Desirable Me Part 9
His beautifully moulded buttocks were being offered up, Paul wanted me to have him in fact he'd invited me, although this was to be the first time I'd penetrated another boy I remembered all the times I'd had it done to me and the individual highlights, with that my confidence grew. First off, I knew not to rush entry since it could lead to clumsiness and with the choice morsel before me that would be a terrible waste, so with a firm grip on his hips I gradually applied pressure, at first I thought my prick would bend with it but no, Paul had relaxed and before I knew it I had edged past the rim and was gently sliding up. The rest was easy, with my tummy pressed against him I knew I was in as far as I could go and for the first time ever I really wished my prick were longer! I needn't have worried because at the same time there came a gasp of satisfaction "Oh Yessss!" I rested briefly and savoured the situation, being in this luscious boy was a dream, then just to reassure myself reached round to feel for Paul's prick....wow! Was he hard!
Gradually I began to fuck Paul, long slow strokes then short little jabs (so much better, well, different to masturbation) all the while fondling his prick...carefully I applied what I'd learned - I knew what felt good and concentrating on my technique helped prevent me from cumming too soon so this was what it was like I thought and hoped I looked as attractive as Paul while bent over...he really did have such lovely long legs...and those twin globes...I nearly came then and had to concentrate on technique once more....that man in the toilets, the one who gave me so much pleasure, what had he done, ah yes, 'prostate' he'd said. Just then I heard Paul sigh.."Going great...feeling fantastic....yeah....should have done it to me earlier..." and his buttocks beneath me began to undulate "Starting to feel really good, all sort of sexy...how are you going?". "Same as you" I answered "and wondering too why we didn't try this earlier, you're a fabulous fuck Paul...here, I'll try something".
It wasn't as easy as I'd thought, from biology class I'd a rough idea of where the prostate would be and in those toilets I remembered that the man had sort of thrust downward though I was a bit confused because intense pleasure had sort of clouded things. So I decided I'd best keep on fucking Paul but every now and then I'd vary my thrust to try and hit that spot, meanwhile I couldn't resist it, I had to fondle that prick of his while I was at it...not that he minded. It took me by surprise when it happened, Paul went rigid and sort of convulsed "Christ...what did you do?". I felt sticky stuff come from his prick, unconsciously I hit it again "Oh my God. Yess, yess....I'm cumming...." He was shivering violently, arching his back, more stuff dribbled and then shot from him while I held him tight as I could since I too had begun to climax, I simply couldn't help it....deliberately I pushed up into him as far as I could and let my cum pump up his passage, it felt so delicious....Paul was still giving the occasional jerk and I felt yet more cum dribble on to my hand, I was still masturbating him and somehow I'd managed to keep my prick up his passage....wordless, I clutched him to me.
Of course, eventually his muscles clenched and my erection softened, reluctantly I let myself slip from between those lovely ripe cheeks and as I did so, I saw my sperm ooze out and trickle down Paul's thighs. We were both still breathing heavily, personally I was somewhat awed by the experience, didn't know what to do or say next...Paul too seemed tongue - tied and thoughtful "That was...heavy stuff" He ventured at last, we regarded each other seriously "I mean...there's fucking around, sort of and then there's that sort of stuff" I knew what he meant..we'd both keep on having sex with each other as well as other partners too probably but at the back of our minds would be - that experience.
As we calmed both began to get a second wind, from my point of view I was alone with a naked boy, one deemed by all and sundry to be a luscious morsel, I cleared my throat "Want to do some more? You look so sexy...may I?" Paul flashed a smile "You're getting hard again, you look like a pretty little pixie with no clothes on and that thing of yours, it sticks out and spoils the image! Naughty boy, here let me have a feel." I thrust my hips towards his reaching hand and his fingers wrapped around my penis "Mmmmm Paul that's nice...you're getting me all interested again...yeah, just there, around the top, it's so sensitive there, can you suck me for a bit?" Paul sank to his knees and obliged, my hands on either side of his gold curls stroked the lovely head, blue puppy dog eyes stared back at me "Oh Paul, you do it so well" He pulled away grinning "Lots of practice and know what? This thing of yours has just been up my arse..." and he resumed sucking. Eventually I had to stop him, I was getting too close to the boil and instead, we stood with arms around waists, slowly fondling the other's penis with our free hands, exchanging knowing smiles we savoured what we were doing.."Paul, this is so, so yummy" I whispered and held him tight "Yes isn't it..." and he kissed me "Paul, I need it..badly...your turn to...do it to me?"
Again, the state of the floor was a deterrent to any thought of lying down and Paul agreed we'd have to do it standing up again. Pondering briefly I was taken by the memory of some ancient Greek art work (NOT in a school text book) illustrating two blokes at it, one was bent clutching his ankles while his fiend mounted him...so I thought "why not?". Paul's fingers were busy lubricating me, I felt them thrusting up and my arousal grew...next there was the familiar prodding, steady pressure and release as his prick made its way up, the muttered "Yeah!" from Paul as he savoured the entry, the pause...and then the steady in-out. This time something felt different, he seemed to be further in...shortly after he confirmed it "Must be that position you're in...notice how...I'm going deeper..oh yessss, nice, very nice!". It would have been difficult holding my balance under Paul's demanding thrusts were it not that he had hands on my hips steadying me - I found the extra penetration satisfying although the sensations were rather different bent over the way I was, it felt a bit - sort of impersonal too, would be OK for a pure, thorough fuck though and Paul wasn't too long in cumming, I heard the gasps and felt him shudder and gratefully, straightened up as he slid out...I myself hadn't cum, Paul noticing I was still erect took care of me with his hand...that didn't take long either.