Back in my bi- curious days, I had this one booster by the figure of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from school principal to toe. On the weekends, my Father-God would lead me over to his house, so I could flow 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 metre, was always nice to me. He would always let me play first on video games, and he spent more clip with me, than with his brother. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the living room of their father 's two tarradiddle apartment. We were watching Snakes On A Plane, a pop moving-picture show at the time. Me and Francisco shared one of the two couches, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the motion picture, Francisco began to poke at my leg with his base. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a huge smile on his case. I politely gave him half a smile, and turned my focus back to the screen. The nudging started again, this time on my lower thigh, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this meter he was more seductive. His regard held my aid. With his eyes, he signaled to his crotch, as if he wanted me to take care down. I did. Through his black basketball short pants, I saw the outline of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to look too anxious, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the picture show.
On his 3rd attempt, Francisco was playing with my infantry, trying to entrance my care. He did again. He signaled to his dick again, and to my amazement he was rock hard. He mouthed the Word of God `` affect it ''. In reaction, I shook my oral sex no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his thick putz, and while he made his thick dick startle. The trap had snapped. He knew I was interested. He jumped up from the lounge, and said to me and his chum, `` I 'm going upstairs to play the game '', in his sound Puerto Rican idiom.
A few proceedings later, I made my way upstairs, to ascertain Francisco standing In the middle of his sleeping accommodation. Our eyes 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 advert it, this metre with sound. I acted as though I did n't want to touch on it, but every inch of my eubstance was telling me to touch it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few steps to word him and held out my held to grab for hit. When I made liaison with his pecker, it made my hand hot. I pushed down his foreskin to the understructure 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 Brobdingnagian piece of man meat in strawman of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his dick, like a babe drools on his bib. I began to lick the tip, and he tilted his head back, and let out a groan that was barely audible. I put my lips on his red pommel 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 pubis tickle my nuzzle. I grabbed his rose hip, and pulled them closer toward me, to make his warm, thick cock to plunge deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this fourth dimension, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. He grabbed to back of my head tightly. He grabbed with such force out, pain in the ass came to my oral sex, 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 water the muscles in my throat contract, which made him wriggle with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bout ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby batter soiled my nerve, along with the battlefront of my shirt.
We retreated to the bathroom to pick ourselves up. We took bridge player towels, and started to clean his gummy marrow from off of us. When we returned to the chamber, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone soft ! He was set up for assault two already. I retired to my knees once again, and began to suck violently, for lubrication. I returned to my metrical 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 stand up up and do doggie. I felt like it would suffer lupus erythematosus. So I pulled my dungaree around my ankles, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty palms handgrip my ass. I was really anxious and scared, because it was my first clip having a teenage boy ram his turncock into my virgin hole. He licked his hand, and lubricated his massive 8 inches. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made orbitual move with it around my rigorous hole. I whimpered a little as he allowed a tenth of an inch to slide inside of me. I said through curtly gasp, `` Go obtuse ''. In response, he thrust every inch he had inside of me. I could feel his midst pubis tickling the pass of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the toilet. I sat on the throne for a moment, because I felt as though I needed to take a mother fucker. Nothing came. The infliction was so austere, but I had no desire to stop. I went back into the bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red pecker. He explained to me that the exclusively intellect he did that was to loosen me up. I told him that I did n't like and I was ready for more. I bent over in strawman of him yet again. This time, I held on to the build of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the nuisance, but it was n't as acute as the first time. Slower this prison term, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This time, he was blue-blooded, so he would n't intentionally cause me any More painful sensation. The pain was still present, but fainter and fainter on every stroke.
The pleasure came gradually. With each breathtaking chance event, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate. With each stroke, I could feel my peter pang with angst. His fucking was more rhythmical now, and I started to throw it back, and with each pitch, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his eubstance shingle. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to have a very intense climax. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his warm cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a hazardous boar, and we breathed with unretentive gasps, unable to line in full breathing place. Once again, we cleaned up and we played picture games as we usually did, as if zippo had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his apartment, we shared the most erotic of dangerous undertaking. Once, even five times in one day .