Back in my bi- rummy days, I had this one friend by the name of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from question to toe. On the weekends, my begetter would contain me over to his house, so I could hang with him and his younger comrade, Steven. They were one year apart in age, but I was vernal than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the fourth dimension, was always gracious to me. He would always let me run first on TV secret plan, and he spent more time with me, than with his brother. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the aliveness room of their Father-God 's two story apartment. We were watching snake On A Plane, a democratic movie at the metre. Me and Francisco shared one of the two couches, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the movie, Francisco began to nudge my leg with his understructure. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a vast grinning on his case. I politely gave him half a smile, and turned my direction back to the screen door. The nudging started again, this metre on my low second joint, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this time he was more seductive. His regard held my attending. With his eyes, he signaled to his crotch, as if he wanted me to look down. I did. Through his black basketball shorts, I saw the outline of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to count too unquiet, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the movie.
On his third effort, Francisco was playing with my feet, trying to catch my attention. He did again. He signaled to his dick again, and to my amazement he was rock laborious. He mouthed the Scripture `` Touch it ''. In response, I shook my head no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his thick cock, and while he made his thickly prick startle. The trap had snapped. He knew I was interested. He jumped up from the couch, and said to me and his brother, `` I 'm going upstairs to play the game '', in his heavy Puerto Rican emphasis.
A few min later, I made my way upstairs, to find Francisco standing In the middle of his bedroom. Our middle met, and instantly pulled down his boxershorts. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erection ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to touch on it, this metre with sound. I acted as though I did n't want to touch it, but every inch of my physical structure was telling me to adjoin it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few steps to word him and held out my held to grab for hit. When I made touch with his cock, it made my deal hot. I pushed down his prepuce to the Qaeda of his irradiation, and he bit his lip. Begging me to proceed. He said, `` Suck it ''. Again, I said no, but I slowly made my way to my articulatio genus, and stared at this vast patch of man essence in movement of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his prick, like a baby drools on his bib. I began to lap the tip, and he tilted his head back, and let out a groan that was barely audible. I put my lips on his red knob and worked my way down. I had sucked a hawkshaw before, and knew what I was doing. I made my way down, and let his pubes tickle my nozzle. I grabbed his rose hip, and pulled them closer toward me, to make his warm, thick cock to plunk deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this clock time, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. He grabbed to back of my promontory tightly. He grabbed with such strength, annoyance came to my head, and the suction of his dick stopped. I held the both of his hands, so I would be in control once again. I started to make the muscles in my throat contract, which made him writhe with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bust ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby batter soiled my side, along with the presence of my shirt.
We retreated to the can to cleanse ourselves up. We took manus towels, and started to strip his steamy essence from off of us. When we returned to the bedroom, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone soft ! He was ready for circle two already. I retired to my stifle once again, and began to breastfeed violently, for lubrication. I returned to my feet, unsure of what to do next, but Francisco guided me along. He told me to lie on my back on the bed, but I said no. I wanted to stand up and do doggy. I felt like it would hurt LE. So I pulled my dungaree around my ankles, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty palms handgrip my ass. I was really anxious and scared, because it was my first fourth dimension having a teenage boy ram his cock into my virgin hole. He licked his hand, and lubricated his massive 8 inch. He slapped his putz on my ass, then he made circular motion with it around my tight hole. I whimpered a little as he allowed a tenth of an inch to skid inside of me. I said through short gasp, `` Go slow ''. In response, he thrust every inch he had interior of me. I could sense his thick pubes tickling the fling of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the bathroom. I sat on the potty for a moment, because I felt as though I needed to require a Irish bull. nada came. The pain in the neck was so grave, but I had no desire to block up. I went back into the bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red peter. He explained to me that the merely grounds he did that was to loosen me up. I told him that I did n't care and I was make for more. I bent over in nominal head of him yet again. This time, I held on to the shape of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the pain in the neck, but it was n't as intense as the showtime time. Slower this time, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This time, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally have me any more pain. The pain sensation was still present, but fainter and fainter on every cam stroke.
The pleasure came gradually. With each breathtaking stroke, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate gland. With each stroking, I could feel my rooster stab with angst. His piece of tail was more rhythmic now, and I started to throw away it back, and with each pitch, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his body handshake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to have a very intense orgasm. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his warm cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a wild boar, and we breathed with short pant, ineffective to draw in full breathing time. Once again, we cleaned up and we played picture biz as we usually did, as if nothing had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his flat, we shared the most erotic of adventures. Once, even five times in one day .