Jake came over today
I had the house to myself earlier today, which was a miracle in and of itself. My sister had a big to-do at a friend's house, that my mom and dad wanted to be present for, so I was doing my usual thing. That is to say walking around the house in my underwear while listening to music. That was until there was a knock at the door. So, I slip on a pair of pants and a t-shirt and go to the door, look through the peephole, and there was Jake.
Now, first of all, this boy is gorgeous. He's got a body that, instantly, you want to do things to. He's not exactly what you would call thin, or full-figured. He's in that very happy medium between the two. He's got an incredible rear, and a cute face that you just want to cover with kisses, topped off with an adorable nose and short red hair. Here he is, standing on my door-step, in this outfit that he shouldn't be allowed in public wearing. He had on this black cropped jacket, and underneath? Wow. This t-shirt that showed off his belly and clung to every inch of his body, below that were these white camos, and the flash of a black thong underneath.
Here I was standing, just looking at him, and he asks in that slightly sarcastic way of his, "Do you mind if I come in?" And I just shook my head dumbly, which made him giggle as he came in. We walked into my bedroom, with me behind him. He has this confident walk that I would've killed for when I was eighteen. He walked over to my window, pulled the shades closed and leaned against my dresser with an expression on his face that I couldn't place.
"So, what brings you to my happy home?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice from trembling. He put his hands on his hips, which brought attention to the fact that his pants were a size too big. His underwear was almost in full display.
"I think you know." he slipped out of his jacket, letting it just land at his feet, and went to my records. "Do you have Houses of the Holy?" He leaned his hips at me so that I could see the thin strap of his underwear along with a little more than a fourth of his rear.
I nodded and got down to help him find it. I pulled it out and he put it on my record player. The music came through the speakers that I have situated around the room, and there we sat, listening to it while looking at each other. It seemed like we were sitting there for ages, watching each other's faces, but by the time it was over, he was on his back, with my on top and my lips on his.
This boy has incredible lips. His bottom has this fullness to them that you wouldn't notice unless you started to kiss him, and all of a sudden there's just something else. His tongue was drilling into my mouth, and in no time, my hand was up his shirt and rubbing over his chest, down to his stomach and following his treasure trail to the panties he was wearing. I felt a swell of pride, knowing that I was the one to get him into panties, not to mention that I was there when he bought the pair he was wearing. Already they were over-flowing, and barely keeping him contained.
I wrapped my hand around his dick, including his panties and began to give it a slow, rhythmic squeeze while we kissed. My left hand was trailing up to the back of his head, pulling him in more closely as my mouth left his to trail over his neck. He was moaning and gasping from the kisses over his skin just as much from my ministrations on his member. I was intent on teasing him before I brought him any real pleasure, so my first mission was going down his body.
Getting the shirt off with my left hand was next to impossible, so I left his dick alone to peel it off, which is exactly what that was. I didn't want to tear it, because I wanted to see it on him more than today, but when it was off, I just tossed it away like a used condom. He was panting and thrusting in the air idly by the time that my lips made their way to his nipple. I just pressed down on his hips with my own and licked a tortuously slow circle around it.
"Would you please, just, suck me off and get it over with?" he asked in a half-impatient voice. I covered his lips with my finger to silence him again, and slid it over them until I got it into his mouth. This, I found out, was a bad idea as he started his expert ministrations on it. I kept my finger pushing in and out while I pulled at and sucked his nipples. Finally, it came time to kiss lower until I was following his treasure trail to the top of his panties. How he even fit inside of his panties was beyond me; this boy is huge. I couldn't help it any more, I nearly tore his pants off, revealing his panties and dick.
By this time his underwear wasn't hiding his cock any longer. It was sticking out of the top, but I still wanted to see his rear in it, so I left it on. It only took a second to gather my courage, and my mouth was on top of him. I still can't forget how warm his cock was to my tongue. I trailed it all over his erection, along the veins and up to his foreskinned cockhead. My hand was around his length, stroking leisurely while I sucked on his head, pushing the foreskin down with my lips and sucking firmly at the head. His hips bucked up into my mouth instantly, and I bore down on the length, sucking as much of it as I could into my mouth. There was a massive amount of precum flowing directly onto my tongue, which I swallowed to be rewarded with more.
Sucking his dick was serving only to turn me on, and eventually I was struggling out of my own clothes, until I was even more naked than he was. I reached down to attempt to relieve some tension off myself, but was only told to stop. I pulled away from him with a thin trail connecting his erection to my bottom lip. He grinned and reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a bottle of Wet. "Put it on me." I commanded simply, and he complied. He popped the lid off and dribbled a thin stream of the lubrication over my cockhead and started to stroke my dick slowly, getting it greased and stood up. He looked a little silly, fixing his panties so that they were straight, but they still couldn't do anything to hide his hard-on. He bent over the dresser, pulled his thong to the side, and that's all the encouragement that I needed.
I got up and rubbed my cock against his little cunt, and I could feel it parting a little as he pressed down against it. He let out a sultry, slutty little moan and I filled him where he was empty. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down on me and with little restraint, I began banging into him. This served to sprawl him out over my dresser, squeezing and grasping at my cock as I plowed back and forth into him. My hands were on his hips, still bringing him back into my upward thrusts, while he moaned out in near ecstasy.
I looked down at where we met, and I could only admire the view that I was greeted with. I could dive into his rear at any time that I wanted, the two halves of it were so perfectly round and plump that it would have to be something earth-shattering to keep me from wanting to plow him. The halves bounced and jiggled enticingly off of my hips while I pumped, my thick cock spreading his cunt wide, as it rubbed at the sides of his hole. I placed my right hand on his right cheek and swatted it sharply, the slap ringing out in the room and made him tighten up imperceptibly. But I kept my steady thrusts up.
"Ryan...Ryan, my legs are getting tired." He managed to squeek out, so I pulled free, grabbed a couple of pillows from my bed and tossed them on the floor. He complied, lying out across them, his cock pinned between one pillow and his stomach as he lowered his entire body flat against the ground. Again I knelt between his legs and pushed deep inside of him. His boycunt had that wonderful amount of gape in it that indicated that he had just been fucked, and demanded some more. I complied with his body's wishes and began slow, deep thrusts. His cunt was so tight that I couldn't've done anything but fucked him slowly.
Slowly I began to speed up my thrusts, fearing that he was going to fall asleep from the steady rhythm of it. It didn't take too much and his rear was jiggling and bouncing again. His moans were filling the air, thick and heady, sounding almost like a whore. His slutty display made me all that much harder and I rewarded him with a firm swat across his rear. I'm not about to speak for him, but I was in heaven. I didn't ever want to stop, didn't want to be anywhere but inside of him, but I could tell it was gonna be all over soon. "Jake. Jake, I'm gonna cum." I said urgently. He and his boyfriend have a deal that he isn't allowed to get cum inside of his cunt, so I pulled out and went to his head.
He perked up a little and smiled in that silly way he has, and I drove myself into his mouth. He sucked hungrily, and not three thrusts later, I had filled his mouth. I pulled free and let loose my final stream, which landed across the bridge of his nose. There was the perfect image of the day, the beautiful boy with a silly smile and a trail of white cum across his face.
Now, first of all, this boy is gorgeous. He's got a body that, instantly, you want to do things to. He's not exactly what you would call thin, or full-figured. He's in that very happy medium between the two. He's got an incredible rear, and a cute face that you just want to cover with kisses, topped off with an adorable nose and short red hair. Here he is, standing on my door-step, in this outfit that he shouldn't be allowed in public wearing. He had on this black cropped jacket, and underneath? Wow. This t-shirt that showed off his belly and clung to every inch of his body, below that were these white camos, and the flash of a black thong underneath.
Here I was standing, just looking at him, and he asks in that slightly sarcastic way of his, "Do you mind if I come in?" And I just shook my head dumbly, which made him giggle as he came in. We walked into my bedroom, with me behind him. He has this confident walk that I would've killed for when I was eighteen. He walked over to my window, pulled the shades closed and leaned against my dresser with an expression on his face that I couldn't place.
"So, what brings you to my happy home?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice from trembling. He put his hands on his hips, which brought attention to the fact that his pants were a size too big. His underwear was almost in full display.
"I think you know." he slipped out of his jacket, letting it just land at his feet, and went to my records. "Do you have Houses of the Holy?" He leaned his hips at me so that I could see the thin strap of his underwear along with a little more than a fourth of his rear.
I nodded and got down to help him find it. I pulled it out and he put it on my record player. The music came through the speakers that I have situated around the room, and there we sat, listening to it while looking at each other. It seemed like we were sitting there for ages, watching each other's faces, but by the time it was over, he was on his back, with my on top and my lips on his.
This boy has incredible lips. His bottom has this fullness to them that you wouldn't notice unless you started to kiss him, and all of a sudden there's just something else. His tongue was drilling into my mouth, and in no time, my hand was up his shirt and rubbing over his chest, down to his stomach and following his treasure trail to the panties he was wearing. I felt a swell of pride, knowing that I was the one to get him into panties, not to mention that I was there when he bought the pair he was wearing. Already they were over-flowing, and barely keeping him contained.
I wrapped my hand around his dick, including his panties and began to give it a slow, rhythmic squeeze while we kissed. My left hand was trailing up to the back of his head, pulling him in more closely as my mouth left his to trail over his neck. He was moaning and gasping from the kisses over his skin just as much from my ministrations on his member. I was intent on teasing him before I brought him any real pleasure, so my first mission was going down his body.
Getting the shirt off with my left hand was next to impossible, so I left his dick alone to peel it off, which is exactly what that was. I didn't want to tear it, because I wanted to see it on him more than today, but when it was off, I just tossed it away like a used condom. He was panting and thrusting in the air idly by the time that my lips made their way to his nipple. I just pressed down on his hips with my own and licked a tortuously slow circle around it.
"Would you please, just, suck me off and get it over with?" he asked in a half-impatient voice. I covered his lips with my finger to silence him again, and slid it over them until I got it into his mouth. This, I found out, was a bad idea as he started his expert ministrations on it. I kept my finger pushing in and out while I pulled at and sucked his nipples. Finally, it came time to kiss lower until I was following his treasure trail to the top of his panties. How he even fit inside of his panties was beyond me; this boy is huge. I couldn't help it any more, I nearly tore his pants off, revealing his panties and dick.
By this time his underwear wasn't hiding his cock any longer. It was sticking out of the top, but I still wanted to see his rear in it, so I left it on. It only took a second to gather my courage, and my mouth was on top of him. I still can't forget how warm his cock was to my tongue. I trailed it all over his erection, along the veins and up to his foreskinned cockhead. My hand was around his length, stroking leisurely while I sucked on his head, pushing the foreskin down with my lips and sucking firmly at the head. His hips bucked up into my mouth instantly, and I bore down on the length, sucking as much of it as I could into my mouth. There was a massive amount of precum flowing directly onto my tongue, which I swallowed to be rewarded with more.
Sucking his dick was serving only to turn me on, and eventually I was struggling out of my own clothes, until I was even more naked than he was. I reached down to attempt to relieve some tension off myself, but was only told to stop. I pulled away from him with a thin trail connecting his erection to my bottom lip. He grinned and reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a bottle of Wet. "Put it on me." I commanded simply, and he complied. He popped the lid off and dribbled a thin stream of the lubrication over my cockhead and started to stroke my dick slowly, getting it greased and stood up. He looked a little silly, fixing his panties so that they were straight, but they still couldn't do anything to hide his hard-on. He bent over the dresser, pulled his thong to the side, and that's all the encouragement that I needed.
I got up and rubbed my cock against his little cunt, and I could feel it parting a little as he pressed down against it. He let out a sultry, slutty little moan and I filled him where he was empty. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down on me and with little restraint, I began banging into him. This served to sprawl him out over my dresser, squeezing and grasping at my cock as I plowed back and forth into him. My hands were on his hips, still bringing him back into my upward thrusts, while he moaned out in near ecstasy.
I looked down at where we met, and I could only admire the view that I was greeted with. I could dive into his rear at any time that I wanted, the two halves of it were so perfectly round and plump that it would have to be something earth-shattering to keep me from wanting to plow him. The halves bounced and jiggled enticingly off of my hips while I pumped, my thick cock spreading his cunt wide, as it rubbed at the sides of his hole. I placed my right hand on his right cheek and swatted it sharply, the slap ringing out in the room and made him tighten up imperceptibly. But I kept my steady thrusts up.
"Ryan...Ryan, my legs are getting tired." He managed to squeek out, so I pulled free, grabbed a couple of pillows from my bed and tossed them on the floor. He complied, lying out across them, his cock pinned between one pillow and his stomach as he lowered his entire body flat against the ground. Again I knelt between his legs and pushed deep inside of him. His boycunt had that wonderful amount of gape in it that indicated that he had just been fucked, and demanded some more. I complied with his body's wishes and began slow, deep thrusts. His cunt was so tight that I couldn't've done anything but fucked him slowly.
Slowly I began to speed up my thrusts, fearing that he was going to fall asleep from the steady rhythm of it. It didn't take too much and his rear was jiggling and bouncing again. His moans were filling the air, thick and heady, sounding almost like a whore. His slutty display made me all that much harder and I rewarded him with a firm swat across his rear. I'm not about to speak for him, but I was in heaven. I didn't ever want to stop, didn't want to be anywhere but inside of him, but I could tell it was gonna be all over soon. "Jake. Jake, I'm gonna cum." I said urgently. He and his boyfriend have a deal that he isn't allowed to get cum inside of his cunt, so I pulled out and went to his head.
He perked up a little and smiled in that silly way he has, and I drove myself into his mouth. He sucked hungrily, and not three thrusts later, I had filled his mouth. I pulled free and let loose my final stream, which landed across the bridge of his nose. There was the perfect image of the day, the beautiful boy with a silly smile and a trail of white cum across his face.