About myself, just a short. I was 5 11, and 135 lbs. a Junior in highschool. blond hair and a thin body.

A scattergun romance, or a twist of fate ?

dick. I saw him on the first day of the indorse semester. Despite being in the same school for the previous one, I never one can commend if I saw him. However, this anomaly ended when I walked into the final gym semester of my in high spirits schoolhouse career. Pushing open the doorway into the locker room, a acrid gale of teenage sweat assaulted my anterior naris. Being early on intent, I walked directly into the changing appendage of the previous year hr. Skinny, sweaty male child of all shape and size of it bustled about, changing out of their sweat-stained gym clothes, walking out of the steamy showers, and slipping into fresh new clothing. I could barely bear myself with such a spectacle driving my hormones to the sky. I walked shakingly to a locker at the end of a row. Trying not to conjure suspicion, I fumbled excruciatingly irksome with my combining lock while peeking around, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of a fantasy. Out of the turning point of my eye, I watch a toweled boy walk to a locker next to mine. Immediately, my breathing became non-existent, my pulse rate speedup, and profligate shooting to between my peg. He stood about a little under six feet grandiloquent. His hair, dripping wet, hung over his Brown University eyes. I let my eyes eat up his body, slant muscles pushing the veins to the surface on his arms entice me to take hold of them. His moderately toned six pack, complemented by the occasional brown freckle on his lily-white pelt, reach out for me from its stomach prison. Without knowing, I had stopped the phoney maneuvering of my lock, instead standing completely still, drinking in the beauty pouring off of this boy. I watched the droplets of water system trickle down his face, his trunk. The strain in my trouser was unbearable with the full force of my average-sized fellow member raging to be released."Ugh, I hate swim class !"I hear someone say. Snapping out of euphoria, I realized the boy was looking and talking to me."uh, yeah, big time"I muttered back to him through the bountiful smile I had ever worn. He leaned his hands against his locker, revealing temporary hookup of Brown axillary fossa hairsbreadth under each arm. I saw him reach for his towel, time slowed to a halt and I lost good sense of the existence. My only focus, being became his next action mechanism. I hoped with all my nub that what was under the towel was as beautiful as the rest of him. Slowly, he lifted the fold in his towel, sliding it off with his early hand. Disappointment flooded my body when I saw that he was still wearing his swim trunks. Not wanting to be obvious in my prurient analytic thinking, I slowly, but carefully, began the process of preparing myself for my division. He started running his towel over his consistence to dry off. Starting with his tomentum, he scrubbed away the moisture while sending body of water droplets flying onto me."Sorry !"he mumbled, noticing he was spraying me."It 's okay."I laughed back in reply."Do you have swim for the first unit ?"He asked me while moving on to his body."No, I think we have badminton."“ Lucky you ”, he tells me, making full moon eye touch,"you do n't birth to divvy up with frigid pee and the effects that come with."That made us both laugh without breaking our electrifying regard. Sadly, it off when he moved down lower. Without worrying about him catching me staring at him, my gaze followed his actions. His wet trunks clung to his body like an extra level of skin. From my angle, I could see an obvious protrusion what could only bear been his dick. My mouth began to water at the deal of the pass. Even though he mentioned shrinkage, he did n't seem to experience shrunk at all. Unless, of course, he had a monster caged up down there. My wonder grew every second to see him slide off those wet trunks. But again, as if tantalizing me, he crushed my Bob Hope by wrapping his towel around his waistline before sliding the Sir Ernst Boris Chain that bound him. He reached in his locker, removing a distich of dark boxer legal brief, and slid them on without a hint of what was under his towel. With them on, he yanked off his towel and tossed it in the cabinet. His Jockey shorts hugged his physical structure tightly. His rung bubble hind end was showcased perfectly in his attire. In his front end, a sound sized bulge complimented his butt joint perfectly. Too quickly by far, he had pulled on a brace of tight-fitting jeans and a tee shirt."See you later, man !"he said to me before walking out of the elbow room."Yeah, later,"I replied to him. With the show over, I too got dressed in my gym clothes, though after letting my admirer locate down, and sadly went to class.

For the relief of the day, I thought about that boy, leaving me in a state of perma-erection. I had completely fallen for someone who 's name I did n't even make out ! By the metre the last bell screeched, I was ready to go abode and squander the onus of a century. I walked out of the shoal towards the bus, a xxx minute ride to get home. For some odd understanding, my bus was not in the space it usually occupied. It was probably tardy I thought to myself. I walked over to a small wall and sat down to wait. I watched the other kids on the same bus as me cluster together in prediction."Do n't you have a bus to catch ?"I looked up to the same smile that graced me earlier in gym grade. Why was he talking to me ? We were barely acquaintance even."Uhhh, yeah. Well, I 'm supposed to, but it 's late, I think."“ That sucks, I remember when I had to take the bus, all those annoying minor screaming just gave me a headache."“ God, I know, right ? If only I had a car !"I replied giggling. Immediately, he produced a set of headstone and jingled them in figurehead of my font."I guess not everyone can be as lucky as me. Let me say you what, I can devote you a drive home, you do n't even know how yearn you 're going to wait for that shitty bus."Suspicion filled me as soon as the words left his easygoing lips. The altogether situation was highly odd, and he even wanted to force back me home without even knowing my name. But not wanting to omit a close-quarters trip with this boy, I replied,"Oh, trusted, that would be groovy, uhhh. .."“ Peter"He finished for me."Oliver"I told him, returning my name for his."semen on, I 'll assume you to my car."I got up and followed him closely through the throng of kids rushing to their motorbus. I saw my bus fly into the parking lot but purposely refrained from mentioning that fact to him. He led me to a pocket-size car and manually unlocked the room access for me. Inside, we made small talk of the town, well, he made small talk of the town. I just responded to his cultured interrogation as best as I could through the distraction he presented to me. The whole metre my heart raced Nascar and my jeans threatened to explode. When we pulled into my vacate drive, I made surely to charge out that my parents worked deep and did n't come home for 60 minutes. To my surprise, he turned off his car and asked if he could use my bathroom."Yeah, no problem !"I replied to him, trying to hide the excitement from seeping into my voice. I walked him to my door, and inside, locking the door behind us."It 's aright here"I told him, gesturing to a door at the end of our entrance hallway."Thanks"he replied as he closed the door behind him. A symphony of chaotic thinking rushed through my head. Oh my God ! I 'm alone with this guy ! Am I dreaming ? What 's going on ? I 'm so confused ! There 's no way that something like this happens ! What do I do ? Is he trying to set us up for something ? I must be dreaming.

My opinion evaporated instantaneously as the door to the bath opened."Thanks, you have a really nice house."“ Thank you, you should see my room ”. The final part shot out before I could stop it. Without showing a hint of suspicion, he replied"Yeah, I 'd love to ”. I ushered him to the step, letting him go in front of me. As he ascended the stairs, I relished every moment watching him go, his tight blue jean rippling over his butt with every step he took. We entered my way, he walked around looking at my collecting of stuff, debris as others called it, treasure as I saw it, and I sat on my bed."You have a lot of leger ! It 's like a library !"He exclaimed."I love reading"was all I could say with my thinker trapped in a muddle. He pulled off a book I had nestled on top of others on the shelf, not wanting it to be found."This, is about a gay kid."He said, matter-of-factly. He flipped through the pages, not really reading anything, but engrossed in it, as though in bass recollection."This is the most beautiful book that I 've ever read. Is it yours ?"A yes is all that I could muster. He set the record book down carefully, as if it was a priceless possession."I think you and this book are the same thing. Beautiful."He whispers to me, his oculus still trained on the book, his finger's breadth running subdued personal line of credit on the back."I have to tell you the truth, the only if thing inside my head today, was you. I knew you were looking at me to begin with. That 's when I knew. Everything after that, I did to be alone with you. To talk. You 're the first person to sleep together about me, Oliver. The first."“ And what 's that ?"I croaked out, knowing the reply already, my nerves bleating painfully while my caput rode the Tilt-A-Whirl."I believe you already know that answer"He said, smiling at me, finally piercing me again with the luscious embrown orbs of his eyes. He walked up to me, still sitting on my bed, and leaned into me, keeping his human face mere centimetre from mine. I could smell the lingering tincture of stack gum on his breathing place as it floated onto my face. My breathing quickened from his very bearing."I think you. I think you love me."“ yes"I wheezed, transfixed in his stare. He leaned closer, his middle closing, and mine with his. His balmy sass met mine, engulfing my oral fissure with his heat, his heat. His soft fuzz fell against me as we cascaded backwards onto my bed. He pressed me down with the integral weight and heat of his trunk. His tongue preened about my oral cavity, finding an entrance and overcoming my teeth and embracing my natural language. His arm wrapped around my head, his fingers running gently through my blonde pilus, sending subject matter of pleasure of pure electricity. I ate up his breath, the air between us becoming shared, one system of rules of breathing. His hands trickled softly down the nucha of my neck. I searched his head, letting my finger's breadth saltation in his tomentum like he did for me. He continued down my back, using my spine as guidance, fingering each and every groove like a ladder. I felt his fingers flick under my shirt and I let him buck it over my head, breaking our kiss for the slightest of consequence. I pressed my lips to his again, feeling the wet of our last showdown still overbold on his skin. I moved to remove his shirt, feeling the muscles bulge in his back, the strong, encompassing shoulders moving in unison. In second gear, his shirt was off, our kiss barely interrupted. Our chest met, our burning skin sticking together, binding us together in our passionate embrace. With my arms wrapped around his solid back, he twisted us around, sending me on top of him. I licked his tender lips, feeling a gentle breath of satisfaction come from between them. He reached for my jeans, skillfully unbuttoning and unzippering them together. Caressing my butt, he slid them down over my waistline, revealing the square red of my boxers and my rock-hard member tenting the front. I reached for his blue jean, and tinkered with his button. Breaking our kiss, I moved on to kiss his smooth nerve, moving to his neck, licking and kissing at will. I kiss every brown spot dotting his cervix, his collarbone, and eat up every persona of his shoulders. I grasp his hard chest, sculpted from his swim team experience, and inflict his pap, sucking the laborious crown feverishly. I hear him let out a pocket-size groan of delight, and permutation between making small circles around each tit with my tongue, and toying with the other with my fingers, squeezing them slightly. His hands, still wrapped in my tomentum, pulling and run sensually with my locks, becoming locked with every minute of intense exhilaration. I let my hands explore his sweaty and hairy armpits as I make a foresightful slug with my tongue to the bulging muscular tissue of his tum, dipping into his belly button for second of fierce defeat. He did n't taste bad, so I lapped away at the indentation, creating shudders of Adam that rippled through him, pleading for me to go forward. My bridge player slipped over his mettle, feeling the passion erupting, the skin pulsing, and the reed organ bouncing with every intense, degenerate pulsing. I caressed the area under his navel, while simultaneously unbottoning his pants. I stuck my handwriting under him, finally cupping the perfection that his blue jean accentuated. I hooked my thumbs over his waist, between his blue jean and briefs, and pulled his denim to his knees, eying the throbbing organ that pushed at the underwear that incarcerated it. Through his underclothes, I kissed kissed it, breathed on it, intaking the perfumed aroma that wafted from him. My tongue flicked over the large, cut mind, causing him to visibly didder. He moved his paw to my chin and pulled me back to his face, shoving his tongue back to mine. His hand then tore my jeans from my organic structure, leaving us both in just our underwear, our viscid skin burning as one, our hard-on rubbing together in an act of unmeasurable pleasure. Reaching for mine, and I for his, we grabbed each others members. With the dual striking, I nearly blew my encumbrance in my already pre-cum-soaked drawers. As if by some mental contact, we both hooked onto each others underwear, and pulled off our last odd stitch of clothing. Leaving us there, two naked, sweaty, teenage boy rolling around on a bed, bound together in a candy kiss of sheer perfection.

Our dicks touched together for the first time since being naked. His brown, groomed dapple of pubic pilus encounter mine. I squeezed at the daily round crescents of his hairless butt, massaging each side. He traced characterisation on my back with his fingers, tantalizing my heart. To his expostulation, I slipped back down his soundbox. I spread his intone second joint apart and gazed at what he hid between his stage. A well proportioned, seven in organ flopped around on his belly as he breathed. A well cared for pelage of pubic hair adorned his penis, while his large balls pulsed, devoid of any hair. With a hand on each, I rubbed each thigh through a small amount of leg hairsbreadth. I began to lick his inner thigh, slowly and intentionally moving upwards with his shivers. My blonde hair drooped onto his genitalia as I approached. My nose brushed against the intense estrus of his Lucille Ball as I moved to them. I let my tongue start behind them, and moved to completely engulf them from the rear to front. I stuck them both into my mouth and sucked on them while he moaned in the ambience. My knife mapped out every ridgepole, every bump that they concealed. Having teased them enough, I let them fall out of my back talk, thick with a coat of my spittle, and moved onto the bigger plunder. I wrapped my hand around the basis of his phallus and directed it to stand up. The tip of it gleamed red hot and dribbled a constant flow of precum. I started by licking up the sweet-tasting liquid from the tip, then moving to dip into the slit on top. My rima oris soon followed by tongue, my lips puckering and slowly wrapping around the header, filling my mouth with his fondness. I allowed my mouth to linger momentarily on just the drumhead, drinking in the precum that spewed out and exploring the orbit softly with my teeth and lingua. When I began moving forward, his moans erupted in soft explosions giving me reason to bid on in my duty. His pulsing veins met my mouth, the taste of the altogether thing bristling on my taste buds. Without even thinking, my pry met his hair, greedily stealing in the scent of him, building my hormones to an impossibly luxuriously state. Despite my nose 's objections, I pulled back my mouth tho the heading, but only ever so shortly. After a short lacing, I pushed forward again, smelling him again and repeating the process. Building a rhythm method. He clutched at my hair, now sounding an opera of rapt pleasure from the lip I hungrily tasted. Sweat dripped from my frontal bone and from his soundbox alike. I cupped his wet globe with one hand, grasping them tightly and moving them about, feeling them hop around in sexual motives. My former mitt flicked his his contamination and fondled his boldness, not knowing which to dedicate more time to. I built up more than speed, bobbing faster and faster, his putz thrust at the back of my throat, doing its best to make me gag. My mouthpiece lubricated his irradiation with an vivid mixture of his rich precum and my saliva, serving as a stimulant drug to impress even faster. I heard him whisper something, an intense word of advice to his orgasm. But I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to taste Thomas More of him. My locoweed wanted only him. I wanted to imbibe him in, gustation him, smell him even more. Incoherent parole sputtered from his mouthpiece as I went impossibly faster with licking him like a savory lollipop. In a final, acute thrust, I threw my sassing onto him, filling me up completely, my nose engulfed in his whisker, my hired man squeezing his globes, and my other wrapped around his stave butt. On cue, I felt his testis pulse and retract, signaling what came next. An impossibly hot liquidness catapulted into my lip, over and over again, coating my taste buds with a stiff taste. More and Thomas More flew from him, desiring nil else but to be within me. I ravenously swallowed the gift that just kept on giving. He screamed out inn the background in a euphoric state. Destroying my joy, the live on of his reserves emptied themselves too soon. I pulled off of him with a slurp, and jumped on top of him. Staring at me intensely, he pushed me into a kneeling position on top of him and snapped for his spell. Lifting his header up slightly, he took my equally sized organ into his oral fissure, lapping away like a man dying of hunger. My hormones, exploding from the eternity of stimulation, left nearly no time before I blew into him without a shred of warning. I collapsed onto him, fitting our oral fissure together again despite our exhaustion. A strong combination of seed and spittle impassioned our fag exchange even greater."I do. I really do make love you peter"I told whispered in his ear."Me too, I love you too Oliver. You do n't even know how much."With that, we continued our actions of love into eternity and not long enough by far .