About myself, just a trivial. I was 5 11, and 135 lbs. a Junior in high. blond hair and a flimsy body.

A shotgun romanticism, or a twist of luck ?

Peter. I saw him on the first day of the second semester. Despite being in the like school for the previous one, I never one can remember if I saw him. However, this anomalousness ended when I walked into the final exam gym semester of my high school career. Pushing open the door into the storage locker room, a barbed gale of adolescent sweat assaulted my nostril. Being betimes on function, I walked directly into the changing process of the previous year time of day. Skinny, sweaty boys of all figure and size bustled about, changing out of their sweat-stained gym dress, walking out of the steamy showers, and slipping into fresh new clothing. I could barely bear myself with such a spectacle driving my internal secretion to the sky. I walked shakingly to a storage locker at the end of a row. Trying not to call forth intuition, I fumbled excruciatingly slow with my combination lock while peeking around, taking in the wad, sounds, and smells of a fantasy. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch a toweled boy base on balls to a locker next to mine. Immediately, my breathing became non-existent, my pulsing acceleration, and stemma shooting to between my leg. He stood about a little under six feet tall. His hair, dripping wet, hung over his brown middle. I let my eyes eat up his organic structure, tip muscular tissue pushing the veins to the surface on his arms tempt me to snap up them. His moderately toned six pack, complemented by the episodic brown freckle on his flannel skin, reach out for me from its tummy prison. Without knowing, I had stopped the fake maneuvering of my lock, instead standing completely still, drinking in the stunner pouring off of this boy. I watched the droplets of water trickle down his fount, his body. The nisus in my drawers was unbearable with the full force of my average-sized fellow member raging to be released."Ugh, I hate swim course of study !"I hear someone say. Snapping out of euphoria, I realized the boy was looking and talking to me."uh, yeah, big time"I muttered back to him through the biggest smile I had ever worn. He leaned his hands against his locker, revealing patches of brown axilla tomentum under each arm. I saw him reach for his towel, sentence slowed to a arrest and I lost common sense of the world. My only nidus, cosmos became his next actions. I hoped with all my heart that what was under the towel was as beautiful as the sleep of him. Slowly, he lifted the fold in his towel, sliding it off with his other hand. dashing hopes flooded my eubstance when I saw that he was still wearing his swimming short pants. Not wanting to be obvious in my concupiscent analytic thinking, I slowly, but carefully, began the process of preparing myself for my class. He started running his towel over his body to dry off. Starting with his hair, he scrubbed away the wet while sending water droplets flying onto me."Sorry !"he mumbled, noticing he was spraying me."It 's okay."I laughed back in answer."Do you have swim for the first off unit of measurement ?"He asked me while moving on to his body."No, I think we have badminton."“ Lucky you ”, he tells me, making full eye touch,"you do n't have to deal with arctic body of water and the effect that come with."That made us both laugh without breaking our electrifying gaze. Sadly, it off when he moved down lower. Without worrying about him catching me staring at him, my regard followed his actions. His wet shorts clung to his body like an extra level of skin. From my angle, I could see an obvious protrusion what could only hold been his prick. My mouth began to urine at the great deal of the heading. Even though he mentioned shrinkage, he did n't seem to have shrunk at all. Unless, of course, he had a monster caged up down there. My curiosity grew every indorsement to see him slide off those wet trunks. But again, as if tantalizing me, he crushed my hopes by wrapping his towel around his waist before sliding the chains that bound him. He reached in his locker, removing a pair of morose boxer briefs, and slid them on without a tinge of what was under his towel. With them on, he yanked off his towel and tossed it in the footlocker. His briefs hugged his body tightly. His round of drinks bubble butt was showcased perfectly in his attire. In his front, a good sized prominence complimented his butt perfectly. Too quickly by far, he had pulled on a distich of tightly fitting blue jean and a tee shirt."See you later, man !"he said to me before walking out of the elbow room."Yeah, later,"I replied to him. With the show over, I too got dressed in my gym clothes, though after letting my friend settle down, and sadly went to class.

For the rest of the day, I thought about that boy, leaving me in a state of perma-erection. I had completely fallen for someone who 's epithet I did n't even be intimate ! By the clip the cobbler's last bell screeched, I was quick to go habitation and blow the encumbrance of a century. I walked out of the school towards the bus, a thirty min ride to get rest home. For some odd reason, my bus was not in the place it usually occupied. It was probably late I thought to myself. I walked over to a small wall and sat down to hold off. I watched the other kids on the same bus as me cluster together in prevision."Do n't you have a bus to catch ?"I looked up to the Lapplander grinning that graced me earlier in gym division. Why was he talking to me ? We were barely acquaintances even."Uhhh, yeah. Well, I 'm supposed to, but it 's belatedly, I think."“ That sucks, I remember when I had to take the bus, all those annoying minor screaming just gave me a headache."“ God, I know, right ? If only I had a car !"I replied giggling. Immediately, he produced a set of samara and jingled them in front of my face."I guess not everyone can be as lucky as me. Let me tell you what, I can give you a ride household, you do n't even do it how longsighted you 're going to look for that shitty bus."Suspicion filled me as soon as the Holy Writ left his mild brim. The whole site was highly odd, and he even wanted to drive me home without even knowing my gens. But not wanting to escape a close-quarters trip with this boy, I replied,"Oh, trusted, that would be great, uhhh. .."“ St. Peter the Apostle"He finished for me."Oliver"I told him, returning my figure for his."Come on, I 'll take you to my car."I got up and followed him closely through the concourse of kids rushing to their omnibus. I saw my bus fly into the parking lot but purposely refrained from mentioning that fact to him. He led me to a small car and manually unlocked the threshold for me. inside, we made small talk, well, he made small talking. I just responded to his polite questions as best as I could through the distraction he presented to me. The whole time my heart raced Nascar and my jeans threatened to break loose. When we pulled into my void driveway, I made sure to steer out that my parents worked belated and did n't add up home for hour. To my surprise, he turned off his car and asked if he could use my bathroom."Yeah, no problem !"I replied to him, trying to hide the excitement from seeping into my voice. I walked him to my door, and inside, locking the door behind us."It 's right-hand here"I told him, gesturing to a doorway at the end of our entrance hall."Thanks"he replied as he closed the door behind him. A symphony orchestra of chaotic thoughts rushed through my headland. Oh my God ! I 'm alone with this guy ! Am I dreaming ? What 's going on ? I 'm so throw ! There 's no way that something like this happens ! What do I do ? Is he trying to set us up for something ? I must be dreaming.

My cerebration evaporated instantaneously as the door to the bathroom opened."Thanks, you have a really nice house."“ Thank you, you should see my elbow room ”. The endure part shot out before I could blockade it. Without showing a hint of suspicion, he replied"Yeah, I 'd love to ”. I ushered him to the stair, letting him go in presence of me. As he ascended the steps, I relished every minute watching him go, his tight jeans rippling over his hind end with every step he took. We entered my room, he walked around looking at my assembling of hooey, junk as others called it, treasure as I saw it, and I sat on my bed."You have a lot of account book ! It 's like a library !"He exclaimed."I love reading"was all I could say with my intellect trapped in a hole. He pulled off a Christian Bible I had nestled on top of others on the shelf, not wanting it to be found."This, is about a gay kid."He said, matter-of-factly. He flipped through the Thomas Nelson Page, not really reading anything, but engrossed in it, as though in deep remembrance."This is the most beautiful book that I 've ever read. Is it yours ?"A yes is all that I could come up. He set the book down carefully, as if it was a invaluable monomania."I think you and this book are the Saami thing. Beautiful."He whispers to me, his eyes still trained on the book, his finger's breadth running cushy phone line on the cover."I have to tell you the truth, the only thing inside my pass today, was you. I knew you were looking at me before. That 's when I knew. Everything after that, I did to be alone with you. To talk. You 're the outset someone to know about me, Oliver. The first."“ And what 's that ?"I croaked out, knowing the result already, my cheek bleating painfully while my head rode the Tilt-A-Whirl."I believe you already know that answer"He said, smiling at me, finally piercing me again with the luscious brown orbs of his eyes. He walked up to me, still sitting on my bed, and leaned into me, keeping his face mere cm from mine. I could smell the lingering traces of mess gum on his breath as it floated onto my face. My breathing quickened from his very presence."I think you. I think you love me."“ yes"I wheezed, transfixed in his stare. He leaned closer, his eyes closedown, and mine with his. His soft sassing met mine, engulfing my lip with his warmth, his Passion. His soft hair fell against me as we cascaded backwards onto my bed. He pressed me down with the entire weight and heat of his eubstance. His lingua preened about my backtalk, finding an entry and overcoming my dentition and embracing my tongue. His weaponry wrapped around my nous, his fingers running gently through my blonde haircloth, sending content of pleasure of double-dyed electricity. I ate up his breathing space, the air between us becoming shared, one system of breathing. His hands trickled softly down the nape of my neck. I searched his head, letting my digit dance in his fuzz like he did for me. He continued down my back, using my rachis as counsel, fingering each and every groove like a ladder. I felt his fingers flick under my shirt and I let him rupture it over my head, breaking our kiss for the slightest of moments. I pressed my back talk to his again, feeling the moisture of our finis encounter still fresh on his skin. I moved to remove his shirt, feeling the muscles bulge in his back, the stiff, unspecific shoulders moving in unison. In sec, his shirt was off, our kiss barely interrupted. Our chests met, our burning peel sticking together, binding us together in our passionate embrace. With my blazon wrapped around his strong back, he twisted us around, sending me on top of him. I licked his stamp lips, feeling a piano breath of satisfaction come from between them. He reached for my jean, skillfully unbuttoning and unzippering them together. Caressing my butt, he slid them down over my waistline, revealing the solid red of my drawers and my rock-hard fellow member tenting the front. I reached for his jeans, and tinkered with his button. Breaking our kiss, I moved on to snog his smooth cheeks, moving to his cervix, licking and kissing at will. I kiss every brown spot dotting his neck opening, his collarbone, and eat up every part of his shoulders. I grasp his hard chest, sculpted from his swim team experience, and visit his nipples, sucking the hard lead feverishly. I hear him let out a belittled moan of pleasure, and switch between making small circles around each tit with my tongue, and toying with the other with my fingers, squeezing them slightly. His mitt, still wrapped in my hair, drag and play sensually with my whorl, becoming locked with every minute of intense excitement. I let my hands explore his sweaty and hirsute armpits as I make a yearn lick with my glossa to the bulging heftiness of his stomach, dipping into his belly button for moment of fierce licking. He did n't taste bad, so I lapped away at the indentation, creating frisson of ecstasy that rippled through him, pleading for me to continue. My hand slipped over his heart and soul, feeling the high temperature erupting, the cutis pulse, and the pipe organ bouncing with every intense, fast beat. I caressed the area under his belly button, while simultaneously unbottoning his pants. I stuck my mitt under him, finally cupping the paragon that his jeans accentuated. I hooked my quarter round over his waistline, between his jeans and Jockey shorts, and pulled his jeans to his articulatio genus, eying the throbbing organ that pushed at the underwear that incarcerated it. Through his underwear, I kissed kissed it, breathed on it, intaking the sweet aroma that wafted from him. My tongue flicked over the magnanimous, cut head, causing him to visibly shake. He moved his manpower to my chin and pulled me back to his face, shoving his clapper back to mine. His hands then tore my jean from my body, leaving us both in just our underwear, our sticky tegument electrocution as one, our erection rubbing together in an act of immeasurable joy. Reaching for mine, and I for his, we grabbed each others extremity. With the treble touch, I nearly blew my load in my already pre-cum-soaked packer. As if by some mental link, we both hooked onto each others underwear, and pulled off our close left stitch of article of clothing. Leaving us there, two naked, sweaty, teenage boy rolling around on a bed, bound together in a kiss of sheer perfection.

Our dicks touched together for the first time since being naked. His brown, groomed patch of pubic whisker coming together mine. I squeezed at the round crescents of his hairless butt, massaging each slope. He traced pictures on my back with his fingers, tantalizing my face. To his remonstrance, I slipped back down his body. I spread his toned thighs apart and gazed at what he hid between his branch. A fountainhead proportioned, seven inch organ flopped around on his belly as he breathed. A well cared for coating of pubic hair adorned his penis, while his expectant musket ball pulsed, devoid of any pilus. With a manus on each, I rubbed each thigh through a pocket-size quantity of leg hairsbreadth. I began to lap up his inner second joint, slowly and intentionally moving upwards with his shake. My blonde hair drooped onto his crotch as I approached. My scent brushed against the acute heat of his bollock as I moved to them. I let my glossa starting signal behind them, and moved to completely engulf them from the back to front. I stuck them both into my mouth and sucked on them while he moaned in the ambiance. My natural language mapped out every ridge, every bump that they concealed. Having teased them enough, I let them fall out of my mouth, thick with a coat of my saliva, and moved onto the bigger plunder. I wrapped my hand around the base of his penis and directed it to stomach up. The tip of it gleamed red hot and dribbled a constant stream of precum. I started by licking up the sweet-tasting liquid from the tip, then moving to dip into the slit on top. My mouth soon followed by knife, my lips puckering and slowly wrapping around the head, filling my lip with his warmth. I allowed my mouth to linger momentarily on just the head, drinking in the precum that spewed out and exploring the orbit softly with my dentition and natural language. When I began moving forward, his moans erupted in soft explosions giving me ground to crusade on in my duty. His pulsing veins met my lip, the taste of the whole thing bristling on my taste buds. Without even thinking, my nose met his hair, greedily stealing in the fragrance of him, building my hormone to an impossibly high state. Despite my olfactory organ 's objections, I pulled back my back talk tho the head, but only ever so shortly. After a curt licking, I pushed forward again, smelling him again and repeating the process. Building a rhythm method. He clutched at my hairsbreadth, now sounding an Opera of ecstatic joy from the sassing I hungrily tasted. Sweat dripped from my brow and from his body alike. I cupped his wet balls with one hand, grasping them tightly and moving them about, feeling them hop around in sexual motif. My other hand flicked his his taint and fondled his cheeks, not knowing which to commit Sir Thomas More metre to. I built up Thomas More speed, bobbing faster and faster, his pecker poke at the back of my pharynx, doing its serious to make me gag. My mouthpiece lubricated his light beam with an intense mixing of his copious precum and my saliva, serving as a excitant to affect even faster. I heard him whisper something, an vivid monition to his orgasm. But I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to taste more of him. My mother wit wanted only him. I wanted to drink him in, taste him, smell him even more. tongue-tied words sputtered from his backtalk as I went impossibly faster with licking him like a savoury ice lolly. In a last, intense push, I threw my mouth onto him, filling me up completely, my nose engulfed in his hair, my paw squeezing his globes, and my other wrapped around his round nates. On cue, I felt his balls pulse and retract, signaling what came side by side. An impossibly hot liquid catapulted into my mouth, over and over again, coating my gustatory perception buds with a starchy taste. Thomas More and more flew from him, desiring nothing else but to be within me. I ravenously swallowed the gift that just kept on giving. He screamed out inn the backcloth in a euphoric state. Destroying my joy, the final stage of his reserves emptied themselves too soon. I pulled off of him with a slurp, and jumped on top of him. Staring at me intensely, he pushed me into a kneeling position on top of him and snapped for his go. Lifting his head up slightly, he took my equally sized organ into his mouth, lapping away like a man dying of hunger. My hormones, exploding from the eternity of stimulus, left nearly no time before I blew into him without a smidgen of warning. I collapsed onto him, fitting our sass together again despite our debilitation. A potent combination of semen and saliva impassioned our run down substitution even greater."I do. I really do do it you cock"I told whispered in his ear."Me too, I love you too Oliver. You do n't even know how much."With that, we continued our actions of love into eternity and not long enough by far .