The Outside World V2


Anal, Blowjob, Gay, School, Teen, Young
Two sixteen year old boys explore outside the confines of the sleeping accommodation - part two of Teen Painting V2

We were walking by a river near my family, when we decided to sit down by the embankment. It was a hot day, and we were enjoying our summer vacation. We had spent the good afternoon previously in my bedroom getting rather well acquainted, and already, I was looking lustfully at my new found sex friend.

We sit down on the embankment - it is soft and sandlike. Taking in the view, we sit back and let the world toss us by. It's a tranquillity topographic point here, cypher really knows about this discussion section of the lake, and the few that do are not enough to provide much of a ordered beguilement. The conversation hangs mid-air - neither of us wanting to wreak up the old afternoon, but both of us looking for the encore. We stammer over subject after subject, trying to keep off the chief one. We eventually just sit quietly, looking out over the river at the wildlife that provides an choice distraction.

I look at him, he is lying down, in a tee shirt and short pants, there is a luminance breeze but his hair is gelled down so it doesn't movement. God, he is devilishly attractive. I'd jump on him now. I'm not bad myself - I have a similar appearance - brown hair, gelled down, jersey, trunks. But it's his smile. He could get down a room up with it - no kidding.

I lean in for a flock on the mouth - we being away, I don't particularly want to show my new found sexuality off to the adorning public, but instead of it being the intended peck, he doesn't release his clutch pedal. We kiss, our tongues lightly bounce off each others, god, he should love what that does to me. I open my oculus, his are closed, lost in the moment. He raises his hired hand to my chest, caressing it lightly, arousing me all the more. I lean down further, for full body middleman, as our bodies entwine together, getting More and more aroused by the newness of it all. I move so that I am lying between his wooden leg, he raises them, crossing his pes around my back. I giggle as we part brim, he smiles up at me, with the spirit of devilment that meant only one thing.

He reaches for the air mile holding my boxershorts up, I pretend to protest, but I can not lie - I was excited at the impending activities. He opens the mi and the zip, and reaches into my undies and pulls out my phallus. As he gently teases it, I release his boxershorts, pulling them down slightly, along with the rachis of his own undies, gaining access to his anus. I pull out his penis, and rive on it, as I reach down to snog it. I work gently from the bottom of the shaft up to the top, and encircle my tongue around the head.

I take his member in my backtalk as I start to finger his anus, one finger, then two. When he is close to climax, I place the question of my member at his anus, teasing it lightly. I roll the foreskin back and push the head against it as it slowly disappears from view. I am so turned on that despite reaching orgasm 6 fourth dimension yesterday, I am already close to orgasm now. With my penis header inside him, I watch as my prick is slowly taken in, inch by in. With one groan, he moves his pelvic arch, and in one move, I am in as far as I can be.

He moaning, and me panting with the hotness of the day, we start to move. Gently, we move in unison. The wind blows on my partially exposed rear end, as I move my body in towards his, I move my hands up his jersey, feeling every blemish, every rib and feature. Our speed quickens, we kiss and kiss and osculate. I try to slow down, but he is having none of it. He instructs me to move faster, faster, faster. I am out of breath as I reach the plateau. I want to persist at that tableland forever. Faster and faster, his legs around me stiffen, his dead body sinew clench, his buttocks squeeze on my shot, oh I am so turned on, just one more thrust, one more pant, one More moan and I thrust myself in as far as I can thrust, with each thrust making us emptier than before.

Not wanting to check, I take his phallus in my hand, it has lost its erection, but I take it in my sass and gently figure out it up once again. Precum starts leaking out, and I know he is quick. I push down my boxers at the rear, move up his body, teasing his leaking member all the patch. I rub his penis between my tooshie, and gently commence to guide it in, head first, I move back gently, and with one Gustavus Franklin Swift swoop, I take his whole spear in. It presses against my prostate, making my penis leak precum on his venter. I move my manus back up his tshirt, exposing his chest, I want him to be naked, so I take it off, before he undresses mine.

We gently move, once again in unison. He flinches at the sensitivity of the head of his penis, as I tease him. In revenge, he pulls on mine, giggling all the while. We start to focalise, he bucks his hips towards me, away from me, I move up and down, his precum lubricating his shaft all the while.

As we continue to move, his penis continues to press against my prostate, making me desire to wildly orgasm, but he moves down slightly, as he bucks harder into me, my moans making him untamed and Thornton Wilder, he moves back up again, presses down on my hips, wooden leg getting tenser, chest muscles clenching deftly, my penis can take no Thomas More and I orgasm, erupting on his abdomen, as he gives one final examination stab that sends him into euphoria.

We keep moving, slowing down as our soundbox spasm and writhe to the orgasmic belief. We kiss as we return to earth, the sunlight getting warmer, as we separate, get dressed and head household .
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