CockTaleBar
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I 'm a 22yo sex-addicted Bi college guy from the Netherlands with three mania in life : Fitness, penning, and sex.
But to be reliable, I only like to save about sex. I only write about Real-Life consequence. The names, however, have been altered to assure everybody 's privacy.

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16 ... ish

A story about a boy called Sam that happened about half a year ago. I was 21 at the meter, and it proved the beginning of a chain of very positivist events.

Aaaaaaand there I found myself, chatting with this cute Pres Young blond boy. Let 's promise him Sam.
16 ( so, legal in my area ), short blond hair, bedroom centre and a little and slender build, according to the pictorial matter on his visibility. The profile also stated he lived in the same city as I do ( Leeuwarden, the Netherlands ). He asked if i 'd like to camchat with him, cause he likes muscled college guy cable, such as I. `` for sure'I said, `` I do n't mind watching young male child, so it 's okay with me '', and I ended with the famed smiley, sticking out it 's tongue.
And 16 is indeed vernal than 21, so no problemo there.

We turned on our cams, and luckily it indeed turned out to be the cute boy from the pic.
The astonishment on his face was arduous to conceal, however. It was warm in my way, so I was only wearing a boxershort. `` Wow, you 're even Sir Thomas More brawny than in your picture ! ``
Indeed, the pic was about 4 months old at the time, and I had since put in some hard work, and had progressed visably. `` Yeah, that 's what happens if physical fitness is your deary hobby ... after sex '', I said.
He laughed and said sex was one of his biggest sideline as well.
But meanwhile, he was still fully dressed. He was wearing the Same apparel as in his picture, with similar lighting, so it suggest the pic had been taken that very Saami day.

'' Say, do n't you think it 's clip for you to show a little more skin as well ? '' I asked jokingly.
Without a word, he removed his shirt immediately, showing his slender build was accompanied by some awful sort out definition. From swimming and playing theatre hockey, he explained. Busy piddling tiddler then. Seemed befitting though, he looked like he had the energy of the energiser bunny with a Red Taurus addiction. Exactly what I like in child, really.

Such a tight trunk made my rooster parachuting up, reporting for duty, instantly.
'' Whoa, looks like my physical structure 's being approved ! How big is that monster ? ''
The contours of my proud 7 and a half inches were clearly seeable in my soaked Björn Borg boxershort. `` 7.5 ? Damn, that 's a endearing sizing ! '' It sounded like he had had experienced a similar size of it before. When I asked whether he had he answered `` more than you 'd wait '', follow by a saint-like smiley with a malfunctioning halo. `` So, you 're an experienced bottom then ? I asked. `` Yeah, actually am ! But I 've also topped plenty already as well, believe me. '' `` tinker's damn, started nice'n early then', I asked. `` Boy, if only you knew ! '' he answered. I fought the idea of continuing the bank line of question. Instead, I decided to dispute him a bit ; `` Then you probably could designate me a nicely trained short maw, could n't you ? '' With barely a view he turned around, directing his bum towards the cam, pulling down his undies and spreading his buttcheeks. I was looking directly into a youthful, hairless, well trained, pink boyhole, into which he effortlessly inserted two dry fingers. `` Damn, that 's looking good '' I said, `` indisputable looks like it 's used to having something up there '' He turned round briefly, to learn what I had typed, and instantly inserted a tertiary finger. My cock was ready to burst when he turned round again and licked his fingers. His prick was almost fully hard now as well, showing a respectable, thick, 6 column inch. `` Looks like it 's working '' he said, referring to the fact the psyche of my turncock had popped out above the striation of my boxershorts. `` Show me a little more. ``
'' It sure does '' I said, and pulled down my undies to give a full scene of my rockhard 7.5 inches.
'' Damn bro, that 's definatly one I 'd wan na sit on. '' Cheeky pest. I love it when youngsters know what they want, like that, and no difference here. You could n't fit it, if you wanted '' I teased. `` With your build, the drumhead of my hammer will be smaking your diaphragm constantly. How tall are you anyway ? '' `` Wan na bet I can ? ``, he answered. `` I 've taken 7.5s before, ya'know. And I 'm 4'11 '' if you must know. '' 4'11 '', damn, this kid 's hair-do does n't even reach my schoulder.
'' Wan na bet you can, you say ? `` Be careful with what you 're betting on lil bro, I might have to take that bet. '' `` I wish you did. I could use some action mechanism today ! ``
At first I thought he was joking, but the flavour in his eyes was dead severe. Damn, this boy was up for it ! `` But, you probably do n't dare ... Another college guy with tough talk, but without the bowel to actually fill my trap. pit, you probably do n't even fritter that big a load. ``
WHAT THE FUCK ? ! ? ! Is this kid really challenging me ? Not the guts ? Not a big load ? This boy 's getting cheekier by the second ! `` Whatch it kid ! My load 's openhanded than anything you 've ever felt before ! '' `` LOL, why do n't you issue forth prove it, big guy ? '' Followed by a rail line of 5 smilies, all sticking their tongue out at me. `` Come prove it ? Why, are you home alone, or summat ? And actually, where DO you live ? '' `` Yes, my parents are away for the weekend, and my stepbro is at his mom 's. ``
His positioning surprised me. `` What ! ? That 's the Sami neighbourhood I live in ! ``
Turned out he lived only 7 cube away. `` Are you coming over then ? I really call for to get some, man ! Hard as well ! '' 16 year old sportslad, plate alone, a 10 mo walk away from me ? Could I let such an oppertunity strait by ? I DON '' T THINK SO !

After he gave his adress and cellphone number, I jumped into some sweatpants and threw on a T-shirt, and jogged to his star sign, my halfhard putz swinging like mad in the sweatpants.
When I arrived I rang him up, and he said I 'd best come through the game room access, via the garden. The gate in the fence was unlatched. As I walked up through the garden ( plot of ground of grass on one incline, a piffling pond with mini-waterfall ), he opened the punt door. Butt naked. His fat 6 inches pointing straight upward. He indeed did n't come in up to my shoulders. `` ejaculate inside '' he said. `` I intend to '' I said, playing the pun in his initial remark. `` safe '' he said, `` for a second I was afraid you might 've brought condom. '' My cock jumped. Was this boy really actually telling me to make out him bare ?
I was going to anyway, but Christ, this boy cuts to the chase. `` Ha, I guessed you 'd like bare as well '', I said. `` Yeah, I wan na feel your lust-juice flowing inside me, of course. ``
'' 'd Ya want a beer ? '' he asked. `` Actually, I just want you '', I replied. `` Can do ! '' he said, grabbed me by the shirt and dragged me to the hall and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs he said : `` right, we 're gon na enter my room now. There 's one rule in my room for bad male child like you ; no dress. rubbish dump that hooey ! '' Hastely I took off my shirt, pants and shoes, and put them on the chairwoman that stood directly succeeding to the room access of his room upon entering. He grabbed my radiocarpal joint and led me to sit on the bed. It really struck me as a boy 's way. Die-cast model machine on the shelves. Big Time Rush bed flat solid, and placard on the wall of One commission, and a half naked Justin Bieber.

He then, without warning, started an agressive Gallic buss, taking me completely by surprisal. He pushed me backward onto the bed and said, while his manus grabbed my backbreaking putz ; `` so this bad boy has to enter me in a minute ? We 'd better starting with some preperations ! ``, and he immediatly started licking the fountainhead. `` If you get that one nice and wet, I 'll form sure your hole will be too '' I suggested. He nodded and turned, so we got into a 69 position, him with my dick down his teen throat, me rimming his bald pink hole. HO-LY Shit. That was one underworld of a blow job. `` You sure have done that before, have n't you ? ``, I asked. He sniggered and swallowed my hard cock even a little deeper.
His hole was ardent and wet, and I felt his consistence react as I pushed my glossa inside.
Meanwhile I was as horny as I possibly could be, and pre-cum started flowing in gamey quantaty.
With a light sucking randomness he pulled loose from my cock, turned around and again gave me an agressive french kiss.

He made certain I lied down properly on my back and started inserting my tool in his hole, using his stallion bodyweight to slue down, in by inch.
About halfway down he let out a pant and moaned 'fuck me !'.
'' well, goddammit, I did n't come here just to fuck you half !, I replied. I began thrusting up him powerfully, and with every thrust I entered a little boost. At about three quarters down I picked him up, putting him on his back on the bed, simultaniously stepping off the bed, myself.
'' Oh yes, fuck me toilsome ! ``, he panted. `` Use me as your slut ! ''. `` Damn right, I will !, I said, and started nailing his offspring hole even harder.
His brass betrayed sporadic moments of pain, but on the whole, he took it like a title-holder. It was n't long before I indeed was balls deep inside him. `` Now the existent body of work begins ! ``, I said, and with long, hard and oceanic abyss thrusts I started boning him so hard, the lone thing louder than his moaning were the squeeking of the bed, and the sound of my pelvic girdle hitting his butt.
He moaned like a little slut.
Nay, he moaned like a proper fornicatress ... ...
Nay. He moaned like a cumwhore. MY cumwhore.
With every jab he moaned, with every jabbing the bed squeeked, and with every thrust my pelvic arch slammed his bum. With every thrust you could clearly see the schema of my cock pushing up behind his navel. That sight alone made me wan na blow my loading instantly, but I refrained.

Another 10 thrusting, 15 thrust ... I managed to squeeze out 20 more push before I buckled.
It was like a semen-grenade exploded in his tummy. My testis poured and poured into this lovely Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy, and what felt like half a gallon of fresh cum sprayed inside his offspring, slender and well fix breadbasket. Breathing heavily I collapsed atop him. With some grunts and panting we turned, so both layed on the bed, my dick still inside him, as deep as possible, keeping the ejaculate deep in his belly.
'' Jezus fucking Christ, you 're a rough one ! ``, he panted. `` And how big are your loads ! ? ! Man, I can experience it running out of me as I speak ! '' And, indeed, however practically cum was still plugged inside his belly, a thick stream of cum already started to drip from his hole, down my balls, exactly onto the fork of one of the guys from Big meter Rush.
'' Goddamn boy, you 've got skills ! We definately should do this more often ! ``, I said.
He giggled and moved up and down a niggling on my prick, which at the metre was still almost completely erect. `` My thoughts exactly '', he said. `` But would you mind terribly if I was n't 16 ? ``
I laughed. `` Oh, it 's just a issue, is n't it ? I do n't think I 'll have too often of a problem with a 15.. ''
He giggled again and stretched out an arm over his head and grabbed his wallet from the bedsidetable. He took out his ID-card and turned it in such a way I could read it.
Wait a second.
That date.
That year !
It actually was the kid 's birthday that day ! His 14th ! !
'' Thanks for the birthday-fuck, big boy '' he said, smiling at the gravel reflection on my face.
'' You cheeky little tyke ! '' I said, `` you 've got some explaining to do about your experience, grounds I can really tell you DO give a lot of experience ! '' `` Ha '' he laughed, `` for fuckers like you I wo n't prevent secrets, if you really want to know, I 'm volition to narrate ... ''

Meanwhile my cock twitched and became fully hard again, at the fruition I had just got me a 14 yr old fuck buddy, who was addicted to sex just as much as I am .