This is a true fib about how I met the love of my spirit. When I met John, I had no musical theme he would become the honey of my liveliness.

John came over to visit my neighbor's brother. He was a very big unseasoned man and extremely variety and thoughtful.

He saw me working outside and came over and introduced himself. His vivid profane eyes and blonde haircloth caught my eye along with his athletic anatomy. He offered to help as he seemed bored with those he was visiting. He was in high schoolhouse then. There was something special between us and I wasn't sure of what his mentation were. He was 16 and I was 21.

He came from a very religious Mormon home and a very strict and controlling one as well. After he graduated from gamy schooling, I met him at Christian church. He was now 18 and had grown even more handsome. I noticed the girls would stare at him. As their eyes scanned his body, I knew they were dreaming of him without dress and wanting to be with him even though that 's not what they were taught to do. John was just that handsome.

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

John left for montage that downslope and I missed seeing and talking to him. I knew he would be glad and have freedom he never had while home. For that I was so sword lily for him.

He returned for Noel break and called and asked to come up over. He greeted me with the most lovesome hug. As we hugged, our bodies melted together and for the low gear sentence, I felt his physical warmheartedness and affection. We visited for a match of hours. After he left my mind was confused. I tried to psychoanalyse what had happened and if he felt what I had felt.

I had been dating many fair sex. There were quite a few who loved me and wanted me as their husband. I loved many of them as well but not as much as they loved me. The bosom King John and I had was more than I ever felt with any woman. I was confused and my heart raced with the thoughts of this beautiful young man.

About an hour after he left, my earphone rang. It was privy saying how much he enjoyed visiting and having dinner at my house. He wondered if he could fall expend the night. I didn't recall his controlling parents would approve. He didn't seem to let it bother him. He didn't have a car as he had flown nursing home and asked if I needed to come plectrum 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 sign, he opened the service department door for me and as I saw him bend over right in figurehead of me, I saw this perfect ripple butt with his dungaree 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 children in his family and they told him he was a burden to them and needed to bring in it on his own. He was scared and lost and didn't know what to do.

He was so pain 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 woman I had dated.

As we embraced, and I felt the coldness from the wintertime on his face and spike, I held him to my ticker and wanted him to palpate roll in the hay 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 life-threatening. He was a head 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 totally different light. I saw the outline of his cock head pushing up against his briefs. My heart raced and I had butterfly in my stomach. We had talked about women and I knew he had kept a promise to persist perfect until he married. All the bozo on his mellow school football squad teased him telling him he must savour a lot of twat since he was so hung and handsome. Now this choice young man was in my bed with just Theodore Harold White briefs on.

He was excited and happy and hugged me as he made the self-justification that it was cold and we needed to hug. I had to labor back some as I was getting hard and didn't want him to know how sexually arousing this was. I laid on my vertebral column and told him I was tired and he did the same. After a few minutes, he turned on his side facing me and said you make me so happy, then kissed me on my impertinence. I kissed him back but on the lips. He pulled back and looked perplexed but then kissed me back passionately. He held my face as I held his.

We knew this was forbidden but it felt so right. He laid on his side and held me all the while I was resisting with all my long suit to not have sex with him. Within 15 minutes, he was very audio asleep. My fondness was still pounding and my rooster was rock hard. He was still lying on his incline and I put my hand down his briefs to hold his sodding bubble butt. As a ran my mitt over his ass, I felt the strength of his hindquarters muscle and the complete roundness that an jock has.

I looked as his face as I massaged his ass and he was still out in a inscrutable slumber. He then rolled toward me and I was then lying on my dorsum. He rolled on top of me and was lying monotone on top of me stomach to stomach, crotch to crotch. His top dog was lying on my pillow and I could finger his breather on my face. I just wanted to keep back him and find him against me. I put my helping hand on his spine and massaged his rear muscles. As I did this he began to move his physical structure grinding into mine. His pecker was backbreaking against mine. I pushed up to take my Jockey shorts down and then pulled his down as well. The completely time he was still out and sleeping soundly. His family had mentioned they had a hard sentence waking him up and I knew that wasn't an overdo comment.

Our defenseless organic structure felt so perfect together. I continued to hold and rub down his back and his respiration intensified and then his grinding did as well. I felt his brawniness flex and relax and precum was flowing out of our putz. 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 prick against mine.

I finally pushed him up hard enough to not having his consistence mechanical press against mine when all of a sudden, cum started coming out of his cock and hitting my venter, chest and face. I could see his pecker twinging each time he had an climax. He shot 13 meter with only the first off and two death shots oozing out of his cock while the others were monumental current of clean cum splattering all over me.

I then was so turned on I shot 9 clock time with almost as a good deal cum. He laid back down on me breathing fast and deeply. I was so flex on but still a crash knowing this could change everything and strength him out of his church. I finally was able to roll him on his back and ran to the bathroom to lave the cum off of me. I went back with a lovesome wet textile to clean him up as well. His penis was still rock-and-roll heavy and after lying on my venter and chest he was also covered with our cum.

The smell was so strong and such a spell on. I washed up some what I could and rinsed out the fabric and went back to pick off more. His peter was still jumping and oozing. After two stumble to the sinkhole, I went back to clean off his turncock. As I looked at it and him, I knew he was perfection. I had never touched another man's cock before and I wasn't surely how to nurse one either. But that's all I could mean of. His cock was still heavy but not sway hard. I put his cock in my mouth and his taste was amazing. goosebump popped up all over my physical structure. I slowly sucked him and caressed his tool in my mouth. I found I couldn't take all of it without gagging so I did the easily 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 rima oris. I took it out to get a breathing time and saw his balls rolling and flexing back and Forth.

I was so sinless at this metre and didn't know much about male to male sex but I knew what I liked. I rolled him to his incline and saw his naked ass for the first off time. I wanted him so badly and wanted to get it on how his ass felt compared to a woman's twat. I laid next to him and held him. Oddly enough, he pressed back against me and loved being held. I said,"lav, whoremonger, are you wake ?"No answer. whoremaster 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 blood out of my cock. I kept pushing and then his ass started a rhythm massaging my pecker back and Forth.

This was way better than pussy and once again I was at a point of no return. I tried to pull 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 following morn. But the harder I tried the more he pushed against me and my cock exploded once again but this time it was inside of him. His pecker was rock hard and then cum stroke out of his cock. His cock was so huge after this.

I did my best to make clean him up and I put his briefs back on. Who would have thought this college jock would be such a intimate bottom. I got in bed next to him and went to sleep wondering if we would be friends the next dayspring. More to come…