First Feelings Part 2.
Thinking upon it, I had been unusually reckless going back to his place with that man, particularly since I'd suspected that he'd have a male partner there ready and waiting and so it had turned out. It was sheer luck that they happened to be a harmless pair, greedy perhaps but then - yes on reflection I'd had a good time too...and as I dwelt upon it I found myself going hard, there is something very satisfying about inducing such a state of excitement in a couple of men but still...I resolved to be more cautious in future. So, was there anyone else home? No? Carefully I unzipped myself, yes my prick was ready and then I began a delightful, slow, fondle then as the pace picked up I slid a hand inside my shirt...ooooh that delicious thrill as fingers touched that nipple...and you pretending it's someone else caressing that breast...this was going to be a long one so swiftly I closed the door to my room and then lay across the bed making sure I could view myself in the wall mirror...and unbidden, memories came back.....
It had been during late summer last year and I'd been in the habit of riding my motorbike around the countryside, occasionally I'd find some inviting spot and there I'd stop - if secluded enough I'd divest my jeans to relax upon the grass, fingers inevitably slipping between my buttocks as I let my imagination loose. It was during one such session that the thought occurred, there was a local spot, notorious in a way, where it was said that a certain sort of man would visit when dark.....to do things with other men and I wondered. The thought was exciting but I'd be cautious.....what if...but I'd had pricks up me before, other boys' pricks to be sure but would I let a man fuck me? Maybe he'd only want us to masturbate...I felt more comfortable with that thought since I knew I was good at pleasuring other boys..so 'yes' the idea had merit...I would choose an evening when my parents were out.
The moon was new providing just enough light - I sat astride my motorbike with the light turned off and waited for my eyes to get used to the shadows. Slowly I managed to pick out dim shapes of cars near the cliff top, bushes and stunted trees grouped on either side, there wasn't a sound and then behind me up the path I'd ridden came a vehicle, some distance from where I sat he doused his lights and came on in the dark to stop some yards ahead of me. After a lengthy pause someone emerged. Then I heard his voice, right beside me "Um..er...looking for...anyone in particular?" Startled I too dithered, coughed and answered "Depends....what they want really...yeah, I wouldn't mind having a little ...fun..with someone...." I thought I heard a sigh of relief then "You seem quite young, hard to tell but - you ARE over 18 aren't you?". That was easy, I lied "Oh yes, no problem". It was hard to tell in the dark but he seemed to be thinking then said "I don't get the chance to come here often so...I don't just want a 'quicky' you know, maybe we could sort of...take our time?" "Yeah" I answered cautiously "I've never been here before - so where do we go?" He was silent obviously thinking "There's a path somewhere over here...so, you SURE you are over 18 then?" He had an arm around my waist "You have a very slim figure...". "That's exercise, I do long distance (in other ways too! I thought)" Silence as he drew me after him along the path, bushes brushing as we went, now I began to hear them, rustlings and subdued moans abruptly cut off, occasional whispers...my partner kept walking until the sounds faded and then drew me into what might have been a small clearing. There we stopped and listened.
Satisfied it seemed, my partner drew me to him, a finger tilted my chin and I felt his warm lips...I was used to kissing and responded with my tongue, encouraged hands began to roam my body as I could feel his breathing quicken. Pulling away the shadow said "God, you have a lovely body...let's just feel..." his hands moved to my buttocks, fondling each he again muttered "Oh God, can we get those pants off - please? Oh yes please....." I undid my belt and impatient to get a feel of me he slid the jeans down, there I stood half naked in the gloom while my - "lover" I now supposed - enjoyed my body. At last I felt his finger intrude and I urged him on "That's nice, yess oh yesss, further...yes you can...there.....stroke too, around the hole.....yeah....here, let me..." and I fumbled for his zipper, slowly releasing his prick, out it shot....oooh yes, I cupped it in my hand "There, how does that feel?" In response his other hand took hold of my own penis and there we stood, silent and savouring the feeling, tentatively I began to fondle him, there was a sharp intake of breath "Slowly, please do it slowly...don't wanna cum too soon...oh this is lovely....make it last..." so saying his fingers gently toyed around my knob I encouraged him "So nice.....yeah keep doing that...know what, I'm starting to feel nice and randy, you know, that sort of very sexy feeling you sometimes get when you're doing things?". I knew my voice probably sounded funny - my chest tightens when I'm all aroused. He was good at what he was doing with me, I'll say that..suddenly he whispered "Oh God I've missed this...so much....she doesn't realise.....I need it....here, let me.." His hands disengaged, I didn't have to wait long to discover what he was up to. Moist warmth engulfed my prick - he was sucking me! Hands clasped my buttocks pressing me to him, in response I let my hands caress his bobbing head and arched my back as he got really busy but after a while I called a halt "That's nearly doing it, need to stop or I'll be coming...yeah, oh lovely but...enough" He listened and got to his feet, as I resumed fondling his prick I was panting so when his proposition came I was receptive, his voice was wavering as he asked "Would you let me...fuck you, please, please but if you haven't done it before never mind....but I need so badly...to feel my prick in you...if it's OK, I've got some stuff with me....we can use....?" My excitement mounted as I heard this, in fact I nearly came there and then so I said "OK, here give me that stuff and I'll cover your prick for you, then you can fix me up - 'back there'. There's something satisfyingly sexy about anointing your lover's prick, the sensuous feel as you slide your hand along it, knowing what's to happen....
Shaky fingers felt for my hole and then I felt the cool lubricant, he probed deeply and then applied more, the act felt sexual in itself because I knew what would follow and savoured the preparation but one question occurred to me "How d'you want to do it, think the grass is OK or....?" "God, I can't wait....there's a tree here, there - want to put your hands against it, Christ....you feel good, tight little mounds..yeah, just relax..." His prick was probing between the cheeks he'd been admiring so I thrust out my buttocks for him as he guided himself to my entry...I always loved this bit, the anticipation as they press against the rim and then the sudden discomfort and...then the satisfaction of feeling him swell and travel up inside...another conquest because I now held him inside me, his fingers desperately clutching my hips and the desperate sob uttered "Oh Christ! I'm in....." He had considerable self control I must say because he took me slowly, oh so slowly, he was probably wanting to let himself go but instead - well we both enjoyed it, and he wasn't too bad at it either. Strangely, it is while a man is having me that I take time to reflect on the act, I seem to derive extra enjoyment from an appraisal of what is happening, almost absent mindedly I detached one of his hands from a hip and brought it round to my groin. He took the hint and began playing with my prick as he fucked me. Again he commented "Oh yessss, I've needed this...so badly, she'd kill me if she knew...but you know, there's nothing like...doing it...with another man, I mean we handle pricks better...know just how to do it...and you sort of feel better, love having my hands on you...think I'll be cumming soon...how're you going?" I was going very well....so I told him to cum when he was ready and I'd be with him.
He was sobbing as he let himself go, so ramming my buttocks back against his tummy to stop him slipping out I luxuriated in my own release, it was one of the better ones I'd experienced and he continued to masturbate me as I came. Behind me I heard someone gasping in great gulps of air, his swollen prick remained stretching my passage but then slowly shrinking became eased out, I could feel the sticky residue begin to trickle down my thighs and then, we separated. "Thank you, thank you...so much but please, come here...please..." I turned to him only to be enfolded in his arms, I was smothered in kisses, some brief, some lingering - I felt special...very special and for the first time began to understand that sex could be a very powerful thing. So, as I seated myself on my motorbike I was abruptly brought down to earth for the hard saddle pressing into me emphasized something - I was still oozing his cum!