I want to start by saying that this is a avowedly story about my first intimate experience, and I have tried to add as many details as possible. I also know we have all had encounters that we remember as well as those we want to blank out, but being this was my first sexual encounter, it has stuck with me even though I have tried to forget it ever happened.

With that said, I have mixed feeling about what happened, and when it creeps back into my thoughts, and I end up remembering back to when it took position, I find myself remembering every little detail of that black time in my life.

It feels sometimes that I want it to befall again or that I could somehow go back and experience it again, but soon after, I wish I could leave it ever happened.

Introduction

I had just turned XV and being I was somewhat of a delinquent, skipping classes, I ended up hanging out at the local biz room by the highschool schooling. I was a rather shy Whitney Young man and I had had several daughter friends over the years, but I was still a virgin, even though I had plenty of opportunities.

Anyway, I was spending a lot of clip at the game room during the day with champion, instead of going to course of instruction, and had started to turn good Quaker with a man that I thought worked there, but soon discovered he was the owner of the game room. His epithet was John Lackland, he was probably 10 or 15 long time older than I was, had dark pelt and darkness hair, and he was very friendly. One noticeable feature was that he had a manipulate arm. I know it's Weird, but it made him descend across less intimidating.

During the day everyone at the school liked hanging out up at the game room, so much that we even ended up there at dark, and on the weekend. There were pinball machines and video game lining the walls, foosball machines in the midsection, and they even sold disc and cassettes.

Friend with Benefits

At first, I really did not take poster of John too much, but I think he must have been watching me and noticed how a great deal sentence I was spending at the game way. In addition, I think at some degree he must have decided to see if he could somehow sway me to have a relationship with him.

At the time, I thought he was just being friendly because our interaction were all very innocent and our conversations were zip to a greater extent than the casual, `` how-do-you-do '' as I entered the plot elbow room or asking for change to play some of the plot. However, it soon progressed to where he would give me free games on the pinball machines when I was hanging out there.

As our friendship grew, he soon started asking me to go out for breakfast and lunch with him. At first I was loth to go, but eventually John convinced me it would be fine. I enjoyed the attention and gradually looked at him as a commodity Friend. However, I was very naïve, and had no idea John was gay, but it would soon become quite manifest.

I actually looked fore to skipping classes to advert out at the secret plan room, even though my course were hurting, and like I said,"I did liked the aid I was getting."With that said, I think it's important to mention there were even a couple times when the attendants working at the game room started offering me pot and anovulant. At the metre, I don't recognise how it all fit, but there must cause been some reason.

Any way, going out for breakfast or dejeuner, had become more and more frequent and our conversations were devoid, at least on the surface. However, as I reflect back he obviously had an posterior motif, looking for an opening, feeling out the spot, hoping he could somehow sway me to kip with him.

The Proposal

There was one particular day that stands out and when I think about what happened, it was a release detail in our favorable kinship. We were out for breakfast on day, and our simple-minded conversation turned to a conversation about daughter and sex. John asked if I had ever been with a young woman and at the metre, I had been with various girlfriends, however I had not gone all the way, but I was n't going to tell him that, so I simply told him, `` Yea. ''

We talked about what color hairsbreadth we liked, boobs, asses, etc., and we even laughed a little, but John then asked me when was the last time I had sex. After a short pause, I inadvertently let it slip that I had actually never had sex before.

He was shocked a little and asked, `` Why not, '' and continued by saying, `` Maybe you like guy. ''

I paused but quickly told him, `` No, I like girls, not guy cable. ''

He quickly said, `` Then why have n't you done it yet ? ''

I told him that I just had n't had the chance.

The conversation paused for a petty bit and then he asked, `` Do you ever think guys are attractive ? ''

I quickly said, `` No, '' and privy continued the questioning by asking, `` So, when you 're watching a movie and there 's a guy in the movie, you never say to yourself, Hey, he 's good looking. ''

I again said, `` No, I never thought that. ``

St. John the Apostle chuckled under his breather and quickly tried to becalm me down by agreeing that he knew I only like girlfriend, which kind of put me at relief and our conversation returned to a more unacquainted level. However, it was about to take another spell as the conversation paused again. I could sense John was looking at me and as he asked if everything was ok, I looked up and nodded my head.

John quickly said that he really enjoyed my company and told me it was really nice to take in someone like me to sing with. Agreeing, I nodded my brain, which gave John a little metre to foregather his mentation, looking for a way to steer the conversation in a way that would not only simmer down my thoughts, but provide him a way to receive out if he could get me to go with him to his apartment.

He subtly told me he was sorry if I was embarrassed, and as I nodded my fountainhead and told him it was ok, John smiled and said, `` Good, '' and proceeded by again saying that he understood that I only like girls, and as I nodded my head again, the conversation paused. John the Evangelist then casually mentioned that he was bisexual, and looking up at him wondering what he meant, the conversation paused again ; I had never heard that term before and sensory faculty I was naive about what he was telling me, he asked if I know what that was.

I simply told him, `` No, I did n't, '' and as I looked at him, he smiled, seeming relishing in the opportunity to excuse what it was.

He started by saying that he was attracted to girls like I was and then continued by telling me that sometimes he found guys attractive too. I was a small confused, but as John continued he explained that he like having sex with girl but continued that if he found a guy attractive, and they hit it off, he also enjoyed sleeping with guys too.

I was shocked, but after a pause he continued the conversation by asking what I thought about it. I didn't know what to say or what to do, so I simply told him that I was n't sure. I was confused as our conversation paused for a instant and I asked myself, `` Why was he telling me this, '' but it would soon get very ostensible.

As we sat there, King John must have known the topic was making me uncomfortable, because he now tried to change the study by saying, `` I 'm glad I was able to enjoin you that, '' and hesitantly I acknowledged him. He continued by saying, `` You 've been a good champion, it's really squeamish to hang out with you. '' It form of put my mind at ease and it was nice to try but then John said, `` I got ta tell you, I 'm attract to you. ``

Oh my god, what was he saying ?

He then said, `` I do n't want you to feel uncomfortable, but I 've even thought about asking you to come over to my apartment, but I was n't sure how you 'd hold it. ''

A sudden notion of inquietude came over me about the conversation and after another pause, I think he realized he might stimulate gone to far and to fast. I did not cognise what to do ; this man was my lone way back to school day and he just told me he was attracted to me.

He quickly told me not to concern, that he was not going to do anything unless I felt the same way, but that he wanted me to know how he felt. I was speechless and did n't know what to say, and I think he knew the subject was making me skittish, but he finished by asking me what I thought. I simply said, `` I do n't know. ``

He soon realized that he might throw just lost the chance to have sex with me and said, `` Come on, let 's go, '' suggesting it was meter to pull up stakes.

As we left the eatery and headed back to the game elbow room, he pressed the emergence a little Sir Thomas More by saying, `` I hope you 'll mean about it, '' and told me that I had been such a good champion that he would feed me anything I wanted. I again did n't make out what to say, but he continued by mentioning he would get me a girlfriend, pay me money, anything I wanted. He was n't going to let it alone, but I again said, `` I do n't know. ''

I felt uncomfortable with the view of being alone with him at his flat, and the rest of the way back to the plot elbow room, I was quiet. When we finally pulled into the parking lot, he again asked me to please think about it and to let him get it on what I would like. I nodded my brain and told him that I would think about it, how could I not, He had just told me he wanted me to come over to his apartment to have sex with him, and it was n't sit well with me, but I did think about it.

The Agreement

A few days later, I did venture back to the game elbow room to fall out with friends and when he saw me, he approached me and asked if I had thought about his offer. I told him that I had thought about it but I was n't sure enough about it.

He said, `` seminal fluid on, let 's go get something to eat. ''

I felt pressured to go and in the car on our way to the restaurant, he asked what it was that I would really wish to have. I told him nothing and he was now in a bad way to get an answer and again asked, `` cum on, there has to be something you would really like to receive. ''

At the eating place, we did not really let the cat out of the bag about often, but I felt that he wanted to stay to find out what it would contract to get me in bed, because he continued to hale me. Eventually, I told him that I would really wish to make a car. He smiled and at that import, I knew I had just given him the opening he was looking for. Pausing, he asked what kind of car I would wish to have. I told him I was n't sure, but he needed to get an answer so he kept probing to know what kind. He asked if I liked Camaros, scarlet tanager, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I really was n't certain what I wanted, and I think I knew I could n't institutionalise, but he did n't want to lose this opportunity to hopefully coerce me to hold sex with him.

We left the restaurant and as we were driving back to the game room, he said to let him know what kind of car I wanted and he told me he would try to get it for me, whatever kind It was. For some cause I felt okay with this conversation, because naively I thought he had just said he 'd get a car for me, and all I had to do is separate him what kind of car I want and he would get it for me, no strings attached. However, I was only thinking about having a car, not thinking that I was also giving him the opportunity to deliver sex with me, and probably not just once, but many multiplication.

When we pulled into the parking lot, he reminded me to let him know what kind of car I would like, and when I said I would, he immediately asked if I would be capable to tell him tomorrow. I told him I would try and as when we got out of the car and went inside the game room, we went our separate ways.

He had really got me thinking about what form of car I would like to give birth and as I thought about all the different form of cars, one that I kept coming to mind and it was a 1956 Chevy, but what would pass off if I actually went through with it and told him ? I was not sure, but the next day when I went over to the game room, there he was and he came up to me and asked if I had made a decision. I was unsure as to how to serve, but I said that I had made a decision. He said, `` Great, let 's go for a drive and you can secern me ! '' He was obviously excited as we left in his car and I told him that I would really like to have a '56 Chevy. He told me that he would start looking for one. I then told him that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would care it to be midnight Amytal. He said he would get ripe on it.

A few days later, when I was up at the game room, he came up to me and told me he had found the car and said that we should drive a drive and verbalise about it. I was excited and in the car, he was very respectable and told me he had seen the car, it was very nice, all it needed was to be painted, and that I could let it in a hebdomad or so. Again, I was so excited to see it and drive it, but now he had a question for me.

He said, `` Well, since I found the car, do you think you 'd like to make out over to my apartment now. ''

I did not know what to say and in all actuality, I had to screw there was a pinch to this solid matter. After a short-circuit suspension he said, `` I 'll tell you what, you come over to my place with me tomorrow afternoon and try it, if you do n't like it, we can stop and you can still have the car, what do you say. ''

I did n't know what to say, I wanted the car, but l was n't sure about going with him. We returned to the game elbow room and as we parked, he told me to come by tomorrow and let him know what I want to do. Again, I was eager to accept a car but worried about what would chance at his flat, but I think in someway I was curious but the excitement of having the car was overpowering.

The Act

The next day, I went up to the game room around noon and was nervous about what was going to pass, so I tried to avert him, but all I could think about was that car he promised and eventually, he approached me and casually asked, `` How 's it going ? ''

I told everything was okay, and then he asked, `` Are you gear up, what do you think ? ''

I simply nodded my nous yes and said, `` Yea. '' He immediately asked, `` Are you sure ? ''

I told him, `` Yea, '' and as I looked at him, he smiled, nodded his principal and he ushered us out to his car.

As we headed off, I was n't sure where we were going, but I was nervous because I knew where it was taking me. Along the way, I think to go against the tensity, he asked if I was hungriness and wondered if wanted to get something to eat first.

I said, No, I 'm okay, '' and thought to myself, `` I just want to get it over with. ''

We pulled into an apartment coordination compound not far from the schooling and parked out front of an apartment, he was excited and said, `` ejaculate on, '' and we went inside.

Inside, I could see his flat was modesty furnished, very neaten, and as I looked around, I watched as he went over to the windowpane, closing the subterfuge in the figurehead way. He then said, `` seminal fluid on, '' leading me down a myopic hallway, toward what I suspected was his bedroom

There was a toilet in the hall on the right and across from that there was another bedroom on the left with the door cracked open. As we entered the vertebral column bedchamber, he told me to go ahead and have a seat on the bed. I hesitantly moved toward the bed and as immediately noticed it must be a baron size bed. He had closed the threshold and as I sat down on the end of the bed, he walked over, closing the blinds.

It slowly became a piffling darker in the room now, but there was still a splinter of light source creeping through the subterfuge. As I looked around the room, it was very spacious and it looked like there was a can toward the back.

John had now walked over to where I was sitting, and as he sat on the edge of the bed next to me, he patting me on the second joint and told me to relax and said that everything would be all right. I simply grinned and as I nodded my header and glanced over at him, I noticed he was smiling.

He now stood up and said, `` Why do n't you go ahead and taking off my apparel, Ill be right back. '' John turned and as he headed toward the bathroom at the backrest, I watched as he went into the bathroom, and closed the threshold. I quickly realized he was going in there to carry his apparel off, and as I sat there quietly for a second I thought that I had better get undressed before he returns.

I quickly took of my shoes, my shirt, pant, and my drogue, and piled them at the end of the bed, but I decided to hold my underclothing on for some reason. Maybe it was because I was spooky or maybe it was an effort to economize some horse sense of self-regard, but I either case I sat there worrying about what was going to happen.

It was n't long before I heard the room access to the bathroom open and as change by reversal my foreland, he had opened the door and stepped out wearing only a button down, long sleeved shirt. As I continued to watch, he was reaching in to work off the bathroom light.

trick now started walking toward me, and as he did I tried to get a glimpse of his dick, but my eyes had n't adjusted to the shadow after he turned off the bathroom lighter and his shirt was conveniently covering him.

As he got closer, I turned away, not wanting him to see me staring and when he sat next to me, he again patted me on the leg. He again told me to relax but then he suddenly noticed I was still wearing my underwear and asked, `` What 's wrong ? '' obviously referring to me still having on my underclothing.

Immediately I replied, `` What,"as I looked down.

He quickly tried to change the subject by saying, `` It's okay."

toilet knew I was nervous and as continued to expect down, he rubbed my second joint and then suddenly stood up. As I looked over at him, he said,"Go ahead and move up and lay on the bed."

Quickly I turned, crawled to the midriff of the bed, and as I laid on my venter he told me to actuate over to the boundary of the bed, and said,"Lay on your side."

As I did what he told me to do, I ended up facing the bulwark and the window where he had closed the blinds. whoremonger had come around the bed and as he knelt on the trading floor in front line of me, I tried to concentrate on looking at the window. He then started rubbing my stomach and my legs, eventually spreading my legs to feel my crotch. He then bent my top leg, propping it up at an angle, which gave him in effect access to my private parts.

I continued to try to distance my thoughts from what was going on by focusing on the windowpane and the brightness that was creeping through. Maybe I wished I could escape and as he started to caress my cock through my underwear, even mouthing it. I was paralyzed, not knowing what to do and then he started to pull my underwear down trying to expose my cock.

John now gently reach into my underwear and as he did, he immediately started rubbing and jerking me. I continued to try to distance my thoughts but then he started to tug at my underwear, attempting to take them off. He was struggling to get them down, being he only had one deal, and then finally in a baffle articulation he asked,"Help me take off your underwear,"which caused my persuasion to return to what was actually happening.

I quickly leaned up, and after taking off my underwear, I cast them off the end of the bed, and quickly laid back down. As I positioned myself near the boundary again, John propped my pegleg apart again and replied, `` That 's better, as he went back to fondling my cock.

I returned to staring out the window as he rubbed my dick and fondling my testicle. He wanted this and I could feel him wanting me to get hard but because I was distancing my thought from what was going on I wasn't getting heavily. John now took my cock in his sassing, hoping this would make me intemperate as he sucked it. I couldn't believe it and desperately try to distance my thought, think of something else, hoping he would give way up. However, as whoremonger continued to try to get me unvoiced, he eventually stopped and looking up at me asked, `` Does it feel ok. ''

This brought me back to what was actually happening and as he again asked me if it felt skillful, he also asked if I could try to serve him. At first I didn't understand, but as he started to perpetrate and blow my dick again, I looked down at him sucking my cock, and realized that he wanted me to get hard and I also realized he was n't going to stop until he was able to get me off.

I leaned back and as I closed my oculus, I concentrated on trying to cum in his oral fissure. It felt good as he gave me my maiden blow job, and as he occasionally caress my orchis, my pecker started to get intemperately. I was really into it and as my pecker grew harder, I could sense myself about to cum in his mouth, but I was n't very punishing yet. Saint John the Apostle continued to go down on and yank my shaft, and I tried to defend back until I was all the way hard, but this caused me to bulge out going soft again. I told myself that I had to centralize and that I needed to cum whether I was hard or not.

I was close to coming again, and as I moved my rose hip, fucking his oral cavity, I wanted to cum. I tried to keep back back, letting it build up a slight and then I let go, coming in his mouth prematurely, which I think surprised him, because he immediately stopped when he felt my cum shot in his mouth. As my cock jerk briefly, he returned to stroking my prick but I was done, and almost immediately my prick went limp in his mouth.

He seemed a piffling disappointed and stopping he said, '' Is that it ? ''

I leaned up on my elbow and looking down I was confused, but he quickly replied, `` It 's okay, '' and continued by asking if it felt good.

I didn't know how to respond, it did feel undecomposed to cum but instead I smiled at him sheepishly. John now got up off the base and as I watched him take the air toward the end of the bed, he said,"Why don't you move to the centre of the bed."

Apprehensively, I quickly shift myself over to the middle of the bed and as I laid there on my stomach, I felt him fight up against the end of the bed and as he did, he said,"motility up a piddling and get on all Little Joe, like a dog."

I quickly moved toward the headboard and as I got on all fours, I could feel him wax on the bed behind me. Glancing back, I saw him inching his way up right behind me. I was so scare but as he inched even closer, he spread my stage apart with his knees. John then reached above me and quickly pulled a pillow out from under the covers and as he placed the pillow in strawman of me, he told me to put my pass down.

I paused not knowing what to do, but as he pushed on my backrest, I eventually put my head down on the pillow. I could feel my ass spread a little as I put my head down, which made me feel so vulnerable, especially with him behind me.

He gently started to rub my back and my ass buttock telling me not to worry, but as he continued to scratch my ass boldness back and Forth, he made sure to circularize them so he could see my smashed little hole.

'' You 're really tight, '' he said, `` you 're going to need to really try to loosen, as he held my ass buttock apart.

John the Evangelist then stopped rubbing my ass and as he moved around a little, I heard something. It sounded like he had flipped open something and when i heard what I thought was him sloppily rubbing his cock with something, and realized it was probably KY, he was getting gear up to fuck me I thought.

I was scared not acknowledge what to look but when he quickly touched my tight footling hole, it made me raise up and perpetrate away briefly. He stopped and said, `` Relax, it 's just my finger's breadth,"and as I glanced back, he showed me his finger.

John now gently pushed on my back and told me to put my nous down again. As I did, he gently dabbed my butthole with lubricating substance after smearing a little more around my pickle, he told me to relax as he pushed his finger into me slightly. I know I tensed up at first but as he gently pushed his finger in my ass, I ended up lifting my headspring and pulling away slightly. I was scared and worried about what was going to happen, but whoremonger again said, `` Relax, '' and told me to put my header back down.

As he continued to thumb my ass, I started to slow down, accepting his fingering. It felt kind of upright but in the spine of my nous I nervous, knowing what was going to happened. whoremaster then whispered, `` You're really fuddled, '' as he took his finger out.

He now gently rubbed my ass cheeks again and as he asked,"Are you doing okay,"I simply nodded my head.

Moving finisher he asked,"Are you set ?"

I hesitated not knowing what to say and instead nodded. bathroom tried to explicate that it might hurt a minuscule and told me to make relaxed, but little did I bang how much it would injure. I again nodded my head, as he shift around a short. He pushed my ass down, having me leaning back a little, putting me in a better position for him, but then I could find the header of his hard cock against my butthole. St. John the Apostle again tried to assure me to unlax and as I did, I could feel him trying to promote his pecker in me.

It was ok at first, but all of a sudden the painful sensation was excruciating, which caused me to stand up up and pulled away, letting his putz slip out of me.

He immediately said, `` What 's wrong,"as he tried to take for me in piazza.

I told it hurt and as he shift around a little, he said, `` Ok, you need to really try to relax Thomas More and that the hurting would eventually stop."

He again explained that I needed to relax and then told me to let him know when it stopped hurting. I didn't think I could do it, but he of grade wanted to try again. John told me to put my header down again and it did bear on to spite. As the pain started to lessen, I hoped the longer I could put him off that he might actually decided to not do it. However, I was incorrect because after a little bit, John Lackland asked if I was okay. I didn't say anything, again hoping he would decide to not do it, but he then decided he had waited long enough.

As he got in billet again, he said,"Ok, let 's try again."St. John smeared more KY on my hollow and as he dipped his finger's breadth in me he said,"You really need to try to loosen up more this time. ''

He had me low-down my ass and as he proceeded to labor his hard shaft in me again, it immediately hurt. Reaching back, I tried to get him take it out, but he refused and when I tried to pull away, he pushed into me and held my back down, trying to keep his cock in me. It was to much, I could n't do it, I again quickly pulled away, which made his cock elusion out again. This really pissed him off and in a huff he said, `` Come on, what 's wrong ?"

I tried to distinguish him it hurt, but he was so discomfit and again told me,"You need to relax and let it in."

I really hoped he'd give up trying, however as he calmed down, he again told me to order him when I was ok. At this point, I realized he was n't going to stop trying until he got to fuck me. He didn't wait long this metre and even though it continued to ache, aching, he moved closer, pushed my ass down a little and told me again to relax.

St. John again briefly fingered my ass trying to slow down my hole a piffling and it did sense good with his digit in me. However, he soon withdrew his finger, and immediately tried to press his tool in me. I tried to relax, knowing it was going to hurt and the bit he was in me, the pain returned. I rose up again, but this clock time he grabbed my shoulder and said, `` Stop ! ``

Immediately I reached back, trying to advertize him off, telling him it hurt. He told me to relax and in a foiled voice said, `` If you would just unstrain, the hurting will go away. ``

He continued to try to hold me by my shoulder as he again tried to push into me. I tried to relax, and tried to block out the pain as he slowly moved his intemperate turncock in and out of me. I knew he wasn't going to bar trying ; I had to let him do it.

He continued to gradually try to press his cock in me a little more each time and again I reached back and asked him to blockade. As he stopped, he grabbed my mitt and held it against my backbone. I tried to relax but it continued to hurt. lavatory then asked if I was okay, I didn't say anything, I wanted him to barricade. I again tried to wiggle free but he again held me down and told me to discontinue. It continued to ache as he tried to move his stopcock in and out of me and again asked if I was ok.

It was still hurting but again I knew he was n't going to halt until he got to fuck me. I nodded my headway and as he started fucking me again, it still hurt, but as he fucked me I blocked it out, I needed to let him finish.

His body was now slapping against my ass as he feverishly fucked my sloppy hole. It continued to hurt, but the pain now was more of an ache and as whoremaster emphatic tried moving me back and Forth River, he desperately tried to cum in me.

I tried to unstrain my organic structure, and as I allow him to fuck me, the pain seemed to go away. I hoped he would cum soon but as he started to breath hard, he suddenly stopped. I thought to myself,"Oh, he's done,"but he wasn't.

In an out of breathing space and thwart voice he tried to explicate that he needed me to serve. I didn't understand but as he grabbed my one hip, and said,"Like this,"he slowly started pushing and pulling me back and forth, and back and forth.

As we moved back and forth, allowing his cock to go in and out of my ass, John said, `` That 's it, keep going. ``

I did what he asked and as I tried to get into it, it actually started to feel safe, and it was obvious that it felt ripe for him too.john reached around me and as he took hold of my hard cock he remarking, `` Yea, that 's it. '' He then quit playing with my cock and as he concentrated on fucking me I could discover his pecker going in and out of me, as his body slapped against me. I wanted him to cum and as his strokes became nimble and more careful, I tried my best to match his knife thrust.

He again said,"Don't stop,"and I knew he was close.

It was hard to hold up, but as I kept moving back and forth, he all of a sudden pulled me close, pushing his peter deep in me. It hurt and I tried to pull away, but he held me close-fitting, and out of hint he said, No, do n't propel ! ''

He was obviously cumming in me, and I could feel his rooster saccade inside me slightly. He was out of intimation and hunching over me, he slowly started moving his cock in and out of me, but only briefly. He then pushed me flat on my tummy and again out of breath asked if I was okay.

When I did n't reply, he slowly pulled his cock out of me, saying, `` That really felt good, '' and gently rubbing my ass brass and again asked if I was ok.

He now slid off the bed and when I did not say anything, he told me that I should go into the privy and pick myself out. I didn't know what he meant but I quickly got off the bed, he told me to use the hall lav. I didn't look around as I headed toward the chamber door, hurrying out to the bathroom in the hall. However, as I left the sleeping accommodation, he made sure enough to secernate me to fall back when I was finished.

I quickly went into the lavatory and closed the room access. I was n't for certain what he meant by cleaning myself out, but when I sat on the crapper and wiped my ass, I realized there was something there. Looking at the commode theme I could see what I suspected was KY and realizing it was probably his cum too, I panicked a little. I tried to labor out whatever was inside me and managed to force out something. It seemed like a lot and when I stood up and looked in the toilet, I could see that some was floating and some had sunk to the tush. I figured it must get been a mix of KY and cum. It scared me, and I thought to myself, `` What had I let him to do,"but I was relieved it was over.

Not Again

I knew he was waiting for me to return and so I wiped my ass real trade good, and after gathering my composure, I decided I had better go back. When I first went back in the sleeping room, I did n't see him right away but as I moved toward the bed to sit down, he approached me and asked,"Are you okay,"as he gently continued to channelise me toward the bed. Nodding my head that I was okay, he acknowledged me by rubbing my second joint.

There was a pause but as he put his mitt on my back now, he quietly told me to get on the bed again. I was confused,"Why does he want me to get back on the bed,"I thought ?

As I looked at him, I thought,"DOE he require to do it again ?"

I was trapped, what was I going to do ? I was powerless, I did n't want to do it again, but as he stood up, I said to myself,"I thought we were only doing it once,"as I apprehensively turned and climbed on the bed.

St. John the Apostle told me to stay on all four as he climbed on the bed behind me, and again told me to put my read/write head down on the pillow. I couldn't believe it, but as he spread my legs again, and as he dabbed some KY on my butthole, I knew he wanted to sleep together me again. John eventually pushed his finger in me again and as he fingered my ass, I continued to tell myself that I thought we were only doing it once.

He told me to relax again, and as he moved closer, I thought, `` How was he capable to get hard so soon after he had cum just a few min ago. ''

I did n't want to do it again and I told myself I would try to tighten my ass so he could n't put his cock in me, but I could n't block him. He immediately spread my ass, and pressing his hard dick against my trap, it seemed to slip in my ass more easily than before. What was I going to do ?

I now told myself this meter I would n't help when he started to have it away me and as he pushed my ass down, he held on to my hip as pushed against me. As he pushed his cock deeper into me I thought,"Oh my god, he was going to have a go at it me again."

He immediately started to get laid me, moving me back and Forth River, thrusting in and out of me. I tried to not move, hoping he'd realize I wasn't helping and block off. It started to actually feel good but I told myself I was n't going to avail. bathroom feverishly tried to fuck me but then he suddenly stopped and out of breath asked, What's awry ?"

At number 1 I didn't say anything but then said,"I thought we were only doing it once."

He reached around and as he took hold of my cock he said, `` Come on, I thought you liked it."

When I didn't respond he said,"Let's do it one Sir Thomas More time. ''

Again I did n't reply, he was upset and immediately realized he would make to force me to do it. Grabbing my shoulder now, he started to forcibly actuate me back and forth desperately trying to have it off me, determine to cum again. I tried to not locomote as he tried to fuck me and it actually started to finger honorable, but I also thought to myself, `` He had told me we would only do it once."

I continued to not assist and then he pushed me monotonic on my abdomen as he continued to forcibly fuck me, furiously thrusting his cock in and out of me ; I thought for surely he was going to cum in me again, but it was n't working.

He was noticeably rag that I was n't helping, and as he continued to try, I thought,"He's not going to blockade until he gets to cum again. At that point, I was ready to help, so he would finish, but suddenly he stopped, and out of breathing time he hastily took his cock out of me and got off the bed.

I thought to myself, `` What is he doing now ? ''

As I looked over, I could see he was mad and as he turned to me he said, `` Go ahead and get dressed."

He then said I could use the bathroom in the hall again and as he walked toward the bathroom. When he closed the door, I hurriedly got off the bed and rushed into the dormitory lav. I quickly sat on the toilet and after wiping my ass, I went back into the bedchamber to get dressed.

I quickly got dressed, knowing he'd be out soon, and when I heard the bathroom room access open, I turned as he came out. I quickly continued to get apparel and as he sat adjacent to me, he did n't say anything at initiatory. However, I think to snap off the tension he simply said,"That was really nice,"and then asked if I was okay.

Not see at him I told him I was okay and as I finished tying my shoe, we both stood up to forget. As we headed out of the sleeping accommodation and walked down the hall, I noticed the one sleeping room door was now closed. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but it did come mind practically later.

As we continued toward the straw man door trick casual mentioned,"Maybe we can try to do it again sometime."

I felt powerless, he was my ride back to the game room, and I did not know what to say, but we continued out of his apartment and left. As we headed out of his complex he suggested that he take me home. I really did n't want to see or talk to anyone after what just happened, so I nodded, and agreed that it was a good idea.

We did n't speak, but I could sense him looking over at me periodically and so I looked out the side window. My house was across town and as we continued to labor, I started to feel KY seeping out of my ass. I felt ashamed about what I had allowed him to do and all I could think of was wanting to get home. It wasn't long before he pulled up front of my household, and as I got out of the car, I hurried interior and went straight to the bathroom. No one was dwelling and after I stripped off all my clothes, I sat on the pot, trying again to push out whatever was still inside me. I managed to press out More KY and cum, but not very a lot. I felt dirty and as I took a shower, I continued to interest about what had happened. He had given me a blowjob, which didn't trouble me, but when he fucked me, he did n't use a rubber, which really worried me.

Prize Denied

A few days later, I returned to the biz room to ask about the car he had promised me and when I asked him about it, he said let 's go for a drive and talk about it. We got in his car and as we drove around he explained that the great deal was to log Z's with him and to do it more than once. I was confused, but he continued by saying that I did not do my persona so the hatful was off.

I was in shock but after a paused he said, `` Well, if you want to try it again with me, we could conceive the deal back on again, but only if we do it again. '' I did not know what to say. I wanted the car, but didn't want to take sex with him again, it was the fact of the issue.

We went back to the plot way and as I got out of the car he said, `` I still do have the car and if you want to try it again, I 'll give it to you. ''

I was confused and upset ; he had promised to give me the car. I stayed away from the secret plan room for a hanker meter and when I did come back, trick was friendly, but it seemed that he was still looking for an opening, hoping to remain the human relationship, and maybe in a way I wanted to do it again too.

Saint John the Apostle's New spot

It was nearing summertime respite now and he must have thought he would never have the prospect to be with me again, because in a briefly conversation he mentioned to me that he was moving closer to where I lived. I knew right where the apartments were and when he told me to come by sometime, I was anxious, but singular too. I eventually got up the nerve and ended up visiting once. I still wanted the car, and I felt a need to go over there thinking the car might be at his new place. However, I do think I missed the aid he gave me and maybe deeply down I wanted to throw sex with him again.

As I approached the door to his flat and knocked, I started having indorse thoughts, hoping he wouldn't answer the doorway. I could see him opening the door and I tried to put on a friendly face. John Lackland was smiling, obviously excited I was there and as he asked me to come in he said,"I'm gladiolus you decided to descend by."

He kept his apartment kind of dark, with the curtains closed and as I continued into his flat, an immediately flavour of queasiness came over me as I looked around. I could n't stick, I just could n't do it, and as he tried to read me around a little I was looking for an porta to forget.

John must have got the feeling I wanted to leave and as he tried to get me to go into the living room expanse to sit down, I told him I couldn't stay. He was let down but said,"Okay, we'll you know where I live now, you can come over anytime."

As we casually moved toward the front door privy said,"Are you sure enough you can't stay for a trivial bit ?"I had already made up my mind to leave and as I opened the door to leave Saint John said,"I'm glad you came by."

I did venture over to his flat a few other multiplication, but never stayed and being it was a new school year now I continued to visit the plot way too. John never approach me again and as I watched, John started taking other boys out for tiffin and breakfast.

The car never materialized and I never again had sex with him. I did try to contact him much later, but was never able to find him, and I have thought about trying to find individual so I could experience it again, but these days, it could deliver deadly consequences .