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My vantage point with my head on his shoulder, afforded me the perfect place to touch all of Charles' gorgeous body. I began to slide my hand across his flat, hairless stomach and up his chest, stopping to play with his sparse chest hair that seemed to have just started growing. Using only the pads of my fingers, I slid them down his body, past his belly button, not quite where his waistline would be had he been wearing shorts, and tickled the area making him smile but never open his eyes. All the while, I watched as his handsome cock went from slightly swollen and resting on his left thigh to arc up, very slowly, towards his belly button to which it was almost parallel, and where it finally grew to its full form. It was an intriguing and magnificent sight to so visibly see my effects on him.
Since his manhood was now in my way so to speak, it was time to give it a little attention too. Gently I slid one finger down his shaft, noticing how he was lacking that line of skin that runs down mine, and onto his big, loosely hanging balls. For only the second time, I was touching another boy in those forbidden places. I felt a thrill that day that ever since I have not been able to replicate. I wanted, hell I NEEDED, to be closer to him, to melt into his body and feel him all around me. His balls felt amazing in my hand. They were so soft and smooth and they had a nice almond shape. They were huge compared to mine just like his cock. I began to cup them gently and tug on his sack. This drove him wild. I will never know why I did this or how I had been so brave but it became a thing for us and one of his guaranteed turn-ons.
After playing with his balls, I slid my way back to his cock and wrapped my fingers around it jerking him off slowly and licking his fat red head. It was at this point that he finally opened his eyes and stared at my thin fingers squeezing his perfect, white boy cock. We kissed, and I learned then just how much I was turning him on because he put his right hand on the back of my head and nearly took it off my shoulders as he pressed me into his mouth giving me all of his tongue and nearly fulfulling my deepest desire.
I stopped jerking his cock and swung my right leg over his body so that I was straddling him, even as we were kissing. Finally, I broke away from his mouth and kissed and licked my way back down to his cock where I slowly slid my tongue up and down his shaft, licking his big red head and smooth balls. I took him into my mouth as far as I could (having not yet tamed my gag reflex) only to have him push further. I sucked his cock for a very long time, greedily taking as much as I could into my mouth while still playing with his balls. A part of me never wanted to stop but a new need was rising. Something that I had never felt before.
It was a feeling coming from my boy hole. I wanted to feel him inside me. Somehow, even then, I knew that it would be perfect that it was everything I needed and wanted. I pulled my head away from his cock and picked myself up again. This time to where his cock was pointing right at my hole.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked, and to his credit I think he would have left it up to me but I had already made up my mind.
"More than anything," was my reply.
I placed my hand on his fat cock and guided it directly to my hole, slowly lowering myself onto it. All of that sucking had paid off because his dick was sufficiently moistened so that the head kind of popped right in. Centimeter by centimeter, his manhood penetrated my tight ass. It felt too good to hurt. The look on his face was priceless. Charles was somewhere in the clouds. He put his hands on my ass stopping me from going any further and began to pick himself up off the ground, pushing his huge cock into me. I nearly doubled over.
"Oh god, Charles. Don't stop." I gave myself to him after that and he ran the show.
His thrusts became faster and more and more of his fat Dick penetrated me. It was incredible. It was perfect. For the first time I forgot a world even existed. It was all about me and my Charles.
Charles had enough of that position so he lifted me off of his cock and pushed me on to my back. He maneuvered his way between my legs and lifted them up until my hole was pointing straight up at his dick. However, before he took me again he leaned down and licked my battered and newly loosened boy hole which had me gasping. After positioning his throbbing manhood he slowly slid it in. I gasped for breath, "Yes Charles, yes baby, please give it to me."
This time he was in control and soon enough he had pushed all the way into me filling me with his white boy cock. He began to fuck me, leaning far down to kiss me before going back up and holding my legs in the air. Each time he lowered himself on to me I felt my Dick against him and his inside me and thought I might cum. After a few minutes I could tell he was close. I grabbed him tight forcing him against my chest and dick and just let go. His grunts and gasps quickened and I was marveling at how hard and fast he was fucking me, drilling his big cock as far as it would go. I was in love with him. He was everything. He made me feel alive and a final piece clicked into place (or out of place) and I gave every last part of myself to this beutiful boy and began to come, at the same time he filled my tight boy pussy with his warm cum.
I will never forget that spring, or Charles. He was my first love and after we spent that time together we became boyfriends for the rest of high school, stealing away every chance we got so that he could fuck my brains out. I guess, I am a natural bottom but we did experiment in every way. I topped for him a few times but it never compared to when my love would take every part of me and give me those core-crushing orgasms.
Unlike some stories ours is not a story of discrimination and hardship. We came out to our parents and at school. It was as if nothing had happened. Charles continued to play sports and he said it did get a little awkward in the locker room when some closet cases (a few, we eventually took into our beds) tried to get him a few times but other than that we were nigh untouchable. For myself, my mother said she always suspected and my dad had a gay brother so it was nothing new.
Sadly however, The years went by and we soon forgot how much and why we loved each other. Our fights became more vicious, we began calling each other names that we had never used before. The sex became rare and the love was lost.
It was a most horrible break-up. He was my world for so long. I contemplated ending my own life but never had the courage. I survived, or else I wouldn't be telling this tale, but I will always love my Charles. Memories of him will stay with me forever. A weekend away, warm days, wonderfully sleepless nights.
My first love, my first time, and my first husband.