David Cums Onto To His Pleader


Anal, First-Time, Gay, Virginity, Young
Just to remind you - David was 19 and he lived with his younger baby, a smothering mother and a rather tyrannic father in the apartment upstairs. He was about 5'8 ”, slightly built and his eyes, as I recall, were greyish-blue. He was a studious eccentric, bright and articulate and he always had neat, gelled hair - except on the occasion when his first mate dumped him, drunk, on my doorstep that Night ! But that's the early story. This is a few month later.

In the interim, David and I had become booster. After I gave him refuge on the Night of his Birthday, he eventually wheedled out of me what had happened and that seemed to yield him the bravery to start confiding in me. low gear, if he passed through the car ballpark when I was cleaning the car, he would string up around, just making conversation. Then he began dropping-in on me in the flat whenever he could - often late in the even on his way home base from a night out. It was all quite Platonic and ‘ proper'and I gave him coffee and we talked about all sorts of material. I effectively became a variety of unofficial pleader for him.

One of the good things that seemed to have come from these chats was his increasing sureness and independency from his overbearing parents. After his natal day, when he was out all dark for the first time in his life ( his parents never knew that he spent the night zonked-out out on my bed, thank goodness ! ) they questioned him less and less about his approaching and expiration and seemed to give him more than freedom to be the Lester Willis Young man that he was. And a gorgeous immature man he was too ! Every sentence he came around, I couldn't stop from remembering my having to pull his pant off his drunk and sleeping trunk ; and his endearing tight black underpants ( with the white trim and piping ! ) - and all the rest. But I digress……..

I suppose he must sustain known that I had grown quite fond of him but I couldn't quite figure-out why he liked spending so a lot time with me until I got him onto the subject of sex one nighttime. My suspicions proved right. He knew that I was gay veracious from the offset ; so did his parents, because I had been fairly open about my erstwhile partner, now long gone, but it was only now that St. David admitted that he was gay too. Actually, the Holy Scripture he used were,"I think I might be gay."Yeah, well ! The difficulty was he wasn't sure because, although he had never had any pursuit in fille, his alone ‘ human relationship'was with this other lad, Gavin, who sounded to me pretty messed-up and who was driving David up the wall !

David was besotted with Gavin though. Gavin was ‘ Mr Wonderful ’, in every respect. He had been his full acquaintance at school and they had spent a lot of time together, in social class, at each other's homes, in each other's room's, etc. They had"messed around ”, as David so coyly put it, but had not"done anything serious ”. The reason for that was not because of any reluctance on David's part but because Gavin wasn't sure. According to David, Gavin wasn't sure about himself ; he wasn't sure what he was and he wasn't sure what he wanted ; in fact, although I had never met Gavin, from what Saint David told me about him, there didn't seem to me to be a whole lot Gavin was sure about ! He wasn't doing David any good, that's for sure, but like a secure counsellor, I didn't say this to David. But I did encourage David to keep back questioning what he was doing and whether it was getting him anywhere.

Eventually, David resolved to have it out ( so to speak ) with Gavin, once and for all, and to order him that he had to clear up his idea if he wanted to go forward his family relationship with David. If so, it was going to experience to involve"doing sex properly ”, as St. David so quaintly put it. David rang me on his mobile earlier in the evening to say he was going over to see Gavin ( again ) and that he expected tonight to be the dénouement and"can I do circle later to tell you how it went ? ”.
"Of course,"I said.
By 11.30, I figured they were probably"doing sex properly ”, to use David's words, so I went to bed. The doorbell rang about 11.45 and I threw on my dressing-gown and answered the door to retrieve David standing there, looking forlorn and with blood-shot eyes. I suspected he'd been crying.
At this point, I should advert that we had not been particularly tactile in our friendship up to now. Once the G-word had been discussed, David had taken to hugging me affectionately when I answered my breast threshold to him but that was as far as it had gone. So I was a niggling taken by surprise when, as soon as the door was closed, he threw his arm around me and split into rent !

"I've lost him !"he sobbed into my dressing-gown,"He's gone for good now ! What am I going to do ?"

Now, I don't wear pajama to bed and I'm ashamed to say that I already had a erection under my dressing-gown and I was desperate that he shouldn't find out, so I managed to deplumate him away from me and I steered him into the sleeping room, as the rest of the apartment was in darkness and the warming was off. I sat him on the bed, gave him a box of tissue paper and let him calm down enough to protrude telling me what had happened. fountainhead yes, I knew what had happened but that's what you do, don't you, at time like this !

After he calmed down a bit and the rent began to dry up, I made burnt umber and we sat on the bed for nearly an hour, with poor St. David recounting ( for the umteenth time ) every detail his life-story with Gavin, interrupted with turn of binge and sobbing and more tissues, until, when he had just about exhausted his supply of tears, he said,

"Can I stay with you tonight ? I can't go home now and risk waking Mum & Dad. If they see me like this, what would I say ?"

What could I say ? After all that had passed between us and after what happened that night on his Birthday, I couldn't turn him out now. I suppose, what I should have done is let him sleep on the couch but I somehow knew that he needed the physical solace of a friend beside him tonight, not just a low temperature couch to doss-down on for the dark. So I slipped discreetly back under the covers of the bed and just said,"OK ”, patting the top of the eiderdown beside me.

I pretended not to look as he shyly turned his back to me, taking his shirt and pant off and laying them over the chair. But even from the back, the scene of his slim, young trunk and his blemish-free skin sent thrill of excitement through me. I saw his cover girl pert bum, tonight clad in a rather jazzy span of garden pink and xanthous briefs, which he left on. As he climbed into bed on the early side, I found myself saying,

"Do you want to cuddle a patch ?"and I raised my arm as he quickly rolled across and snuggled up beside me, putting one arm around my heart and resting his headspring on my chest. His underpant-clad groin was pressed against my thigh and I had an hard-on again !

Slightly embarrassed that he might discover my erection, I rolled onto my side, facing away from him but still holding him to me. His arm was still clutched around my middle but his facial expression was now buried in the spine of my cervix and his extrusion ( which I was rather aware of by this time ) was pressing against the cheeks of my backside.

This seemed fine for a while and I thought he was settling-down to drowse. But then I felt his arm move and his hand start to stroke my breast, softly and gently at first, exploring and discovering my nipple. I didn't want his mitt ‘ wandering'any further, so I took keep of it with my own and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Unfortunately, I think he must possess taken that as a sign to go further because his mitt now pulled away and began ‘ wandering'down across my stomach. As he did so, I felt his manus brush against my erect electronic organ, unconstrained beneath the duvet. Needless to say, my meat was racing, surely loud enough for him to hear it ! His hand came to rest on my erect and sensitive penis and he closed his finger around it softly. I tried not to flip but, you know how it is, you can't assist it ; an unvoluntary spasm occurred in my inguen that manifested itself in a twitching in my appendage - followed by that familiar spirit feeling of a dip of pre-cum oozing from my tool.

portion of me wanted to quit him now, before it went any advance, but I'm sorry to say that I was so excited by this gorgeous young man pressed tightly up against me and with his hand around my organ that I just lay there, allowing him to stimulate the next move. Which he did.

He then began slowly masturbating me, using my own pre-cum as a lube. I'm uncut, and he was gently pulling my foreskin up and down over the damp read/write head of my erect organ and this just encouraged Thomas More pre-cum to feed. His digit seemed to be almost lovingly massaging the now swollen and moist head of my tool. I was so highly aroused by all this - and him especially - that I knew I wasn't going to be able-bodied to hold it. It was just too charge. Plus, I hadn't had sex or masturbated in the last three days !

Before I knew it, I felt that comrade aching feeling in my lump ; his continued apparent movement up and down with my prepuce and around and around with my penis-head, so firmly and yet so gently, soon elicited the inevitable issue - and I came. As I climaxed, I gasped in relief as my jism erupted though my tool and onto the bed-sheets. He soon realised what was happening under the bed-clothes and the motility of his hand became more embroil ; his finger clasped and enveloped the chief of my phallus, as I shot 3 or 4 more burden of my spermatozoan into his aegir paw and fingerbreadth. I was in agony and ecstasy at the Saame time, as my spasms continued until they subsided in his handwriting. It was then that he kissed me - on the rachis of the cervix - as we lay there. I was just breathing heavily, catching my breath, as I hugged him closer to me, as an unspoken acknowledgement of heart for what he had just done. I thought that would be it.

Quietly, he murmured my figure and then said,

"Will you let me do it to you ?"He said the intelligence with a kind of soft pleading in his vocalisation and I could finger his own erection bulging in his underpants, pressed hard against my buttocks.
"Don't you want to keep that for someone special ?"was all I could opine to say.

He said,"But you are someone especial,"and I breathed-in a trench breath of surrender, as I turned on the light and rolled over to look him in the face. His lovely blue-grey eyes were still sad and blood-shot from all his crying earlier but his nerve just looked like a wretched little puppy that wanted to be loved. I couldn't help it. I put my bridge player out, pulled his aspect to me and kissed him warmly on the mouth. Such full, balmy, voluptuous and delightful lips.

I thought that, possibly, I might have shocked him ; but no. He simply copied my move and put his hand behind my header, as we both melted into each other in such a loving buss that, to me, tasted like sweet dear ! My mind raced as I thought of all the unwritten rules I had just broken and I realised what thin ice I was on. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if he ended-up being hurt even more by what I had just done but somehow I must let known that he was old enough and sensible enough and that it was all going to be alright.

As he took his underpants off, I reached over to the console and got a condom from the drawer. I gave it to him and said,

"I suppose you know what to do with this ?"

He looked at me with a sort of sheepish smile that rundle of naughtiness and guilt. He took it from me and began opening it, as I rolled onto my front with a pillow under me. I reached out and passed him the lubricant, as I felt him climb over, astride and behind me.
I guess it was because it was his first time doing this that he was a bit frantic at first and I had to tranquilize him down.

"Take it slowly - gently. I'm not going anywhere !"I assured him, as he nervously prodded around for his entry. I reached behind myself with one hand and took clasp of his rock-hard erection, now clad in its covert, all slippery with lube, and I guided it to its destination. He pushed into me - a bit too arduous and a bit too far really - and I gasped in nuisance as his tool crashed my outer and inner sphincter almost simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he said,"Did I do it wrong ?"

I reassured him,"No. No, it's alright ; just have there a piece and let me relax."Good as gold, he waited for me to signal that he could impart on.

Once he began thrusting in and out of me, it didn't take him long. His apparent motion quickly became urgent, as I felt his upstanding humanness pushing up, deeply into my insides. I had cum already less than half-an-hour ago and yet the excitement of feeling him slapping his mole against my tail end, his arms astride my eubstance and his electronic organ inside me was getting me aroused again. He didn't realise it but his gruelling tool was also rubbing back and forth across my prostate and it was driving me towards another orgasm.

Within just a minute of arc or two, his thrusting became more desperate and forceful. He started moaning and whimpering, as he made lunge after lunge, hard into me. All the pent-up emotions and frustrations of his last-place year now came surging out of him and into me. I felt his organ throb and pulsing inside of me, as he shouted out his relief and then collapsed against my back with his arms clasped tightly around my dresser, his face buried in the nape of my neck. He was crying again, sobbing his heart out, and I realised at that present moment that at the superlative of his climax, he had been imagining that he was at last fulfilling his wish to urinate love to his beloved Gavin.

He had slipped out of me by this time and I let him sob against my neck for a moment or two, his bust and slaver running down the side of my neck and cheek. Then I moved around and turned over. With the deftness of experience, I quickly disposed of the safety from his now softening cock and as I lay back down, he fell onto me, hugging me and murmuring,

"I'm sorry ; I'm so sorry,"as I gently stroked his hair and comforted him. He knew that I knew - and that I understood. We both drifted-off to sleep in each former's arms.

I need not have worried about him. It was me that probably got hurt because we never made love again, although we became even firmer, deeper friend than before. He still called around for late nighttime chats but we never talked about that night and soon our conversations would include tales of his latest conquests and then his new"fellow ”, who he of form brought around to me to O.K. ! It's sad really, isn't it - but in a nice sort of way !
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