"Making me gay"

"You are making me gay," the exact words I said to him, all those years ago. Of course, I wasn't sure that such a thing could actually happen. It was just the excitement of it all, the new found pleasure and urges. Everything is new when you are young, the sensations, they are raw and unfiltered. It was a seduction, I guess. Yet, his touch was unlike any other. So charged with electricity, making my whole body tingle and my head fizz and pop.

It started innocent, at least on my part. He was much older, but I don't think that matters. By the time he touched my leg, I was a quivering mass of young need and curiousity. He had to know the ache at that age, still I could of stopped him, but didn't. My head swam and my eyes rolled back. An erotic euphoria. His touch made me so hard, just sitting there next to him. Slowly, his hand found my zipper and tugged on my pants fastener. My breathing was already shallow and sharp in anticipation. Every nerve was at the surface and heightened. Freeing my erection, he gently ran his finger tips along my length as my cock jerked and throbbed. I was putty in his hands and it felt incredible. Tracing around my cock's head, I could barely focus. It was his gaze, looking longingly at my hard, throbbing dick. Then, watching my reaction as he took it in his hand and softly stroked it and expertly edged it. I felt unable to speak, I felt so lost in the new and wonderful sensations. If I had the courage, I might of begged him for release. I might of begged, "Please, please make me cum!" If he had asked, "Will you do the same for me?" I have no doubt that I would of said, "Yes, anything."

When he leaned over and took me in his mouth, I was his. I didn't know how much more true that would become. I had no idea of the heights of pleasure he would show me. That first time, he sucked me until my cock jerked, spit and spurted hot cum, which he swallowed with a soft, low, greedy moan.

Each encounter become more initmate, and each ended with similar, intense and amazing orgasms... I sat helpless to my needs and desires as he lifted off my shirt. Feeling like putty for him to mold and do with what he would with me was both addictive and unnerving. How could I feel so out of control? His tongue licking and caressing my nipples, it made me tremble with urge and delight. I could feel my inhabitions melt away. His big tongue, flattened and lapping at them. The unknown pleasure and sense of urgency. I was ready for anything, and he knew it. Taking my hand, he placed it on his huge, erect cock. Even though just through his pants, I gasped. The feel of him took my breath away. I felt a new and incredible desire well up in me, he felt amazing. It made me feel amazing, my cock twitched and oozed as if in an orgasm. Unexplainable, but touching him was the biggest turn on.

There were questions, though. At times I felt torn between my urges and new found desires and a sense that I shouldn't. Each and every time, my addiction to the pleasures and sensations won out and my curiousity grew. Again, I felt him through his pants. Touching his cock made me harder than I had ever been before, there was no denying it's effect on me. He noticed, too. Sensing my excitement, feeling me become so hard as I touched him, he pushed the envelope of my sexual world. Taking his cock out for the first time, he reveled in my young curious lust. Somehow, it seemed, he had made me crave him. It was all so exciting and every new experience was amazing. Touching him, feeling him, stroking him, made me feel intoxicated. My young, naive brain was spinning. Holding his huge, thick dick as he stroked mine, he brought his lips to my nipples, knowing the effect it would have. My mouth gaped open in sensual pleasure. I barely noticed when he moved his mouth to mine.

He kissed me, softly. It was so strange at first, but also erotic. I wanted to make him happy, as he had done for me. Anyone that has felt the lustful touch of another guy, or the passionate mouth of one on his cock, knows how powerful and disarming it can be. He seemed to love sucking me, it made me all the more curious. Could it be that incredible? To suck cock, I did feel such an urge. It felt thick and amazing in my hand. So sexy, and things just happened so fast. The lust, the urge, they surprised me, but really had been building. I shifted next to him and as if he knew, as if by instinct, he shifted and leaned back for me, exposing his massive, hard dick. Eager, but nervous, there would be no going back from this. Yet, I was so positive that I wanted to. I leaned over and felt his cock's tip on my lips. Just the most incredible sensations rushed over me. The pleasure, the allure, the desire. That amazing tingle, through my whole body and stiff, throbbing dick. I could feel my eyes roll, my mouth wanting more. I put his hand gently on the back of my head. Who could of ever guessed how wonderful that would feel. Guiding me, encouraging me. The feeling, the act, all of it, so erotic and so addicting.

Before long, we found ourselves alone and in a bedroom. Both knowing why we were there, we undressed. It was my first time being nude with a man, nervous, but excited. So eager for the pleasure that I knew he could bring. So curious to return the favor. As he stood there, I reached out and held his cock. So big, warm and sexy. I guess there was no reason to hide my desires now. Touching him made me instantly as hard as stone. I think he smiled, he didn't even have to touch me, just touching him was enough to give me the hardest erections. No hiding it, no denying it, at least to him. At least not naked and together. He leaned in, he liked to kiss. At first, his forwardness and kiss shocked me, but now it was sexy and wonderful. We kissed as I held his growing cock. I told him, "I think you are making me gay." The emotion, the urges, the moment, all summed up in one sentence. There was still so much more to explore, though.

That afternoon, I tasted his cum. An intoxicatingly odd, yet sensual, flavor and experience. It seemed so natural, he always swallowed mine. Swallowing his semen made me feel that wonderful tingle again, that almost dizzy headed feeling, it was addictive. It would become cravable. So many new things, both sexual and beautiful. At first, I didn't understand why he would pull his mouth from my cock just as I would began to cum, only to dive back down on me moments later. It was the beauty of it, the excitement of a spurting cock. Seeing it up close, knowing the effect of his efforts. Oh, how sexy it is! Soon, I would come to see it and know it, also. I learned to understand the beauty and arousal of it. My erotic journey and new found lusts seemed to grow slowly over time. However, looking back, it was a whirl wind. It was an opening of flood gates.

My friend had no idea that I was experimenting with the pleasures of being with another guy. We chased girls, we talked about sex, but gay sex was taboo. Especially back then, it was not talked about. I put on a straight act of course, but I knew the ecstasy that could be had and found it impossible to resist. Maybe it's that age, the teenage years, maybe he was curious too. Maybe he sensed the same desire in me as, I would learn, that he had in himself.

Like I had done so many times before, I went into his room to wake him. I never expected to see what I saw. Never expected to see him laying in his bed, turning as I walked in and rolling out from under his covers, nude. His eyes were closed. Was he still asleep? My eyes washed over him. Moments seemed like minutes. I had never seen him in a sexual way, he was my age and a friend. My wonderful gay mentor was so much older, it was so different, such a very different relationship. As he layed there, I could see his nude form in a new way. Lean, smooth and fit, so different than the older man I knew. This was something else, this was a sort of awakening to the male body, not just the beauty and sexuality of cock, but of the whole, masculine body.

I could not help but be drawn to him. My eyes drank in his beautiful, flaccid cock and tightly held balls. That now familiar desire welled up inside me. That need, that hunger, it began to boil, making me ignore my common sense and do things that maybe I shouldn't. Call it youth, call it unrelenting sexual urge. The air escaped my lungs when he, still asleep, rolled onto his stomach. I never thought of a boy's ass as sexy before, but as he seemed to stretch and arch his lower back, all that changed. The urge to fuck, to put your cock into willing openings is primal and engraved in the male mind. Such a new and powerful urge. His ass, so firm, well shaped, inviting. In a moment, in a snap decision, I quietly moved back to his bedroom door and closed it behind me. Privacy, not wanting whatever this was, to end. The sexual urge can be so overpowering. I didn't know if he knew what he was doing, but I did not want it look away. Him in bed, nude, it was thrilling! Fuck, he looked so sexy. So fit, lean, muscular, we both were. Against my better judgement, driven by lust and need, I returned to his bed side and took in the the sight of him in detail. My cock swelled and ached, my head was spinning and I realized that I was out of breath. Had I been holding it? As if in a dream and not wanting to wake? I could not take my eyes off his well formed ass. I wanted to touch it, caress it, place my lips on it. I touched his leg. Was he still asleep?

Softly, cautiously, I ran my fingers along his leg. He shifted and moved back onto his back. His cock was now clearly swollen. Did he have a hard on? My mouth watered for it. Asleep, I hoped, but I could not stop myself. I wanted cock, his cock. Oh, how I wanted to taste cum. I couldn't take it. Quietly, I moved to my knees next to his bed and leaned over towards his gorgeous, fat dick. The urges can be so incredible and so strong. The desires, once known, are unstoppable. I brought my eager, trembling lips to him. Fuck, cock feels so good! Soft kisses on his shaft made it jump and throb as mine was. Those sexy, gorgeous, tight balls. Why were they so appealing? I licked them softly, savoring the way they felt on my lips and tongue. His cock, so hard now and bounced in anticipation. I was past the point of being able to think straight or stop. Taking him, his cock, in my mouth was every bit as incredible as I had known, yet different. This was a friend, this was a boy my age. Being seduced and willfully giving into an older man, while so wonderful, was still somehow so different. In a way, that was like a pretend reality, and this was very real and could have repercussions.

Oh, but the pleasure of cock! I can not explain the unrelenting desire for it, but at times it can be insatiable. Feeling his fat shaft in my mouth was as thrilling as anything I had experienced before. Feeling the head of his dick on my lips and tongue. Feeling it press against the back of throat, wanting more, wanting it deeper. Pushing down on him, feeling him go past that point. The desire is so strange but so powerful. A his body tensed, the thought that he was not really asleep entered my mind, but I wasn't about to stop. His legs straightened, his muscles tightened, he let out a muffled gasp and I felt that incredible rush of semen fill my mouth. So intoxicating, I gulped it down, starved for it.

Moments later, he rolled yet again. He brought his legs up and pushed his face into the bed covers. Was he asleep? Was he ashamed? Maybe, just maybe, he wanted me inside him. At that age, I didn't know, this was all so new, this was uncharted territory. I should go, I thought. I really should stop, but my raging hard on drove me past the point of being rational. I quietly undressed, I was so hard and horny. I slowly, cautiously got into his bed next to him and rubbed my hard, leaking dick along his sexy ass crack. I had to cum, it was too much. I felt out of control. I stroked myself and shot hot cum all over his ass cheeks and lower back. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly dressed and left.

It would be a week filled with nervousness and doubt before we spoke again. I had no idea what to expect. In my mind it could only be one of three things; he would act as if nothing happened, he would tell me to never talk to him again or he might be interested in more. I hoped he wanted more. Seeing him so strange and we both seemed to avoid eye contact, but then he asked if I wanted to do "That" again. I was ready to drop to my knees right there and then!

In his house again, on their couch, was so odd. We both knew what we wanted, but neither knew how to start. It was the rage of young hormones that finally won over. He was just as desparate as I was. He pulled up his fly as I moved to my knees, between his legs. Wiggling his jeans and underwear down, his considerable cock flopped from side to side, heightening my desire. Instinct took over. I mouthed him and licked him and felt him harden in my eager mouth. I didn't even realize that I was rubbing his thighs, I was lost in the lust. He was leaning back, going from watching to tilting his head and closing his eyes. I wondered which one of us was enjoying it more! Hard, thick, sexy cock, filling my mouth making me rock hard, too. Surprised, I felt his hands on my shoulders, guiding me to my feet. He leaned forward, towards me, his eyes focused on my crotch. I knew that look, I knew that desire. He wanted to experience the magic and allure of cock, too. Breathlessly, I undid my pants and freed my erect dick. It was a blur of pleasure and incredible excitement. His mouth on me brought that incredible, dizzy, head in the clouds feeling. Somehow, he knew exactly what to do, as I had. Some boys just seem to know, some boys just seem to crave it. He sucked me and cupped my balls, I bet he had been thinking but nothing else and now was his chance. Fuck, his mouth was amazing! It wasn't long until I felt that euphoric rush. I warned him, I told him I was going to cum. Thankfully, wonderfully, he did not stop and I gave him stream after stream of hot semen as I shook and trembled in ecstasy.

His dick was wet with pre cum when he sat back again. I loved how excited it had made him. His taste made me tingle and overwhelmed my senses. I told him, I guess I wanted him to know, I said, "I want your cum," as I licked his cock's head and tip. He put his hand on my head. Why does that feel so good? He quickly exploded, feeding me his load. His hot, sticky load.

Pleasuring and taking care of each other became a regular thing and yes, it was as amazing as it sounds. Especially for horny, cock curious teens. So many memories and some stood out above the others. Spending more time together, things evolved and boundaries were pushed. With time comes comfort and with comfort, sometimes, fantasies emerge. Right back to that very first encounter that morning in his bedroom. Him rolling over, showing his ass, exposing himself. He did want me to fuck him, but or course he could never admit or say it, not at first, but that would come later. We were always looking for chances to be alone, however that never realy stopped us. He started driving, so a car ride turned into a blowjob. Even a double date with our girlfriends turned into an early evening, dropping them off and then going down on each other's cocks. The times in the privacy of our rooms still stood out, though.

His parents were taking his sister's out of town, leaving him alone. I knew what he wanted by this point, and I wanted it , too. I had played with his asshole before, rubbing it, pushing a finger inside him, but this was his chance, our chance, to fuck. I remember both being so excited, but not admitting it. So very naturally, we found ourselves on his bed. Both stripped bare, he got on his hands and knees, no words were needed. No foreplay was needed, somewhat unexpectedly, his ass in the air, his sexy hole exposed, was all that was needed to make me as hard as a rock. His opening glistened with lube, I could not wait to be inside him. I rubbed my engorged cock's head on his delicious hole and pushed inside him. Holding still, letting him adjust. His hole seemed to squeze down, then release. Fuck, he might be able to make me cum just from that! Pushing deeper into him, I caught his profile in his dresser mirror. His kouth was gaped, his eyes closed, it was a look of sheer ecstasy. I held his hips, I squeezed his waist. I thrusted in and out of him and felt my orgasm build. So intense the sensations, so wonderful the feeling of being inside him. I shook as I came, digging my fingers into him and holding him tight, my cock buried deep. Fucking was everything, it was everything I imagined, and for him too, I think. We spent the rest of the day naked, next to each other and pleasuring each other. There was an air about it. Maybe the emotions of the moment, feelings beyond just those from sexual exploration. There was diffinitely a new, maybe due to the moment, caring and romantic feeling.

Everyone has kinks and fetishes and fantasies. After rolling around naked together, hands full of each other's asses, cocks grinding together, there wasn't much to hide from one another. Each of our desires started to be explored. It was all new, it was all about the pleasure. My lust to fuck played perfectly with his. He wanted to take my cock in an unlikely place, on their dining room table. Obviously, he had thought about it before. As he climbed on the table and layed on his side. It all made kinky sense now. At the perfect height, he brought his knees towards his chest, exposing his sexy, gorgeous asshole. He grabbed his ass cheek and spreaded himself for me. He watched me as I stood and slid my hard dick into him. Gripping at his ass, he held himself open and I pushed myself into his tight hole even deeper. The look on his face, so much pleasure, lust and emotion. How long as he wanted to be taken like this? We made eye contact, his mouth open, his eyes glassy. We were both close to orgasm. With his other hand, he stroked and rubbed himself. He watched me, he knew the exact moment. I started to tremble and pump my cum into him and he made himself cum, too! His tight, wonderful hole spasmed and gripped my cock, milking it, making me grit my teeth, my spitting cock felt so sensitive! I remember him getting up and watching his ass as he quickly moved towards the bathroom, cum running out of him. His own cum was all over the table, he must of been so turned on! THAT, I thought, was so very sexy. The desire and giving into it, giving into each other, was very sexy.

Having learned about my body in the hands of my older lover, I was ready to share it. Yes, I would call him a " lover" now. Having sex, I found, was sometimes an unspoken way of "make love." Although, maybe difficult or impossible to actually say iout loud. Especially between two men, knowing the taboo, going against traditional expectations, yet feeling and giving into the undeniable, overwhelming, incredible urges. Being able to say to another boy, "I want your cock," or even "I want you to fuck me." It is freeing, it is sensual and so very erotic.

We both explored our passions. I layed on my back and he took charge. Sometimes, it is so wonderful to switch up usual roles and be able to be submissive. He raised my hands above my head. I felt breathless and eager with anticipation. I had told him, he knew how this effects me. He mouthed my nipples, licking and sucking and teasing them. I gasped and twisted in delight. It made me so hard, it could lower my inhabitions like nothing else. His kissed up my arm pit and breathed in my scent, making him moan, too. He brought his mouth to mine. Somehow, it seemed so right. As he piched and rubbed my nipples, I was ready for anything! Our lips touched and our mouths opened. Tongues intertwined, we kiseed, softly, then deeply. I think he had always wanted to kiss like this. It was amazing!

Kissing, rubbing my incredible sensitive to his touch, chest, my cock throbbed and started to leave a clear, sticky stream from my abdomen to my cock's tip. I was breathing heavy, my mouth was open gasping for air, inviting his back back on mine. With him teasing my nipples, I moaned softly, "Your gonna make me cum." Pinching them, rubbing them, then he climbed on top of me. Honestly, I could barely focus, I felt intoxicated and lost. Flashes in my head of him lowering his hole onto my cock, no, this was even better. How could he know how much I had thought about this very thing? He brought his cock to my lips, he rubbed his balls on my face. Offering himself to me, maybe even demanding. Oh, how I had envisioned and wanted this! As he hovered above me, I licked his tight, beautiful balls and tongued at his asshole. So turned on, I could feel more sticky, slick fluid leaking from my dick. Oh yes! I thought as he pressed his cock on my lips. I kissed it, lovingly. Yes, making love to it. Feeling him pulse and throb, I sucked him. I grapped his ass and took him down my throat. More flashes in my mind, I imagined him down my throat and jerking and cumming, shooting his load straight down to my belly. Gripping and squeezing his ass, pulling him open and fingering his sexy hole, I was hoping to make him cum, anything to make him cum. Feeling a boy tremble and shake, knowing he is close to the edge, it's amazing and thrilling. He moaned out and quivered as he released, I struggled to swallow it all. His breathing was heavy, as was mine afterwards. I felt so strangely satisfied, Sometimes reality is even better than the fantasy. With the overpowering flavor and texture of his cum in my mouth, he returned to my chest. Licking, sucking, linching and pulling until I was helpless and begging. With a hand still on my nipple, he sucked my cock and made me quickly explode. I wanted to say, "I love you!" but thankfully resisted.

Maybe I was right before, maybe my first was, "making me gay." Maybe he even succeded.