Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. No characters in this story are real.
John
The party was great. I could not believe all the people who were there. Guy friends and very foxy girls from both the public and private schools showed up. I kept my eyes on a couple of chicks with fine asses and huge tits. Those hotties with blonde hair and brown eyes really add to the heat too as well as those super cute girls with turned up noses and perky little tits.
As the night progressed and some folks began to leave, the ones who paired up for make out sessions were really getting it on. One couple, Dana and Mike were getting it on so loudly I could hear every orgasm Dana had. Mike was very lucky to have Dana as a girlfriend.
She was perfect in every way, beautiful full 36C tits with big suckable nipples, long smooth legs, a nice natural blonde bush, the sweetest tasting pussy that always smelled like roses, and of course, brown eyes.
Mike and I had been childhood friends for as long as I can remember. (Truth is we took each other's virginity in the 6th grade :-}. And we really enjoyed our "sleepovers". In those days, we were hotties too. He and I still sneak in a blowjob or slow, comfortable fuck.)
How do know all this about Dana? She used to be my girl until a totally unreal bombshell came along. Talk about HOT! This red head named Terri would not take no for an answer until she fucked me silly one autumn Friday night after a football game. She was actually a virgin to my surprise. Dana found out about Terri and me and called Terri a cum-eating whore (partly true), and kicked me in the nuts so hard my left nut swelled to the size of a baseball.
I could not fuck or even jerk off for 8 weeks. (A couple of wet dreams helped a tiny bit but scared me shitless. My cum was tinged with blood. I used to love Dana. I just want to fuck her again.) That did not stop Terri and me or at least Terri. She thought I was cute in my jock strap especially when my dick strained against the material.
Every night I had to wear a heating pad on my balls and alternate it with an ice pack. On Friday and Saturday nights, we would watch TV in my room lying in my bed. We would make-out as usual. I loved her kisses because she would always drink a Sprite before we kissed. So, if she had a Sprite in her hand, get ready! Naturally I would hold and caress her tits through her shirt until she would sit up rip her shirt and bra off exposing her huge beautiful tits. They were bigger than Dana's and had the added charm of what I called a freckle lace across her chest. She would slam my mouth on one of her delicious light pink nipples. I loved the taste and texture of her nipples. I especially liked it when she put some of her pussy juice on them. As she became more turned on, her nipps would stay rock hard and the area around them would swell and turn dark pink. I knew from that she was hot and would not take much to make her cum. Of course, my dick would be so hard it felt like it would nearly break off and my balls would ache so badly; but some how it felt kind of good. Before she got to far she would roll me on my back, straddle my chest and cram her hot dripping cunt in my face. I would lick her soft luscious pussy lips, catching every drop of honey that dripped from her hot hole. She would have an orgasm, then switch around and lick the pre-cum off my dick. Her ass in my face with full access to her pink little pucker hole she like me to lick. I loved the tangy taste.
The doctor said that I shouldn't do activity that would cause my testicles to undergo any stress. However, the doc did say that I should massage my testicles between hot and cold packs. So jerking off was out of the question as was fucking. As Terri sucked all the precum out of me, she would then gently massage my balls and deep suck me with lots of tongue action. Soon I would blow my load in her sexy mouth. The relief from pain was awesome!
After the 5th week, we said to hell with the doctor. So, Terri and I tried to fuck. My parents were gone for the weekend so, having the house to ourselves, we could relax. We started our usual foreplay. She hadn't had a dick in her pussy for 5 weeks, though she did admit to lying in the bathtub letting a stream of water run on her clit. As I undressed her, I noticed pussy juice had soaked her panties.
She climbed and straddled me and ground her clit against my 7-inch thick cock for 10 minutes or so. Then she expertly slipped it in her extra tight twat and rode my hard dick for an hour. I counted 18 orgasms she had. This might be a medical first, but I never lost my hard-on on my first ejaculation. I went right on into my second orgasm 10 minutes later. What a night.
Back to the story. Little did I know after when everyone had left that I would have the surprise of my life in my bedroom.
I was really tired, high, and a little drunk. I cleaned up all the party trash and decided to hit the sack. So, I turned off all the lights in the house, went to my bedroom and there he was. John, beautiful, blonde haired John passed-out cold on my bedroom floor. My dreams had come true!
Since we were 14, I had dreamed of him, sucking him, fucking him, but I was always too scared to make a move. I even wanted to tell him that I loved him.
By the time we turned 16, I think John was on to me. Every time I was near him, he clamed up and gave me a kind of 'what the fuck do you want' look. I look back now and believe that he was afraid I would touch him or I would ask him to have a beer with me then I would know the truth about him...he liked me too, enough to have very hot sex with me.
I saw him in a bar one night after high school graduation. Neither of us was dancing with our dates. (A really big clue!) We just talked a little. He was relieved I'm sure that I was with someone, a hot big tittied chick by the way. His attitude toward me didn't stop my endless jerk off sessions fantasizing about him fucking my horny ass. I would have done anything for him.
But on that night, there he was curled up on his side sleeping soundly on my floor with a note attached to his cute ass, "Bob, Couldn't wake John up. He took some quaaludes...Jim."
Ok. Now my evil streak will show. I started scheming how to get into his pants, still unsure how he would react. I positioned myself to try and wake him, but first a little squeeze. I put my left hand on his crotch. My heart pounded in my throat. For the first time ever I was feeling the guy's love package that I could only dream about. I massaged his balls through his jeans. I actually felt his dick begin to stiffen.
Simply, I was about to explode. My dick was straining against my own jeans. I rubbed my palm against his dick again. He was rock hard. John moaned softly and rolled over onto his back, stretched his arms above his head and barely audibly moaned, "Don't stop."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. John flexed his hips upward lifting his crotch then settled down and spread his legs just enough. Damn. I had full access to the greatest treasure I had ever known. I reached over to his crotch and grabbed his dick through his jeans again. To my surprise, his meat was really long and thick. "The best of both worlds," I thought. I rubbed it again through his jeans a few more strokes, then massaged his balls some more. He began to pump his hips ever so slightly in rhythm with my hand. To my surprise again, he grabbed my hand and guided it back to his dick. That was all the invitation I needed.
His breathing was quickening as I massaged what felt like a good solid 8-inch dick. John was smaller than I was. He was probably 5' 10", me over 6'. I always thought "little dude, little dick." Boy was I wrong!
Finally, I decided, enough is enough. I reached over and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly unzipped his fly. John was not moving. He lifted his hips as I tugged his jeans down over his cute bubble butt to his knees. His tight Fruit of the Looms were tented from his enormous erection. A spot of precum glistened through the fabric that stretched tightly over his dick head. (How I wanted that in my mouth right now!)
I slipped off his shoes then socks then pulled his jeans off. I sat there for a second, amazed at what was before me. This beautiful 17 year-old hunk was right there in front of me. I wanted to consume him. I wanted to be near him forever, but for now, I'd settle for hot, deep, and consuming sex with cutest and most delicious boy in town. I anxiously wanted to get my mouth on his raging hot dick.
John started pumping his hips again. He whispered something again. I leaned in close to his face and felt his sweet hot breath on my ear. "Angie, fuck me...please!" He had no clue who I was.
Wait, Damn. "He fucks his sister, Angie? "This was getting to be too much. Angie was his 16 year-old sister who, a year ago, I fell head over heals for. I held my breath and planted a huge kiss on his soft lips. His tongue went immediately to work. We twisted sucked tongues for several minutes. I broke the kiss and pulled away. From the top button to the last, I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it open. There was his beautifully, smooth, white chest with puffy nipples with little tufts of blonde hair around them. He also had the man's line of blonde hair running from his navel below the waistband of his underwear. The moment was rapidly approaching when I would have him completely naked.
I kissed his chest and liked between his nipples. Circling them with my tongue, I flicked his left nipple and John shivered. I flicked his other nipple then nibbled it with my teeth. He shivered again and lifted his hips. For a split second, he opened his eyes. Boy did he look fucked up. Beautiful, but fucked up. "Don't stop," he whined again.
I went for all the glory and sucked on his right nipple very hard and bit at it. He started moaning and reached for his dick. I grabbed his hand and kissed it knowing the he wanted to jerk off and play with himself. I then helped him take off his shirt. "Nearly there," I thought. "The love of my life is nearly completely naked." Somehow, I didn't want the moment to come, because I had lived for 3 years dreaming and fantasizing what he looked like under those tight jeans. So far, he was perfect. John wasn't necessarily muscular. However, his total being was purely attractive to me. He was close to almost feminine with his smooth legs and torso.
I decided I had had enough waiting and moved down to his navel, kissing and licking. John was going crazy. He was pumping his hips; I could see his dick rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. I placed my hand over his crotch and rubbed is dick, then lifted the elastic of his waistband.
To be continued.