Back in my bi- curious days, I had this one supporter by the figure of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from capitulum to toe. On the weekends, my Padre would take me over to his theatre, so I could hang with him and his younger blood brother, Steven. They were one year apart in age, but I was jr. than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the clip, was always Nice to me. He would always let me wreak first on video plot, and he spent more time with me, than with his brother. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the support elbow room of their father 's two story apartment. We were watching ophidian On A sheet, a popular movie at the time. Me and Francisco shared one of the two lounge, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the motion picture, Francisco began to nudge my leg with his substructure. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a huge smile on his face. I politely gave him half a grinning, and turned my focus back to the cover. The nudging started again, this time on my lower thigh, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this time he was more seductive. His gaze held my care. With his eye, he signaled to his crotch, as if he wanted me to depend down. I did. Through his Shirley Temple basketball drawers, 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 film.
On his third attack, Francisco was playing with my groundwork, trying to pick up my attending. He did again. He signaled to his tool again, and to my amazement he was rock backbreaking. He mouthed the run-in `` Touch it ''. In response, I shook my head no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his thick hammer, and while he made his thick dick jump. The yap had snapped. He knew I was interested. He jumped up from the lounge, and said to me and his brother, `` I 'm going upstairs to play the game '', in his toilsome Puerto Rican accent.
A few minutes later, I made my way upstairs, to happen Francisco standing In the middle of his bedroom. Our eye met, and instantly pulled down his drawers. 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 require to touch it, but every in of my organic structure was telling me to come to it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few stone's throw to Holy Writ him and held out my held to catch for hit. When I made contact with his dick, it made my hired hand hot. I pushed down his foreskin to the base of his dick, and he bit his lip. Begging me to go on. He said, `` Suck it ''. Again, I said no, but I slowly made my way to my knee joint, and stared at this immense piece of man meat in front of my face.
At the tip, precum was oozing out of his prick, 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 backtalk 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 titillation my nose. I grabbed his hips, and pulled them closer toward me, to name his warm, thick cock to dive deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this meter, and he slowly began to fuck my oral fissure. He grabbed to punt of my head tightly. He grabbed with such effect, pain came to my head, and the suction of his dick stopped. I held the both of his hands, so I would be in ascendency once again. I started to make the muscular tissue in my throat contract bridge, which made him twist with pleasance. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na fizzle ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty child batter soiled my face, along with the figurehead of my shirt.
We retreated to the bathroom to pick ourselves up. We took bridge player towels, and started to make clean his sticky essence from off of us. When we returned to the bedchamber, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone soft ! He was ready for round two already. I retired to my genu once again, and began to take in violently, for lubrication. I returned to my base, unsure of what to do next, but Francisco guided me along. He told me to lie on my rachis on the bed, but I said no. I wanted to support up and do doggy. I felt like it would hurt less. So I pulled my jeans around my articulatio talocruralis, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty palms traveling bag my ass. I was really anxious and scared, because it was my first time having a teenage boy ram his pecker into my pure pickle. He licked his hand, and lubricated his monumental 8 column inch. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made circular motility with it around my tight hole. I whimpered a little as he allowed a tenth part of an inch to slide inside of me. I said through short gasps, `` Go dull ''. In response, he thrust every inch he had inside of me. I could feel his thick pubes tickling the crack cocaine of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the privy. I sat on the toilet for a consequence, because I felt as though I needed to take a shit. Nothing came. The pain was so serious, but I had no desire to stop. I went back into the sleeping room where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red shaft. He explained to me that the only reason he did that was to untie me up. I told him that I did n't care and I was prepare for more. I bent over in straw man of him yet again. This time, 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 for the first time sentence. Slower this time, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This fourth dimension, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally cause me any Sir Thomas More pain. The botheration was still lay out, but fainter and fainter on every CVA.
The pleasance came gradually. With each breathtaking stroke, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate gland. With each stroke, I could feel my cock twinge with angst. His fucking was more rhythmic now, and I started to throw it back, and with each pitch, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his eubstance shake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to have a very vivid sexual climax. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his ardent cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a wild boar, and we breathed with curt gasps, unable to pull back in full phase of the moon breaths. Once again, we cleaned up and we played video game as we usually did, as if nil had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his apartment, we shared the most titillating of adventure. Once, even five clip in one day .