CockTaleBar
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I 'm a 22yo sex-addicted Bi college guy from the Nederland with three passions in life-time : fitness, penning, and sex.
But to be honest, I only like to indite about sex. I only write about Real-Life events. The names, however, have been altered to ensure everybody 's privacy.

My fib also are posted at cocktalebar.tumblr.com





16 ... ish

A history about a boy called Sam that happened about half a class ago. I was 21 at the time, and it proved the starting signal of a chain of very cocksure events.

Aaaaaaand there I found myself, chatting with this cute young blond boy. Let 's call him Sam.
16 ( so, legal in my country ), short blond hair, bedroom optic and a shortly and thin build, according to the scene on his profile. The profile also stated he lived in the Lapp urban center as I do ( Leeuwarden, the Kingdom of The Netherlands ). He asked if i 'd like to camchat with him, case he likes muscled college guys, such as I. `` Sure'I said, `` I do n't mind watching unseasoned son, so it 's okay with me '', and I ended with the famous smiley, sticking out it 's tongue.
And 16 is indeed young than 21, so no problemo there.

We turned on our cams, and luckily it indeed turned out to be the cunning boy from the pic.
The amazement on his font was hard to hide, however. It was warm in my room, so I was only wearing a boxershort. `` Wow, you 're even more powerful than in your exposure ! ``
Indeed, the pic was about 4 months old at the sentence, and I had since put in some hard employment, and had progressed visably. `` Yeah, that 's what happens if fitness is your dearie hobby ... after sex '', I said.
He laughed and said sex was one of his magnanimous sideline as well.
But meanwhile, he was still fully dressed. He was wearing the Saame clothes as in his moving picture, with similar lighting, so it suggest the pic had been taken that very same day.

'' Say, do n't you think it 's fourth dimension for you to show up 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 awesome clear definition. From swimming and playing theater hockey, he explained. Busy piffling fry then. Seemed befitting though, he looked like he had the free energy of the vitaliser bunny girl with a Red Bull addiction. Exactly what I like in youngster, really.

Such a plastered body made my cock jump up, reporting for duty, instantly.
'' Whoa, looks like my body 's being approved ! How big is that monster ? ''
The conformation of my proud 7 and a half inches were clearly visible in my miserly Björn Borg boxershort. `` 7.5 ? Damn, that 's a lovely size ! '' It sounded like he had had experienced a similar sizing before. When I asked whether he had he answered `` to a greater extent than you 'd expect '', follow by a saint-like smiley with a malfunctioning halo. `` So, you 're an experience underside then ? I asked. `` Yeah, actually am ! But I 've also topped plenty already as well, think me. '' `` red cent, started nice'n early then', I asked. `` Boy, if only you knew ! '' he answered. I fought the melodic theme of continuing the line of enquiry. Instead, I decided to challenge him a bit ; `` Then you probably could show me a nicely discipline little hole, could n't you ? '' With barely a sentiment he turned around, directing his bum towards the cam, pulling down his undies and spreading his buttcheeks. I was looking directly into a vernal, hairless, well trained, pink boyhole, into which he effortlessly inserted two dry fingers. `` Damn, that 's looking goodness '' I said, `` surely looks like it 's used to having something up there '' He turned round briefly, to register what I had typed, and instantly inserted a 3rd finger. My hammer was ready to explode when he turned troll again and licked his fingers. His dick was almost fully hard now as well, showing a goodness, blockheaded, 6 inches. `` Looks like it 's working '' he said, referring to the fact the head of my cock had popped out above the ring of my shorts. `` Show me a little more. ``
'' It sure does '' I said, and pulled down my undies to yield a full view of my rockhard 7.5 in.
'' Damn bro, that 's definatly one I 'd wan na sit on. '' Cheeky blighter. 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 principal of my shaft will be smaking your diaphragm constantly. How grandiloquent 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 be intimate. '' 4'11 '', damn, this kid 's hair-do does n't even accomplish my schoulder.
'' Wan na bet you can, you say ? `` Be careful with what you 're betting on lil bro, I might have to charter that bet. '' `` I wish you did. I could use some action today ! ``
At first-class honours degree I thought he was joking, but the smell in his eyes was drained serious. Damn, this boy was up for it ! `` But, you probably do n't dare ... Another college guy with rugged talk, but without the guts to actually fill my maw. inferno, you probably do n't even shoot that big a load. ``
WHAT THE fuck ? ! ? ! Is this kid really challenging me ? Not the moxie ? Not a big freight ? This boy 's getting cheekier by the indorse ! `` Whatch it kid ! My load 's crowing than anything you 've ever felt before ! '' `` LOL, why do n't you issue forth prove it, big guy ? '' Followed by a line of 5 smilies, all sticking their tongue out at me. `` seed prove it ? Why, are you home alone, or summat ? And actually, where DO you experience ? '' `` Yes, my parents are away for the weekend, and my stepbro is at his mom 's. ``
His localization surprised me. `` What ! ? That 's the Lapplander neighbourhood I live in ! ``
Turned out he lived only 7 blocks away. `` Are you coming over then ? I really need to get some, man ! Hard as well ! '' 16 year old sportslad, home alone, a 10 minute of arc walk away from me ? Could I let such an oppertunity passing game 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 house, my halfhard dick swinging like mad in the sweatpants.
When I arrived I rang him up, and he said I 'd scoop come through the back door, via the garden. The gate in the fence was unbarred. As I walked up through the garden ( spell of grass on one incline, a footling pond with mini-waterfall ), he opened the spinal column door. Butt naked. His fat 6 inches pointing straight upward. He indeed did n't come up to my shoulders. `` semen inside '' he said. `` I intend to '' I said, playing the pun in his initial comment. `` Good '' he said, `` for a moment I was afraid you might 've brought safety. '' My tool jumped. Was this boy really actually telling me to bonk 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 row. ``
'' 'd Ya desire 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 G. Stanley Hall and up the step. At the top of the stairs he said : `` right, we 're gon na record my elbow room now. There 's one rule in my room for bad male child like you ; no clothes. dumpsite that material ! '' Hastely I took off my shirt, knickers and shoes, and put them on the chairperson that stood directly next to the door 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 role model cars on the shelves. Big clip Rush bed tabloid, and posters on the paries of One Direction, and a half au naturel Justin Bieber.

He then, without warning, started an agressive french osculation, taking me completely by surprise. He pushed me backward onto the bed and said, while his hand grabbed my hard cock ; `` so this bad boy has to accede me in a moment ? We 'd better start with some preperations ! ``, and he immediatly started licking the principal. `` If you get that one nice and wet, I 'll do sure your hole will be too '' I suggested. He nodded and turned, so we got into a 69 position, him with my hawkshaw down his teen throat, me rimming his bald pinko hole. HO-LY Shit. That was one hell of a blow job. `` You sure have done that before, have n't you ? ``, I asked. He sniggered and swallowed my unvoiced pecker even a little deeper.
His hole was warm up and wet, and I felt his body react as I pushed my tongue inside.
Meanwhile I was as ruttish as I possibly could be, and pre-cum started flowing in heights quantaty.
With a light sucking noise he pulled loose from my tool, turned around and again gave me an agressive French kiss.

He made sure I lied down properly on my back and started inserting my cock in his muddle, using his intact bodyweight to slide down, inch by column inch.
About halfway down he let out a pant and moaned 'fuck me !'.
'' Well, goddammit, I did n't come here just to lie with you half !, I replied. I began thrusting up him powerfully, and with every thrust I entered a piffling further. At about three after part down I picked him up, putting him on his spine on the bed, simultaniously stepping off the bed, myself.
'' Oh yes, fuck me strong ! ``, he panted. `` Use me as your fornicatress ! ''. `` shit right, I will !, I said, and started nailing his offspring gob even harder.
His facial expression betrayed sporadic moments of pain, but on the unit, he took it like a champ. It was n't retentive before I indeed was balls late inside him. `` Now the real workplace begins ! ``, I said, and with long, operose and deep thrusts I started boning him so hard, the only things louder than his moaning were the squeeking of the bed, and the sound of my pelvic arch hitting his butt.
He moaned like a petty slut.
Nay, he moaned like a right slut ... ...
Nay. He moaned like a cumwhore. MY cumwhore.
With every thrust he moaned, with every thrust the bed squeeked, and with every thrust my hips 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 fluff my lode instantly, but I refrained.

Another 10 poke, 15 thrusting ... I managed to squeeze out 20 more stab before I buckled.
It was like a semen-grenade exploded in his potbelly. My orb poured and poured into this adorable Lester Willis Young boy, and what felt like half a gallon of fresh cum sprayed inside his young, slender and well defined stomach. Breathing heavily I collapsed atop him. With some grunts and panting we turned, so both layed on the bed, my gumshoe still inside him, as recondite as possible, keeping the seed trench in his belly.
'' Jezus fucking Good Shepherd, you 're a rough one ! ``, he panted. `` And how big are your scads ! ? ! Man, I can feel it running out of me as I speak ! '' And, indeed, however much cum was still plugged inside his stomach, a thickly current of cum already started to drip from his hollow, down my ball, exactly onto the genitals of one of the guys from Big Time Rush.
'' Goddamn boy, you 've got acquirement ! We definately should do this more often ! ``, I said.
He giggled and moved up and down a petty on my cock, which at the time was still almost completely rear. `` My persuasion exactly '', he said. `` But would you mind terribly if I was n't 16 ? ``
I laughed. `` Oh, it 's just a turn, is n't it ? I do n't opine I 'll deliver too much of a trouble with a 15.. ''
He giggled again and stretched out an arm over his head and grabbed his billfold from the bedsidetable. He took out his ID-card and turned it in such a way I could learn it.
waiting 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 amazed expression on my face.
'' You cheeky little youngster ! '' I said, `` you 've got some explaining to do about your experience, campaign I can really differentiate you DO suffer a lot of experience ! '' `` Ha '' he laughed, `` for fuckers like you I wo n't prevent secrets, if you really want to cognise, I 'm volition to tell ... ''

Meanwhile my peter twitched and became fully hard again, at the recognition I had just got me a 14 year old fuck crony, who was addicted to sex just as often as I am .