WARNING: Do not read this if you are younger than 18, or if this material is offensive in your community. This is a true story of two teens sexual hunger for each other. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I entered into Jerry's house which led directly into a cluttered livingroom. I stepped in, and saw Jerry sitting there quietly. His jet black hair, black eyes, and dark complexion made me grow an inch down below.
"Kamustika!" he said in his Filipino greeting.
"I'm NOT fine," I replied. "Been waiting all day to come over. Where's your Mom?"
"She had to go to work for someone."
I scanned the livingroom, until they finally rested on Jerry.
"Hey boy, stand up!" he said without warning.
"Why don't you make me?" I retorted. Our ages were the same, sixteen, yet I knew it would be a challenge to resist him, to fight his strength. It was difficult not to notice his wide shoulders, and the size of his tanned hands. Although his body was slim to medium, he was well-built, standing about five foot ten.
Jerry stood to his feet. He wore a dark blue shirt with black jeans which complimented his dark visage. Walking over to me, he grabbed me by the arm and tried to yank me up onto my feet. I resisted, however, though his grip on arm made me want him. My frame of 165 lbs was able to stay on the couch, but Jerry wasn't finished.
He pulled again with even more strength. Ripped off the couch, my body huddled to the ceramic floor, his gaze through those beautiful, unmatched eyes fixed upon me. He held out his hands, his palms facing down toward me, his fingers outstretched. I lifted my hands and placed them against his. A quarter inch smaller than his, I allowed my fingers to curl and wrap around each of his hands. He began to pull me up onto my feet, which I found to be more interesting anyway then staying on the floor. When I was standing face to face with him, eye to eye, he suddenly spread his arms outward, one to the left, the other to the right trying to pull my arms out of their sockets. I tried to resist, but he was powerfully conditioned. I felt the tension in my muscles, ligaments, and bones-- the joints wanting to cry out-- but I would not. At the same time, he squeezed my hands with his so that my white hands turned a deep red, his fingers imprinting deep into my skin.
He pulled his arms inward again, threw down my hands, then quickly took hold of me in a bear hug, all the while I tried resisting, but found it quickly futile. He lifted me off the floor with ease, his perfect face inches from mine. With his crushing power around my body like a python, my eyes closed, trying to resist yelling out or submitting. Although he was strong, I would not give in easily. But the fact was, I was being manhandled by my peer!
Then I felt two things at once. Down below, I felt a bulge growing from Jerry. Mine was already a full house. I began to become dizzy in the excitement, my dick wrapped and in the midst, and inches from his. I had never seen his, but now I could feel its shape and heat.
The second thing was a wetness on my face. He was licking my face... Without thinking my tongue joined his, like two eels making love. His tongue tasted like a coldness, even sweet. Between the lengths below and the tongues above, I was one with him.
He took me into his room. As we walked I felt his thick legs rug against mine, his length feeling like a hardness that could never be moved or found lacking.
Once in his room, he threw me down on the kingsized bed. He began to strip my clothes off me, which I did not resist. When he least expected it, I pulled him down onto the bed, and began to exert the same speed and strength to strip him. He did not resist either.
With only white underwear on, we sat up on our knees, his hot member mashed together with mine-- only two thin strands of material away from each others.
I backed off some, his hands running up and down from my thighs to my shoulders in a delicate touch that send shivers down my shivers.
We pulled off our underwear. His dick stretched downward, as did mine, but his was both tanned and much longer than mine.
"Let's wrestle," Jerry said roughly before grabbing me again into a new bear hug. Then I felt something, a rod of length, under me as I was held. His cut slong was at least eight inches. I wrapped my legs and feet around his torso, and then we fell down onto the bed exhausted. He held me all the while kissing me, his eyes locked on mine, his dick pulsating underneath me.
"Jerry, NOW I am fine!"