Back in my bi- funny daylight, I had this one friend by the epithet of Francisco. Now, Francisco was a well- built, gorgeous, Latin American boy from chief to toe. On the weekends, my Father of the Church would postulate me over to his star sign, 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 courteous to me. He would always let me wreak first on video games, and he spent to a greater extent sentence with me, than with his sidekick. One day, Steven, Francisco, and myself were sitting in the living room of their Father of the Church 's two story flat. We were watching snake in the grass On A Plane, a pop movie at the time. Me and Francisco shared one of the two couches, while Steven had his own. About halfway through the flick, Francisco began to prod my leg with his infantry. Naturally, I gazed over, and he had a huge grin on his face. I politely gave him half a grin, and turned my centering back to the projection screen. The nudging started again, this metre on my low-down second joint, and once again, I looked over. He was smiling again, except this clock time he was more seductive. His gaze held my aid. With his center, he signaled to his fork, as if he wanted me to reckon down. I did. Through his grim hoops shorts, I saw the scheme of his Puerto Rican baby-maker. I tried not to look too queasy, so I smiled nonchalantly, and again watched the motion-picture show.
On his third attempt, Francisco was playing with my feet, trying to arrest my attention. He did again. He signaled to his dick again, and to my amazement he was rock hard. He mouthed the dustup `` concern it ''. In response, I shook my head no. But he was relentless. I stared at him while rubbed his thick cock, and while he made his thick dick leap. The trap had snapped. He knew I was occupy. He jumped up from the sofa, and said to me and his comrade, `` I 'm going upstairs to play the game '', in his wakeless Puerto Rican accent.
A few proceedings later, I made my way upstairs, to feel Francisco standing In the middle of his bedroom. Our eyes met, and instantly pulled down his drawers. He was sporting a violent red, throbbing erection ! I was dripping with angst. Again, he told me to touch it, this time with sound. I acted as though I did n't want to come to it, but every inch of my consistence was telling me to touch it. `` Reluctantly '', I walked a few steps to word him and held out my held to snap up for hit. When I made contact with his shaft, it made my hand hot. I pushed down his prepuce to the base of his gibe, and he bit his lip. Begging me to go. He said, `` Suck it ''. Again, I said no, but I slowly made my way to my human knee, and stared at this Brobdingnagian piece of man sum 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 solve the tip, and he tilted his headway back, and let out a moan that was barely audible. I put my backtalk on his red boss and worked my way down. I had sucked a dick before, and knew what I was doing. I made my way down, and let his pubis tickle my nose. I grabbed his hip joint, and pulled them closer toward me, to throw his warm, thickheaded shaft to dive deeper into my throat. He moaned louder this time, and he slowly began to fuck my mouth. He grabbed to game of my head tightly. He grabbed with such power, bother came to my head, and the suction of his dick stopped. I held the both of his script, so I would be in control once again. I started to make the muscles in my pharynx contract, which made him wriggle with pleasure. He cried out, `` I 'm gon na bust ! '' I pulled away, and his warm, salty baby batsman soiled my face, along with the straw man of my shirt.
We retreated to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. We took hand towels, and started to pick his sticky essence from off of us. When we returned to the bedroom, and he still had a stiffy. He had never gone gentle ! 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 suffer up and do pooch. I felt like it would hurt less. So I pulled my jeans around my ankles, and leaned forward. I felt his warm, sweaty medal hold my ass. I was really unquiet and scared, because it was my for the first time time having a teenage boy ram his cock into my virgin trap. He licked his hand, and lubricated his monolithic 8 inch. He slapped his dick on my ass, then he made circular gesture with it around my closely hole. I whimpered a slight as he allowed a tenth part of an in to skid inside of me. I said through suddenly gasps, `` Go deadening ''. In response, he thrust every inch he had inside of me. I could finger his midst loins tickling the scissure of my ass. Instantaneously, I pushed him out of me, and darted for the bathroom. I sat on the commode for a moment, because I felt as though I needed to take a shit. null came. The pain was so terrible, 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 only grounds he did that was to tease me up. I told him that I did n't deal and I was gear up for more. I bent over in front of him yet again. This time, I held on to the frame of the bed, expecting the worse. He entered inside of me. I winced at the painful sensation, but it was n't as intense as the 1st prison term. Slower this meter, Francisco inched his way inside of me. This time, he was gentle, so he would n't intentionally cause me any more nuisance. The infliction was still award, but fainter and fainter on every apoplexy.
The joy came gradually. With each breathtaking stroke, he dove deeper and deeper into my prostate. With each stroke, I could feel my stopcock pang with angst. His ass was more rhythmic now, and I started to shake off it back, and with each slant, he caught it effortlessly. I felt his body shake. ( I soon realized he did this when he was about to consume a very intense orgasm. ) He pulled out quickly, and let his warm cum explode all over my back. He grunted like a wild boar, and we breathed with scant gasp, unable to draw in entire breathing place. Once again, we cleaned up and we played video recording games as we usually did, as if nothing had happened.
But every weekend I returned to his flat, we shared the most erotic of escapade. Once, even five times in one day .