Those first, amazing experiences.

I was very young when I saw it, a Playgirl magazine. Sitting on the floor, between the seats of a neighbor's car. I didn't know much more than that it was a adult magazine for women. I was curious. I nervously slid inside, staying out of sight and stole my first few glances of the pictures and pages. I remember the centerfold so clearly. A man, laying on his side. His complexion tan, his hair dark, on his chest and on his thighs. His cock, my eyes were drawn to it, rested invitingly on his lower abdomen. His balls, full and firm, looked somehow so sexy.

Most of the time, mostly during the day, I was attracted to girls. They were so pretty, I just loved them. It was alone, at night, when my thoughts would drift to the images I had seen. Urges welled up inside me. I found the thought of cock so appealing. I wasnt't even exaclty sure what to do with it, I only knew that seeing that cock excited me. The thought of it, the thrill and allure of it, it never left me, it only grew stronger. I imagined what it would be like to touch, to feel it on my lips and between them, in my mouth. I began to imagine his hands on me. Why was it all so arrousing? Why did it all make my young cock so very hard? I touched myself and imagined it was him. I discovered how good it felt to touch my nipples and imagine it was him. Oh, how I would give in to him.

Still very young, I found myself laying next to a friend at a sleep over. So young so curious, so horny, it was all I could think about. Cock seemed to have an overwhelming effect on me. I had to know, I had to experience it. Nothing made me harder than thinking about dick. As if in slow motion I moved, silently, towards him. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and hear it throbbing in my ears. So nervous, but so very driven. Seconds seemed like minutes as I inched closer to him. A light touch on his leg, no response. He seemed sound asleep. Slowly, nervously, cautiously, I moved my hand towards his waist band. It was as if I could feel a magnetic pull towards him. His cock, only an inch or so away from my touch, only the thin material of his pajama bottoms between us. I touched him through the material, lust welled inside me. His cock felt incredible, as wonderful and erotic as all my toughts and fantasies. Firm, the object of so much desire. I wanted more though, I had to have more. I needed to feel him with my finger tips, in my hand. I needed to feel it on my lips and in my mouth. Such a desire, such a need to please it. How excited it made me.

Slowly, and so very cautiously, I pulled down on his waistband, one side at a time, until finally the gorgeous head of his cock was exposed. Instinct took over, it all seemed so natural. Still so very nervous, but nothing could stop my urges. I slowly leaned over and felt his magnificent cock's tip on my lips. Amazing, sexual and incredible! His shaft, thick and full. He was hard? My lips caressed the underside of his cock's head. I could feel pre cum dripping from my own cock. I had never been so turned on, so lost, as if intoxicated. I had to, I had to have more. I slipped my lips around him and down him, softly sucking on his pointy, thick cock's tip. I imagined I could taste his pre cum. I wished I had tasted his pre cum. A sound outside the door and he stirred. I quickly layed back down in fear of him waking or of me getting caught. I stroked my cock all night thinking of his dick. As the sun rose, I realized I had not slept and my shaft was sore from my cock crazed masturbating.

The excitiment of it all. The anticipation, the look of it, the feel of it, the taste of it! I knew then that I would suck and pleasure his cock until he came if he would only let me, if he were to only ask. I was too shy to ask, maybe he was too. I tried to hide it and pretend, but cock was taking over my fantasies and dreams. I ached for another encounter, maybe the neighbor sensed it.

He was a little older than me and was staying over at our house. Honestly, even as curious as I was and as horny as ever, what happened over the next couple days. never even entered my mind. Laying asleep, I didn't realize he had come into my bedroom. Like my first encounter, only in reverse. His touch awoke me. I layed silent, still in a sleepy haze, but keenly aware of his finger tips as they slid under the bedding. My mind raced, my head felt like it was spinning, yet all my senses were heightened. His touch, my swelling cock, our breathing. I tried not to move, I tried not to make any sounds. I didn't want anything to break this spell. His fingers found my now rock hard dickand ran the lenght of it. I throbbed and began to ache. His hand moved to my waist band, "Yes, oh please yes," I thought to myself. When he touched my bare cock my eyes rolled back in my head. I was lost, I had never felt such a thrill. I had never felt such pleasure. He stroked me, his fingers and grip expertly racing me towards orgasm. All I could think was please do not stop! I gripped at my bedding, so sensitive, so close. I kept my eyes closed but there was no way to hide the pleasure I was feeling. "Yes, so close, yes oh yes please!" I begged him to make me cum if only in my own thoughts. "Yes, yes, ahhhhhhh," my mind was screaming even though I layed there silent. Everything felt warm, wet and slick. Wave after wave rushed through me and shot out of me. As my sensitive cock bounced and I tried to gather my senses, I felt his cum soaked fingers move over my balls and down between my legs. Is he going to touch me? His slick finger tip rubbed along my delicate asshole. I shifted u*********sly, giving him better access. "Did I want him to press into me? Did he want to fuck me? Did I want him to fuck me? So many thoughts, so many feelings. A noise from somewhere in the house and he was gone.

The next day I surprised myself by how well I hid what had happened. Even though I was still awash with the thoughts and could not help smiling. That night, the neighbor boy asked me to make sure he got up in the morning even though I know he had an alarm. I said I would and we all went to bed. I barely slept, I layed awaking wanting and wishing for another visit that did not come. The morning was even better though.

I walked into the room where he was sleeping. There on the bed was a curious, sex craved boy's dream. There without any covers on him, without any clothes, layed my nude neighbor. The sight is forever in my memory. His firm, full balls, his beautiful flacid cock. I began to burn with lust. What a fantasy come true. Even nerves could not contain my urges.