This is a little something that I wrote with a specific strayt boy in mind and this is how I was imagining our first time together if it happened. The tone changes constantly from realizing it is a fantasy and forgetting it is because I get so wrapped up in the images. I hope that it works that way for you too. It's really short and isn't at all the typical "big cock" story.
michael j pastor iii
Since the moment I paused my gaze upon your cherub face have I desired to hold you in my arms as if my own. To kiss your smooth brow, to graze my lips against your lidded eyes. It would be enought for me to rest my fingertips beneath your chin and and jaw sublime. I fear pressing my mouth to hard for fear of brusing your flushed lips. Giggling mad, I put you above me and let your locks tickle my face. I tilt my chin answering your question unsaid, pre-conceived, to meet your tongue, to beg you to go elsewhere, every where. You lick my chin dartingly and proceed across my neck and my nape and my chest and continue onward down.
I stop your erotic procession across my skin, because your maticulous patience is too intense on my sensitive body. I wrap my arms around your ribs and lock my hand to my wrist. You mockingly struggle, but I sense it as the excuse to feel us point to touch to point to touch. I slide my hands down to your petite, symetrical, muscular, downy ass and cup my palms firmly to it. Then I feel your steeled length beside mine.
Our mouths lock and we search for each other's souls with our tongues. The pressured friction builds as we grind our pelves together and our chest together and I feel your legs lock onto mine and I bite your neck in passion. The bodyheatfriction increases in its frequency until it becomes ultrasonic , and the feedback deafens our mind until it explodes in color and we crush ourselves together and shower the other with waves of seaspray.
We lay back, panting, and holding and let ourselves dry to each other feeling forever connected.
And we dream...