Memories of My First

Memories of my first, 2b Author: John Galaor

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Memories of my first, 2b

Some lines from the former, part 2a.

All the time he was ejaculating, Karl was sweetly moaning on my ear. You would never remember more sweet moans that those uttered when someone is ejaculating in your ass.

This fuck up in my ass was in the whole the first great experience of my life. It has become my preferred way of being fucked. But a good black dick in my mouth it is also a great treat. It is a true gift of the gods to us. Just for saying nothing about the sweet nutritive cream a good dick can provide.

Memories of my first

Part 2b

After Karl downloaded the last drop of cum into my body... I was happy still treasuring his dick in my ass. I would like he would be all night with big dick inside me, but this was it an impossible feat. After a minute or so, his dick was getting softer, and my damned sphincter pushed it off. Then, as Karl was said nothing about stay here a little more, no fuck out of here, I got out of bed, put my underpants and went to the toilets.

On my way there, I felt my ass was oozing the cream of Karl. Or if not was oozing I was wet in there. I was not in the least ashamed by this, to have my ass oozing male cream.

While I was pissing on the basin, I wondered, should I push off all this rich cream of Karl. Were I to crouch on the toilet hole to shit off this cream? Oh, no. That would be a wasteful discard of a very scarce resource. I thought this would be a sin against nature.

To think of all his male juices going down the drain, with all the shit and piss, was a crazy thing. If one stops to consider the value of all this male essence that concentrates in the balls of a strong boy like Karl... You would not let it to flow down the drain. No, that would be a crime.

I was aware my body was full of cream. And that most of it had migrated up inside my body. Now all this male stuff was going up, through my intestines. Then all the worthy `testiculine' of Karl's cream was now being absorbed through the walls of my guts and was passing to my blood stream. I had read a book of anatomy some months before, and knew all the names on the parts of the body, the bones, the muscles and the bowels included.

Now I was thinking before the urinal when I was distracted by a line of cold fluid that going down my thigh. I thought it must had been the cream of Karl, that was leaking off my ass. I have to take care of my ass for it was now rather lose. So I passed a finger on my thigh to scoop the cream, then I smelled it. It has the cream of Karl. It smell strongly like all cum does. But I was able to discern among the odors, the unmistakably sweet scent of Karl's body. So, I sucked my finger. I was not any disgust that this cream had been injected into my ass. So, I scoop my ass with my fingers and sucked them. I was not in mood to waste a single drop of his cum.

Then, I made a brilliant deduction. I had to exercise the muscles of my ass, to tight firmly the hole and stop any farther leaks of those valuable juices.

So, thinking about my body full with the rich cream of Karl... made me feel proud. All this cream inside my body would enhance my maleness. It would then develop my body faster, as it happened with the cream of my black friend, Nico. Even if he gave me only two doses. I felt sorry he was not anymore in the school, for I would have profited by taking his cream many more times. As many as he would be strong enough to feed me. Adding his to the cream of Karl, I would become a lot stronger. In such a case I would had been able develop my muscles like Charles Atlas, the famous weight lifter. I saw in a piece of newspaper an ad in which he advertised his famous book with exercises to grow up powerful muscles. "Pass from being a wimpy boy to become a powerful athlete", said the ad. But I got not the money to buy the book, for it cost 5 bucks.

I felt now that my ass was again loose. I was leaking again. So I made a voluntary effort to tight it strongly.

So, resuming the idea, I supposed I was one of those boys that have very little testiculine'. That was the reason for me to be wimpy boy with very small balls. So, it was clear that I needed some injections of testiculine'. This is was a word of my invention that pointed to the manliness essence contained in the cream that the strong boys produce in their testicles.

I went back to my bed, and was a little sleepy. I was all the weight tightening the muscles of my ass. It was not easy to do it while walking, by I tried it.

I was then in bed. Karl was sleeping soundly. I was aware of the need to tighten the muscles of my sphincter. That was the real word, I recalled.

I was sleeping the rest of the night and I dont know if my ass was leaking during my sleep or not.

First in the morning, while the nun was clanging then bell, I reminded of my ass to check it. It was a little wet, but my underpants were not.

"Raising up your hearts!" Chanted the nun.

"We already had them on the fold of the Lord!" Was our answer.

Then, already clothed, we were standing up like soldiers for a review.

I looked briefly at Karl, but he shunned my glance. I felt sad, that he was avoiding my glance. He should had show me a faint smile or so.

Perhaps he was sort of repented or ashamed, for the sin of flesh he had committed. I don't think he had any reason to be ashamed, for he played the role of the male. He must had to be proud, for this was the first fuck of his life. It would pass many years before he was able to fuck properly a young lady.

Then I watched him again and he feigned not see me, like I was invisible. I thought better of him and reasoned he wanted to keep our connexion a secret. So, the lees we would talk, the best we would keep our secret.

Then we were in line going for the daily mass. I remind myself to go doing my sphincter exercises. So was walking and pressing hard the muscles of my ass. I did not want to have a loose ass but tight one, like all virgins have.

My mind was going from a place to another. I thought about how many times I would need to help my friend Karl. I needed to have a tight ass to be prepared to help Karl for the next session.

During the rest of the day I was recalling my sphincter exercises. Then, I recalled hearing a saying, "a tight ass". It was meant to be a praise, but I did not know if the words were referring to a boy or a girl. So, now I connected this idea with my situation: it was a good thing to have a tight ass. I had to work daily to improve my tightness.

I was feeling this day much stronger. I even started to do some exercises like those of Charles Atlas. I remembered his picture posing and was doing the about the same. Then I recalled another boy that came from his vacations doing flexes of his arms and legs. I was now imitating this. I tightened my arms and moved them slowly up and down, but flexing opposite muscles. So my arms were moving very tight. Then I pressed the muscles of my legs, several times, while I was crouching down or rising up my body. Then I tensed my abdominals, and all those exercises I thought were the virtue of the `testiculine' my friend Karl. He was most generous. He had injected in my ass almost a quart of a pint of his nutritive cream. Poor Karl had to have now his balls empty.

I went to see the boys playing football and Karl was watching the play. I looked at his face, and he looked sad or tired. So, I connected the dots. He had his balls empty. Poor boy. He was not in a mood to play.

The next day, Karl was again playing but he was not much inspired. He looked tired. I was sad watching him in such a bad form, and I had a remorse. I was so fine and strong, making the exercises of Charles Atlas, while my male felt a little weak. I supposed he would soon recharge his balls with new cream, and his blood would again carry a lot of testiculine.

At the third day, Karl was almost back to normal. He was playing hard and well. But I did not want to ask him if he needed help. I was badly in need of a new dose. I was not in mood to do any exercises. But I thought it was better to wait a few more days.

On the fifth day I thought Karl would have his balls full of cream. He was playing all right with a lot of aggressiveness. He would be a little overflowing of cream already. Perhaps he was thinking of doing a masturbation to relief the excessive tension. Too much testiculine in the blood make people aggressive and restless. But I wanted him to inject me all this excess of cream he had into my ass.

Then I was watching for an opportunity to talk to him. Then, I had the occasion to cross in his path and said,

"Hi, Karl! How do you do."

"Fine," He said. "What about you?"

"I am all right. You had been playing very well."

"Thanks."

"I was wondering... if you... do you need some help?"

"You mean... help."

"Yeah."

"OK. This night."

"OK. I have to go now."

"Bye"

I went away, for I knew he did not want to be seen chatting with me. Then, I was a little nervous for I was going to help him this night.

This night I was trying not to fall sound sleep. I needed to awake some time in the night. So I was sleeping very lightly for hours. We were put in bed about eight o'clock and the first watch of the nun was about ten.

Karl was sleeping like an angel. I was every ten or fifteen minutes awaking, waiting for nun to come. We could not be doing our thing at any time in the night. But I had got not a watch. Nobody had one at this time. Thanks to my light sleep I awoke as soon as the nun appeared clinking his medal with the cross. I waited enough time till she left back to his own dorm.

I went to the toilets, to see if everything was all right. Then went back to my bed. Then I was reasoning about my next move. It was not a question of go to his bed and awake Karl telling, "hey! Wake up! It's time to fuck my ass!" He would get mad at me to be awaken so rudely; he would punch on my face. So I had to proceed with a great deal of dialectic persuasion.

If one is fast sleep, it would be sure his dick would be also sleeping.

Summing up, it was me who was hungry as hell for another dose of male cream.

Then, I decided it was now or never. I sat on the floor near his bed and entered my hand under his blanket. Karl was sleeping face up. Then I waited for a while for my hand to get warm enough with the heat Karl's body was radiating. Then, my hand landed softly over his dick and waited. It was a question of his dick getting hot between his body and my hand to awake. It began to swell and rise up slowly. As it was more or less erect, I was fingering the mostly sleepy dick over the thin fabric of his underpants. Then, when the dick has hard enough to stand up by itself, I entered my hand inside the underpants. My fingers were now caressing and pressing softly the dick. It was becoming more and more taught with my fingering. When it began to have jerks like a wild stallion, Karl awoke. He grabbed my arm and recalled It must be me, who was doing all this on his dick.

"What?" Said Karl.

"Hi! It is time for me to help."

"Oh, Leo! You are always ready to help!"

"Yeah! I need to help you."

"Ok. Let's go to the lavatories. You go first."

I stood up and walked out of the dorm and went to the lavatories. I was there waiting for a while. Then as he did not come... I was getting a little nervous. I kept wondering, "why he did not have not come yet?"

Then, there he was. I don't know how he came so late, but did not ask.

It happened that he was already soft more or less. I was ready to his him, but he rejected my advance.

"Make it hard first."

I knelt on the floor. It was an easy thing, for were kneeling every day several times during the Mass. Then I pulled down his underpants and began to to play with his dick. I began to touch it in my hands and it started to swell. The most I was fingering the dick the most hard it become. I took my time to watch it well, for the light in the lavatories were a dim 25 candles. So, it was not able to much, but his bulk of it, the form of its head with its rim protruding around, then I watched the eye at the front, that looked to me like a little monster with only an eye, then felt with my fingers the bulge of its veins. I pressed it up a little to see if I heard the thumping of his heart biting, but I did not.

"Suck it up." Said Karl.

So I gladly took his dick into my mouth. I was sucking on the head and jerking it up a little bit, to make it harder. Soon he was as hard a wooden handle as the black boy said.

He was moaning but not aloud. Some people could awake hearing our moaning.

"Your mouth is so hot!" he said.

I liked it.

I was doing my best on his head sucking and milking the meat to make it spit some globs of cream.

Soon it was giving up some globs of sweet cream. I loved this thick cream full of testiculine. I will do a lot of exercises with all the cream I would have. I was sucking when he said,

"Go deeper, honey. Suck it all."

This were not strange news to me. I had my experience with Nico, the black boy. So, I began to take his dick deeper.

"Oh, my lil' slut." He was moaning. "Oh! How my god! How sweet!"

As I went deeper, I felt signs of gagging.

He kept encouraging me,

"Oh, my sweet girl. Go deeper. Go down on it."

I was flattered by the results of my helping.

I was trying to go deeper, but I could not. I knew I had to forget my scare of gaging. Then, I reminded the way Nico made me take it his dick to the bottom. So, I got the hands of Karl and put then on my ears. Perhaps he understood what I wanted. Then he grabbed me by my ears and began to move my head up and down in a proper rhythm for my sucking. It was perfect. Then It was not me who was driving my head down on his dick. Then, driven by his hands I achieved a deep throat penetration. Karl loved it when he saw my face buried in his pubs.

I suppose it most be great feeling to see one's potent dick buried deeply in the throat of someone. I think to bury one's dick in another human can enhance our self-esteem quite a lot.

It seems more of a triumph if it is buried in a male's throat. But I am not an expert. Perhaps in the line of evolutive dynamics, all males want to have as little competence as possible, in their quest to mate as many females as they could. So, the rank of males is related to their levels of maleness stuff in their blood. The more the stuff has a male, the more notorious the external signs of we can watch. There are great differences among males. So, the stronger tend to fuck the weaker. And the weaker needs to increase their inner maleness to improve their wellbeing. So they coo the stronger males to get fucked. For they need the fiery fluids of the stronger males. All this is clearly written in the Chinese theory of yin and yang.

So, coming back to my story. Karl was feeling in his dick the more heat that was in the bottom of my throat. It has past my tonsils, and it produced a greater pleasure. After a while pumping so deep, I felt Karl's dick had swelled and began to have jerks. Then I knew by the spasms, it was ejaculating deep in my throat. I wanted a part of his cream in my mouth to taste it well and relish it. So I pushed him back a little, till the dick was in my mouth spurting powerful jets of thick cream. I was frantically gulping it down as fast as I could. But I was unable to scoop as much cream as his dick was shooting in my mouth.

The dick was spurting globs of cum for a long time. I could not swallow all that much cream and some drops overflowed in my mouth. Karl's cream was very tasty. I even discerned the scent of Karl's body that was overwhelmed by the stronger bleach odor of the cum.

Karl was standing there for a minute or two, giving me the last drops of his cum. His dick was getting softer by now. I was cleaning with my tongue the dick as not waste a drop. I wanted to make his dick as clean as he had washed in clear water.

Then, once my mission was accomplished, Karl took out his dick and I was able to speak,

"Did you like my help?" I was waiting for some praises.

"It has been... terrific!"

I was elated,

"Terrific? Is it true?"

"Yeah. It's been smashing!"

I was very flattered.

"Then... I can awake you again... another night... to help you?"

"Yeah. You are the best!"

"Then, you are happy with me?"

"Yeah. You're the best in a hundred miles around."

I was smelting in his praises.

"When... can we meet again to help?"

"Er... now... I don't know. In two or three days."

"Why to wait so long?"

"You had empty my balls. They are almost dry."

"Are they dry?"

"Yeah. I need a time to refill them up with more cream."

"OK. Then, when you'll be ready, you call me."

"Yeah. Now, wait here a minute. I'm going back to bed."

"Good night."

He did not answered and left.

Next morning, Karl was imperturbable. Like I never had been helping him that night.

At mid morning, in the playing yard, I was full of energy. I was doing my exercises of Charles Atlas. I supposed those I made were like the book of Charles Atlas. So I was pressing my muscles and doing flexions and push ups. I even dare to make several runs along the playing yard. Some who knew me would think I had become a little nuts.

This day, Karl was not playing football well. But at least he was not sitting on the wall, watching his friends play.

In the following say, I was still exercising but not with so much eagerness.

Several days had passed, and was watching the improvement of Karl playing football. Until he was not playing hard and enthusiastic he would not be ready for me to help him again once more.

I think I had to wait another day to help him.

End of part 2b

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