I placed my hand over John's crotch and rubbed his hard dick, then lifted the elastic of his waistband. He became unnervingly still sending a twinge of fear over me. All the years of fear of rejection I had felt surfaced in my thoughts. This could be the beginning of a long and wonderful relationship or one of terrible shame, (if he could remember it). I let the waistband slip back to its original position.
Why was I worried? He was in my house, in my bedroom, on my floor.
"What's to fear?" I had to ask myself.
Besides, he was so fucked up; he would never remember a thing.
How bittersweet is that?
With a deep breath, I pulled down his briefs, but only an inch or so on the right side just over his hipbone. I could see the beginnings of his blonde pubic hair that piled under the white fabric. I wondered if he had a small bush or was grossly hairy. Sitting here with John before me, I was so enamored with his looks; I felt that the passage of time obeyed the very beat of my heart. I had all eternity in this moment. I could stay right here forever.
I let my fingers trace the waistband across his abdomen. Feeling a bit bolder, on my hands and knees, I leaned over and licked ever so lightly from one hipbone to the other and back again. The few pubic hairs protruding from under the waistband gave intense texture to his perfect, white skin. The taste of it awakened a wildness in me. John's breath stopped and started as if expecting a huge veil of warmth to engulf him.
I watched the rise and fall of his chest; his hands tremble; his hips move to the rhythm of my tongue. How I wanted to break down, rip his awesome dick out and suck him until he filled my mouth with his sweet-hot sticky cum. However, I persevered.
On the next pass across, I inhaled all the aromas of his young manhood. Musky-sweet, the hot smell lingered in my nostrils imprinting a unique identity of John in my mind. Different, flesh, blood, sensual, John.
Bravery had given away to desire. Desire was buckling under the torturous grind of pure animal instinct. I slid the waistband down one more inch, then another. The head of his dick stayed covered as each hipbone and a good amount of his pubic hair became visible.
"Perfect," I said aloud and nuzzled my nose in the small piles of fine hair on each side of his covered dick.
The feel of his coarse hair against my face was only a fraction of the dreams I had about him. But making those dreams electric and real, I tasted the skin down between the follicles of hair, and felt my own dick swell and ooze a stream of precum.
"It wouldn't take much," I thought, "to put me over the edge." My own hands were trembling, feeling cold. My heart was raging on.
I put my hand on his tight testicles and slowly massaged them through the white fabric. The expression on John's face was one of delight and anticipation.
I slid the elastic leg band of his briefs over letting his balls fall free. "Almost home," I mumbled. Soft hair covered them. I crawled between his legs, took both in my mouth, and gently massaged them on my tongue. John let out a loud woeful moan, then I saw him raise his head and look me directly in the eye. At first, I though he didn't recognized me until he slurred, "Bob? Oh, God that feels good. Don't stop." My heart stopped, but why panic now. I have him where I want him.
Yet, I wanted to ask, "Didn't you think I was Angie?"
I let it go, as I was somewhat busy with a pair of sweet orbs in my mouth.
"Suck me, man. Suck me!" John said.
I pulled all the balls and scrotum I could get in my mouth and worked them good. I knew I didn't have much more time to get to the real meat before he released his passion. I grabbed both of his balls glistening with saliva and gently tugged them three times to help the pressure of ejaculation subside. A look of disappointment fell over his face. He was HOT!
As if some great revelation occurred, I realized I was fully clothed. I stood up and with a few quick jerks, my T-shirt slipped over my head and fell in a rumpled pile on the floor. I flipped my shoes and socks off, then quickly slipped my blue jeans off. Underwear was something I never wore because Terri (my girl friend) couldn't grab my dick through so many layers, she would complain. (Her idea of fun was to cause me public erections.)
After I took off and dropped my wristwatch, I stood totally nude above this beautiful, sexy thing. My balls ached. My fully erect dick, free in the cool air, twitched slightly with each pounding of my heart. John lying there looked almost pathetic as if tortured and in pain. Nevertheless, the pleasure on his face was evidence of pure ecstasy.
I lay down between John's legs and went back to licking his balls. I then took both testicles in my hand, lifted them up, and ventured to lick my way into his hole. My tongue entered and withdrew dozens of times between the luscious crack. His underwear made it challenging but nothing was going to stop me. I was determined to make his pleasure-suffering last forever. John raised his legs until his knees were in the air, feet on the floor. (A sign of sobriety? Hmmm.) He was giving me more access. I spread his perfect, smooth cheeks to view his virgin hole. The light ring of pubic hairs encircling his ass hole was coarse and exciting against my lips and tongue. The tangy taste was all I needed to confirm he was mine.
Here in this most private of places on his body my own desire and his own trust set the foundation on which our passions would climax.
John began moaning loudly. Again, his balls drew up tightly. It was time.
Slowly I removed the cotton briefs from John's dick. With each inch revealed, there was no disappointment. I on my knees and elbows, began to lap up John's salty-sweet precum from his belly and his dick. The head of his dick was velvety soft as I licked and began to gently suck. The loose skin of his shaft was salty and smooth; I licked the length of it. The whole of it was burning pink as if needing to explode.
John was ready. I slid his underwear down his legs and off his feet.
"Home base!" I thought.
Feeling around with my fingertips just above his precious hole, I found the base of his dick. I pressed and milked his dick and took on to my tongue the clear fluid oozing from his love shaft. One especially large glob came out. I spit it on my fingers and pushed it into my ass hole to lube me. Then I milked my own precum onto my fingers and added it to John's. I felt that I was ready.
Upon my knees, I made my boldest move of all. I straddled John and inched back so we were dick to dick. The stark contrast of our intermingled pubic hair, his deep blonde, mine soft brunette, was a somewhat bizarre but exhilarating sight. I grabbed both dicks in one hand and slowly pumped them together. I never felt anything like this before. He put his hand on mine and pumped with me. The feel of our dick heads touching, our precum mixing, our loose skin sliding up and down our shafts, at this moment we were one, the same.
I released our dicks and reached down between our legs as he continued to pump. I massaged our balls together. John quickened his pace of beating our meat. I was about to cum; I made him stop. Frustration was building.
I milked both our dicks of precum then loaded up my love hole some more.
I scooted up to his waist and positioned his dick against my hole.
"Oh shit," I groaned.
Intense feelings were enshrouding my body. His dick head touched my hole for a split second. I slid forward and back again sliding my ever-sensitive love hole along his hot sexy shaft for a minute or two until I felt his hand gently feeling my dick and balls. He began jacking me off slowly, pausing only to feel my pubic hair or rub my balls. Then I noticed he was wide-awake staring at me. It felt strange to stare at him dead into his eyes but it all became real when he touched my face and brushed against my lips with his fingertips. Acceptance...the only thing I wanted from him. He didn't have to love me. I loved enough for both of us.
He began to pump my ass hard trying to penetrate me. I leaned forward, raising my ass and began kissing John for all the passion I had kept hidden for so long. I pulled his soft full lips into my mouth.
I felt his swollen head touch my hole and begin to penetrate. I knew that this was it. After this, he would either love me or find me completely disgusting.
Slowly, I surrendered to his needs and let another bit enter me further. Just the thought of this super cute 17 year-old's dick in me, plus the fact that I had the world's largest crush on him made me feel like my chest would explode.
I then relaxed and through the pleasure-pain of love making, I took the love of my life all the way into me. A few times, I raised and lowered myself on his youth. He started jacking me off and squeezing my nipples. Oh.....the pleasure building in me. Going down on John's dick, I felt his thickness stretch me. As his dick passed and caressed my prostate, the feelings in my groin began to grow warm and intense. I increased my pace, his youth fucking me deeper.
"Oh....fuck me John!" I practically yelled.
The surprises never ended this night. John slowly raised himself on his hands and said, "Lay back." We were nearly eye -to-eye. He lifted one hand up to pull me until our lips met and kissed me of his own accord.
John positioned himself over me as I maneuvered myself to my back and raised my legs in the air. He hooked my legs on his shoulders and began fucking me softly still staring in my eyes. I just lay there as I felt him make love to me with the full length of his shaft. In and out, he would gently thrust. It felt soooo...good.
I hooked my heals over his back and pulled him in deeper and faster. John pulled his arms loose and lay fully on my chest, he on his elbows his thighs around me.
My dick was between our abdomens being caressed and pounded by our smooth youthful skin. His thrusting became wilder, more aggressive. I felt all the glory of passionate release growing. John's meat was enlarging, swelling. I could feel his dick growing more stiff. His breath against my neck, his constant whimper, his pounding his passion into me deeper, faster, his kissing my neck, lips, sucking my lips. OH GOD I LOVE HIM! I caressed his back and his heaving ass then followed his crack and pushed with all my might two fingers into his hole.
John raised his head, arched his back. I felt his ass hole tighten around my fingers. I yanked them out and felt his boiling cum fill me. My own cum flooded my chest and neck. The release was the greatest of my life.
He lay on me exhausted. I felt wonderful, happy, and free. I hugged him and whispered, "I've dreamt of this night for a long time."
John replied, "So have I."
We vowed to tell no one of our relationship but, we promised to have sex as often as we could. He knew I was hot for his sister, Angie. Two weeks later he invite me over for a party and to spend the night. That we'll cover in John Part 3.