Our chaperone.
Devon was her name. A dark skinned, dark haired, huge breasted beauty. We were both teens, and I like most teen boys, thought of nothing but sex. Every chance I had, I would try to spend time with her. Even the slightest touch or sign of affection could turn me into a walking erection.
Her father, I’m sure knowing what I had on my mind, insisted that we had a. chaperone with us when ever we went out. We found that chaperone in a co worker of Devon and I’s, named Eric.
Eric was quit a bit older than us and seemed to relish in his almost fatherly role. Always willing to escort us, always willing to drive us. I appreciated him and admired him. I thought of him as a friend and in a way my wing man. However, Eric may have had an entirely different plan.
Each time after we would drop Devon off, he knew I was horny, pent up, frustrated and craving release. It was not long before there were gentle, subtle hints. Comments about boys and there never ending needs. They all rang true. I could jerk off 3 or 4 times a day, everyday. I have no doubt that Eric knew this too.
One night, on our way back to my house, he pulled his car over to the side of the road. I thought it strange, but didn’t protest. As usual, the typic of sex was brought up. Again, I thought it strange, especially the timing of his conversation, but I thought of him as almost an older brother. I felt comfortable with him.
When hen he put his hand on my thigh, I immediately felt light headed and my body tingled. There was electricity and purpose in his touch, we both knew it. I didn’t stop him, instead I quickly became lost in it. Head swimming and cock throbbing, his touch, probably any body’s touch at that point honestly, made me melt. I felt as if I was drunk. I felt as if there was nothing else but my need to be pleasured, my overwhelming need to cum.
He moved slowly, but I was already putty in his hands. When he began to tug on the buttons of my jeans, goimg Gay seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Maybe Eric was nervous, maybe he was just teasing me, but he left my cock untouched yet exposed, rock hard and throbbing. It was as if I was above myself and looking down, maybe even powerless against his will. When he began to left my shirt up over my head, I leaned forward and even helped. Man or not, Gay or not, at that moment, I was all his and wanted nothing else more.
I could feel my own sticky pre cum on my stomach as my still untouched cock throbbed and bounced. First his fingers tips touched my chest, then he leaned in and gently licked and sucked my nipple. I actually thought I came right then and there, instead it was just another pleasurable, thick drop of clear pre cum. I can not describe the feelings, the total emergence, totally being lost in the moment. The pure exctasy of that incredible moment!
My nipple felt surprisingly linked, even hard wired to my full, firm balls. Each lick of his tongue, each kiss of his lips felt as if they were making my cum move up my shaft, edging me ever closer to orgasm. I sat there, head back, loving it but on the verge of begging him to let me cum.
I could sense he moved up now, closer to me. I felt his breathing on my neck. His lips gently brushed against my skin, his tongue gently caressed my neck before his lips sealed it all with a soft kiss. A shiver shot through me.
Somehow I knew, somehow it just felt right. His lips so close to mine. So erotic, so sensual, so passionate, I turned my face towards his and immediately accepted his forceful tongue. I had never imagined kissing another male and yet it was the most satisfying and intimate moment of my young life. Yes, a little shocking at first, but then giving into it, giving into him, felt freeing.
As our lips met and our tongues intertwined, I deeply and instinctively wanted to touch him. Oh, how I wanted to touch him. If I was nervous, as soon as I felt his thick, hard dick through his pants, any and all nerves and doubts were erased away. I kissed him back and opened my mouth widely, letting him and his tongue, kiss me deeply. A silent way, I suppose, to voice my excitement and approval and Eric certainly noticed.
When he sat up and began to undo his pants, my lust and excitement surprised me. Maybe it was just being caught up in the emotion of it all or maybe it was something much more, but my eyes were glued to his cock as soon as it sprung out, hard, thick and powerful. As if without though, without hesitation, I slid down as he moved forward and his beautiful cock was now only inches from my mouth. I can still remember that first lick, that first taste. My tongue lapped up a thick, clear drop of Eric’s pre cum as it formed at his cock’s thick head. Salty and sweet, I may have fallen in love with sucking cock at that very moment.
The feeling of the ridges on his cock’s head, forever embedded in my brain.forever felt on my lips. His scent, his girth as it made its imprint in my senses and in my mouth and throat. His full, heavy balls, they felt so manly in my hands and tasted so salty on my tongue. My whole stomach and cock felt slick and sticky. My own pre cum coated me. I reached down, unable to resist the urge any longer and started to stroke myself. My mouth was full with his huge, addictive manhood, as I began to crave his cum. I wanted him to cum as I came. What could possibly be more incredible, more intimate. I continued to lustfully suck his dick.
Just on the edge, Eric pushed my hand away from my cock and quickly replaced it with his wonderful, warm mouth. I rewarded him with the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I even held his head as wave after wave of cum shot out, into his mouth. Wave after wave of leg quivering pleasure. I had not experienced anything as satisfying, as draining, as lustful. Eric continued to suck me, eagerly milking every bit of cum from my still hrobbing cock.
I still felt light headed, still in a lust filled haze. I would have never imagined it, but I now was the one so eagerly, so hungerly, in search of big, beautiful dick. I moved Eric to his seat. I think I surprised him with my forwardness, my eagerness. His cock still wet from my mouth and his pre cum, I actually let out a soft, low moan as my lips slid over his cock’s head and down his thick, girthy shaft. I held his thick dick at the base as I sucked on him hard and fast trying to take him deeper each time. He felt so good, Gay sex felt so good!
Eric ran his hand up and down my bare back. I think he wanted to feel my ass. I shifted and moved until his hand could slip under my already loosened jeans. His hand caressed and squeezed my ass cheek before his finger ran down my crack and sought out my very tight asshole. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him touch me there. How could it feel so good? Why did it feel so good?
When his finger pushed inside inside me it was an immediate mix of pure, unbridled pleasure and pain and it sent him over the edge. He pushed his finger deeper as his cock began oozing thick, heavy white jizz down his shaft, over his balls and my gripping, stroking, fingers. I instinctively arched my back as I licked at his cum oozing head. His cum tasted so good, like a sweet, salty, Gay love reward. I so easily found myself lapping his jizz up, even off his musky, salty balls. My hole seemed to grip his finger as he just rocked it back and forth inside me,slowly, almost expertly opening me up.
I leaned up now, his cum all over my face. I was suddenly struck by the fact that we were just parked on the side of the road, out in the open. Anyone might come by and see us. For a brief second I panicked, I looked at Eric and felt his finger inside me, slowly moving back and forth and then rocking, slowly back and forth and then rocking. I felt so attracted to him, I felt so turned on. Getting caught didn’t seem to matter. This time, I leaned in to him. Our lips kissed, our tongues met. We kissed as he continued to finger fucked me .My cock hardened began to ooze pre cum yet again.
Her father, I’m sure knowing what I had on my mind, insisted that we had a. chaperone with us when ever we went out. We found that chaperone in a co worker of Devon and I’s, named Eric.
Eric was quit a bit older than us and seemed to relish in his almost fatherly role. Always willing to escort us, always willing to drive us. I appreciated him and admired him. I thought of him as a friend and in a way my wing man. However, Eric may have had an entirely different plan.
Each time after we would drop Devon off, he knew I was horny, pent up, frustrated and craving release. It was not long before there were gentle, subtle hints. Comments about boys and there never ending needs. They all rang true. I could jerk off 3 or 4 times a day, everyday. I have no doubt that Eric knew this too.
One night, on our way back to my house, he pulled his car over to the side of the road. I thought it strange, but didn’t protest. As usual, the typic of sex was brought up. Again, I thought it strange, especially the timing of his conversation, but I thought of him as almost an older brother. I felt comfortable with him.
When hen he put his hand on my thigh, I immediately felt light headed and my body tingled. There was electricity and purpose in his touch, we both knew it. I didn’t stop him, instead I quickly became lost in it. Head swimming and cock throbbing, his touch, probably any body’s touch at that point honestly, made me melt. I felt as if I was drunk. I felt as if there was nothing else but my need to be pleasured, my overwhelming need to cum.
He moved slowly, but I was already putty in his hands. When he began to tug on the buttons of my jeans, goimg Gay seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Maybe Eric was nervous, maybe he was just teasing me, but he left my cock untouched yet exposed, rock hard and throbbing. It was as if I was above myself and looking down, maybe even powerless against his will. When he began to left my shirt up over my head, I leaned forward and even helped. Man or not, Gay or not, at that moment, I was all his and wanted nothing else more.
I could feel my own sticky pre cum on my stomach as my still untouched cock throbbed and bounced. First his fingers tips touched my chest, then he leaned in and gently licked and sucked my nipple. I actually thought I came right then and there, instead it was just another pleasurable, thick drop of clear pre cum. I can not describe the feelings, the total emergence, totally being lost in the moment. The pure exctasy of that incredible moment!
My nipple felt surprisingly linked, even hard wired to my full, firm balls. Each lick of his tongue, each kiss of his lips felt as if they were making my cum move up my shaft, edging me ever closer to orgasm. I sat there, head back, loving it but on the verge of begging him to let me cum.
I could sense he moved up now, closer to me. I felt his breathing on my neck. His lips gently brushed against my skin, his tongue gently caressed my neck before his lips sealed it all with a soft kiss. A shiver shot through me.
Somehow I knew, somehow it just felt right. His lips so close to mine. So erotic, so sensual, so passionate, I turned my face towards his and immediately accepted his forceful tongue. I had never imagined kissing another male and yet it was the most satisfying and intimate moment of my young life. Yes, a little shocking at first, but then giving into it, giving into him, felt freeing.
As our lips met and our tongues intertwined, I deeply and instinctively wanted to touch him. Oh, how I wanted to touch him. If I was nervous, as soon as I felt his thick, hard dick through his pants, any and all nerves and doubts were erased away. I kissed him back and opened my mouth widely, letting him and his tongue, kiss me deeply. A silent way, I suppose, to voice my excitement and approval and Eric certainly noticed.
When he sat up and began to undo his pants, my lust and excitement surprised me. Maybe it was just being caught up in the emotion of it all or maybe it was something much more, but my eyes were glued to his cock as soon as it sprung out, hard, thick and powerful. As if without though, without hesitation, I slid down as he moved forward and his beautiful cock was now only inches from my mouth. I can still remember that first lick, that first taste. My tongue lapped up a thick, clear drop of Eric’s pre cum as it formed at his cock’s thick head. Salty and sweet, I may have fallen in love with sucking cock at that very moment.
The feeling of the ridges on his cock’s head, forever embedded in my brain.forever felt on my lips. His scent, his girth as it made its imprint in my senses and in my mouth and throat. His full, heavy balls, they felt so manly in my hands and tasted so salty on my tongue. My whole stomach and cock felt slick and sticky. My own pre cum coated me. I reached down, unable to resist the urge any longer and started to stroke myself. My mouth was full with his huge, addictive manhood, as I began to crave his cum. I wanted him to cum as I came. What could possibly be more incredible, more intimate. I continued to lustfully suck his dick.
Just on the edge, Eric pushed my hand away from my cock and quickly replaced it with his wonderful, warm mouth. I rewarded him with the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I even held his head as wave after wave of cum shot out, into his mouth. Wave after wave of leg quivering pleasure. I had not experienced anything as satisfying, as draining, as lustful. Eric continued to suck me, eagerly milking every bit of cum from my still hrobbing cock.
I still felt light headed, still in a lust filled haze. I would have never imagined it, but I now was the one so eagerly, so hungerly, in search of big, beautiful dick. I moved Eric to his seat. I think I surprised him with my forwardness, my eagerness. His cock still wet from my mouth and his pre cum, I actually let out a soft, low moan as my lips slid over his cock’s head and down his thick, girthy shaft. I held his thick dick at the base as I sucked on him hard and fast trying to take him deeper each time. He felt so good, Gay sex felt so good!
Eric ran his hand up and down my bare back. I think he wanted to feel my ass. I shifted and moved until his hand could slip under my already loosened jeans. His hand caressed and squeezed my ass cheek before his finger ran down my crack and sought out my very tight asshole. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him touch me there. How could it feel so good? Why did it feel so good?
When his finger pushed inside inside me it was an immediate mix of pure, unbridled pleasure and pain and it sent him over the edge. He pushed his finger deeper as his cock began oozing thick, heavy white jizz down his shaft, over his balls and my gripping, stroking, fingers. I instinctively arched my back as I licked at his cum oozing head. His cum tasted so good, like a sweet, salty, Gay love reward. I so easily found myself lapping his jizz up, even off his musky, salty balls. My hole seemed to grip his finger as he just rocked it back and forth inside me,slowly, almost expertly opening me up.
I leaned up now, his cum all over my face. I was suddenly struck by the fact that we were just parked on the side of the road, out in the open. Anyone might come by and see us. For a brief second I panicked, I looked at Eric and felt his finger inside me, slowly moving back and forth and then rocking, slowly back and forth and then rocking. I felt so attracted to him, I felt so turned on. Getting caught didn’t seem to matter. This time, I leaned in to him. Our lips kissed, our tongues met. We kissed as he continued to finger fucked me .My cock hardened began to ooze pre cum yet again.
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