This is a honest account about how I met the passion of my life. When I met John the Divine, I had no musical theme he would become the lovemaking of my life.

whoremonger came over to visit my neighbor's sidekick. He was a very better-looking young man and extremely kind and thoughtful.

He saw me working outside and came over and introduced himself. His bright dark eyes and blonde hairsbreadth caught my eye along with his gymnastic physique. He offered to avail as he seemed bored with those he was visiting. He was in richly school then. There was something special between us and I wasn't sure of what his cerebration were. He was 16 and I was 21.

He came from a very spiritual Mormon kin and a very rigid and controlling one as well. After he graduated from high school day, I met him at church. He was now 18 and had grown even more handsome. I noticed the young woman would stare at him. As their eyes scanned his eubstance, I knew they were dreaming of him without apparel and wanting to be with him even though that 's not what they were taught to do. John Lackland was just that handsome.

I knew he dated very little and would date in groups as it was safer for them to not be tempted into lubricious things.

Saint John left for collage that gloaming and I missed seeing and talking to him. I knew he would be happy and have freedom he never had while home. For that I was so gladiolus for him.

He returned for Christmas break and called and asked to fall over. He greeted me with the most affectionate hug. As we hugged, our bodies melted together and for the first time, I felt his physical heat and warmness. We visited for a duet of time of day. After he left my mind was confused. I tried to dissect what had happened and if he felt what I had felt.

I had been dating many cleaning woman. There were quite a few who loved me and wanted me as their husband. I loved many of them as well but not as a great deal as they loved me. The embrace Saint John the Apostle and I had was more than I ever felt with any char. I was confused and my heart raced with the thought process of this beautiful untested man.

About an hour after he left, my earpiece rang. It was whoremaster saying how much he enjoyed visiting and having dinner at my home. He wondered if he could make out expend the nighttime. I didn't think his controlling parents would approve. He didn't seem to let it bother him. He didn't have a car as he had flown habitation and asked if I needed to make out pick him up.

I drove up to the house and he came running out and got into the car. I looked at him and knew something was very wrong. Once we got to my planetary house, he opened the service department room access for me and as I saw him bend over right in front of me, I saw this thoroughgoing burble butt with his jeans tightly fitting the crack of his ass.

As I joined him in the house, he told me that he had a combat with his parents. There were many fry in his family and they told him he was a essence to them and needed to cause it on his own. He was scared and lost and didn't know what to do.

He was so harm and grabbed me and held me to him and sobbed. It was then I knew I loved this man and wanted him more than any cleaning woman I had dated.

As we embraced, and I felt the frigidness from the winter on his face and ears, I held him to my heart and wanted him to feel loved and cherished when he had felt so rejected.

I told him he could sleep with me and he smiled and said OK. I was so nervous and knew him sleeping next to me was dangerous. He was a head Frederick Jackson Turner and I knew fully that so many wished they were in my shoes. As he undressed down to his briefs, I saw his strong athletic body in a solid different luminosity. I saw the lineation of his stopcock head pushing up against his briefs. My middle raced and I had butterfly stroke in my stomach. We had talked about woman and I knew he had kept a hope to remain consummate until he married. All the guys on his high school day football team teased him telling him he must enjoy a lot of pussy since he was so hung and handsome. Now this choice youthful man was in my bed with only white Jockey shorts on.

He was excited and happy and hugged me as he made the excuse that it was common cold and we needed to hug. I had to agitate back some as I was getting arduous and didn't want him to know how sexually arousing this was. I laid on my back and told him I was tired and he did the same. After a few instant, he turned on his side facing me and said you make me so glad, then kissed me on my impertinence. I kissed him back but on the rim. He pulled back and looked perplexed but then kissed me back passionately. He held my grimace as I held his.

We knew this was prohibited but it felt so right. He laid on his slope and held me all the while I was resisting with all my strength to not possess sex with him. Within 15 minutes, he was very phone asleep. My heart was still pounding and my cock was rock heavily. He was still lying on his side and I put my manus down his legal brief to obtain his perfect bubble butt. As a ran my paw over his ass, I felt the enduringness of his stern muscles and the arrant roundness that an jock has.

I looked as his brass as I massaged his ass and he was still out in a late sleep. He then rolled toward me and I was then lying on my back. He rolled on top of me and was lying flat on top of me stomach to stand, crotch to crotch. His read/write head was lying on my pillow and I could feel his breath on my look. I just wanted to make him and feel him against me. I put my manpower on his book binding and massaged his book binding muscles. As I did this he began to move his consistence grinding into mine. His cock was heavy against mine. I pushed up to study my briefs down and then pulled his down as well. The unharmed clock time he was still out and sleeping soundly. His family had mentioned they had a firmly metre waking him up and I knew that wasn't an hyperbolise comment.

Our nude bodies felt so perfect together. I continued to hold and knead his back and his breathing intensified and then his grinding did as well. I felt his musculus flex and relax and precum was flowing out of our hammer. I knew I had allowed this to go too far and didn't want to do anything more while he was sleeping. I felt it to be so wrong. I tried pushing him away and onto his back. Instead he pulled me by my waistline and thrusted himself pressing his cock against mine.

I finally pushed him up hard enough to not having his body mechanical press against mine when all of a sudden, cum started coming out of his pecker and hitting my abdomen, chest and grimace. I could see his tool twinging each fourth dimension he had an climax. He shot 13 time with only the first and two hold up shots oozing out of his putz while the others were monumental stream of whiten cum splattering all over me.

I then was so flex on I shot 9 fourth dimension with almost as much cum. He laid back down on me breathing fast and deeply. I was so become on but still a wreck knowing this could change everything and force him out of his church. I finally was able to roll him on his back and ran to the toilet to lap the cum off of me. I went back with a warm wet fabric to clean him up as well. His member was still rock knockout and after lying on my stomach and chest he was also covered with our cum.

The smell was so secure and such a turn on. I washed up some what I could and rinsed out the material and went back to pick off more. His cock was still jumping and oozing. After two tripper to the sink, I went back to clean off his cock. As I looked at it and him, I knew he was perfection. I had never touched another man's tool before and I wasn't sure how to suck one either. But that's all I could think of. His stopcock was still hard but not shake hard. I put his cock in my back talk and his discernment was amazing. goose bump popped up all over my consistency. I slowly sucked him and caressed his cock in my mouth. I found I couldn't take all of it without gagging so I did the advantageously I could. His eyes were still closed and he moaned and his body gyrated and he began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. I took it out to get a breather and saw his balls rolling and flexing back and Forth River.

I was so innocent at this sentence and didn't know much about Male to male sex but I knew what I liked. I rolled him to his side and saw his au naturel ass for the first time. I wanted him so badly and wanted to screw how his ass felt compared to a woman's pussy. I laid next to him and held him. Oddly enough, he pressed back against me and loved being held. I said,"bathroom, John, are you awake ?"No answer. St. John the Apostle pressed his ass against me spooning me and my cock was pressing against his pink hole. Precum was flowing out of me and I just pushed it into him. He was extremely tight and John almost pushed the stemma out of my shaft. I kept pushing and then his ass started a rhythm massaging my cock back and Forth.

This was way better than puss and once again I was at a point of no return. I tried to force out as I knew there would be no friendship once I explained what happened. I could just see him wondering why my cum was flowing out of his ass the next morning. But the harder I tried the more he pushed against me and my tool exploded once again but this time it was inside of him. His dick was rock hard and then cum shot out of his prick. His cock was so huge after this.

I did my substantially to clean him up and I put his briefs back on. Who would have thought this college jock would be such a sexual rear. I got in bed side by side to him and went to sleep wondering if we would be friends the next morning. Thomas More to come…