DISCLAIMER: The following story contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys, as well as between a teenage boy and girl. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DON'T READ IT! If you choose to read it, then please enjoy.
Part of this is based upon actual events in my life but also upon dreams I have had of how I guess I wanted my life to be. I may also take moments from things that have happened to friends of mine. or even maybe bits from movies and TV shows, so if you see something you recognise then you are prolly right and I took it from there. I'm a slow writer but I will try and write a chapter once a week. Please enjoy.
People's names will be changed to keep their identities a secret.
The Courage To Be Me!
Knowing that we hadn't much time was somehow both frustrating and stimulating at the same time! Last time our need for each other had taken over and though it hadn't ended as we would have liked, at least we knew what the other wanted and how we felt.
At the first taste of Loxley's lips my inhibitions, which had been building a little, fell away without any hesitation. Our hands were all over each other. Our mouths opened without resistance - and I experienced again the sweet taste of him, shared his mouth juices, sucked on his tongue and pushed mine deeply inside him.
Sucking on him was like being plugged into some energy source, something that was feeding me what I had needed for so long. Our faces were wet with each other's saliva - and I loved the sensuous feeling of our wet lips and cheeks sliding together.
As we kissed, our hands explored. He pressed against me as he pulled my ass in to him and traced the line of my ass crack through my pants - I couldn't help but push back onto him as a finger seemed almost to want to push through the stitching into my hole. I reached down and felt his hardness behind his fly - covering it with my hand and massaging firmly.
I opened my legs as his hand now slipped between them - oh god! it was heaven! - while the other squeezed my dick which at that moment felt huge! All that I seemed to be at that moment was a cock and a hole! I reached around him, the tips of my fingers pushing into his crack as far as his pants would allow, and then pulling them slightly apart.
I couldn't stop myself - and I didn't want to! I turned around and pushed my ass into his hard crotch, bending just a little and reaching behind me to pull him into me. His hands embraced me, running all over the front of my body, coming to rest on my crotch and squeezing my dick and balls, reaching in between my thighs and pulling me onto him, my thighs turned outwards, my back arched, my ass lodged on his hard cock. His warm breath and wet tongue were on my neck and I turned my head so that our tongues could meet and suck on each other. It was such a hot position and I strained to keep my balance.
With a gentle pressure on my hips which I understood without difficulty, he turned me around and, as before, guided me towards the bed where I flopped backwards with him following. We sucked on each others lips and tongues, left trails along each other's faces - lips, ears and necks wet - sliding our mouths together, breathing each other's breath, moaning into each other's mouth, grinding our cocks together.
I humped up towards him - my cock was drooling again in my boxers - I could feel the delicious wetness! I opened my legs and drew them up so that he could lie between them, crotch to crotch. In my mind's eye I could see again his beautiful dick oozing pre-cum and ready to shoot - and I could feel it again against my balls, hard and firm , prodding and pushing. My ass was throbbing! I could almost feel my asshole wanting him inside me - tightening and relaxing, preparing itself for him. I pulled him tightly into me, lifting my ass up off the bed, wrapping my legs around him! I had never really thought of his fucking me - somehow, perhaps, knowing that now was not the time, that we couldn't actually do it, my fantasies were released and I wanted him - I wanted to do everything my imagination, or his, could suggest!
We were so close that I felt it when he caught his breath, actually felt him groan, the vibration of his voice in my mouth. I could tell that his climax was approaching - his humping movements were fast and regular and accompanied by grunts and moans. I knew I wasn't close to cumming. I was excited and my cock was leaking, as usual, enough pre cum to wet through to my trousers if I wasn't careful - though I wasn't ready to cum yet. But in the dark, warm, sweaty dampness of his boxers, I was sure his dick was getting ready to spurt.
Oh, how I wished I could taste it again - all of it! But for now, all I could think of was that he was about to shoot and I wasn't. I wanted to encourage him, to help him enjoy himself - I didn't want to have to slow him down - and I didn't want him to think I wasn't enjoying it as much as he was. The last time had been so perfect, we had seemed to be completely in rhythm with each other - that's how it should be! And so...
I began to moan in time with him. As he ground his dick into my cock and balls and ass in a fast and urgent rhythm I imitated his movements and responded with my thrusts, pulling him into me with my legs which were still around him. Our mouths were glued together, but open - no time for tongues now, just breathing and panting and moaning into each other. The pace quickened even more - we thrashed about together, and with a first powerful lunge I knew that he was cumming and that it was time for me to do the same. I pulled him tight into me with my hands and legs.
"Oh, oh, oh, arrrggggggggh - I'm gonna cum, Lox!" I managed to squeeze the words out of my constricted throat.
"Oh god! Me toooooo!" his voice sounded forced and strained.
We humped each other hard and fast five or six times and our bodies juddered together - ending in a sloppy, breathless exchange of tongues deep in our mouths - until we both collapsed and rolled apart - my heart was pounding and I needed time to get my breath back. I might have been faking it, but I almost felt as if I had cum with him!
We lay for a few minutes like that, touching still, very much aware of each other, but beginning to disconnect as we had to since his mum could come back at any moment.
"Er...mmmmm....I suppose I'd better go clean up!" I said. I didn't really have to, of course, but what would he think if I didn't? That I wanted to walk home with cum running down my legs?
"Yeah, okay - you know where the bathroom is. I can clean up later.
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