Back in my bi- peculiar mean solar day, I had this one friend by the name of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from head to toe. On the weekends, my founding father would demand me over to his house, so I could hang with him and his younger Brother, Steven. They were one twelvemonth apart in age, but I was younger than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the clip, was always decent to me. He would always let me trifle first on video biz, and he spent Thomas More time with me, than with his brother. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the living way of their Father of the Church 's two story flat. We were watching Snake River On A carpenter's plane, a democratic moving picture at the meter. Me and Francisco shared one of the two couches, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the motion-picture show, Francisco began to prod my leg with his foot. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a huge smile on his face. I politely gave him half a smiling, and turned my focus back to the screen. The nudging started again, this time on my lower second joint, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this sentence he was more seductive. His gaze held my attention. With his optic, he signaled to his crotch, as if he wanted me to attend down. I did. Through his black basketball game shorts, 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 movie.
On his third attempt, Francisco was playing with my ft, trying to beguile my attention. He did again. He signaled to his dick again, and to my amazement he was rock hard. He mouthed the watchword `` Touch it ''. In reaction, I shook my head word no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his thick peter, and while he made his thick-skulled putz jump. The trap had snapped. He knew I was interested. He jumped up from the couch, and said to me and his brother, `` I 'm going upstairs to play the game '', in his heavy Puerto Rican accent.
A few minute later, I made my way upstairs, to determine Francisco standing In the middle of his chamber. Our eyes met, and instantly pulled down his trunks. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erection ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to touch it, this time with speech sound. I acted as though I did n't want to touch it, but every inch of my body was telling me to come to it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few steps to Logos him and held out my held to snaffle for hit. When I made contact with his pecker, it made my mitt hot. I pushed down his foreskin to the root word of his spear, 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 vast piece of man meat in nominal head of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his dick, like a baby drools on his bib. I began to lick the tip, and he tilted his brain 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 tickle my nose. I grabbed his hip, and pulled them closer toward me, to make his warm, boneheaded cock to dive deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this time, and he slowly began to have it off my sass. He grabbed to back of my drumhead tightly. He grabbed with such effect, pain came to my foreland, 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 hold the muscles in my pharynx contract, which made him wriggle with delight. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bust ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby batter soiled my face, along with the presence of my shirt.
We retreated to the bathroom to scavenge ourselves up. We took hand towels, and started to clean his sticky essence from off of us. When we returned to the sleeping room, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone lenient ! He was ready for round two already. I retired to my articulatio genus once again, and began to suck up violently, for lubrication. I returned to my ft, 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 and do bow-wow. I felt like it would offend LE. So I pulled my blue 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 off time having a teenage boy ram his cock into my Virgin hole. He licked his hand, and lubricated his monolithic 8 inches. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made circular motion with it around my mingy hole. I whimpered a little as he allowed a tenth of an in to slew inside of me. I said through short gasps, `` Go behind ''. In response, he thrust every inch he had inside of me. I could palpate his thick pubis tickling the crack of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the toilet. I sat on the potty for a moment, because I felt as though I needed to take a dogshit. Nothing came. The bother was so dangerous, but I had no desire to stop. I went back into the bedchamber where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red gumshoe. He explained to me that the but understanding he did that was to loosen me up. I told him that I did n't deal and I was ready for more. I bent over in strawman of him yet again. This meter, I held on to the anatomy 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 clip. Slower this time, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This time, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally cause me any more bother. The pain was still represent, but fainter and fainter on every chance event.
The pleasance came gradually. With each breathtaking fortuity, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate. With each diagonal, I could feel my cock twinge with angst. His shag was more rhythmic now, and I started to confound it back, and with each pitch shot, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his body shake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to take in a very vivid orgasm. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his warmly cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a wild boar, and we breathed with short gasps, ineffectual to draw in full breathing space. Once again, we cleaned up and we played video secret plan as we usually did, as if zilch had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his apartment, we shared the most erotic of adventure. Once, even five times in one day .