Back in my bi- curious days, I had this one acquaintance by the epithet of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latin American boy from chief to toe. On the weekends, my father would ingest me over to his theatre, so I could advert with him and his younger blood brother, Steven. They were one year apart in age, but I was immature than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the time, was always nice to me. He would always let me play first on video games, and he spent Sir Thomas More clip with me, than with his pal. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the living room of their father 's two story apartment. We were watching Snakes On A plane, a popular movie at the prison term. Me and Francisco shared one of the two couch, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the movie, Francisco began to nudge my leg with his pes. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a huge grinning on his face. I politely gave him half a smile, and turned my centering back to the CRT screen. The nudging started again, this time on my down in the mouth thigh, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this time he was more seductive. His regard held my care. With his center, he signaled to his genitalia, as if he wanted me to await down. I did. Through his black basketball shorts, I saw the outline of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to look too dying, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the picture.
On his third attempt, Francisco was playing with my pes, trying to catch my attention. He did again. He signaled to his hawkshaw again, and to my astonishment he was rock hard. He mouthed the word `` meet it ''. In response, I shook my foreland no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his thick cock, and while he made his wooden-headed cock saltation. 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 play the game '', in his arduous Puerto Rican accent mark.
A few instant later, I made my way upstairs, to discover Francisco standing In the middle of his sleeping room. Our middle met, and instantly pulled down his shorts. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erection ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to touch it, this time with phone. I acted as though I did n't want to reach it, but every column inch of my soundbox was telling me to pertain it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few steps to Good Book him and held out my held to snap up for hit. When I made physical contact with his gumshoe, it made my hand hot. I pushed down his prepuce to the base of his shaft, and he bit his lip. Begging me to go. He said, `` Suck it ''. Again, I said no, but I slowly made my way to my knees, and stared at this huge piece of man meat in front of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his dick, like a baby drools on his bib. I began to figure out the tip, and he tilted his point back, and let out a moan 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 pubes tickling my pry. I grabbed his hips, and pulled them closer toward me, to make his warm, thick prick to plunk deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this prison term, and he slowly began to fuck my backtalk. He grabbed to plunk for of my head tightly. He grabbed with such military force, pain in the neck came to my head, and the suction of his dick stopped. I held the both of his hands, so I would be in control once again. I started to make the muscles in my throat contract, which made him wriggle with delight. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na flop ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby hitter soiled my face, along with the front of my shirt.
We retreated to the toilet to clean ourselves up. We took hand towels, and started to houseclean his sticky nitty-gritty from off of us. When we returned to the bedroom, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone flaccid ! He was make for round two already. I retired to my knee once again, and began to absorb violently, for lubrication. I returned to my infantry, unsure of what to do next, but Francisco guided me along. He told me to lie on my rear on the bed, but I said no. I wanted to support up and do pooch. I felt like it would offend LE. So I pulled my jean around my ankles, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty palms grip my ass. I was really anxious and scared, because it was my first time having a teenage boy ram his prick into my virgin hole. He licked his deal, and lubricated his monumental 8 inches. He slapped his shaft on my ass, then he made circular motility with it around my cockeyed hole. I whimpered a little as he allowed a ten percent of an in to slide inside of me. I said through curtly pant, `` Go slow ''. In response, he thrust every inch he had inside of me. I could feel his thick pubes tickling the crack of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the toilet. I sat on the commode for a import, because I felt as though I needed to take a shit. naught came. The painful sensation was so severe, but I had no desire to intercept. 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 lone reason he did that was to untie me up. I told him that I did n't care and I was ready for more. I bent over in front line of him yet again. This clip, I held on to the frame of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the pain, but it was n't as intense as the first time. Slower this clip, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This meter, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally get me any more pain. The pain was still present, but fainter and fainter on every stroke.
The pleasance came gradually. With each breathtaking CVA, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate gland. With each shot, I could feel my cock twinge with angst. His shag was more rhythmic now, and I started to throw off it back, and with each delivery, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his body handshake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to have a very intense orgasm. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his warm cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a wild boar, and we breathed with short gasps, ineffective to tie in full breather. Once again, we cleaned up and we played telecasting game as we usually did, as if nothing had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his apartment, we shared the most erotic of adventures. Once, even five times in one day .