Back in my bi- peculiar Clarence Day, I had this one friend by the name of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latino boy from top dog to toe. On the weekends, my male parent would take me over to his house, so I could hang with him and his younger brother, Steven. They were one year apart in age, but I was younger than the both of them. Francisco, who was 15 at the time, was always nice to me. He would always let me play first on video recording secret plan, and he spent more time with me, than with his chum. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the living elbow room of their sire 's two taradiddle apartment. We were watching Snake River On A Plane, a popular pic at the metre. Me and Francisco shared one of the two couches, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the movie, Francisco began to poke at my leg with his pes. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a vast smile on his brass. I politely gave him half a smile, and turned my focus back to the screen. The nudging started again, this prison term 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 tending. With his optic, he signaled to his genital organ, as if he wanted me to count down. I did. Through his black basketball short, I saw the abstract of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to look too unquiet, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the movie.
On his 3rd try, Francisco was playing with my feet, trying to catch my aid. He did again. He signaled to his pecker again, and to my amazement he was rock intemperately. He mouthed the words `` Touch it ''. In reception, I shook my head no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his thick cock, and while he made his loggerheaded dick jump. The ambush had snapped. He knew I was interest. He jumped up from the couch, and said to me and his brother, `` I 'm going upstairs to wreak the game '', in his heavy Puerto Rican accent mark.
A few bit later, I made my way upstairs, to detect Francisco standing In the middle of his chamber. Our eyes met, and instantly pulled down his shorts. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erection ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to allude it, this fourth dimension with speech sound. I acted as though I did n't require to touch it, but every inch of my body was telling me to affect it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few steps to Scripture him and held out my held to take hold of for hit. When I made liaison with his putz, it made my hired hand hot. I pushed down his foreskin to the foundation of his shaft, and he bit his lip. Begging me to proceed. He said, `` Suck it ''. Again, I said no, but I slowly made my way to my stifle, and stared at this Brobdingnagian piece of man meat 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 straits back, and let out a groan that was barely audible. I put my brim on his red knob and worked my way down. I had sucked a prick before, and knew what I was doing. I made my way down, and let his pubes tickle my nose. I grabbed his pelvic arch, and pulled them closer toward me, to make his warm, blockheaded putz to dive deeper into my pharynx. He moaned louder this fourth dimension, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. He grabbed to back of my head tightly. He grabbed with such personnel, pain came to my headspring, and the suction of his dick stopped. I held the both of his men, so I would be in control once again. I started to stool the muscle in my throat contract bridge, which made him wriggle with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na tear ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby batter soiled my facial expression, along with the front end of my shirt.
We retreated to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. We took helping hand towels, and started to clean his sticky inwardness from off of us. When we returned to the bedroom, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone soft ! He was ready for round two already. I retired to my knees once again, and began to suck 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 back on the bed, but I said no. I wanted to stand up and do doggy. I felt like it would ache LE. So I pulled my jeans around my ankle, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty thenar grip my ass. I was really uneasy and scared, because it was my first base fourth dimension having a teenage boy ram his shaft into my pure hole. He licked his manus, and lubricated his massive 8 inch. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made circular gesture with it around my tight hole. I whimpered a little as he allowed a one-tenth of an inch to slide inside of me. I said through short pant, `` Go irksome ''. In response, he thrust every in he had inside of me. I could feel his thick pubic bone tickling the crack of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the lav. I sat on the privy for a instant, because I felt as though I needed to take a horseshit. zilch came. The pain was so dangerous, but I had no desire to stop. I went back into the bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was stroking his shiny, red dick. He explained to me that the sole reasonableness he did that was to loosen me up. I told him that I did n't deal and I was make for more. I bent over in front of him yet again. This fourth dimension, I held on to the underframe of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the pain, but it was n't as acute as the showtime fourth dimension. Slower this metre, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This time, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally get me any to a greater extent pain. The pain sensation was still present, but fainter and fainter on every cam stroke.
The joy came gradually. With each breathtaking CVA, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate gland. With each stroke, I could feel my cock pang 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 shake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to have a very intense orgasm. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his lovesome cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a wild wild boar, and we breathed with abruptly pant, unable to draw in wide-cut breaths. Once again, we cleaned up and we played TV games as we usually did, as if nada had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his apartment, we shared the most titillating of dangerous undertaking. Once, even five times in one day .