This is a true story about how I met the love of my life. When I met John, I had no idea he would become the love of my life.

toilet came over to visit my neighbor's brother. He was a very openhanded young man and extremely kind and thoughtful.

He saw me working outside and came over and introduced himself. His bright blue oculus and blond hair caught my eye along with his athletic body-build. He offered to help as he seemed bored with those he was visiting. He was in high school then. There was something particular between us and I wasn't sure of what his thoughts were. He was 16 and I was 21.

He came from a very religious Latter-Day Saint syndicate and a very exacting and controlling one as well. After he graduated from high gear school, I met him at church. He was now 18 and had grown even more fine-looking. I noticed the girls would gaze 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. whoremaster was just that handsome.

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

John left for montage that Fall and I missed seeing and talking to him. I knew he would be felicitous and have freedom he never had while dwelling. For that I was so glad for him.

He returned for Christmastime break and called and asked to do over. He greeted me with the most affectionate hug. As we hugged, our trunk melted together and for the 1st clip, I felt his strong-arm warmheartedness and heart. We visited for a duo of 60 minutes. After he left my psyche was confused. I tried to analyse what had happened and if he felt what I had felt.

I had been dating many cleaning woman. There were quite a few who loved me and wanted me as their married man. I loved many of them as well but not as often as they loved me. The embracing 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 unseasoned man.

About an hour after he left, my headphone rang. It was john saying how much he enjoyed visiting and having dinner at my sign of the zodiac. He wondered if he could come drop the night. I didn't think his controlling parents would approve. He didn't seem to let it devil him. He didn't have a car as he had flown plate and asked if I needed to come in pick 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 improper. Once we got to my family, he opened the garage door for me and as I saw him bend over mighty in front of me, I saw this perfective tense babble butt with his jeans tightly fitting the crack of his ass.

As I joined him in the mansion, he told me that he had a fighting with his parents. There were many children in his family and they told him he was a encumbrance to them and needed to create it on his own. He was scared and lost and didn't know what to do.

He was so harm 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 winter on his facial expression and capitulum, I held him to my bosom and wanted him to find do it and cherished when he had felt so rejected.

I told him he could slumber with me and he smiled and said OK. I was so nervous and knew him sleeping next to me was dangerous. He was a head turner and I knew fully that so many wished they were in my brake shoe. As he undressed down to his briefs, I saw his strong athletic body in a whole dissimilar ignitor. I saw the outline of his cock pass pushing up against his Jockey shorts. My mettle raced and I had butterflies in my venter. We had talked about women and I knew he had kept a promise to remain pure until he married. All the guy wire on his high shoal football squad teased him telling him he must enjoy a lot of slit since he was so hung and handsome. Now this choice young man was in my bed with solitary blanched Jockey shorts on.

He was excited and happy and hugged me as he made the excuse that it was coldness and we needed to hug. I had to push back some as I was getting knockout and didn't want him to know how sexually arousing this was. I laid on my back and told him I was tired and he did the Lapplander. After a few mo, he turned on his side facing me and said you make me so happy, then kissed me on my cheek. I kissed him back but on the sass. He pulled back and looked perplexed but then kissed me back passionately. He held my face as I held his.

We knew this was out but it felt so right. He laid on his face and held me all the patch I was resisting with all my forte to not take sex with him. Within 15 minutes, he was very audio asleep. My marrow was still pounding and my cock was rock hard. He was still lying on his side and I put my manus down his legal brief to hold his perfect bubble butt. As a ran my handwriting over his ass, I felt the strength of his fag muscleman and the utter roundness that an athlete has.

I looked as his brass as I massaged his ass and he was still out in a cryptical eternal sleep. He then rolled toward me and I was then lying on my back. He rolled on top of me and was lying compressed on top of me stomach to stomach, crotch to crotch. His heading was lying on my pillow and I could feel his breath on my face. I just wanted to hold back him and palpate him against me. I put my hands on his back and massaged his backrest brawn. As I did this he began to move his consistency grinding into mine. His putz was heavy against mine. I pushed up to bring my legal brief down and then pulled his down as well. The wholly time he was still out and sleeping soundly. His family line had mentioned they had a hard time waking him up and I knew that wasn't an overdraw comment.

Our defenseless physical structure felt so sodding together. I continued to hold and knead his backbone and his breathing intensified and then his grinding did as well. I felt his muscleman flex and loose and precum was flowing out of our cocks. 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 waist and thrusted himself pressing his cock against mine.

I finally pushed him up hard enough to not having his torso wardrobe against mine when all of a sudden, cum started coming out of his turncock and hitting my stomach, chest of drawers and face. I could see his prick twinging each time he had an orgasm. He shot 13 times with only the first and two finale stroke oozing out of his turncock while the others were massive streams of white cum splattering all over me.

I then was so turned on I shot 9 clock time with almost as lots cum. He laid back down on me breathing fast and deeply. I was so turned on but still a wreck knowing this could change everything and force him out of his Christian church. I finally was able to range him on his back and ran to the bathroom to wash the cum off of me. I went back with a warm wet cloth to clean him up as well. His member was still rock intemperate and after lying on my breadbasket and breast he was also covered with our cum.

The smell was so strong and such a turn on. I washed up some what I could and rinsed out the material and went back to clean off more. His putz was still jumping and oozing. After two trips to the sink, I went back to cleanse off his cock. 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 sure how to suck one either. But that's all I could think of. His hammer was still hard but not rock hard. I put his dick in my sassing and his tasting was amazing. goose bump popped up all over my body. I slowly sucked him and caressed his hammer in my rima oris. I found I couldn't take all of it without gagging so I did the in force I could. His eyes were still closed and he moaned and his body gyrated and he began thrusting his putz in and out of my back talk. I took it out to get a breath and saw his ballock rolling and flexing back and forth.

I was so guiltless at this meter and didn't know much about male to male sex but I knew what I liked. I rolled him to his face and saw his nude ass for the first time. I wanted him so badly and wanted to know how his ass felt compared to a woman's pussy. I laid side by side to him and held him. Oddly enough, he pressed back against me and loved being held. I said,"John Lackland, St. John the Apostle, are you wake up ?"No answer. John the Divine pressed his ass against me spooning me and my cock was pressing against his pinko hole. Precum was flowing out of me and I just pushed it into him. He was extremely tight and can almost pushed the blood out of my tool. I kept pushing and then his ass started a rhythm massaging my putz back and forth.

This was way better than pussy and once again I was at a point of no getting even. 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 future dawn. But the harder I tried the more he pushed against me and my hammer exploded once again but this time it was inside of him. His putz was rock hard and then cum pellet out of his prick. His cock was so vast after this.

I did my best to clean him up and I put his brief back on. Who would have thought this college jock would be such a sexual ass. I got in bed next to him and went to kip wondering if we would be friends the following dawn. more than to come…