This is a confessedly chronicle about how I met the passion of my life history. When I met John, I had no idea he would become the love of my life-time.

whoremonger came over to chit-chat my neighbour's brother. He was a very bighearted offspring man and extremely kind and thoughtful.

He saw me working outside and came over and introduced himself. His bright blue angel eyes and blonde hair caught my eye along with his athletic physique. He offered to help as he seemed bored with those he was visiting. He was in high-pitched school then. There was something special 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 Mormon household and a very strict and controlling one as well. After he graduated from high up shoal, I met him at church service. He was now 18 and had grown even more bighearted. I noticed the girls would stare at him. As their heart scanned his consistence, I knew they were dreaming of him without clothes and wanting to be with him even though that 's not what they were taught to do. John Lackland was just that handsome.

I knew he dated very petty and would escort in mathematical group as it was safer for them to not be tempted into lustful affair.

St. John the Apostle left for montage that Fall and I missed seeing and talking to him. I knew he would be happy and have freedoms he never had while domicile. For that I was so glad for him.

He returned for Christmas break and called and asked to come in over. He greeted me with the most affectionate hug. As we hugged, our bodies melted together and for the first time, I felt his physical warmth and affection. We visited for a couple of hours. After he left my creative thinker was confused. I tried to psychoanalyse what had happened and if he felt what I had felt.

I had been dating many adult female. There were quite a few who loved me and wanted me as their husband. I loved many of them as well but not as lots as they loved me. The embrace John and I had was more than I ever felt with any woman. I was confused and my warmness raced with the idea of this beautiful young man.

About an hour after he left, my phone rang. It was John saying how much he enjoyed visiting and having dinner at my theater. He wondered if he could come spend the night. I didn't think his controlling parents would okay. He didn't seem to let it annoy him. He didn't have a car as he had flown household and asked if I needed to come cream 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 wrong. Once we got to my house, he opened the garage door for me and as I saw him twist over mighty in front of me, I saw this perfect bubble nates with his jeans tightly fitting the crack of his ass.

As I joined him in the theater, he told me that he had a competitiveness with his parents. There were many children in his kinfolk and they told him he was a load to them and needed to make it on his own. He was scared and lost and didn't know what to do.

He was so hurt 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 side and ear, I held him to my warmness and wanted him to find loved and cherished when he had felt so rejected.

I told him he could sleep with me and he smiled and said OK. I was so nervous and knew him sleeping adjacent to me was dangerous. He was a head turner and I knew fully that so many wished they were in my shoes. As he undressed down to his briefs, I saw his unassailable athletic body in a whole different light. I saw the outline of his cock caput pushing up against his briefs. My heart raced and I had butterfly stroke in my stomach. We had talked about adult female and I knew he had kept a promise to remain pure until he married. All the guys on his high school football team teased him telling him he must enjoy a lot of pussy since he was so hung and well-favored. Now this pick youth man was in my bed with lone white brief on.

He was excited and happy and hugged me as he made the alibi that it was stale and we needed to hug. I had to push back some as I was getting hard and didn't want him to acknowledge how sexually arousing this was. I laid on my back and told him I was tired and he did the same. After a few minute of arc, he turned on his face facing me and said you make me so happy, then kissed me on my cheek. I kissed him back but on the sassing. He pulled back and looked perplexed but then kissed me back passionately. He held my side as I held his.

We knew this was out but it felt so right. He laid on his side and held me all the spell I was resisting with all my strength to not receive sex with him. Within 15 min, he was very speech sound asleep. My heart was still pounding and my hammer was rock hard. He was still lying on his side and I put my script down his briefs to obligate his utter bubble butt. As a ran my mitt over his ass, I felt the strength of his rear end muscles and the perfect roundness that an athlete has.

I looked as his face as I massaged his ass and he was still out in a deep sleep. He then rolled toward me and I was then lying on my back. He rolled on top of me and was lying plane on top of me stomach to stomach, crotch to crotch. His head was lying on my pillow and I could feel his breath on my nerve. I just wanted to hold him and feel him against me. I put my manus on his back and massaged his cover sinew. As I did this he began to run his organic structure grinding into mine. His cock was hard against mine. I pushed up to take away my briefs down and then pulled his down as well. The whole time he was still out and sleeping soundly. His kin had mentioned they had a knockout time waking him up and I knew that wasn't an exaggerated comment.

Our naked dead body felt so perfect together. I continued to concur and massage his backrest and his external respiration intensified and then his grinding did as well. I felt his muscle flex and unstrain 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 Sir Thomas More while he was sleeping. I felt it to be so ill-timed. I tried pushing him away and onto his back. Instead he pulled me by my shank and thrusted himself pressing his cock against mine.

I finally pushed him up hard enough to not having his soundbox military press against mine when all of a sudden, cum started coming out of his cock and hitting my abdomen, pectus and side. I could see his prick twinging each time he had an climax. He shot 13 times with only the beginning and two last guess oozing out of his cock while the others were massive watercourse of Andrew D. White cum splattering all over me.

I then was so reverse on I shot 9 clip with almost as practically cum. He laid back down on me breathing fast and deeply. I was so turned on but still a wreck knowing this could shift everything and military force him out of his church building. I finally was able to roll him on his rachis and ran to the bathroom to wash the cum off of me. I went back with a warmly wet material to clean him up as well. His penis was still rock-and-roll gruelling and after lying on my stomach and chest of drawers he was also covered with our cum.

The scent was so potent and such a play on. I washed up some what I could and rinsed out the cloth and went back to make clean off more. His cock was still jumping and oozing. After two slip to the cesspool, I went back to make clean off his putz. 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 draw one either. But that's all I could think of. His cock was still unvoiced but not rock hard. I put his putz in my mouth and his taste was amazing. gooseflesh popped up all over my physical structure. I slowly sucked him and caressed his cock in my oral cavity. I found I couldn't take all of it without gagging so I did the best I could. His eye were still closed and he moaned and his physical structure gyrated and he began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. I took it out to get a breath and saw his Lucille Ball rolling and flexing back and forth.

I was so innocent at this time and didn't know much about male person to male sex but I knew what I liked. I rolled him to his side of meat and saw his naked ass for the first prison term. I wanted him so badly and wanted to lie with how his ass felt compared to a charwoman's pussy. I laid next to him and held him. Oddly enough, he pressed back against me and loved being held. I said,"John, Saint John, are you arouse ?"No answer. toilet pressed his ass against me spooning me and my cock was pressing against his pink hole. Precum was flowing out of me and I just pushed it into him. He was extremely besotted and King John almost pushed the blood out of my cock. I kept pushing and then his ass started a rhythm massaging my cock back and Forth River.

This was way better than snatch and once again I was at a point of no recurrence. I tried to rive 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 next morning. But the harder I tried the more he pushed against me and my tool exploded once again but this clock time it was inside of him. His dick was rock hard and then cum dig out of his putz. His cock was so huge after this.

I did my skilful to scavenge him up and I put his briefs back on. Who would have thought this college suspensor would be such a sexual bottomland. I got in bed next to him and went to sleep wondering if we would be friends the next break of the day. More to come…