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In high school my parents worked a lot, so I was the traditional latchkey kid. At 16 I'd come home, and often due to my high sex drive, jerk off thinking about my last sexual experience. I had visited a lot of daddy types, but recently had been fooling around with my friend Matthew. Unfortunately he was fine with 69 and mutual hand jobs, but no matter how much of my slobber went down his rock hard shaft, I couldn't convince him to take me. My ass quivered for him, as his red hair and green eyes, all by themselves made me horny. Yet his cock I so wanted in me. It was one of those just perfect, not huge but artistically aesthetic penises, that would go perfectly on any marble statue.
While Matthew was hesitant, I recently had discovered another guy at high school I wanted. Patrick and I met in biology class, and when the teacher wasn't looking, more often than not I'd have my hands on his crotch. We kissed in the bathrooms, and behind a line of trees at the track when we occasionally shared gym class. He always looked so sexy, and his blonde hair and blue eyes, they exuded confidence. I knew he had been with other guys, and I so pined to be his regular lover. My hormones were off the chart, and his 6'3 muscular frame plus the smell of his sweat or deodorant, made me desire him even more. His swagger and humor were attractive too, and finally he was at my parents house.
I made him lemonade, and we had a nice conversation about what colleges, we'd be attending in a couple years. He wasn't sure what major he wanted to be, while I knew music was the correct opinion. Playing the flute and the violin, I took great care on my notes being on point, and also spent time learning how to play the piano. The keys really spoke to my ears and heart. I played a bit for Patrick, and he was grateful for my doing what i could with it. I was no Elton John, but my music teacher and others believed in my potential. I was elated by this, and my parents and sister, supported me in any endeavor I chose. Patrick was sensitive, kind, and damn he looked good in his tight blue jeans and t shirt.
He showed me his guitar work, as he had brought his blue dreadnaught Yamaha, and cranked out some riffs. We had talked often of creating a band. Our high school had a competition, and it would be great to be involved in this project. At this point Patrick and I were into each other, as we sat on the couch it looked like my wish would finally come true. He was showing me the assertiveness I had been hoping for, and he took my shirt off kissing my nipples. It felt amazing, and looking into his ocean blue eyes as our lips touched was electric. He had while we kissed managed to pull my shorts off, and soon my underwear was felt around my ankles. The sensation was out of this world, as our tongues met, and he told me to get into my bedroom.
Underwear off my ankles, we walked and I was without clothes to my bedroom. Patrick kissed me and said "no parents or anyone right?" "Yes baby take me." His tongue went further down my throat, and soon I moaned loud, as he touched my penis, balls, and the fingers to my pubic hairs was beyond thrilling. My hard penis and achy balls, were causing me angst, and before I knew it, Patrick removed his shirt, and when his pants dropped, I was blown away by what I saw. Over stimulated maybe. He had by far the biggest cock I had ever seen, and while part of me worried would he break me, the pervy side wanted my ass filled to the brim.
I put him on my bed, stroking his penis, and then put my lips in the o position. My teeth were wrapped by my tongue, as I took his large musky stick with the beautiful head, into my mouth. He tasted so good, and I loved how thick and long he was. Sucking him like a Dyson I massaged his testicles, and I had him at a level of zen. His breathing, his heartbeat, his eyes said all I needed to know. I spit on his hardness and made his penis my slobber stick. Going up and down took a lot of jaw power, and yet I so enjoyed having him in my mouth, in control of him in every aspect as my knees were on the floor. He smiled and told me to "get ready to be fucked."
Oh yes to be his bitch made me horny. Lube on my hole and his dick, I started by riding him by the inch. He must have been 9 plus, and the thickness of him presented challenges and pleasure. Both pain and gain, as I felt him smack my ass, and finally I had to ride him face to face. He was so good to me, kissing, touching my nips, and telling me "how amazing he felt." In between sweating and groaning, somehow I managed to say "breed me." Oh yes I wanted his children filling my hole and his sperm to be all mine.
The bed creaking, and the scent of masculinity enveloped the air. Patrick took me from behind. Being on his launching pad, and him holding on to my hips, I really couldn't take it much longer. His breathing was speeding up as was his thrusting, and my ass was all his. I soon heard him mashing his teeth and grunt, cum filling my insides at what felt like gallons. It was like a dam had burst, and we kissed as he jerked me off, with my penis exploding on his groin. It was such a good first experience with a new partner, and one that would be revisited multiple times. Patrick always made me walk funny for a day or two, but having this sexy stud inside me was completely worth it.