Back in my bi- rum twenty-four hours, I had this one supporter by the name of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from chief to toe. On the weekends, my father would get hold of me over to his home, so I could hang with him and his younger brother, Steven. They were one year apart in age, but I was younger than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the fourth dimension, was always nice to me. He would always let me spiel first on video games, and he spent more meter with me, than with his buddy. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the living room of their father 's two tale apartment. We were watching Snakes On A plane, a pop movie at the time. Me and Francisco shared one of the two sofa, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the movie, Francisco began to nudge my leg with his foot. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a huge smile on his face. I politely gave him half a smile, and turned my nidus back to the screen. The nudging started again, this prison term on my lower thigh, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this fourth dimension he was more seductive. His gaze held my attention. With his eyes, he signaled to his crotch, as if he wanted me to look down. I did. Through his contraband basketball shorts, I saw the outline of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to take care too nervous, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the film.
On his third attack, Francisco was playing with my metrical foot, trying to pick up my attention. He did again. He signaled to his peter again, and to my astonishment he was rock punishing. He mouthed the word of honor `` match 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 tool jump. The trap had snapped. He knew I was worry. He jumped up from the lounge, and said to me and his Brother, `` I 'm going upstairs to play the game '', in his heavy Puerto Rican speech pattern.
A few minutes later, I made my way upstairs, to find Francisco standing In the middle of his bedroom. Our center met, and instantly pulled down his shorts. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erecting ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to tinct it, this clock time with audio. I acted as though I did n't want to touch it, but every inch of my consistence was telling me to equal it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few footstep to word him and held out my held to snaffle for hit. When I made contact with his cock, it made my handwriting hot. I pushed down his foreskin to the radical of his quill, 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 knees, and stared at this Brobdingnagian spell of man meat in front of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his dick, like a child drools on his bib. I began to work out the tip, and he tilted his headway back, and let out a groan that was barely audible. I put my lips 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 os pubis titillation my olfactory organ. I grabbed his hips, and pulled them closer toward me, to make his warm, chummy cock to dive deeper into my pharynx. He moaned louder this clock time, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. He grabbed to plump for of my head tightly. He grabbed with such force, pain in the ass came to my head, and the suction of his dick stopped. I held the both of his manus, so I would be in control once again. I started to draw the muscles in my throat contract, which made him worm with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bust ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby batter soiled my font, along with the front of my shirt.
We retreated to the lavatory to clean ourselves up. We took hand towels, and started to clean his sticky burden from off of us. When we returned to the bedroom, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone soft ! He was fix for round two already. I retired to my human knee once again, and began to draw violently, for lubrication. I returned to my feet, 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 resist up and do doggy. I felt like it would pain less. So I pulled my jean around my ankles, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty ribbon hairgrip my ass. I was really dying and scared, because it was my firstly prison term having a teenage boy ram his cock into my virtuous hole. He licked his mitt, and lubricated his massive 8 inches. He slapped his cock on my ass, then he made broadsheet gesture with it around my wet fix. I whimpered a fiddling as he allowed a tenth part of an column inch to slide inside of me. I said through short pant, `` Go slow ''. In answer, he thrust every inch he had inside of me. I could palpate his thick pubes tickling the crack of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the bath. I sat on the can for a import, because I felt as though I needed to take a diddly-squat. Nothing came. The botheration was so severe, but I had no desire to blockade. I went back into the chamber where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red dick. He explained to me that the only reason he did that was to undo me up. I told him that I did n't care and I was fix for more. I bent over in social movement of him yet again. This fourth dimension, I held on to the frame of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the annoyance, but it was n't as vivid as the first of all clip. Slower this clock time, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This time, he was docile, so he would n't intentionally induce me any more pain. The annoyance was still lay out, but fainter and fainter on every fortuity.
The delight came gradually. With each breathtaking separatrix, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate. With each chance event, I could feel my turncock stab with angst. His fucking was more rhythmic now, and I started to project it back, and with each pitch, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his trunk shake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to stimulate a very intense sexual climax. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his tender cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a barbaric boar, and we breathed with short gasps, unable to draw in full breaths. Once again, we cleaned up and we played video games as we usually did, as if naught had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his apartment, we shared the most erotic of adventures. Once, even five times in one day .