I can't stop thinking about my old school friend (also male).
When we just into puberty we started jacking off together whilst watching porn. Being the young teenagers that we were, we experimented. A couple of things I can't get off my mind even though I'm in a loving, steady relationship with my girlfriend...
... One time we were jacking off, he was on his bed and I was on the floor. For some reason I slipped my hand under the covers and started jacking him off. He didn't stop me. I pulled the covers back and took his hard cock in my mouth, after sucking and jacking for while I for some reason stopped. We carried on jacking til we both cum on a porn mag and that was that.
Another time we were both drunk and I laid on the floor half passed out. I heard him put some porn on the computer and asking if I wanted to jack off with him, but I just laid there, getting hard at the thought of him getting hard. After a while I felt him kneel over me and rub his hard cock up against my ass. I didn't press back, but this massive part of me fantasised about him slowly getting inside me and fucking me, I was literally rock hard at the thought, I wanted him to pound my ass until he pulled out and shot his load on my back, or if I could pluck up the courage turn round and swallow.
None of that happened. He stopped pressing up against me after a while, sat on the bed and jacked himself off, my heart sank at the opportunity to not have him inside me and to taste his load.
I need to confess this now, because he moved away a few years ago, but now he's back. And whilst I was yeyo'd up one night, I text him to tell him how I felt. Even though I am in a loving, sexually fulfilling relationship with my girlfriend. Now he's back I can't help when I look at him, his massive balls, his bel end winding as he tosses his self off, the white hot shots of cum he shoots all over his stomach when he cums.
I asked him if he would help me. I asked him if we could jack off again together, and if he would let me do what I so badly crave, but he (granted with empathy and understanding) declined. Said he had come to the conclusion he was 100% straight.
Now I'm left in no mans land. It's kind of him specifically, but not necessarily, I just feel comfortable with him. I do not find men aesthetically attractive, nor am I emotionally attached.
I have an obsession with cock. I want to grasp another man's, tongue around his shaft. In extreme urges I want another man to fuck me; feel his cock inside me as I tease his balls. I crave so much for a man to groan as I suck him dry, swallowing every last drop he I've worked for.
I will never get this chance. And I can live with that, but what I can't understand is why I keep a picture of my cock on my emails to send him if he ever by any chance asks, in the hope I can one day see another cock.
I'm seeing him tomorrow. Whilst I will contain myself. I have to confess, this will be all I think about. His cock . Cock in general.
I, me, confess, I am bisexual, and I would give anything to please another man.
When we just into puberty we started jacking off together whilst watching porn. Being the young teenagers that we were, we experimented. A couple of things I can't get off my mind even though I'm in a loving, steady relationship with my girlfriend...
... One time we were jacking off, he was on his bed and I was on the floor. For some reason I slipped my hand under the covers and started jacking him off. He didn't stop me. I pulled the covers back and took his hard cock in my mouth, after sucking and jacking for while I for some reason stopped. We carried on jacking til we both cum on a porn mag and that was that.
Another time we were both drunk and I laid on the floor half passed out. I heard him put some porn on the computer and asking if I wanted to jack off with him, but I just laid there, getting hard at the thought of him getting hard. After a while I felt him kneel over me and rub his hard cock up against my ass. I didn't press back, but this massive part of me fantasised about him slowly getting inside me and fucking me, I was literally rock hard at the thought, I wanted him to pound my ass until he pulled out and shot his load on my back, or if I could pluck up the courage turn round and swallow.
None of that happened. He stopped pressing up against me after a while, sat on the bed and jacked himself off, my heart sank at the opportunity to not have him inside me and to taste his load.
I need to confess this now, because he moved away a few years ago, but now he's back. And whilst I was yeyo'd up one night, I text him to tell him how I felt. Even though I am in a loving, sexually fulfilling relationship with my girlfriend. Now he's back I can't help when I look at him, his massive balls, his bel end winding as he tosses his self off, the white hot shots of cum he shoots all over his stomach when he cums.
I asked him if he would help me. I asked him if we could jack off again together, and if he would let me do what I so badly crave, but he (granted with empathy and understanding) declined. Said he had come to the conclusion he was 100% straight.
Now I'm left in no mans land. It's kind of him specifically, but not necessarily, I just feel comfortable with him. I do not find men aesthetically attractive, nor am I emotionally attached.
I have an obsession with cock. I want to grasp another man's, tongue around his shaft. In extreme urges I want another man to fuck me; feel his cock inside me as I tease his balls. I crave so much for a man to groan as I suck him dry, swallowing every last drop he I've worked for.
I will never get this chance. And I can live with that, but what I can't understand is why I keep a picture of my cock on my emails to send him if he ever by any chance asks, in the hope I can one day see another cock.
I'm seeing him tomorrow. Whilst I will contain myself. I have to confess, this will be all I think about. His cock . Cock in general.
I, me, confess, I am bisexual, and I would give anything to please another man.
