Back in my bi- curious 24-hour interval, I had this one friend by the name of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from headspring to toe. On the weekends, my father would accept me over to his house, so I could fall with him and his younger sidekick, Steven. They were one twelvemonth apart in age, but I was younger than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the metre, was always prissy to me. He would always let me wager first on video secret plan, and he spent more time with me, than with his brother. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the living room of their father 's two story flat. We were watching Snakes On A Plane, a popular movie at the clip. Me and Francisco shared one of the two lounge, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the movie, Francisco began to poke at my leg with his groundwork. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a huge smile on his brass. I politely gave him half a smiling, and turned my focus back to the blind. The nudging started again, this time on my lower second joint, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this clock time he was more seductive. His gaze held my attention. With his eyes, he signaled to his fork, as if he wanted me to wait down. I did. Through his contraband basketball shorts, I saw the outline of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to look too anxious, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the movie.
On his one-third attempt, Francisco was playing with my infantry, trying to catch up with my attention. He did again. He signaled to his peter again, and to my amazement he was rock hard. He mouthed the actor's line `` contact it ''. In response, I shook my foreland no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his midst cock, and while he made his thick dick jump. The trap had snapped. He knew I was concerned. He jumped up from the sofa, and said to me and his buddy, `` I 'm going upstairs to play the game '', in his heavy Puerto Rican accent.
A few minutes later, I made my way upstairs, to line up Francisco standing In the middle of his bedroom. Our heart met, and instantly pulled down his shorts. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erection ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to rival it, this prison term with sound. I acted as though I did n't want to pertain it, but every inch of my soundbox was telling me to touch it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few steps to word him and held out my held to grab for hit. When I made contact with his shaft, it made my deal hot. I pushed down his foreskin to the base of his shaft, and he bit his lip. Begging me to continue. He said, `` Suck it ''. Again, I said no, but I slowly made my way to my articulatio genus, and stared at this Brobdingnagian piece of man nub in front end of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his dick, like a babe drools on his bib. I began to lick the tip, and he tilted his head back, and let out a groan that was barely audible. I put my lips on his red pommel and worked my way down. I had sucked a cock before, and knew what I was doing. I made my way down, and let his pubis titillation my pry. I grabbed his articulatio coxae, and pulled them closer toward me, to take a crap his warm, thick cock to dive deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this fourth dimension, and he slowly began to bang my mouth. He grabbed to back of my head tightly. He grabbed with such force, pain came to my read/write head, and the sucking of his hawkshaw stopped. I held the both of his bridge player, so I would be in control once again. I started to make the muscularity in my throat contract, which made him wriggle with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bust ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby hitter soiled my brass, along with the battlefront of my shirt.
We retreated to the lav to strip ourselves up. We took manus towels, and started to cleanse his mucilaginous meat from off of us. When we returned to the bedroom, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone soft ! He was cook for fill out two already. I retired to my knees once again, and began to suck violently, for lubrication. I returned to my understructure, unsure of what to do next, but Francisco guided me along. He told me to lie on my binding on the bed, but I said no. I wanted to endure up and do doggy. I felt like it would hurt less. So I pulled my jeans around my ankle joint, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty decoration grip my ass. I was really unquiet and scared, because it was my foremost meter having a teenage boy ram his shaft into my virgin hole. He licked his hand, and lubricated his monumental 8 column inch. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made broadside motion with it around my tight hole. I whimpered a minuscule as he allowed a tenth of an in to slew inside of me. I said through myopic gasp, `` Go wearisome ''. In reception, he thrust every column inch he had inside of me. I could experience his thick loins tickling the crack of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the bathroom. I sat on the gutter for a moment, because I felt as though I needed to bring a dirt. Nothing came. The pain was so severe, but I had no desire to contain. I went back into the bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red dick. He explained to me that the just reasonableness he did that was to loosen me up. I told him that I did n't care and I was prepare for more. I bent over in front of him yet again. This clip, I held on to the frame of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the pain, but it was n't as intense as the for the first time time. Slower this time, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This meter, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally cause me any more hurting. The pain in the ass was still introduce, but fainter and fainter on every accident.
The pleasance came gradually. With each breathtaking fortuity, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate. With each solidus, I could feel my cock twinge with angst. His screw was more rhythmic now, and I started to throw it back, and with each pitch, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his body wag. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to stimulate a very intense climax. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his warm cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a godforsaken wild boar, and we breathed with short gasps, ineffective to draw in full breathing spell. Once again, we cleaned up and we played TV biz as we usually did, as if goose egg had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his apartment, we shared the most erotic of adventure. Once, even five multiplication in one day .