerves could not stop me from lowering my cock starved, curious young mouth to it. I slipped my lips over his tip. Thrilled by the moment, amazed at the sensation, and lost in the incredible taste of it. If he were to of only asked, I would of sucked his cock all night and gladly taken his cum. I knew that immediately. Afraid to wake him, I rolled away and stroked myself off until dawn. I tasted my own cum that night, imagining it was his. I wanted it, I seemed to crave it. I would not have to wait long to experience it.
A male teacher, handsome, strong, charismatic, stood by my desk. The crotch of his trousers just above the desk surface where I was writing. My cock stirred, I knew his cock and balls were just inches away. My thoughts wished he would just pull it out for me, to show me his manhood, I so wanted it. I let my elbow slide over to him. Nervous, but driven, I moved it against him, touching his leg, right next to his dick. I felt light headed, even dizzy. I wondered if all my blood had rushed to my engorged cock. I had never felt so hard. Seconds or minutes passed, I did not know, but he didn't move away. I began to rub my elbow on him and when he moved slightly and allowed it to rub his cock through the material of his pants, it took my breath away. His hand touched my shoulder, then caressed the back of my neck before he moved away. My heart was pounding as I nervously waited for the other student to leave.
As soon as we were alone he moved back next to my desk. Exactly were he was before. Again, I slide my elbow to the edge, so wanting another sensual moment with him. This time, he rubbed his crotch against me. I could barely hear his soft, deep moan over my heavy breathing. Without a word, he unzipped his fly. I stared, lustfully at his crotch, excited. He pulled his thick, semi hard dick out through the zipper and placed his hand on the back of my head, moving me to him. I needed no encouragement. His thick cock filled my mouth as it swelled even larger. Again, I marveled at how good it felt and how good a cock tasted. Quickly, only his head and a small part of his shaft fit between my lips. His tip pressed against the back of my throat, almost gagging me and I remember loving it.
Sitting in my little classroom desk, he fed me his hot, throbbing cock. My lips were stretched, but I was so very eager. His moans made my own cock leak. I loved that I could pleasure him like this. Maybe pressed for time, maybe afraid someone would see or maybe he was so turned on that he felt he had to cum right that very instant. He pulled back and started to stroke his saliva covered cock right in front of me. He looked so sexy, but I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to taste his cum. I moved my face near him and waited. He rewarded me with his warm, sticky cumshot. Streams splashed against my face and surprised me with the force. Instinctively, I opened my young mouth and felt the thick, creamy texture and oddly wonderful flavor. I just stared at his big, thick, manly dick as he struggled to put it back in his pants. I sat there, with his cum all over my face, as he rushed to get paper towels to wipe it off. Some of his semen dripped down my neck and onto my shirt. At home, so horny and reliving the afternoon, I even licked my cum stained shirt. I had so very quickly become addicting.
It was the act, it was the cum, male to male sex was totally adictive. I only wanted more. I so wanted to feel a man's naked body against me. I found a male massage ad. It read, "Male on Male, Nude Massage" and it was close. I did not know him, I did not know what to expect, but I wanted this. I needed this. So nervous when I knocked on the door, looking back, I am surprised he accepted me in. He seemed surprised also and asked what I wanted, what was I doing there. He would make me say it. The first time I would ever proclaim my desires out loud. I told him I saw his ad and would like a massage. What I really meant was I wanted to see and feel his naked body, to have his cock and for him to use me and pleasure me. I think he knew though.
He told me to get undressed and to lay face down on the table. Nervous and staring at the floor, I still stole a quick look at him as he undressed as well. His cock, brown and swinging, left me breathless. He was tan and hairy, so unlike me and I found him intoxicating.Yes, finally a man's touch. His hands glided over me, nothing had ever felt better. I was so excited, I was so turned on. When he moved to the edge of the table near my head to rub my young shoulders, I knew I would suck his dick. First, I moved my hands and caressed the back of his thighs and then his hairy ass. I think it surprised him, but he must of loved it because I heard him moan. A man's moan was such a turn on. I lifted my head and pulled him closer. I so wanted that dick. It felt so good growing, getting harder in my mouth. Now I think I moaned. I told me to roll over and he stroked my cock, my whole body shook, his touch made me quiver. He gave me the best orgasm of my young life and let out a soft, "Yes!" as my throbbing cock shot out rope after rope of white, hot jizz onto my stomach and chest. So sexy, he licked it off me and moaned, "Mmmm." I thought I might of just fallen in puppy love.
As soon as I left, I wanted to go back. So much so that the very next chance I had, I was back knocking on his door. On his table, on my back, my body craved his hands. Now his mouth also. He sucked my cock, my first blowjob and it made my eyes roll back. Again, I felt light headed, dizzy and lust filled. He must of known I was about to cum. He pulled his wonderful mouth away and I made me actually beg, "Please don't stop." Instead, he kissed my chest and softly licked my nipple. He was going to prolong my pleasure, although I didn't understand that at first. Oh, how I wanted him! When his lips found my neck, I ran my fingers through his hair and brought his mouth to mine. I surprised him yet again with a kiss. Soft lips, they made me melt into the table.
My next visit, I asked if I could massage him and quickly discovered I loved it just as much, if not even more than him massaging me. Soon, we would move to his bed and skip the table all together. Nude, he liked to press himself against me and kiss. I was all too willing! When he straddled me and lowered his ass to my mouth, again, I was all too willing! His hole looked so sexy. I licked it and pushed my face into him. Soon, I would be eating his ass every visit, I loved it, even craved it. Soon, asked me to fuck him. I was all too willing.
We stood, his hands on the edge of his bed. His hairy, brown ass in the air, I moved my hard cock's head to his sexy, brown opening. I pushed myself inside him and he gasped. He felt so warm, so tight. I remember thinking to myself, "I am fucking!" At my young age, that was everything. Everything every boy wanted, and my first was made all the more exciting by it being a with a man. It was thrilling, it felt so good. I held his hips and felt my balls slap against him. I pumped into him, I pounded him. I filled his ass deep with wave after wave of expolsive, hot young cum. He loved it, he told me so. "I love having your cum in me," he said and I loved giving it to him.
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