Hello readers! I've decided to expand the questioning platform, and (hopefully) made it easier for some of you. I know what it is capable of - but I'm totally inept at using it o__o If it helps, my profile is boiboi7473. Here's the link that I THINK will take you there.
http://www.formspring.me/boiboi7473
Any help on that site would be appreciated!! Thanks for reading guys (and women if you're out there reading this)!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
One story or two?
Hello to my wonderful XXNX readers! As you guys may have noticed, I put in one event in my story for the Outdoor Adventure instead of two like the previous stories. Do you prefer it this way? It certainly came out faster for you guys. Or do you like waiting for an extra long story to read? Let me know! I can deal with whatever way you want!
An Outdoor Adventure
Here's the next story! Just in case you're new to my adventures, all of what I write down in 100% REAL, and they are events that occurred not too long ago (I started having sex with guys in mid-October). You should definitely read the others before getting here! And you should be able to recognize this guy from an earlier story ;)
More stories are going to be written, so please be patient! And keep commenting/emailing! I love that stuff!
PLEASE NOTE: I do NOT advocate for people to ignore all of the warning signs that are present throughout this story. In actuality, I'm lucky to be alive even though this situation happened! Don't do risky things like this people! You could get hurt.
If any of you have been in a similar situation, feel free to tell me about it! In the comments section, or email me at boiboi7473@aol.com.
My phone vibrated all of a sudden. I pulled it out of my pocket, and took a glimpse at the number. I instantly recognized it. It was this guy who had been texting me about how much he wanted to fuck me on Adam4Adam. And boy, was he NOT discreet about it. Constant streams of dick pics, pictures of what he was doing, and "sexy/creepy sounding" texts would be sent every so often. With a long sigh, I brushed it off and put the phone back into my pocket.
The first time we were supposed to actually meet up, he said he would book a hotel. I cancelled and said I was too busy (in my defense, I sort of was).
The first thought that scurried through my mind was "Shit. Does this guy EVER lay off?" My phone had been occasionally pestered by this guy and his hypersexual advances, and I had decided that I would not let this guy anywhere near me - let alone fuck me.
At least, until I got extremely horny.
I decided to respond to his texts, since he didn't look that bad over his picture, and I hadn't had any sex within the past few days.
Looking back on the experience, it was seriously a bad move on my part. There were plenty of warning signs of shadiness and danger that pervaded the air as soon as I met him in front of some pizza place near Rockefeller Center.
He was the first person I had ever had sex with who I wasn't 100% attracted to aesthetically. He looked - and was - rather pleasant. He had short brown hair, a really lanky frame, was 21 and wore sunglasses. I was immediately conflicted upon my first impression of him though. The sunglasses hid his eyes, which I typically like looking at when I meet guys. In fact that stretches to anyone really. Also, he had this slight gap in his front teeth that sort of made him look kind of weird/hillbillyish (but not enough to make me run away). Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised had he told me he was raised in the backwoods of some mountainous state with a family of white trash (it's harsh, I know, but I'm just being true to the description I had at the time - so let it be known that I really don't mean to offend anyone with that)!
Typically, I start my conversations with a handshake. In this situation, he seemed to think it would be proper to give me a fistbump. My head was bellowing "Seriously?! This is how you GREET people?!" A little taken aback with the weirdness of the situation, I somehow ignored the voices in the back of my mind yelling at me to leave this bozo.
Red flag of danger #1: He contradicts himself by describing the perfect place to have sex, but then asks me if I have any other ideas.
He told me that his sister's place just outside of the city was empty, and would be a perfect place where we could do it - but he really hoped I would have a place in mind. I was confused when he asked "Do you know any place better?"Why would you even ask if the place is practically abandoned?!
The red flag faded as he paid for the cost of transportation since I had met up with him. We started talking, and as he described his education, his life, and other aspects of his being, my mind drifted elsewhere. I was looking around, not really paying much attention to him. He didn't hold my interest. He seemed kind of fake for some reason.
We boarded a bus to leave the city together, and we started talking about our musical interests. He was everything that I don't really listen to. He is an avid bright pop like Brittany Spears, Aly and AJ, and Lady Gaga. He also appreciated hardcore metal every so often. On the other hand, I am a fan of anything, including pop, but I prefer songs with more soul and a mellow/lackadaisically cheerful pace. Or anything that just sounds aesthetic. I also felt like a hipster for a couple of seconds as I listed several bands he didn't know about. But trust me - I'm not a hipster.
He told me he smoked, and asked if I would have a problem with kissing a smoker. Never having tried it before, I said that it wouldn't be a problem - as long as I couldn't taste the ashes on his tongue. He noted that he had gum, so I wouldn't taste a thing. To test it out, he actually asked "Can I kiss you?" on the bus. I was a bit nervous at first, but I complied. I was pretty happy that the gum made sure no trace of cigarettes in his mouth existed - and we made out for a good couple of minutes.
My view of him started to shift slightly. He seemed nicer and more open after this point. The only thing that really distracted me at this point was the gap, and even that was fading in the back of my mind. I spent a good portion of the bus ride fantasizing about what would happen in that house, as I felt his rock hard cock through his jeans.
Red flag of danger #2: He led me to a completely abandoned area outside.
He led me to this abandoned-marshy area with a playground near a river behind some buildings. This was getting shadier and shadier. The muddy playground area was surrounded by copius amounts of dead bamboo-looking plants. Through the thick amounts of plants, I could see a fence that blocked off access to the river, and this weird structure that looked like an unfinished pier or bridge. Beyond that, there was a highway filled with passing cars.
It was a nice change of pace from the city. It was quiet. Very peaceful. But it made the experience a little disturbing for me. He discussed more of his personal life with me on the playground as he smoked another cigarette - but I continued to space off and breath in the fresh air as I basked in the silence.
"Do you mind if we go see the river?"
My conscious came crashing back down to earth as I mumbled "Sure." We maneuvered through the dry parts of the muddy ground, and walked through a small entrance of broken plants. These things seriously had to be about 6 or 7 feet tall, as they completely covered almost all sight of the river.
Red flag of danger #3: He led me to a place where I would NOT be able to run or get help of any sort.
As we walked towards the river, he stopped at a broken fence. He said that we should climb over it, and get to the other side. And then he said what I hoped he wouldn't say...
Red flag of danger #4: He revealed that he overtly lied to me.
He said that he actually did not have a place. My mind was blazing with fury, and I wanted to scream at him for being an asshole, and not telling me the truth. However, all I did was smile and ask "Why?" His response? "You wouldn't have came if I told you."
For some completely stupid reason, I listened to that, and hopped the fence with his support. He told me he wanted to do it here. I was beyond bewildered. I wanted to go home. I wanted to leave SO badly. But I didn't.
And then he kissed me. It was game over. My body had completely surrendered, and my hormones started driving me mad. I hit this point where I felt like I NEEDED him for some odd reason.
My hands started running all over his back as he started to undo his belt. He pulled his pants slightly down, revealing his semi-hard cock. He whispered "Suck it, please."
I was so obedient that it made me feel sick. I sucked without any idea of what I was doing. I started by kissing the head, and then I moved deeper and deeper down the length of his cock. I felt the tip go farther and farther into my mouth, covering it copious amounts of spit. I felt him hit the back of my throat, and I couldn't help but gag at the feeling. The noise I produced sounded exactly like what I had seen in porno - this weird *khegg* sound. I opened my mouth and moved back out of instinct, and took a second to catch my breath. I desperately put it back in and began sucking in earnest. He was moaning while I licked up and down, and all around the tip of his head with my tongue. I even liked his piss slit a couple of times, getting an interesting rise out of him.
I could feel his cock moving farther into me again - except it wasn't from my doing. I noticed his hips were moving back and forth as my head was doing so as well. Good lord! He was facefucking me! the idea hit me hard, as this would be the first time anyone has ever done something like this to me. A little bit shocked, I stayed where I was and let him pump in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, until he pulled me back up for a lengthy kiss.
"Can I fuck you?"
"No... Not here... I can't..."
I REALLY didn't want to. I was already nervous as it was. And the last time I had done anything outside, which was a bathroom, I was ridiculously close to getting caught (if you want to hear this, let me know - or I won't write it until WAY later). He pleaded for a couple of minutes, and I eventually decided to let him.
"But ONLY for a couple of minutes. I really don't want to get caught."
He agreed. He put on a trojan and put on the small packet of lube I provided for him. Near me, there was a wooden pillar jutting out from the ground, that he motioned for me to use as support while I bent over.
"One more general rule with my ass. Be gentle at first. Okay?"
He nodded and smiled at the thought.
He didn't start out with his dick (thank God!), but instead, he shoved a finger inside me. I started to moan loudly, because I couldn't handle the amount of pleasure I got from being penetrated once again. It went deeper and deeper, until I felt it hit my g-spot. I let out a small yelp of excitement - which caused him to pull out immediately. He thought I was in pain, but when I told him I felt the exact opposite, he decided that it was time.
I could feel his dick knocking against my back door - slowly moving inside me. My sphincter slowly began to stretch wider and wider. Before he could completely fit his head in, the burning sensation came back, but only for a second. I was getting way more used to this apparently. He tried one more time, and I could feel his entire length sink into me.
I have to admit, that was one of the smoothest experiences I've ever had when fucking a guy. It was pretty damn easy to handle his dick, which meant playing rough got easier too. Considering he knew I wanted this to be short, he started railing into me soon after he was inside me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he railed me at breakneck speed.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck yeah! Fuck me!"
I was screaming like a whore at this point. It was admittedly the best I had felt while having sex in a while! It was one position the entire time as I bent over for him, but he didn't give me or himself a break as he continued shoving into me like a horny dog. My breathing got heavier as I felt him pushing into my g-spot, and I felt insane waves of pleasure run throughout my body.
I heard some noises in the plants, but he kept reminding me that they were "just birds." Whether they were birds or not, or some pervy cameraman who was there hiding from me, I really didn't care too much at this point.
"Fuck yeah. You like that? You like that in your fucking little boipussy?"
Oh shit! His dirty words were turning me on. I moaned in response as he kept grinding into me, each shove a little bit faster and harder than the last. I started jacking myself off, wanting this to end. My entire ass was vibrating from the constant pulling sensation. Everything was too much to handle for me, so I screamed that I was going to cum.
It was the farthest I had ever cum during sex. I had to have shot about 2 or 3 feet ahead of me in about 6 or 7 loads. It was so much! So intense!
He kept fucking me for a couple more seconds and said:
"I wanna cum in your hot mouth."
Without a word, I bent down after he ripped the condom off and went to work. It was so dirty. The thought of sucking something that had JUST been in my ass was such a turn on! I mainly focused on the head, trying to get him to cum as quickly as possible, licking the tip and edges of the head. I also took my right hand and jacked him off while giving my special attention to the tip for a good minute or so. Eventually, I heard him start moaning - and I knew he was just about to bust.
He shot about 5 loads into my mouth, which I tasted for a couple of seconds. Not too terrible, but not too pleasant either (this wasn't my first experience with cum tasting - mind you) - so I decided to spit it out on the ground.
I looked around us, and the ground was littered with cum, a condom wrapper, and a lube packet. I wondered if anyone would find these things here and figure out what happened.
He paid for the cab back to the train station to get back to the city. As he left me in the taxi to go back to his house, our goodbye ended in nothing more than another fist bump.
More stories are going to be written, so please be patient! And keep commenting/emailing! I love that stuff!
PLEASE NOTE: I do NOT advocate for people to ignore all of the warning signs that are present throughout this story. In actuality, I'm lucky to be alive even though this situation happened! Don't do risky things like this people! You could get hurt.
If any of you have been in a similar situation, feel free to tell me about it! In the comments section, or email me at boiboi7473@aol.com.
My phone vibrated all of a sudden. I pulled it out of my pocket, and took a glimpse at the number. I instantly recognized it. It was this guy who had been texting me about how much he wanted to fuck me on Adam4Adam. And boy, was he NOT discreet about it. Constant streams of dick pics, pictures of what he was doing, and "sexy/creepy sounding" texts would be sent every so often. With a long sigh, I brushed it off and put the phone back into my pocket.
The first time we were supposed to actually meet up, he said he would book a hotel. I cancelled and said I was too busy (in my defense, I sort of was).
The first thought that scurried through my mind was "Shit. Does this guy EVER lay off?" My phone had been occasionally pestered by this guy and his hypersexual advances, and I had decided that I would not let this guy anywhere near me - let alone fuck me.
At least, until I got extremely horny.
I decided to respond to his texts, since he didn't look that bad over his picture, and I hadn't had any sex within the past few days.
Looking back on the experience, it was seriously a bad move on my part. There were plenty of warning signs of shadiness and danger that pervaded the air as soon as I met him in front of some pizza place near Rockefeller Center.
He was the first person I had ever had sex with who I wasn't 100% attracted to aesthetically. He looked - and was - rather pleasant. He had short brown hair, a really lanky frame, was 21 and wore sunglasses. I was immediately conflicted upon my first impression of him though. The sunglasses hid his eyes, which I typically like looking at when I meet guys. In fact that stretches to anyone really. Also, he had this slight gap in his front teeth that sort of made him look kind of weird/hillbillyish (but not enough to make me run away). Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised had he told me he was raised in the backwoods of some mountainous state with a family of white trash (it's harsh, I know, but I'm just being true to the description I had at the time - so let it be known that I really don't mean to offend anyone with that)!
Typically, I start my conversations with a handshake. In this situation, he seemed to think it would be proper to give me a fistbump. My head was bellowing "Seriously?! This is how you GREET people?!" A little taken aback with the weirdness of the situation, I somehow ignored the voices in the back of my mind yelling at me to leave this bozo.
Red flag of danger #1: He contradicts himself by describing the perfect place to have sex, but then asks me if I have any other ideas.
He told me that his sister's place just outside of the city was empty, and would be a perfect place where we could do it - but he really hoped I would have a place in mind. I was confused when he asked "Do you know any place better?"Why would you even ask if the place is practically abandoned?!
The red flag faded as he paid for the cost of transportation since I had met up with him. We started talking, and as he described his education, his life, and other aspects of his being, my mind drifted elsewhere. I was looking around, not really paying much attention to him. He didn't hold my interest. He seemed kind of fake for some reason.
We boarded a bus to leave the city together, and we started talking about our musical interests. He was everything that I don't really listen to. He is an avid bright pop like Brittany Spears, Aly and AJ, and Lady Gaga. He also appreciated hardcore metal every so often. On the other hand, I am a fan of anything, including pop, but I prefer songs with more soul and a mellow/lackadaisically cheerful pace. Or anything that just sounds aesthetic. I also felt like a hipster for a couple of seconds as I listed several bands he didn't know about. But trust me - I'm not a hipster.
He told me he smoked, and asked if I would have a problem with kissing a smoker. Never having tried it before, I said that it wouldn't be a problem - as long as I couldn't taste the ashes on his tongue. He noted that he had gum, so I wouldn't taste a thing. To test it out, he actually asked "Can I kiss you?" on the bus. I was a bit nervous at first, but I complied. I was pretty happy that the gum made sure no trace of cigarettes in his mouth existed - and we made out for a good couple of minutes.
My view of him started to shift slightly. He seemed nicer and more open after this point. The only thing that really distracted me at this point was the gap, and even that was fading in the back of my mind. I spent a good portion of the bus ride fantasizing about what would happen in that house, as I felt his rock hard cock through his jeans.
Red flag of danger #2: He led me to a completely abandoned area outside.
He led me to this abandoned-marshy area with a playground near a river behind some buildings. This was getting shadier and shadier. The muddy playground area was surrounded by copius amounts of dead bamboo-looking plants. Through the thick amounts of plants, I could see a fence that blocked off access to the river, and this weird structure that looked like an unfinished pier or bridge. Beyond that, there was a highway filled with passing cars.
It was a nice change of pace from the city. It was quiet. Very peaceful. But it made the experience a little disturbing for me. He discussed more of his personal life with me on the playground as he smoked another cigarette - but I continued to space off and breath in the fresh air as I basked in the silence.
"Do you mind if we go see the river?"
My conscious came crashing back down to earth as I mumbled "Sure." We maneuvered through the dry parts of the muddy ground, and walked through a small entrance of broken plants. These things seriously had to be about 6 or 7 feet tall, as they completely covered almost all sight of the river.
Red flag of danger #3: He led me to a place where I would NOT be able to run or get help of any sort.
As we walked towards the river, he stopped at a broken fence. He said that we should climb over it, and get to the other side. And then he said what I hoped he wouldn't say...
Red flag of danger #4: He revealed that he overtly lied to me.
He said that he actually did not have a place. My mind was blazing with fury, and I wanted to scream at him for being an asshole, and not telling me the truth. However, all I did was smile and ask "Why?" His response? "You wouldn't have came if I told you."
For some completely stupid reason, I listened to that, and hopped the fence with his support. He told me he wanted to do it here. I was beyond bewildered. I wanted to go home. I wanted to leave SO badly. But I didn't.
And then he kissed me. It was game over. My body had completely surrendered, and my hormones started driving me mad. I hit this point where I felt like I NEEDED him for some odd reason.
My hands started running all over his back as he started to undo his belt. He pulled his pants slightly down, revealing his semi-hard cock. He whispered "Suck it, please."
I was so obedient that it made me feel sick. I sucked without any idea of what I was doing. I started by kissing the head, and then I moved deeper and deeper down the length of his cock. I felt the tip go farther and farther into my mouth, covering it copious amounts of spit. I felt him hit the back of my throat, and I couldn't help but gag at the feeling. The noise I produced sounded exactly like what I had seen in porno - this weird *khegg* sound. I opened my mouth and moved back out of instinct, and took a second to catch my breath. I desperately put it back in and began sucking in earnest. He was moaning while I licked up and down, and all around the tip of his head with my tongue. I even liked his piss slit a couple of times, getting an interesting rise out of him.
I could feel his cock moving farther into me again - except it wasn't from my doing. I noticed his hips were moving back and forth as my head was doing so as well. Good lord! He was facefucking me! the idea hit me hard, as this would be the first time anyone has ever done something like this to me. A little bit shocked, I stayed where I was and let him pump in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, until he pulled me back up for a lengthy kiss.
"Can I fuck you?"
"No... Not here... I can't..."
I REALLY didn't want to. I was already nervous as it was. And the last time I had done anything outside, which was a bathroom, I was ridiculously close to getting caught (if you want to hear this, let me know - or I won't write it until WAY later). He pleaded for a couple of minutes, and I eventually decided to let him.
"But ONLY for a couple of minutes. I really don't want to get caught."
He agreed. He put on a trojan and put on the small packet of lube I provided for him. Near me, there was a wooden pillar jutting out from the ground, that he motioned for me to use as support while I bent over.
"One more general rule with my ass. Be gentle at first. Okay?"
He nodded and smiled at the thought.
He didn't start out with his dick (thank God!), but instead, he shoved a finger inside me. I started to moan loudly, because I couldn't handle the amount of pleasure I got from being penetrated once again. It went deeper and deeper, until I felt it hit my g-spot. I let out a small yelp of excitement - which caused him to pull out immediately. He thought I was in pain, but when I told him I felt the exact opposite, he decided that it was time.
I could feel his dick knocking against my back door - slowly moving inside me. My sphincter slowly began to stretch wider and wider. Before he could completely fit his head in, the burning sensation came back, but only for a second. I was getting way more used to this apparently. He tried one more time, and I could feel his entire length sink into me.
I have to admit, that was one of the smoothest experiences I've ever had when fucking a guy. It was pretty damn easy to handle his dick, which meant playing rough got easier too. Considering he knew I wanted this to be short, he started railing into me soon after he was inside me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he railed me at breakneck speed.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck yeah! Fuck me!"
I was screaming like a whore at this point. It was admittedly the best I had felt while having sex in a while! It was one position the entire time as I bent over for him, but he didn't give me or himself a break as he continued shoving into me like a horny dog. My breathing got heavier as I felt him pushing into my g-spot, and I felt insane waves of pleasure run throughout my body.
I heard some noises in the plants, but he kept reminding me that they were "just birds." Whether they were birds or not, or some pervy cameraman who was there hiding from me, I really didn't care too much at this point.
"Fuck yeah. You like that? You like that in your fucking little boipussy?"
Oh shit! His dirty words were turning me on. I moaned in response as he kept grinding into me, each shove a little bit faster and harder than the last. I started jacking myself off, wanting this to end. My entire ass was vibrating from the constant pulling sensation. Everything was too much to handle for me, so I screamed that I was going to cum.
It was the farthest I had ever cum during sex. I had to have shot about 2 or 3 feet ahead of me in about 6 or 7 loads. It was so much! So intense!
He kept fucking me for a couple more seconds and said:
"I wanna cum in your hot mouth."
Without a word, I bent down after he ripped the condom off and went to work. It was so dirty. The thought of sucking something that had JUST been in my ass was such a turn on! I mainly focused on the head, trying to get him to cum as quickly as possible, licking the tip and edges of the head. I also took my right hand and jacked him off while giving my special attention to the tip for a good minute or so. Eventually, I heard him start moaning - and I knew he was just about to bust.
He shot about 5 loads into my mouth, which I tasted for a couple of seconds. Not too terrible, but not too pleasant either (this wasn't my first experience with cum tasting - mind you) - so I decided to spit it out on the ground.
I looked around us, and the ground was littered with cum, a condom wrapper, and a lube packet. I wondered if anyone would find these things here and figure out what happened.
He paid for the cab back to the train station to get back to the city. As he left me in the taxi to go back to his house, our goodbye ended in nothing more than another fist bump.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Harlem Guy Part 2
At around 12:00pm, I woke up in his bed. I squinted from the light flowing through the window and looked around - recalling the events of the night before.
I turned to my right, and I noticed him turned away from me on his own side of the bed fast asleep. I scooched in a little bit closer to him, and placed my hands on his warm body.
I felt him start to stir, so I waited a while with my arms draped over the side of his arm. Eventually, he moved, took a look at me and started putting his hand on my arm. I thought that I was just going to get up from the bed and leave, but instead, he motioned my hand towards his dick. I rubbed it up and down a bit, wondering if there would really be any reaction at all. Luckily, I could feel him get harder.
I started to gently kiss and suck on his nipples again, eliciting a small moan. He even ended up completely turning around, with his ass facing me. Suddenly, urges started rushing through my head. Urges that I had actually never felt before with a guy.
I actually wanted to top him! I was so astounded with myself. I had always wanted to be a bottom - nothing more, nothing less. For some reason, the want to stick myself in him dominate my mind for a bit, as I started dry humping him. I started getting more and more cocky as I moved faster and faster, so I flipped him over and continued to hump away. Eventually, my cock was rock hard, and able to actually go inside. Condom or not, I couldn't care, it was this bizarre lust to give fucking a try.
I slowly started to move inside him, and I remember feeling my cock move a good couple of inches into him. He moaned quite a bit every time I pushed in. His ass felt so tight, so warm, and so perfect! I seriously wanted to keep going with this!
And then he breathed out "I can't do this."
Like a slap to the face, I was knocked out of my frenzied top mode. I quietly said "Okay" and pulled out immediately. I laid there next to him for a couple of minutes without saying a word. I didn't feel scared, or nervous for having gone too far, as he didn't say anything angrily.
What happened next was a complete blur. Someway, somehow, he managed to get me riled up again, and we I was once again in a bottom state of mind. We switched the positions we had earlier as I was face down on the bed. I could feel him humping away at my ass, slowly prying into me without a condom on. A little bit concerned, I asked if he had a condom to use, since I wanted to play it safe.
He put on this ridiculously dinky condom. It wasn't a magnum, so it didn't really fit. It covered about 3/5 of his dick, and made the tip look red and kinda gross from the lack of blood flow. My hormones were driving me nuts, and it seemed like things would just awkwardly end at this point, so I did the unimaginable. I ripped off the condom for him, laid back down, and just said "Go for it."
We went back into the missionary position just like a few hours ago, and fucked like animals for a good 45 minutes. Then, it back to the cowgirl position. As I started bouncing up and down on his cock, riding it faster and faster, I couldn't help but notice the window. And the how it was open. And that there was a sidewalk out there.
I asked "Hey, can people see us from out there?" He replied "Yeah they can."
I was pretty surprised with myself when I smiled and responded "That's pretty hot!" as I continued to ride him.
We went back to missionary for what seemed like the millionth time. My thighs were screaming for relief as well, but I seriously didn't care as all I wanted was for this guy to fuck me more and more, even though we had just done this mere hours ago. He picked up the pace, making me want to cum so badly! Before I shot, I looked him in the eye and asked him to be sure to pull out before cumming. He silently noted the request, and fucked me until I blasted a couple ropes of cum right back onto my stomach. Like he promised, he pulled out, and came over my stomach as well.
We talked for a bit afterwards, and he noted that he was surprised we did it twice in the span of a few hours. According to him, that doesn't typically happen.
He then announced that he had morning breath, and he bought me a Wisp toothbrush in case I had it too. It was pretty charming to see someone put at least a little bit of thought about a sleepover like this!
I couldn't get over how adorable the rest of the morning was! We wrestled around in bed, told jokes, laughed about stupid stuff, and discussed each other's plans for later that day. He asked me to go play the piano in his living room for a little bit, but I didn't have a lot of the music I know memorized, so my renditions of my repertoire were less than satisfactory.
Eventually, after some more wrestling and cute little "morning after" things, I left his apartment. He didn't seem very keen on the idea of kissing me goodbye, which made me a little disappointed (it would have topped off the experience for me) - but I dealt with it anyway.
Fortunately for me, my roommate wasn't home as soon as I had gotten back to my dorm, so I didn't have to explain the escapade of the previous night to him. Even better, he never really asked any questions beyond "Where were you?" Of course, I just answered "A friend's house in Harlem. We watched a movie."
I turned to my right, and I noticed him turned away from me on his own side of the bed fast asleep. I scooched in a little bit closer to him, and placed my hands on his warm body.
I felt him start to stir, so I waited a while with my arms draped over the side of his arm. Eventually, he moved, took a look at me and started putting his hand on my arm. I thought that I was just going to get up from the bed and leave, but instead, he motioned my hand towards his dick. I rubbed it up and down a bit, wondering if there would really be any reaction at all. Luckily, I could feel him get harder.
I started to gently kiss and suck on his nipples again, eliciting a small moan. He even ended up completely turning around, with his ass facing me. Suddenly, urges started rushing through my head. Urges that I had actually never felt before with a guy.
I actually wanted to top him! I was so astounded with myself. I had always wanted to be a bottom - nothing more, nothing less. For some reason, the want to stick myself in him dominate my mind for a bit, as I started dry humping him. I started getting more and more cocky as I moved faster and faster, so I flipped him over and continued to hump away. Eventually, my cock was rock hard, and able to actually go inside. Condom or not, I couldn't care, it was this bizarre lust to give fucking a try.
I slowly started to move inside him, and I remember feeling my cock move a good couple of inches into him. He moaned quite a bit every time I pushed in. His ass felt so tight, so warm, and so perfect! I seriously wanted to keep going with this!
And then he breathed out "I can't do this."
Like a slap to the face, I was knocked out of my frenzied top mode. I quietly said "Okay" and pulled out immediately. I laid there next to him for a couple of minutes without saying a word. I didn't feel scared, or nervous for having gone too far, as he didn't say anything angrily.
What happened next was a complete blur. Someway, somehow, he managed to get me riled up again, and we I was once again in a bottom state of mind. We switched the positions we had earlier as I was face down on the bed. I could feel him humping away at my ass, slowly prying into me without a condom on. A little bit concerned, I asked if he had a condom to use, since I wanted to play it safe.
He put on this ridiculously dinky condom. It wasn't a magnum, so it didn't really fit. It covered about 3/5 of his dick, and made the tip look red and kinda gross from the lack of blood flow. My hormones were driving me nuts, and it seemed like things would just awkwardly end at this point, so I did the unimaginable. I ripped off the condom for him, laid back down, and just said "Go for it."
We went back into the missionary position just like a few hours ago, and fucked like animals for a good 45 minutes. Then, it back to the cowgirl position. As I started bouncing up and down on his cock, riding it faster and faster, I couldn't help but notice the window. And the how it was open. And that there was a sidewalk out there.
I asked "Hey, can people see us from out there?" He replied "Yeah they can."
I was pretty surprised with myself when I smiled and responded "That's pretty hot!" as I continued to ride him.
We went back to missionary for what seemed like the millionth time. My thighs were screaming for relief as well, but I seriously didn't care as all I wanted was for this guy to fuck me more and more, even though we had just done this mere hours ago. He picked up the pace, making me want to cum so badly! Before I shot, I looked him in the eye and asked him to be sure to pull out before cumming. He silently noted the request, and fucked me until I blasted a couple ropes of cum right back onto my stomach. Like he promised, he pulled out, and came over my stomach as well.
We talked for a bit afterwards, and he noted that he was surprised we did it twice in the span of a few hours. According to him, that doesn't typically happen.
He then announced that he had morning breath, and he bought me a Wisp toothbrush in case I had it too. It was pretty charming to see someone put at least a little bit of thought about a sleepover like this!
I couldn't get over how adorable the rest of the morning was! We wrestled around in bed, told jokes, laughed about stupid stuff, and discussed each other's plans for later that day. He asked me to go play the piano in his living room for a little bit, but I didn't have a lot of the music I know memorized, so my renditions of my repertoire were less than satisfactory.
Eventually, after some more wrestling and cute little "morning after" things, I left his apartment. He didn't seem very keen on the idea of kissing me goodbye, which made me a little disappointed (it would have topped off the experience for me) - but I dealt with it anyway.
Fortunately for me, my roommate wasn't home as soon as I had gotten back to my dorm, so I didn't have to explain the escapade of the previous night to him. Even better, he never really asked any questions beyond "Where were you?" Of course, I just answered "A friend's house in Harlem. We watched a movie."
What's going down for the holidays
Hey readers! I'm going to be on a sexual hiatus for probably the next week since the holidays are coming up - and I have family that I can't get away from... Therefore, I'm going to attempt to use this time to get as many of the past stories out of the way so that I can start posting things only a couple of days after it happens (which means my memory/the writing quality will hopefully improve). I very happy that you guys are actually enjoying my writing so far, and I'm sure it'll improve as I keep this up!
Another thing I wanted to mention - I kind of want to get to know some of you readers out there! If any of you boys are 18, are going through a similar experience, and want someone to talk to about life, love, sex, and more - feel free to drop a comment! I'd be more than happy to listen because I know firsthand what all of you guys are going through! Also, trading stories sounds like it would be fun (even though most of my stories are being made public anyway)!
If you feel interested in the idea, just comment on here! Thanks again for reading!
Another thing I wanted to mention - I kind of want to get to know some of you readers out there! If any of you boys are 18, are going through a similar experience, and want someone to talk to about life, love, sex, and more - feel free to drop a comment! I'd be more than happy to listen because I know firsthand what all of you guys are going through! Also, trading stories sounds like it would be fun (even though most of my stories are being made public anyway)!
If you feel interested in the idea, just comment on here! Thanks again for reading!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Harlem Guy Part 1
Now that exams are over, I have plenty of time to keep writing for you guys! Once again, thanks for the support. Comments help drive my motivation to keep writing for you all!
And with that, we move on to guy #4.
I decided to skulk around Adam4Adam a little bit more soon after my last escapade, and stumbled upon a pretty interesting looking guy! To be honest, I don't remember who contacted who, but we somehow managed to start talking.
He was white, a few inches taller than me, reddish/blondish hair, and he came with an adorably sweet personality! What more could I ask for?
The thing that enticed me the most about this guy was his offer of a sleepover. To be completely honest, there is NOTHING I love more than cuddling with someone. I grew weak at the knees at the mere thought of actually having a warm body to hold for the night, and practically gushed with euphoria as I excitedly told him I'd be on my way as soon as I figured out where he was.
He said he had a place in Harlem - something that made me initially nervous. Considering the fact that I'm pretty new to New York, I had never entered Harlem before. I had all of these negative preconceptions about the area based on past stories I've heard, and I was seriously wondering what the hell I was getting into as I boarded the subway.
On my way to the subway, my phone vibrated - and told me I got a text message from this guy. It read along the lines of "Are you not coming?" Gah! It kind of annoyed me that he was impatient, but I decided to not think too much of it to not kill any mood.
The walk there was a little scary to be honest. It was pretty late at night. Feel free to call me a sissy, but I seriously did NOT want to mess with some of the hulking people I saw. Or maybe it was their gigantic jackets that made them look somewhat menacing? Who knows?
Eventually, I found his apartment. As soon as I stepped through that door, I was admittedly astounded by the design of his place! I felt SO lucky to only deal with guys who have a sense of class and know how to decorate thus far in my adventures. We sat down on the couch and talked for a little while about who we were, what races/families we came from (he was a cute mix of Italian and Puerto Rican), and food. Although some can't really do smalltalk well (I'll go over this soon), this guy really knew how to entertain someone!
Our conversation slowly drifted to thoughts about horror movies, which you guys should know I LOVE (based on the last guy). He decided to put on Paranormal Activity (which I had never seen, but enjoyed quite a bit!) on for the both of us as we snuggled together on the couch.
Our focus was fixed upon the movie... at least for 3/4 of it. Eventually, the non-scary dramatic scenes started to get longer, and we quickly focused our attention on each other. I could feel his warm breath flowing down the nape of my neck, so I decided to turn my head around for him. Our lips met with a gentle touch, which slowly turned into a full makeout session. However, each time the movie would switch to a nighttime scene, we'd stop and once again focus on the movie until the scary parts passed.
Once the movie was over, he took my hand and led me over to his bedroom. We were both so horny by this point, our clothes immediately disappeared over the side of the bed. I started by slowly kissing down his body. I went down to his cute little nipples and gently sucked each one for a little while before moving on and taking his massive dick in my mouth. I tried to go down as far as I could, but I couldn't help but get the feeling that I wasn't going too far down on him. However, I compromise, and I gently lick up and down his shaft, and lightly kiss the very tip of his head a few times.
Eventually, he decides to return the favor, and we swap positions. I couldn't help but moan as he expertly maneuvered his tongue all over my dick. I closed my eyes and let him do his work while thanking God that he didn't use his teeth like the bukkake guy. Unfortunately, he didn't stay down for very long, as he came back up for another kiss.
Then it was time for us to fuck. He laid down, and we got into a cowgirl position (I realized I typically resorted to this position before fucking because it's so much easier). After fishing around for the nearest magnum, he eventually pulled out that - and a bottle of lube. Once both were successfully put on, I lowered myself down onto him. This time though, I felt like I went down a bit easier compared tot he last 3 guys. I still had to wait for the burning sensation to pass, but I quickly recovered and started going down the whole length of his cock.
I have to say that this was the most gentle fuck I'd received thus far. And God was it fantastic! He gently and tenderly drove into me from the start, letting my ass get used to the sensation of his huge cock. I slowly bounced up and down, letting him penetrate deeper and deeper inside of me. My moans grew louder and louder as he kept plowing into me. My hands gripped the sheets as I attempted to push into him even more.
We fucked for what turned out to be 2 to 3 hours straight. We flipped over once so he could slam into me doggystyle, but eventually went right back to missionary. He pushed my thighs high up into the air, and made them stay there for most of the entire fuck. Every so often we would pause and cool off a little - allowing my aching thighs a little bit of rest.
At one point, he picked up the speed ever so slightly, and in response, I moaned that I was going to cum. I felt about 5 shots shoot up just up to the center of my chest. It was the first time I had ever cum while being fucked, and I have to say I prefer that over any other way of cumming! I could feel my ass tighten around his larger cock as he pushed into me even more - increasing the ecstacy.
As soon as I had finished, he pulled out and started jerking off. He came right over my stomach, where most of the cum was collected, and mixed his own with mine.
Once that was over, we toweled off and trailed to sleep without talking much more from the exhaustion. Of course, my time with him didn't end here - as the next morning was an animal in itself!
And with that, we move on to guy #4.
I decided to skulk around Adam4Adam a little bit more soon after my last escapade, and stumbled upon a pretty interesting looking guy! To be honest, I don't remember who contacted who, but we somehow managed to start talking.
He was white, a few inches taller than me, reddish/blondish hair, and he came with an adorably sweet personality! What more could I ask for?
The thing that enticed me the most about this guy was his offer of a sleepover. To be completely honest, there is NOTHING I love more than cuddling with someone. I grew weak at the knees at the mere thought of actually having a warm body to hold for the night, and practically gushed with euphoria as I excitedly told him I'd be on my way as soon as I figured out where he was.
He said he had a place in Harlem - something that made me initially nervous. Considering the fact that I'm pretty new to New York, I had never entered Harlem before. I had all of these negative preconceptions about the area based on past stories I've heard, and I was seriously wondering what the hell I was getting into as I boarded the subway.
On my way to the subway, my phone vibrated - and told me I got a text message from this guy. It read along the lines of "Are you not coming?" Gah! It kind of annoyed me that he was impatient, but I decided to not think too much of it to not kill any mood.
The walk there was a little scary to be honest. It was pretty late at night. Feel free to call me a sissy, but I seriously did NOT want to mess with some of the hulking people I saw. Or maybe it was their gigantic jackets that made them look somewhat menacing? Who knows?
Eventually, I found his apartment. As soon as I stepped through that door, I was admittedly astounded by the design of his place! I felt SO lucky to only deal with guys who have a sense of class and know how to decorate thus far in my adventures. We sat down on the couch and talked for a little while about who we were, what races/families we came from (he was a cute mix of Italian and Puerto Rican), and food. Although some can't really do smalltalk well (I'll go over this soon), this guy really knew how to entertain someone!
Our conversation slowly drifted to thoughts about horror movies, which you guys should know I LOVE (based on the last guy). He decided to put on Paranormal Activity (which I had never seen, but enjoyed quite a bit!) on for the both of us as we snuggled together on the couch.
Our focus was fixed upon the movie... at least for 3/4 of it. Eventually, the non-scary dramatic scenes started to get longer, and we quickly focused our attention on each other. I could feel his warm breath flowing down the nape of my neck, so I decided to turn my head around for him. Our lips met with a gentle touch, which slowly turned into a full makeout session. However, each time the movie would switch to a nighttime scene, we'd stop and once again focus on the movie until the scary parts passed.
Once the movie was over, he took my hand and led me over to his bedroom. We were both so horny by this point, our clothes immediately disappeared over the side of the bed. I started by slowly kissing down his body. I went down to his cute little nipples and gently sucked each one for a little while before moving on and taking his massive dick in my mouth. I tried to go down as far as I could, but I couldn't help but get the feeling that I wasn't going too far down on him. However, I compromise, and I gently lick up and down his shaft, and lightly kiss the very tip of his head a few times.
Eventually, he decides to return the favor, and we swap positions. I couldn't help but moan as he expertly maneuvered his tongue all over my dick. I closed my eyes and let him do his work while thanking God that he didn't use his teeth like the bukkake guy. Unfortunately, he didn't stay down for very long, as he came back up for another kiss.
Then it was time for us to fuck. He laid down, and we got into a cowgirl position (I realized I typically resorted to this position before fucking because it's so much easier). After fishing around for the nearest magnum, he eventually pulled out that - and a bottle of lube. Once both were successfully put on, I lowered myself down onto him. This time though, I felt like I went down a bit easier compared tot he last 3 guys. I still had to wait for the burning sensation to pass, but I quickly recovered and started going down the whole length of his cock.
I have to say that this was the most gentle fuck I'd received thus far. And God was it fantastic! He gently and tenderly drove into me from the start, letting my ass get used to the sensation of his huge cock. I slowly bounced up and down, letting him penetrate deeper and deeper inside of me. My moans grew louder and louder as he kept plowing into me. My hands gripped the sheets as I attempted to push into him even more.
We fucked for what turned out to be 2 to 3 hours straight. We flipped over once so he could slam into me doggystyle, but eventually went right back to missionary. He pushed my thighs high up into the air, and made them stay there for most of the entire fuck. Every so often we would pause and cool off a little - allowing my aching thighs a little bit of rest.
At one point, he picked up the speed ever so slightly, and in response, I moaned that I was going to cum. I felt about 5 shots shoot up just up to the center of my chest. It was the first time I had ever cum while being fucked, and I have to say I prefer that over any other way of cumming! I could feel my ass tighten around his larger cock as he pushed into me even more - increasing the ecstacy.
As soon as I had finished, he pulled out and started jerking off. He came right over my stomach, where most of the cum was collected, and mixed his own with mine.
Once that was over, we toweled off and trailed to sleep without talking much more from the exhaustion. Of course, my time with him didn't end here - as the next morning was an animal in itself!
Horror Movie Dude
For the sake of not posting a terribly horrific failure (if you ACTUALLY want to hear this, let me know... but the ending isn't very satisfactory), I'm going to skip right over to guy number 3!
After hunting around Craigslist for a while, I got kind of bored with all the emailing I had to do. I had to wait for pictures, stats, and all sorts of vital information that would help me decide whether I would want to fuck or not! And then, I found my miracle - Adam4Adam!
Starting up with this site was a painfully slow process, but I was astounded SOMETHING would actually let me choose the guys based off of the pictures first, and not the interests! After getting acquainted with the site, and discovering what it had to offer in the way of guys, parties, and other things - I decided to start emailing some people.
I managed to pinpoint my search down to two guys who replied. The first one I contacted (who will appear in a later story) told me he was a bottom who recently decided to become a top. For some reason, he had this really bizarre urge to fuck me. And he was pretty vocal about it. A little weirded out by the overt advances, I decided to go for the second, more chill, dude.
This guy was aesthetically similar to my first time guy. He was blond, skinny (actually, thinner than the first guy), and 23-24 years old. Although, it wasn't his looks that really enticed me at first. It was actually his offer of cuddling in front of a horror movie that drew me in like a fly to a light.
And then I was off! He had a small apartment near Times Square, so it took about 15 minutes to get there. As soon as I walked into the building, I couldn't help but notice how AMAZING the interior design was. Marble covered the floors, while several things were decked out in a nice gold trim. There was also a beautiful looking wooden piano that I had strong urges to run up to an play. But of course - I had to make my way past the security guard first...
She was bordering on bitchy, but she seemed to attempt to be nice to me. As she gave me my name tag, I noticed that she put down my middle name as my first name, even after she had an eyeful of my ID, and an earful of my name as soon as she asked for it. After a couple of minutes of waiting, she finally directed me to the elevator.
I couldn't help but notice that I didn't feel a sense of apprehension when knocking on the door this time. As soon as he opened the door, I realized why.
He looked just as nice as his picture! Very slim, very cute, and his extremely small apartment had a wonderful sense of style. He explained that he worked for playbill, and was an alumni of the school I currently go to. After a little bit more introductions on both sides, he asked me to choose the movie we would watch. Not having seen it many times before, I decided to watch "Suspiria" with him, since I had never seen the whole movie.
We laughed at the insanely bright visuals and ridiculous score of the movie as we cuddled together on his bed. Once the movie ended, things started to heat up...
I turned my head around as we spooned, and our lips slowly pressed together. I turned around and quickly proceeded to make out with him, feeling his lithe body all over as his hands searched mine as well. From this point, we started shifting through several positions, until he eventually laid down on my right side. At that point, both our jeans flew off, as did our underwear. I put my hand on his now-hard cock, and slowly started to jack him off. Of course, he did the same thing as we continued lip-locking for the next few minutes.
What happened next was a complete blur. However, I somehow managed to end up right on top of him. stared down into his pretty-looking face as he whispered "Do you want me to fuck you?" I quickly answered "Of course," with a wide grin on my face. I asked for some lube and a condom, and once they were on, I started to lower myself onto his nicely sized dick.
Like the first time, it burned like hell as soon upon his first entry. I pulled off and allowed the pain to subside for a second, and then tried again. This time, I went down pretty quickly on the entire length. I slowly started to bounce up and down, getting used to the feel of having a cock inside of me once again. I started to moan a little bit, in hopes that I wouldn't disturb the neighbors since we were separated from them by only a wall.
Then he took charge. He started slamming into me faster than I thought - taking my breath away instantly. I could feel all the pleasure surging throughout my entire body as he moved in and out. As I rode him for a while, my moaning increased in volume ever so slightly. I couldn't stifle the amount of euphoria rushing through my mind at all as he started pumping in harder and faster.
He then asked me to flip over, and we took it to the missionary position again. He raised up both my legs, and started plowing into me extremely deep. We fucked like rabbits for what seemed like hours. My moans were now uncontrollable as my concern for his neighbors hearing us became lost in a sea of pure, physical pleasure.
He made it known he wanted me to cum first, so he pulled off the condom and started to finger me. And boy, did he finger me good! In fact, it was the most intense fingering I ever had! He mercilessly drove two of his fingers in and out as fast as he could, and he sure didn't mind going as deep as he wanted. My moans escalated as I slowly realized I wouldn't be able to handle the intensity much longer.
Cumming felt like such a wonderful relief. I exploded at least 5 or 6 ropes out onto my chest, and panted like crazy afterward. He quickly followed by jerking off onto my chest also - mixing his hot, steamy cum with mine.
We took a quick together shower afterwards, and I managed to clean up all of the hot seed that covered me. I asked "Do movie dates typically turn out like this for you?" He replied "Not really." I laughed at the idea as I turned to leave. Before I could, he grabbed me and planted a kiss on my lips as a goodbye before I walked out the door - thoroughly satisfied for the evening.
After hunting around Craigslist for a while, I got kind of bored with all the emailing I had to do. I had to wait for pictures, stats, and all sorts of vital information that would help me decide whether I would want to fuck or not! And then, I found my miracle - Adam4Adam!
Starting up with this site was a painfully slow process, but I was astounded SOMETHING would actually let me choose the guys based off of the pictures first, and not the interests! After getting acquainted with the site, and discovering what it had to offer in the way of guys, parties, and other things - I decided to start emailing some people.
I managed to pinpoint my search down to two guys who replied. The first one I contacted (who will appear in a later story) told me he was a bottom who recently decided to become a top. For some reason, he had this really bizarre urge to fuck me. And he was pretty vocal about it. A little weirded out by the overt advances, I decided to go for the second, more chill, dude.
This guy was aesthetically similar to my first time guy. He was blond, skinny (actually, thinner than the first guy), and 23-24 years old. Although, it wasn't his looks that really enticed me at first. It was actually his offer of cuddling in front of a horror movie that drew me in like a fly to a light.
And then I was off! He had a small apartment near Times Square, so it took about 15 minutes to get there. As soon as I walked into the building, I couldn't help but notice how AMAZING the interior design was. Marble covered the floors, while several things were decked out in a nice gold trim. There was also a beautiful looking wooden piano that I had strong urges to run up to an play. But of course - I had to make my way past the security guard first...
She was bordering on bitchy, but she seemed to attempt to be nice to me. As she gave me my name tag, I noticed that she put down my middle name as my first name, even after she had an eyeful of my ID, and an earful of my name as soon as she asked for it. After a couple of minutes of waiting, she finally directed me to the elevator.
I couldn't help but notice that I didn't feel a sense of apprehension when knocking on the door this time. As soon as he opened the door, I realized why.
He looked just as nice as his picture! Very slim, very cute, and his extremely small apartment had a wonderful sense of style. He explained that he worked for playbill, and was an alumni of the school I currently go to. After a little bit more introductions on both sides, he asked me to choose the movie we would watch. Not having seen it many times before, I decided to watch "Suspiria" with him, since I had never seen the whole movie.
We laughed at the insanely bright visuals and ridiculous score of the movie as we cuddled together on his bed. Once the movie ended, things started to heat up...
I turned my head around as we spooned, and our lips slowly pressed together. I turned around and quickly proceeded to make out with him, feeling his lithe body all over as his hands searched mine as well. From this point, we started shifting through several positions, until he eventually laid down on my right side. At that point, both our jeans flew off, as did our underwear. I put my hand on his now-hard cock, and slowly started to jack him off. Of course, he did the same thing as we continued lip-locking for the next few minutes.
What happened next was a complete blur. However, I somehow managed to end up right on top of him. stared down into his pretty-looking face as he whispered "Do you want me to fuck you?" I quickly answered "Of course," with a wide grin on my face. I asked for some lube and a condom, and once they were on, I started to lower myself onto his nicely sized dick.
Like the first time, it burned like hell as soon upon his first entry. I pulled off and allowed the pain to subside for a second, and then tried again. This time, I went down pretty quickly on the entire length. I slowly started to bounce up and down, getting used to the feel of having a cock inside of me once again. I started to moan a little bit, in hopes that I wouldn't disturb the neighbors since we were separated from them by only a wall.
Then he took charge. He started slamming into me faster than I thought - taking my breath away instantly. I could feel all the pleasure surging throughout my entire body as he moved in and out. As I rode him for a while, my moaning increased in volume ever so slightly. I couldn't stifle the amount of euphoria rushing through my mind at all as he started pumping in harder and faster.
He then asked me to flip over, and we took it to the missionary position again. He raised up both my legs, and started plowing into me extremely deep. We fucked like rabbits for what seemed like hours. My moans were now uncontrollable as my concern for his neighbors hearing us became lost in a sea of pure, physical pleasure.
He made it known he wanted me to cum first, so he pulled off the condom and started to finger me. And boy, did he finger me good! In fact, it was the most intense fingering I ever had! He mercilessly drove two of his fingers in and out as fast as he could, and he sure didn't mind going as deep as he wanted. My moans escalated as I slowly realized I wouldn't be able to handle the intensity much longer.
Cumming felt like such a wonderful relief. I exploded at least 5 or 6 ropes out onto my chest, and panted like crazy afterward. He quickly followed by jerking off onto my chest also - mixing his hot, steamy cum with mine.
We took a quick together shower afterwards, and I managed to clean up all of the hot seed that covered me. I asked "Do movie dates typically turn out like this for you?" He replied "Not really." I laughed at the idea as I turned to leave. Before I could, he grabbed me and planted a kiss on my lips as a goodbye before I walked out the door - thoroughly satisfied for the evening.
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