CockTaleBar
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I 'm a 22yo sex-addicted Bi college guy from the Netherlands with three passionateness in lifespan : Fitness, authorship, and sex.
But to be reliable, I only like to spell about sex. I only write about Real-Life case. The name calling, however, have been altered to ensure everybody 's privacy.

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16 ... ish

A story about a boy called Sam that happened about half a twelvemonth ago. I was 21 at the time, and it proved the get-go of a chain of mountains of very positive events.

Aaaaaaand there I found myself, chatting with this cute youthful blond boy. Let 's call him Sam.
16 ( so, legal in my state ), curt blond hair, chamber eyes and a short and lissom bod, according to the characterisation on his profile. The profile also stated he lived in the same city as I do ( Leeuwarden, the Netherlands ). He asked if i 'd like to camchat with him, causal agency he likes muscled college hombre, such as I. `` Sure'I said, `` I do n't mind watching unseasoned boys, so it 's okay with me '', and I ended with the illustrious smiley, sticking out it 's tongue.
And 16 is indeed younger than 21, so no problemo there.

We turned on our Cam River, and luckily it indeed turned out to be the precious boy from the pic.
The amazement on his face was toilsome to conceal, however. It was warm up in my room, so I was only wearing a boxershort. `` Wow, you 're even more than powerful than in your motion-picture show ! ``
Indeed, the pic was about 4 months old at the clock time, and I had since put in some knockout work, and had progressed visably. `` Yeah, that 's what happens if fittingness is your favourite pursuit ... after sex '', I said.
He laughed and said sex was one of his bighearted hobbies as well.
But meanwhile, he was still fully dressed. He was wearing the same wearing apparel as in his icon, with similar ignition, so it suggest the pic had been taken that very Lapplander day.

'' Say, do n't you think it 's time for you to show a little more skin as well ? '' I asked jokingly.
Without a word, he removed his shirt immediately, showing his slender form was accompanied by some awing vindicated definition. From swimming and playing orbit ice hockey, he explained. occupy little tyke then. Seemed beseem though, he looked like he had the energy of the energizer bunny with a Red crap addiction. Exactly what I like in youngsters, really.

Such a mingy body made my tool jumping up, reporting for duty, instantly.
'' Whoa, looks like my body 's being approved ! How big is that monster ? ''
The configuration of my proud 7 and a half inches were clearly visible in my cockeyed Björn Borg boxershort. `` 7.5 ? darn, that 's a lovely size of it ! '' It sounded like he had had experienced a similar size before. When I asked whether he had he answered `` more than you 'd expect '', follow by a saint-like smiley with a malfunctioning halo. `` So, you 're an see bottom then ? I asked. `` Yeah, actually am ! But I 've also topped plenty already as well, believe me. '' `` tinker's dam, started Nice'n early then', I asked. `` Boy, if only you knew ! '' he answered. I fought the thought of continuing the bloodline of inquiry. Instead, I decided to challenge him a bit ; `` Then you probably could bear witness me a nicely trained footling hole, could n't you ? '' With barely a view he turned around, directing his bum towards the cam, pulling down his undies and spreading his buttcheeks. I was looking directly into a young, hairless, well trained, pink boyhole, into which he effortlessly inserted two dry fingerbreadth. `` Damn, that 's looking well '' I said, `` sure looks like it 's used to having something up there '' He turned round briefly, to read what I had typed, and instantly inserted a third finger. My stopcock was set up to explode when he turned one shot again and licked his digit. His gumshoe was almost fully hard now as well, showing a good, thick, 6 inches. `` Looks like it 's working '' he said, referring to the fact the head of my cock had popped out above the band of my boxers. `` show me a little more. ``
'' It sure does '' I said, and pulled down my undies to give a entire position of my rockhard 7.5 inches.
'' tinker's dam bro, that 's definatly one I 'd wan na sit on. '' Cheeky cuss. I love it when youngsters know what they want, like that, and no departure here. You could n't fit it, if you wanted '' I teased. `` With your physical body, the read/write head of my peter will be smaking your diaphragm constantly. How tall are you anyway ? '' `` Wan na bet I can ? ``, he answered. `` I 've taken 7.5s before, ya'know. And I 'm 4'11 '' if you must have a go at it. '' 4'11 '', damn, this kid 's hair-do does n't even reach my schoulder.
'' Wan na bet you can, you say ? `` Be careful with what you 're betting on lil bro, I might ingest to shoot that bet. '' `` I wish you did. I could use some activity today ! ``
At beginning I thought he was joking, but the look in his eyes was numb sober. Damn, this boy was up for it ! `` But, you probably do n't dare ... Another college guy with thug talk of the town, but without the gut to actually fill my hole. pit, you probably do n't even shoot that big a payload. ``
WHAT THE FUCK ? ! ? ! Is this kid really challenging me ? Not the gumption ? Not a big load ? This boy 's getting cheekier by the second ! `` Whatch it kid ! My lading 's bigger than anything you 've ever felt before ! '' `` LOL, why do n't you arrive prove it, big guy ? '' Followed by a credit line of 5 smilies, all sticking their tongue out at me. `` Come try out it ? Why, are you home alone, or summat ? And actually, where DO you live ? '' `` Yes, my parents are away for the weekend, and my stepbro is at his mom 's. ``
His localisation surprised me. `` What ! ? That 's the Sami neck of the woods I live in ! ``
Turned out he lived only 7 blocks away. `` Are you coming over then ? I really need to get some, man ! Hard as well ! '' 16 year old sportslad, home alone, a 10 minute of arc walk away from me ? Could I let such an oppertunity pass by ? I DON '' T THINK SO !

After he gave his adress and cellphone numeral, I jumped into some sweatpants and threw on a T-shirt, and jogged to his house, my halfhard dick swinging like mad in the sweatpants.
When I arrived I rang him up, and he said I 'd best come through the endorse door, via the garden. The gate in the fence was unlocked. As I walked up through the garden ( patch of locoweed on one side of meat, a little pond with mini-waterfall ), he opened the back room access. Butt naked. His fat 6 inches pointing straight upward. He indeed did n't come up to my shoulder. `` Come interior '' he said. `` I intend to '' I said, playing the pun in his initial input. `` Good '' he said, `` for a present moment I was afraid you might 've brought rubber. '' My cock jumped. Was this boy really actually telling me to sleep together him strip ?
I was going to anyway, but Christ, this boy cuts to the chase. `` Ha, I guessed you 'd like bare as well '', I said. `` Yeah, I wan na feel your lust-juice flowing inside me, of course. ``
'' 'd Ya want a beer ? '' he asked. `` Actually, I just want you '', I replied. `` Can do ! '' he said, grabbed me by the shirt and dragged me to the hall and up the steps. At the top of the stair he said : `` right, we 're gon na enter my room now. There 's one rule in my room for bad boys like you ; no dress. Dump that stuff ! '' Hastely I took off my shirt, drawers and brake shoe, and put them on the chair that stood directly next to the door of his room upon entering. He grabbed my wrist and led me to sit on the bed. It really struck me as a boy 's room. Die-cast manakin cars on the shelf. Big meter rush bed bed sheet, and posters on the wall of One commission, and a half nude Justin Bieber.

He then, without warning, started an agressive French buss, taking me completely by surprise. He pushed me backward onto the bed and said, while his script grabbed my hard turncock ; `` so this bad boy has to enter me in a minute ? We 'd amend start with some preperations ! ``, and he immediatly started licking the head. `` If you get that one nice and wet, I 'll fix sure your pickle will be too '' I suggested. He nodded and turned, so we got into a 69 view, him with my prick down his teen pharynx, me rimming his bald pinko golf hole. HO-LY whoreson. That was one hell of a blow job. `` You sure have done that before, have n't you ? ``, I asked. He sniggered and swallowed my hard cock even a little deeper.
His hole was quick and wet, and I felt his consistency react as I pushed my tongue inside.
Meanwhile I was as horny as I possibly could be, and pre-cum started flowing in high up quantaty.
With a illumination sucking noise he pulled loose from my hammer, turned around and again gave me an agressive Daniel Chester French kiss.

He made sure I lied down properly on my back and started inserting my cock in his hole, using his entire bodyweight to slide down, column inch by inch.
About halfway down he let out a gasp and moaned 'fuck me !'.
'' well, goddammit, I did n't come here just to fuck you half !, I replied. I began thrusting up him powerfully, and with every thrust I entered a niggling boost. At about three after part down I picked him up, putting him on his back on the bed, simultaniously stepping off the bed, myself.
'' Oh yes, fuck me backbreaking ! ``, he panted. `` Use me as your jade ! ''. `` tinker's dam right field, I will !, I said, and started nailing his youthful hole even harder.
His face betrayed sporadic moments of pain, but on the whole, he took it like a champion. It was n't longsighted before I indeed was Lucille Ball cryptical inside him. `` Now the real employment begins ! ``, I said, and with long, voiceless and deep jabbing I started boning him so hard, the but things louder than his moaning were the squeeking of the bed, and the sound of my coxa hitting his butt.
He moaned like a small adulteress.
Nay, he moaned like a proper slut ... ...
Nay. He moaned like a cumwhore. MY cumwhore.
With every thrust he moaned, with every thrust the bed squeeked, and with every poking my hips slammed his bum. With every jabbing you could clearly see the synopsis of my cock pushing up behind his navel. That sight alone made me wan na fluff my loading instantly, but I refrained.

Another 10 thrusts, 15 thrusts ... I managed to squeeze out 20 More driving force before I buckled.
It was like a semen-grenade exploded in his tummy. My Ball poured and poured into this endearing Cy Young boy, and what felt like half a gallon of fresh cum sprayed inside his untested, slender and well specify tummy. Breathing heavily I collapsed atop him. With some oink and panting we turned, so both layed on the bed, my dick still inside him, as inscrutable as possible, keeping the seed deep in his belly.
'' Jezus fucking the Nazarene, you 're a rough one ! ``, he panted. `` And how big are your encumbrance ! ? ! Man, I can feel it running out of me as I speak ! '' And, indeed, however a lot cum was still plugged inside his tum, a thick flow of cum already started to drip from his hole, down my balls, exactly onto the crotch of one of the guys from Big time haste.
'' Goddamn boy, you 've got skills ! We definately should do this more often ! ``, I said.
He giggled and moved up and down a petty on my peter, which at the meter was still almost completely erect. `` My thoughts exactly '', he said. `` But would you bear in mind terribly if I was n't 16 ? ``
I laughed. `` Oh, it 's just a number, is n't it ? I do n't think I 'll have too much of a trouble with a 15.. ''
He giggled again and stretched out an arm over his promontory and grabbed his wallet from the bedsidetable. He took out his ID-card and turned it in such a way I could show it.
time lag a second.
That date.
That year !
It actually was the kid 's birthday that day ! His 14th ! !
'' Thanks for the birthday-fuck, big boy '' he said, smiling at the amazed expression on my face.
'' You cheeky little barbarian ! '' I said, `` you 've got some explaining to do about your experience, campaign I can really narrate you DO have a lot of experience ! '' `` Ha '' he laughed, `` for fuckers like you I wo n't observe closed book, if you really want to know, I 'm willing to say ... ''

Meanwhile my turncock twitched and became fully hard again, at the fruition I had just got me a 14 year old shtup chum, who was addicted to sex just as much as I am .