By Edgar Roe
High school was for the most part, a four chapter book of adventures and learning, but there were quite a few moments of confusion. I was so awkwardly shy around girls, and although in school every weekday at 7:15 in the morning, I often looked forward to spending time with my best friend Mark. The past week we had finally succeeded in cutting through our obvious sexual tension. In public, we were the best of friends, even sharing a few classes together. It was so hard paying attention to the teacher, when his hard cock was so close by, and lately I was struck by how handsome he was.
There's something passionate about the orange reddish hue of an Irish guy, and his green eyes became an object of my desire. When our parents were away, we'd make out and get lost in each other's eyes. I liked kissing his soft lips, looking in his eyes and eventually we'd be French kissing in what seemed to be no time at all. It was so kinky, kissing with such young lust, our crotches grinding in pants as we knew that our continued exploration would go even further. We liked the mirrors on his bedroom walls, and when he felt my balls from behind, I literally moaned with passion never experienced. It felt so good looking at his penis too, whether in the reflection or up close.
Strange that for a few days after our fun in the woods, it was a bit uncomfortable for both of us, but we got through it. Amazing how feeling each other up again can relight the flame of passion, and I noticed we were getting better at pleasing each other. Our kissing sessions were so gratifying, and to lick each other's nipples was electric fun. We both were always hard, and I would literally convulse when he touched my balls with his palms and he stroked the shaft of my cock.
Mark quite often enjoy sneaking in grabbing my butt, when I wore tight jeans, and this always led to at the very least a quick kiss. When in his bedroom our shorts dropped, and our cocks were rubbing together as we breathed with such vigor. Our blowjobs were getting better. He liked going down on me as I stood up, and it was so gratifying when he took my penis in his mouth, as I watched his lips take me in to his zone of warmth. At first I was slightly hesitant, but now really liked having him in my mouth, slobbering on his cock and tasting his precum. The salty taste and musky flavors were incredible, and when he moaned I knew paydirt was achieved.
Marks big penis was incredible, and to feel it pulsate in my mouth is something I'll never forget. When going up and down, the way his body signaled his level of pleasure made me even hornier. Turning on his television we watched all kinds of porn, although the blowjob ones were in heavy rotation. We both admitted that we liked learning from women sucking on guys cocks, and I felt lucky to have a guy like Mark, who was hung with a gorgeous shaft and big egg shaped testicles.
We were still at the beginning of our experimentation, so our blowjobs would be a few minutes, then we'd rub our cocks together and kiss. To have my hairy chest on his softness, and him lie on top of me with his throbbing shaft on my balls was paradise. As the weeks went by we got more bold, and he told me he wanted to fuck me. This both scared and turned me on at the time, as I was worried it would hurt a lot. Hs simply smiled and said, "don't worry about it, one step at a time."