Back in my bi- curious days, I had this one booster by the name of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latin American boy from caput to toe. On the weekends, my Fatherhood would admit me over to his house, so I could hang with him and his younger brother, 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 decent to me. He would always let me fiddle first on video biz, and he spent to a greater extent time with me, than with his brother. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the living elbow room of their father 's two news report apartment. We were watching Snakes On A carpenter's plane, a popular picture show at the time. Me and Francisco shared one of the two couches, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the picture, Francisco began to nudge my leg with his ft. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a huge smile on his face. I politely gave him half a smile, and turned my focus back to the cover. The nudging started again, this meter on my humble second joint, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this time he was more seductive. His regard held my attention. With his eye, he signaled to his crotch, as if he wanted me to look down. I did. Through his blackened basketball shorts, I saw the outline of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to await too anxious, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the film.
On his third gear attempt, Francisco was playing with my feet, trying to watch my attention. He did again. He signaled to his dick again, and to my amazement he was rock operose. He mouthed the words `` Touch it ''. In response, I shook my head no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his midst cock, and while he made his thick dick parachuting. The trap had snapped. He knew I was worry. He jumped up from the couch, and said to me and his brother, `` I 'm going upstairs to take on the game '', in his dense Puerto Rican idiom.
A few minutes later, I made my way upstairs, to recover Francisco standing In the middle of his bedchamber. Our eyes met, and instantly pulled down his short circuit. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erection ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to tinct it, this time with sound. I acted as though I did n't want to touch it, but every column inch of my eubstance 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 liaison with his tool, it made my hired hand hot. I pushed down his prepuce to the substructure of his rotating 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 knees, and stared at this huge patch of man meat in front of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his shaft, like a baby 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 sassing on his red knob and worked my way down. I had sucked a dick before, and knew what I was doing. I made my way down, and let his pubic bone tickle my intrude. I grabbed his pelvic arch, and pulled them closer toward me, to make believe his warm, thick-skulled tool to plunge deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this time, and he slowly began to make out my sassing. He grabbed to back of my heading tightly. He grabbed with such force, nuisance came to my head, and the sucking of his prick stopped. I held the both of his hands, so I would be in restraint once again. I started to make believe the muscle in my throat declaration, which made him wriggle with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bust ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty infant batter soiled my face, along with the strawman of my shirt.
We retreated to the john to cleanse ourselves up. We took paw towels, and started to scavenge his sticky essence from off of us. When we returned to the sleeping accommodation, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone subdued ! He was ready for round two already. I retired to my knees once again, and began to suck violently, for lubrication. I returned to my metrical foot, 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 bruise to a lesser extent. So I pulled my dungaree around my ankles, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty medal bag my ass. I was really anxious and scared, because it was my first-class honours degree time having a teenage boy ram his cock into my virgin muddle. He licked his hand, and lubricated his monolithic 8 in. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made bill move with it around my squiffy hole. I whimpered a little as he allowed a tenth of an inch to slide inside of me. I said through forgetful gasp, `` Go slow ''. In reception, he thrust every in he had interior of me. I could finger his midst pubes tickling the pass of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the toilet. I sat on the toilet for a minute, because I felt as though I needed to take a shucks. Nothing came. The pain was so serious, but I had no desire to check. I went back into the chamber where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red peter. He explained to me that the only reason he did that was to loosen me up. I told him that I did n't care and I was set for more. I bent over in movement of him yet again. This fourth dimension, I held on to the soma of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the painfulness, but it was n't as intense as the first of all clock time. Slower this clip, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This time, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally cause me any more than pain. The pain was still present, but fainter and fainter on every CVA.
The pleasure came gradually. With each breathtaking cam stroke, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate. With each separatrix, I could palpate my cock twinge with angst. His piece of tail was more rhythmical now, and I started to hold it back, and with each pitch, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his body shake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to let a very vivid orgasm. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his warm cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a baseless wild boar, and we breathed with dead gasps, ineffectual to string in wide breaths. Once again, we cleaned up and we played video 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 adventures. Once, even five times in one day .