Back in my bi- curious days, I had this one Friend by the name of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from header to toe. On the weekends, my Fatherhood would take me over to his star sign, so I could hang with him and his younger brother, Steven. They were one year apart in age, but I was youthful than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the time, was always gracious to me. He would always let me work first on video recording games, and he spent Thomas More time with me, than with his brother. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the support room of their father 's two story apartment. We were watching snake in the grass On A Plane, a pop moving picture at the time. Me and Francisco shared one of the two couches, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the moving picture, Francisco began to nudge my leg with his foundation. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a vast smile on his face. I politely gave him half a smile, and turned my focus back to the screen. The nudging started again, this meter on my scurvy thigh, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this time he was more seductive. His gaze held my attending. With his eyes, he signaled to his private parts, as if he wanted me to look down. I did. Through his grim basketball short pants, I saw the outline of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to search too unquiet, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the movie.
On his one-third attack, Francisco was playing with my base, trying to catch my attention. He did again. He signaled to his pecker again, and to my amazement he was rock hard. He mouthed the Book `` extend to it ''. In reply, I shook my head no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his thick shaft, and while he made his thick dick jump. The trap had snapped. He knew I was matter to. He jumped up from the couch, and said to me and his brother, `` I 'm going upstairs to roleplay the game '', in his toilsome Puerto Rican idiom.
A few transactions later, I made my way upstairs, to find Francisco standing In the middle of his bedroom. Our heart met, and instantly pulled down his boxershorts. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erection ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to touch it, this clip with sound. I acted as though I did n't want to adjoin it, but every inch of my trunk was telling me to contact it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few steps to Word him and held out my held to grab for hit. When I made tangency with his dick, it made my hand hot. I pushed down his foreskin to the base of his shaft, and he bit his lip. Begging me to go along. He said, `` Suck it ''. Again, I said no, but I slowly made my way to my knee, and stared at this huge piece of man centre in front 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 head back, and let out a moan that was barely audible. I put my mouth 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 pubic bone tickle my pry. I grabbed his hip joint, and pulled them closer toward me, to make his warm, wooden-headed pecker to dive deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this time, and he slowly began to make out my mouth. He grabbed to back of my nous tightly. He grabbed with such force, bother came to my head, and the sucking of his gumshoe stopped. I held the both of his bridge player, so I would be in control once again. I started to make the heftiness in my throat declaration, which made him wriggle with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bust ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty child batter soiled my brass, along with the front of my shirt.
We retreated to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. We took hand towels, and started to clean his gluey essence from off of us. When we returned to the bedroom, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone soft ! He was cook for beat two already. I retired to my knee once again, and began to fellate violently, for lubrication. I returned to my feet, unsure of what to do next, but Francisco guided me along. He told me to lie on my spinal column on the bed, but I said no. I wanted to digest up and do bow-wow. I felt like it would suffer less. So I pulled my jeans around my ankle, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty thenar clutches my ass. I was really anxious and scared, because it was my kickoff metre having a teenage boy ram his shaft into my virgin pickle. He licked his hand, and lubricated his monumental 8 column inch. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made circular motion with it around my tight hole. I whimpered a little as he allowed a ten percent of an column inch to slue inside of me. I said through inadequate gasps, `` Go slow ''. In reply, he thrust every inch he had inside of me. I could feel his thick pubes tickling the fracture of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the john. I sat on the toilet for a mo, because I felt as though I needed to take a damn. Nothing came. The botheration was so knockout, 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 dick. He explained to me that the only when grounds he did that was to untie me up. I told him that I did n't handle and I was quick for more. I bent over in front 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 in the neck, but it was n't as vivid as the first clip. Slower this sentence, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This sentence, he was assuage, so he would n't intentionally cause me any more pain. The pain was still present, but fainter and fainter on every stroke.
The pleasure came gradually. With each breathtaking cerebrovascular accident, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate. With each accident, I could feel my stopcock stab 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 body milk shake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to get a very vivid orgasm. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his warm cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a barbarian boar, and we breathed with myopic gasps, unable to pull out in wide intimation. Once again, we cleaned up and we played telecasting games as we usually did, as if nothing had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his apartment, we shared the most erotic of adventures. Once, even five times in one day .