Back in my bi- curious Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I had this one supporter by the name of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from head to toe. On the weekends, my forefather would subscribe me over to his house, so I could hang with him and his younger chum, Steven. They were one year apart in age, but I was younger than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the metre, was always nice to me. He would always let me play first on video secret plan, and he spent more metre with me, than with his chum. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the support room of their forefather 's two story apartment. We were watching Snake On A Plane, a popular movie at the prison term. 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 foot. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a Brobdingnagian grin on his aspect. I politely gave him half a grinning, and turned my focusing back to the screenland. The nudging started again, this fourth dimension on my lower thigh, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this metre he was more seductive. His gaze held my tending. With his eye, he signaled to his fork, as if he wanted me to look down. I did. Through his contraband basketball shorts, I saw the schema of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to appear too anxious, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the movie.
On his third attempt, Francisco was playing with my feet, trying to enamour my attention. He did again. He signaled to his cock again, and to my amazement he was rock unvoiced. He mouthed the words `` 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 thick dick jump. The trap had snapped. He knew I was occupy. He jumped up from the sofa, and said to me and his chum, `` I 'm going upstairs to make for the biz '', in his overweight Puerto Rican idiom.
A few minutes later, I made my way upstairs, to find Francisco standing In the middle of his bedroom. Our eye met, and instantly pulled down his underdrawers. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erecting ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to touch it, this fourth dimension with auditory sensation. I acted as though I did n't desire to adjoin it, but every inch of my body was telling me to touch it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few footmark to word him and held out my held to grab for hit. When I made contact lens with his dick, it made my hand hot. I pushed down his foreskin to the groundwork of his shaft, 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 stifle, and stared at this huge man of man heart in front of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his putz, like a infant drools on his bib. I began to work the tip, and he tilted his head back, and let out a groan that was barely audible. I put my mouth 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 pubes tickle my nose. I grabbed his hips, and pulled them closer toward me, to reach his warm, thick peter to dive deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this time, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. He grabbed to back of my head tightly. He grabbed with such force out, pain came to my head, and the suction of his dick stopped. I held the both of his men, so I would be in control once again. I started to make the muscles in my throat contract, which made him squirm with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bust ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby batter soiled my face, along with the movement of my shirt.
We retreated to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. We took hand towels, and started to clean his sticky 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 round two already. I retired to my knee once again, and began to suck violently, for lubrication. I returned to my 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 fend up and do doggy. I felt like it would bruise less. So I pulled my denim around my ankle, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty palm grip my ass. I was really anxious and scared, because it was my first time having a teenage boy ram his tool into my virgin hollow. He licked his hired man, and lubricated his massive 8 column inch. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made circular motion with it around my taut mess. I whimpered a piddling as he allowed a tenth of an in to slide inside of me. I said through short gasps, `` Go slow down ''. In reception, he thrust every inch he had inside of me. I could feel his thick os pubis tickling the crack of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the can. I sat on the toilet for a moment, because I felt as though I needed to occupy a diddly. Nothing came. The botheration was so terrible, but I had no desire to finish. I went back into the bedchamber where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red putz. He explained to me that the solely reason he did that was to loosen me up. I told him that I did n't care and I was ready for more. I bent over in front of him yet again. This time, I held on to the frame of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the pain in the ass, but it was n't as intense as the outset time. Slower this time, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This time, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally cause me any more pain. The pain was still gift, but fainter and fainter on every stroke.
The pleasure came gradually. With each breathtaking solidus, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate. With each stroke, I could experience my shaft stab with angst. His fucking was more rhythmic now, and I started to throw 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 have a very intense orgasm. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his tender cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a unfounded wild boar, and we breathed with poor gasps, unable to sop up in full-of-the-moon breaths. Once again, we cleaned up and we played picture games as we usually did, as if aught had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his flat, we shared the most erotic of escapade. Once, even five times in one day .