A gay first love?
Like most young men, I was horny and curious about sex. Like many, I was curious about cock, also. When an older man began to show interest, a simple touch, a gentle rub, it was easy to enjoy it.
Sitting next to him, his hand on my leg made my head swim. I felt more and more light headed the closer it got to my cock. I was putty in his hands. I have no doubt that he knew it, too. That he could see it on my face, complete, dizzying pleasure. He rubbed my cock through my pants, then took it out. I was helpless to the pleasure. Gently rubbing it, stroking it, without a word, he leaned over and took my cock into his warm mouth. I came so hard! I was just a mass of quivering, young, spent flesh.
Everytime I saw him after, all I wanted was to relive those amazing moments. I also wanted to please him. I wanted to do for him what he did for me. I even told him so.
That first time, we were on the bed, like other times before. Gently touching me, arousing me. Giving me that now familair light headed and creamy, dreamy feeling. This time, however, he undressed. I tried not to stare, but I had become so curious. I could hardly take my eyes off his cock. I felt like I shouldn't look, shouldn't be so curious and attracted, but I was. He got on the bed, on his knees close to me. Through my dizzy haze, his cock's movements were mesmerizing. Seeing it move, seeing it hang and swing, hypnotic and beautiful. His hand gently guided my head towards him. I leaned forward and got up on my elbow. "You can kiss it if you want to?" Nervous, but excited, I was so curious and I did want to please him. It felt rubbery and smooth on my lips. Slowly, it began to harden as I kissed it. It felt like my own hard cock was getting even harder, too! I licked it, it felt so good on my tongue, as he gently stroked my hair. "Do you want to take it in your mouth?" He was absolutely throbbing now. I wrapped my lips around the tip. It felt so huge! It felt firm, yet soft, it just felt so amazing. He took his hand and held his cock to his stomach. "Would you lick my balls?" I paused, but then leaned forward more and stuck out my tongue. They tasted so strangely wonderful, salty, manly. He slowly rubbed himself as I lapped at his firm and tight sack. Holding himself straight out, I returned to licking his cock's head as he stroked his shaft. "Lay down," he said and I did. He moved closer, his cock so close to my face. He stroked and rubbed himself until thick, white globs of cum began running from his tip and down onto my face. I just layed there, dizzy and gasping, overwhelmed by the experience, as his cum overtook my senses. I felt in love. In love with cock, in love with cum, in love with him. Surely, he knew the powerful affect of feeling cum on one's face. A marking, a branding, invisible, but known to the owner.
He went down on me, after. I couldn't even think straight, so lost in it all. The scent of cum, the odd, yet wonderful taste and texture. I felt so different, like everything had changed. I felt amazing. he felt amazing. I barely moved, just so lost in the pleasure until he brought me to the edge of orgasm. I moaned for him, I shook and released for him.
It's hard to explain... a first crush, a first love. Especailly if it was for another male. I began to express it in other ways, sexual ways. So eager to please him and explore.
"Can I touch you here?" His hand was on my bare ass. His finger tips almost inside my crack. It was both shocking and thrilling, at the same time. Alone, it the quiet of a bedroom, I told him, "Yes." His finger tip brushed and rubbed my opening. it felt better than I would of imagined. My tight little hole was suddenly becoming very sexual. I'm sure now, that he could see it on my face. The sensual pleasure of it, a gentle biting of my lower lip. "Would you touch me there, too?"
"Yes, like that," I rubbed his hair covered hole, as he had mine. He gave gentle directions, I loved the pleasure I was giving him. He took saliva from his mouth and rubbed it on himself, then bent over. "Put your fingers inside me." I saw his asshole for the first time, so strangely alluring and beautiful. Slick with saliva, I pushed a finger into him and he shuttered. Another finger inside him and he told me to move them back and forth.
"Will you put your cock in me?" I was already so very hard. I could not believe how good it felt! So tight, so warm, so ball draining wonderful. I quickly shook and releashed uncontrollably, as he whispered out soft yeses. I came in his ass as hard as I ever had, before. It was for him, but I loved it, too. Was it a love of sex or was it a love for him?
Sitting next to him, his hand on my leg made my head swim. I felt more and more light headed the closer it got to my cock. I was putty in his hands. I have no doubt that he knew it, too. That he could see it on my face, complete, dizzying pleasure. He rubbed my cock through my pants, then took it out. I was helpless to the pleasure. Gently rubbing it, stroking it, without a word, he leaned over and took my cock into his warm mouth. I came so hard! I was just a mass of quivering, young, spent flesh.
Everytime I saw him after, all I wanted was to relive those amazing moments. I also wanted to please him. I wanted to do for him what he did for me. I even told him so.
That first time, we were on the bed, like other times before. Gently touching me, arousing me. Giving me that now familair light headed and creamy, dreamy feeling. This time, however, he undressed. I tried not to stare, but I had become so curious. I could hardly take my eyes off his cock. I felt like I shouldn't look, shouldn't be so curious and attracted, but I was. He got on the bed, on his knees close to me. Through my dizzy haze, his cock's movements were mesmerizing. Seeing it move, seeing it hang and swing, hypnotic and beautiful. His hand gently guided my head towards him. I leaned forward and got up on my elbow. "You can kiss it if you want to?" Nervous, but excited, I was so curious and I did want to please him. It felt rubbery and smooth on my lips. Slowly, it began to harden as I kissed it. It felt like my own hard cock was getting even harder, too! I licked it, it felt so good on my tongue, as he gently stroked my hair. "Do you want to take it in your mouth?" He was absolutely throbbing now. I wrapped my lips around the tip. It felt so huge! It felt firm, yet soft, it just felt so amazing. He took his hand and held his cock to his stomach. "Would you lick my balls?" I paused, but then leaned forward more and stuck out my tongue. They tasted so strangely wonderful, salty, manly. He slowly rubbed himself as I lapped at his firm and tight sack. Holding himself straight out, I returned to licking his cock's head as he stroked his shaft. "Lay down," he said and I did. He moved closer, his cock so close to my face. He stroked and rubbed himself until thick, white globs of cum began running from his tip and down onto my face. I just layed there, dizzy and gasping, overwhelmed by the experience, as his cum overtook my senses. I felt in love. In love with cock, in love with cum, in love with him. Surely, he knew the powerful affect of feeling cum on one's face. A marking, a branding, invisible, but known to the owner.
He went down on me, after. I couldn't even think straight, so lost in it all. The scent of cum, the odd, yet wonderful taste and texture. I felt so different, like everything had changed. I felt amazing. he felt amazing. I barely moved, just so lost in the pleasure until he brought me to the edge of orgasm. I moaned for him, I shook and released for him.
It's hard to explain... a first crush, a first love. Especailly if it was for another male. I began to express it in other ways, sexual ways. So eager to please him and explore.
"Can I touch you here?" His hand was on my bare ass. His finger tips almost inside my crack. It was both shocking and thrilling, at the same time. Alone, it the quiet of a bedroom, I told him, "Yes." His finger tip brushed and rubbed my opening. it felt better than I would of imagined. My tight little hole was suddenly becoming very sexual. I'm sure now, that he could see it on my face. The sensual pleasure of it, a gentle biting of my lower lip. "Would you touch me there, too?"
"Yes, like that," I rubbed his hair covered hole, as he had mine. He gave gentle directions, I loved the pleasure I was giving him. He took saliva from his mouth and rubbed it on himself, then bent over. "Put your fingers inside me." I saw his asshole for the first time, so strangely alluring and beautiful. Slick with saliva, I pushed a finger into him and he shuttered. Another finger inside him and he told me to move them back and forth.
"Will you put your cock in me?" I was already so very hard. I could not believe how good it felt! So tight, so warm, so ball draining wonderful. I quickly shook and releashed uncontrollably, as he whispered out soft yeses. I came in his ass as hard as I ever had, before. It was for him, but I loved it, too. Was it a love of sex or was it a love for him?
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