Have you ever wanted someone so bad you ached? Someone you wanted so bad you masturbated several times a day thinking about them?
I have had a serious, almost debilitating, powerful attraction to one of my school friends. We've been friends since we were 6 and I've had this crush on him since I was about 13.
He is simply flawless, completely perfect in every way. He is exactly my type. In fact I would say "my type" was formed based on the crush I've had on him. He's simply gorgeous. A little over six feet tall, dark sandy blond hair, blue eyes, nice wide, white, easy smile. Smooth baby face and dimples that make me melt. He has the makings of a Hollywood movie star, a teen idol. He's the perfect size. Not bulky with muscles, but very, very fit with great muscle tone. He's got a body like an Olympic swimmer. Seriously.
For years, I've dreamed of sucking his dick and sucking it like there's no tomorrow. I would seriously suck him off as many times as he would come and swallow every bit of his cum. I get chills thinking about it.
This last week, we went on vacation in Florida. Seeing him all wet and nearly naked was driving me crazy. Seriously, I had to go back to the room several times to masturbate. It was seriously about to drive me absolutely nuts. I couldn't take it.
The night before we were leaving to go back home, we decided to go out and hit the town big time. We were going to party like crazy and see the sun come up. We both had way too much to drink, so we wrapped it up a bit early and got a cab back to the room. He had a bit more to drink than I did and I think he was getting sick. In the cab, he kept leaning over and resting his head on my shoulder. I started to panic because I was getting a hard on. I was scared to death, really really scared, that he was going to notice and figure out what was up. I tried shifting it around to keep it down, but there was no way. It was reaching maximum hardness quickly.
When I tried to shift it around again, he looked at me and goes, "Dude, what's up? What are you doing?" Then, my heart was racing at 200 bpm, and I was panicked. He saw me try to hide it again and then noticed it. He goes, "Dude, you got a major woody. What's up with that?"
I tried to laugh it off and explain it away, but it was completely, ridiculously obvious how nervous I was. I was like a deer in the headlights. He knew what was up.
He laid his head back down on my shoulder and patted my arm and said, "It's OK. I'm cool with that." For the next few minutes before we got back to the room, I was wondering what he meant exactly by "I'm cool with that."
When we got back to the hotel, I was helping him walk back to the room, with his arm around my shoulder. I was still stiff as could be. When we got in the elevator, he reached around and tapped my crotch. "Ha, you've still got a woody." He was on to me and was teasing me. I was unbelieveably embarassed and thought about how this would be the end of our friendship in the morning when he sobered up.
When we got up to the room, I led him to his bed and set him down. He was still quite drunk. He said, "help me get my shirt off." This was not good. I had started going soft finally and as soon as he said that, I perked right up again. I pulled his shirt over his head and off his arms. O, MFG! I was shaking, literally. I had goose bumps. I was so smitten with him at this moment. I think he could hear my heart beating. I'm sure of it. I kept swallowing hard.
Once he had his shirt off, he laid back, stretching out his beautiful, smooth, tanned, lean, muscled chest and stomach. "OK, my pants." I thought about feigning an objection so I wouldn't seem too eager, but I just went with it. I unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, and pulled off his pants. There he was laying in front of me, with me facing his crotch. He just laid there for about 15 seconds, with me staying there looking at him. By this time, I didn't care if he knew I was lusting after him. Things seemed to be going in an obvious direction, but I didn't have the courage to initiate anything.
After a few seconds of laying there, he began to handle his crotch a bit, first just pulling up his balls to get some air down there, then sort of very lightly and slowly pulling on his dick. I was still standing there in front of him.
After pulling on himself for about another half minute, he looks up at me, pauses, then directs his eyes as if motioning me toward his crotch. I still wasn't sure if I was reading things right, so I leaned over slowly and put my hand near his knee, thinking if this turned badly, I could make like I was just giving a friendly "goodnight" pat on the leg.
When I touched his leg, he didn't react. He kept pulling his dick. I moved my hand closer up his thigh. That's when he reached down and pulled my hand right to his crotch. He wanted me to take over the masturbation. I did. He let go and relaxed.
Soon, I was down on my knees, nearly wobbling, in front of him, jerking him off. After I pulled on him for about a minute or two, he looked down at me. He noticed, even before I did, that I had moved my face to within less than a foot of his dick. He kept looking at me, sort of smiling, giving me affirmation. After another minute or so, when I looked up at him, he nodded, which I took to mean he was willing to let me go down on him and suck his dick.
I eagerly took a firm handful of him and opened wide. I got my first taste of his meaty, tasty, smooth and rigid dick. I took as much of it as I could into my mouth, spreading my tongue across it as wide as possible. I forced it down my throat to the point where I was almost gagging. I wanted to get my tongue down on the base, where I know it feels good.
He was breathing heavy and stroking my arm. He kept moving his dick back and forth in my mouth. He started moaning and grunting. I was still trembling.
I kept sucking and sucking, and sucking some more. I didn't ever want it to stop. I was loving it. He tasted beautiful. I simply couldn't believe what was happening. Here is my mouth, wrapped around the dick of someone I've fantasized about and masturbated to probably thousands of times. He was a dream come true.
It took forever to get him to a point where I thought he was starting to feel the urge to come. I probably sucked him constantly, vigorously, and thoroughly for close to 15 minutes. Finally he started the tell tale twitching. He started spasming a bit, then taking stunted breaths and grunting in intervals.
The grunting and twitching grew more urgent, he was almost whining and yelping. I think he was trying to hold back. When he realized I was staying put and working harder to make him come, he let go. Then and there he unleashed a huge, gooey, salty-sweet tingley splash of cum all over my mouth and throat. I savored it like expensive wine. I wanted even more. I kept sucking and pulling his dick, trying to milk it for every drop.
Once I got every last bit of it, I swished it around, loving the imagery of every single one of his millions of sperm swimming around inside my mouth. I kept rolling it over my tongue, over and over, tasting every bit of it until I couldn't taste any more. I didn't want to let it go. I wanted to taste his cum on my tongue forever. But I eventually got my fill and then wanted to take it further in me. I started swallowing, little bit by little bit, until it was gone. I licked my lips and tasted one last remnant. Delicious.
I went back down on his limp dick and rolled it around in my mouth. He got a sly smile on his face. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up next to him. He put his arms around me, but kept his eyes closed, facing up at the ceiling, smiling, and didn't say a word. We fell asleep just like that.
When we woke up, naked next to each other, we were both horny as hell and ready for another round. I moved my hand down across his gorgeous flat, muscular stomach, across his fuzzy pubes, and put my fingers around his dick. I pulled no more than four or five times and he was hard. I maneuvered around to get my face down there, and shoved his stiff meaty dick into my mouth for a repeat performance. It was every bit as hot as the first time and he unloaded another huge jet of ample, thick, hot cum down my throat.
What an unbelieveable fantasy come true. He is absolutely the hottest guy I've ever seen and never imagined I would actually get to taste his dick in my mouth. I'm completely stoked.
I have had a serious, almost debilitating, powerful attraction to one of my school friends. We've been friends since we were 6 and I've had this crush on him since I was about 13.
He is simply flawless, completely perfect in every way. He is exactly my type. In fact I would say "my type" was formed based on the crush I've had on him. He's simply gorgeous. A little over six feet tall, dark sandy blond hair, blue eyes, nice wide, white, easy smile. Smooth baby face and dimples that make me melt. He has the makings of a Hollywood movie star, a teen idol. He's the perfect size. Not bulky with muscles, but very, very fit with great muscle tone. He's got a body like an Olympic swimmer. Seriously.
For years, I've dreamed of sucking his dick and sucking it like there's no tomorrow. I would seriously suck him off as many times as he would come and swallow every bit of his cum. I get chills thinking about it.
This last week, we went on vacation in Florida. Seeing him all wet and nearly naked was driving me crazy. Seriously, I had to go back to the room several times to masturbate. It was seriously about to drive me absolutely nuts. I couldn't take it.
The night before we were leaving to go back home, we decided to go out and hit the town big time. We were going to party like crazy and see the sun come up. We both had way too much to drink, so we wrapped it up a bit early and got a cab back to the room. He had a bit more to drink than I did and I think he was getting sick. In the cab, he kept leaning over and resting his head on my shoulder. I started to panic because I was getting a hard on. I was scared to death, really really scared, that he was going to notice and figure out what was up. I tried shifting it around to keep it down, but there was no way. It was reaching maximum hardness quickly.
When I tried to shift it around again, he looked at me and goes, "Dude, what's up? What are you doing?" Then, my heart was racing at 200 bpm, and I was panicked. He saw me try to hide it again and then noticed it. He goes, "Dude, you got a major woody. What's up with that?"
I tried to laugh it off and explain it away, but it was completely, ridiculously obvious how nervous I was. I was like a deer in the headlights. He knew what was up.
He laid his head back down on my shoulder and patted my arm and said, "It's OK. I'm cool with that." For the next few minutes before we got back to the room, I was wondering what he meant exactly by "I'm cool with that."
When we got back to the hotel, I was helping him walk back to the room, with his arm around my shoulder. I was still stiff as could be. When we got in the elevator, he reached around and tapped my crotch. "Ha, you've still got a woody." He was on to me and was teasing me. I was unbelieveably embarassed and thought about how this would be the end of our friendship in the morning when he sobered up.
When we got up to the room, I led him to his bed and set him down. He was still quite drunk. He said, "help me get my shirt off." This was not good. I had started going soft finally and as soon as he said that, I perked right up again. I pulled his shirt over his head and off his arms. O, MFG! I was shaking, literally. I had goose bumps. I was so smitten with him at this moment. I think he could hear my heart beating. I'm sure of it. I kept swallowing hard.
Once he had his shirt off, he laid back, stretching out his beautiful, smooth, tanned, lean, muscled chest and stomach. "OK, my pants." I thought about feigning an objection so I wouldn't seem too eager, but I just went with it. I unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, and pulled off his pants. There he was laying in front of me, with me facing his crotch. He just laid there for about 15 seconds, with me staying there looking at him. By this time, I didn't care if he knew I was lusting after him. Things seemed to be going in an obvious direction, but I didn't have the courage to initiate anything.
After a few seconds of laying there, he began to handle his crotch a bit, first just pulling up his balls to get some air down there, then sort of very lightly and slowly pulling on his dick. I was still standing there in front of him.
After pulling on himself for about another half minute, he looks up at me, pauses, then directs his eyes as if motioning me toward his crotch. I still wasn't sure if I was reading things right, so I leaned over slowly and put my hand near his knee, thinking if this turned badly, I could make like I was just giving a friendly "goodnight" pat on the leg.
When I touched his leg, he didn't react. He kept pulling his dick. I moved my hand closer up his thigh. That's when he reached down and pulled my hand right to his crotch. He wanted me to take over the masturbation. I did. He let go and relaxed.
Soon, I was down on my knees, nearly wobbling, in front of him, jerking him off. After I pulled on him for about a minute or two, he looked down at me. He noticed, even before I did, that I had moved my face to within less than a foot of his dick. He kept looking at me, sort of smiling, giving me affirmation. After another minute or so, when I looked up at him, he nodded, which I took to mean he was willing to let me go down on him and suck his dick.
I eagerly took a firm handful of him and opened wide. I got my first taste of his meaty, tasty, smooth and rigid dick. I took as much of it as I could into my mouth, spreading my tongue across it as wide as possible. I forced it down my throat to the point where I was almost gagging. I wanted to get my tongue down on the base, where I know it feels good.
He was breathing heavy and stroking my arm. He kept moving his dick back and forth in my mouth. He started moaning and grunting. I was still trembling.
I kept sucking and sucking, and sucking some more. I didn't ever want it to stop. I was loving it. He tasted beautiful. I simply couldn't believe what was happening. Here is my mouth, wrapped around the dick of someone I've fantasized about and masturbated to probably thousands of times. He was a dream come true.
It took forever to get him to a point where I thought he was starting to feel the urge to come. I probably sucked him constantly, vigorously, and thoroughly for close to 15 minutes. Finally he started the tell tale twitching. He started spasming a bit, then taking stunted breaths and grunting in intervals.
The grunting and twitching grew more urgent, he was almost whining and yelping. I think he was trying to hold back. When he realized I was staying put and working harder to make him come, he let go. Then and there he unleashed a huge, gooey, salty-sweet tingley splash of cum all over my mouth and throat. I savored it like expensive wine. I wanted even more. I kept sucking and pulling his dick, trying to milk it for every drop.
Once I got every last bit of it, I swished it around, loving the imagery of every single one of his millions of sperm swimming around inside my mouth. I kept rolling it over my tongue, over and over, tasting every bit of it until I couldn't taste any more. I didn't want to let it go. I wanted to taste his cum on my tongue forever. But I eventually got my fill and then wanted to take it further in me. I started swallowing, little bit by little bit, until it was gone. I licked my lips and tasted one last remnant. Delicious.
I went back down on his limp dick and rolled it around in my mouth. He got a sly smile on his face. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up next to him. He put his arms around me, but kept his eyes closed, facing up at the ceiling, smiling, and didn't say a word. We fell asleep just like that.
When we woke up, naked next to each other, we were both horny as hell and ready for another round. I moved my hand down across his gorgeous flat, muscular stomach, across his fuzzy pubes, and put my fingers around his dick. I pulled no more than four or five times and he was hard. I maneuvered around to get my face down there, and shoved his stiff meaty dick into my mouth for a repeat performance. It was every bit as hot as the first time and he unloaded another huge jet of ample, thick, hot cum down my throat.
What an unbelieveable fantasy come true. He is absolutely the hottest guy I've ever seen and never imagined I would actually get to taste his dick in my mouth. I'm completely stoked.
