He was so much larger than I was, thicker and uncut. Guy's foreskin came to an extended nipple like point and the end of his thick upturned shaft. He had a thick mane of pubic hair surrounding the first cock I had ever seen erect in person. The fumbling had been doing before pushing me down was his pants coming off. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back and down on the couch. But he just fumbled around a bit staring at my cock and breathing that sweet warm breath onto my exposed boner. I was so turned on feeling the eminent touch of his lips. I stared down at his head and my erection as he lingered for a few moments breathing on my cock. I felt the warm breath pouring over my dick. Guy reached down with both hands and pulled my shorts and underwear to the ground.
I had no idea what was happening or where this was going and did not want it to stop. The feeling of almost orgasm seeped through me in waves. I had never experienced the excitement of rapture before. The sensation of another's touch tingled thru my cock for the first time. He pulled his hand up along my belly and then down under the waistline of my shorts against my bare skin. I hardened quickly as only the young can. Guy kept his grip pulsing on my expanding boner. He held me and the warmth of his palm radiated into my penis. My eyes were drawn down watching his hand. He cupped his fingers around by bulge and gave me a slight squeeze. Guy's hand brushed my crotch as if by accident, but his motion stopped. He lingered for a few moments and brought his hand up from his side. I was standing in front of the couch and could not step back.
I had just stood up from the couch, on my way out, when he stepped into my space. Guy seemed to be showing me out of his place.
Since then, he has tried to add me on Facebook a few times (he keeps making new ones) but I block him every time.We had just finished up and I was ready to leave. After a few heated phone conversations that consisted of him drunk and accusing me of telling his friends that I didn’t even know, I finally blocked him on all social media and also blocked his phone number. He began to get really paranoid that I was telling people about our encounters. We hooked up a few times after that but I really began to question his sanity. He didn’t want his mom to come home and see that he had company. I then had to walk a block to my truck because he didn’t want me to park his driveway. I quietly opened the door and stepped outside. Luckily he had a door that led outside in his room. It obviously didn’t feel very pleasurable so I never ended up… Uhm… finishing.Ībout 30 minutes into the disastrous encounter, his mother comes home. He put the ziplock over my dick and tried to suck it. He went to the kitchen and got a ziplock bag (I kid you not). Neither of us had any condoms so he decided to get creative. He wanted to try preforming oral on me but didn’t actually want to put his mouth on my bare penis.
We jerked each other off for a few minutes but soon grew tired of it. His mom was still at work and would be for the next hour or so. I was pretty horny so I got in my truck and drove to his house. But, then it was a struggle.Īnyway, one day I had just gotten home from Hawaii with my family, I got a text from you know who asking me to come over. Now I find it funny because I have my own set of friends and am much more sure myself and what I stand for. In middle school, he was only nice to me when it was beneficial for him. He was (and probably still is) what you call a “follower”. You see, I use the word “friend” lightly. The conversation was usually nothing out of the ordinary and then would unexpectedly take a sexual turn. I had been texting an old friend back and forth for a couple months.