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I hope that I will cutie little models
be forgiven for the rather lush, some would sexy swimsuit modeles
say extravagant, language
describing my sexual experiences. Evelyn Waugh wrote a preface to one of the later
editions of his masterpiece and slightly homo-erotic novel, Brideshead Revisited. He
decried his use of rich language. The preface reminds the reader that it was written
around 1945 during a time of rationing. His apology, the word in its original sense, is
that starved of the pleasures of life, children model pics
his language provided the food, as it were, in a time
of restraint. I do not mean to compare myself in any way to Waugh, But his words are a
metaphor for my experiences with Drew - famine followed by feast.
I woke up just past noon Saturday morning. Completely rested, I stretched out. It was
snowing lightly. I felt the warmth of my room. After showering, I wings teen model
noticed the stains on my
headboard. I took a washcloth and girl boy model
cleaned it. I stripped the bed and put my sheet in the
hamper. I came downstairs to get my lunch. My mother said, "Buddy, remember to ask
Drew if he would like to come over for dinner."
"Will do. I stripped the bed for you."
"Really! What's got a hold of you lately. Drew preeteen art models
must be a good influence. Do you want
me to make something for lunch?"
I had already taken some Kraft macaroni and cheese out of the cupboard. She
remarked that she did not understand why I ate it when she could prepare me
something much more nutritious. I just shrugged. I love macaroni and cheese. I
prepared it, ate it with gusto with four glasses of milk. Leaving my dish at the table, I
went into the living room as she called out.
"You could have cleaned up your dishes. And what about your room? Do I have to go
I thought that I really should do that today since I had several hours to kill before I left
for Drew's. Instead I sat down at the piano. After some dramatic flourishes to loosen up,
I played a piece I learned when I was eight years old, Adieu au Piano. My mother called
out saying she loved me playing that piece.
I knew I was in the mood nude modeling gallery
to play. If you play the piano, you will know that sometimes
when you sit down, you play effortlessly - sometimes quite the opposite. I leafed
through the many scores on the floor near the bench. I picked up the last movement of
the Moonlight almost reaching the presto agitato asked for. I took out my Chopin
Favourites album and played a few preludes and nocturnes. Even though I played a
long time, I did not notice the time. I ended with one of my favourites the posthumous
short Nocturne in C Sharp minor. I love to play this piece. It is haunting. It also appealed
to my youth since one has to play, at the end, in one measure, thirty-five notes in the
right had against four in the left. I looked at my watch and it was 3:30.
I went upstairs, turned on the Texaco opera which was in the middle of Carmen and
surveyed the mess in my room. I was suddenly struck with dread. On my bed side table
was the banana peel and on the floor, the open paperback. In a panic, I rushed over
excuses in my mind. But I quickly recovered remembering that my Dad was at the
University and my mother was still in the kitchen. I was sure that she had not come up
stairs. I thought that I had better never again be lax.
Where could I hide it? Certainly not under the mattress, that youthful storehouse where
all parents ultimately looked. I could place it in the clutter. But what if my mother
decided to clean the room? I opened the closet. No, not on the shelf above. I saw my
only suit which was still in the plastic packaging from the cleaners. Yes! I would keep
the packaging on but slipping the paperback in the inside pocket of the jacket.
I went over to pick up the book. I laid down on my bed again to read. Quickly skimming
over last night's story, I felt my dick start to stir.
The titles are direct and provocative. It occurred to me that they have little relationship
to the stories but, laughing, thought that they were not really stories at all. I thumbed the
next three and came to "First Fuck." I began to read.
Need I tell you that it had the same set-up as the story last night? There were
non-subtle differences. The dramatis personae are once again two college students, a
bespectacled math major and a basketball player. You probably have guessed that the
basketball player notices the math student covertly looking at him in the shower. In no
surprise, the player has a big cock for which the other student lusts. (Of that, art can
imitate life.) Anyway to make a very short story, shorter, he takes him into his dorm
room, makes him strip, forces him down on the bed and spread his legs. With the same
un-nuanced dialogue, he says "Here is your stallion ready to take his mare." As if the
point was not made, he adds that he is going to "breed" the student's "pussy" and the
student is going to love it. The end demonstrates the veracity of the statements.
I was beginning to get an erection and read on intently. Here are the predictable events.
First the math student was, realistically, afraid of the pain. The player however had a
non-convincingly convenient lubricant, one of the ones I had seen at the store. lola model sex
inserted a finger into the math student's anus who encouraged him on. The player with
more lube added another finger and then another. The math student made loud,
audible signs of approval. It did not children model pics
take long before the player placed his cock at the
entrance and began to shove it in. When it had breeched the sphincter, he called out in
sheer pain, shouting that it hurt and that the cock was much too big. He begged him to
take it out.
Now again in a complete change of character the player solicitously tells him to relax,
push out, and take a deep breath which he quickly does. He apparently adjusts to the
thickness of the cock. When the player begins to move in and out, he hits the student's
spot, the prostate. It drives the student crazy with lust. He urges the player to go girl models gallery
and faster. Both come to a huge orgasm together.
I thought, prostate? What is that all about? I wondered what effect that had on the
sexual enjoyment. I briefly imaged Drew's cock in me but shuddered at the probable
If I did it with Drew and had pain, I would want him to stop. If I did it with Drew, I teen panty models
have to relax. If I did it with Drew, I should get a lubricant. When I do it with Drew, I
thought, I would want it to be swimwear model teen
good. My dick was hard. I was excited but rather than
masturbating, I held back to wait until I was with Drew. I was beginning to learn
The telephone rang I quickly picked it up. Drew said to come around 6:00. He jokingly
reminded me to bring my toothbrush. We both laughed. I hid the paperback in my suit
coat pocket and smoothed out the cellophane cover. I picked up the banana peel. My
mother was now in the basement doing something. I threw it into the trash compactor.
I packed my pajama bottom, change of underwear, toothbrush and toiletries in my
knapsack. I thought I should clean my room but instead went down to play piano. I left
Drew greeted me at the door saying that his father was getting Chinese food for dinner
but would be back shortly. He brought me alimodelo pass
up to the guest room. I put my knapsack on
one of the twin beds. He simply said he was also going to sleep in the guest room .
We sat down for dinner. His father had chosen four items with spring rolls and fried
wonton as extras. He was very quiet. After dinner, Drew asked me to play the piano.
There was an old piano in the living room. I thought the action and tuning would be bad.
I was pleasantly surprised. I played Chopin's Minute Waltz. Drew's father, nodding to
Drew, said I played very musically. I then played the fiery Leyenda with its difficult
leaping octaves. It brought applause. I followed it with the C Sharp Minor nocturne
which I played this afternoon. There was silence in the room when I finished. Drew's
father seemed deeply moved.
His father quietly said, "Joanna used to play that." I was uncomfortable. Drew jumped
and suggested we go up and work on the project. His father thanked me for playing and
shook my hand firmly. He went to his den as we walked upstairs to Drew's bedroom.
When we got to his bedroom, he impulsively gave me a big hug saying "I loved my
mother playing the piano." He related that she had started lessons when she was six.
By her teen years she was quite accomplished and had won some competitions. His
father and she were teenage sweethearts. At the age of fifteen she was pregnant with
Drew. Drew was brought up by her with the help of his maternal grandparents. His
father went hairy female models
to university on scholarship but took evening jobs, and in the summer, to
send money home to his mother. She eventually went to university in Fine Arts. They
married when he graduated and got his first job. They were always in love.
"I was truly a love child loved, bud."
I felt tears coming to my eyes. I treasured his friendship even more.
We worked through the play comparing our notes and decided how we were going to
write it up. He delegated the job of first draft to me and over my shoulder made
suggestions. We worked, finally producing a draft that only needed editing. We were
going to be able to hand it in on Tuesday.
I decided to wash up and brush my teeth before I went to bed. My back was sore from
sitting at the swivel chair for three hours. He followed me to the guest room. We went
into the adjoining bathroom little models org
to brush our teeth. Standing side by side, pics models naturist
looking into the
mirror, we carried on a cheerful banter about the project. When I arched my back a
couple of times he asked me if my back was bothering me. Replying affirmatively, he
decided that he should give me teenie models nude
I sat on the bed and he got behind me to massage my shoulders. He was very good
having some experience in getting massages from his trainers.
"Take off your shirt and jeans and lie on the bed." I did.
I stretched out on my stomach. He straddled my back wedging his thighs against my
hips. little kitten models
He began to massage me deeply and slowly. It sent shivers through my spine. I
became totally relaxed. He got up and took off his clothes. He reached over and took
my boxers off. He climbed back on me assuming the same position and started. I felt
his skin against my skin, his legs against mine, his soft cock against my butt. I was
overwhelmed with the physical intimacy and my dick got very hard. He continued
massaging me downward and then massaged my buttocks. I could feel him getting as
hard as I was. His cock was now resting along the length of the fold of my ass.
Thoughts of the story came back to me. Nothing was said.
I broke the silence, and hesitatingly, "With Bobby, have you ever ..." A pause.
"Ever what, bud?"
"You know, have you ever, uhmm, have you, did you ever have anal sex.?"
He answered straightforwardly, "Yes," without more. A pause.
"Uhmm... how was it?"
"I liked it best, bud," he said simply.
"How was it for Bobby?"
Drew related that the first time was very difficult for Bobby. Bobby had been the initiator
but the two of them had no idea what they were doing or what to expect. He said Bobby
was unprepared amatuer latina models
for entry and that opening was tight and dry. For his part, Drew was too
forceful and abrupt. Bobby cried out in pain. They had stopped immediately. Despite
this, Bobby suggested some days later that they try it again. He helped Bobby by
inserting his fingers with a gel Bobby had bought. He coated his cock little pedo model
well and the
entry, although very uncomfortable, was not painful. Drew took his time and they were
able to complete it. Bobby was excited about it but his dick remained soft throughout.
The next time, again at Bobby's suggestion, Drew and he were able to complete it.
Bobby forbidden sexmodel
had an orgasm while Drew was fucking him. It became their preferred practice. I
thought to vombat model
myself that if Bobby could do it, I might amanda harrington model
Drew interrupted my thoughts by playfully reaching under me and grabbing my hard
dick. With a laugh he said, "Horatio's here!" With that, he turned me over onto my back.
His cock was standing straight up. I subconsciously licked my lips. Straddling me, he
moved his hips back and forth, his hard cock bobbing. He moved on his knees until his
thighs were against my cheeks, his balls below my chin and his cock prostrated on my
face. I opened my mouth, curled my tongue, and in a swipe from the root of his shaft at
my chin, pushed it slowly against the shoot, darting my tongue against it, until I had
reached his cock head where I swivelled my tongue around his connection and the
edges of his cock ridge. A perfectly formed clear large drop oozed out of his slit.
He leaned back a bit. I said spontaneously, looking at his oozing cock, autodesk models sexy
inviting me to your dinner." We both laughed uproariously, This was only our third time
together but we had become so natural, humour could be introduced comfortably with
Still laughing, he swiped his pre-cum with his finger and traced it along my lips, saying
"I've got much more where this comes from." He traced his middle finger down his cock
and grabbed his balls.
I put my head up and opened my mouth. He pointed his cock at its centre. I took it in.
All the feelings and all my actions match those of our two previous encounters. We
started our learned routine. My previous experience made me work on his cock more
slowly. I adjusted my sucking to his approving moans. I paid attention to his signals. My
own dick was throbbing against my stomach.
He moved his hips to get a better angle. I opened up wider as he moved deeper.
Suddenly he had breeched my throat. wings teen model
With a deep intake of breath, I swallowed,
breathing through my nose. There amatuer latina models
was just a little, but easily suppressed, gag
response. Drew's cock head had come into my throat! My longing for his cock
increased two-fold, excited that I had accomplished it. I wanted to grab his buttocks to
pull him in further but he gently withdrew. He proceeded to move his cock, gently and
smoothly, in and out of my throat, successfully getting more in each time. I took my
thumb and index finger to make a ring, and when his cock was almost completely
withdrawn, encircled it just below the ridge. I felt his cock slide along my handmade
ring, half inch by half inch, into my throat until the only space between my chin and his
pubic hairs were my fingers. I withdrew them, coddled his balls as he sank the last of
his thick, long cock. My throat was his cock's new manmade ring, my lips its hilt. My
nose rested in his pubic hair, smelling his maleness. I inadvertently swallowed, my
throat contracting around the his thick inches..
"O my god, so fucking good, " he thundered, He withdrew again and then more forcibly,
his primed balls pulsing, plunged into me. I swallowed, contracting while his cock head
mushroomed to almost choking size."Yow. I'm there. I'm cumming. Take me! Fuck!
Cumming." I reached under his balls feeling their racing heart- beat-like pump. I pushed
them tightly against my chin desperately urging them to release.
He reached back and grabbed my cock shanking it roughly. I came just as his cock,
throbbing against my Adam's apple, dumped richly thick cum, shot after shot, through
my throat into my stomach. He withdrew along my loudly slurping mouth enriching my
mouth with more of his load. His cock drove through my ceaseless, tight sucking mouth
to its lodging. Again and again. Faster and faster. Inches, inches out. His cock shot
steady jets of cum into my mouth, through my throat to my stomach, a hot swift flow of
his cum-river to my willing basin. As he gradually slowed his pace, my rotating tongue
savoured his gooey length and thickness. With a deep breath he withdrew resting his
still pulsing, greased looking cock against my stomach, his balls, wet and sticky from my
cum, resting on my navel. Saliva and cum drooled over the sides of my mouth and
down my chin.
Silence and stillness. After a few minutes of laboured breathing, his hand caressed my
throat. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on my forehead. He softly ran his fingers
through my hair. With ukrainien nimphets models
a deep intake of breath, then exhaling, teen model tiny
he said softly, "Fuck, that
was incredible. Thanks, Buddy."
I whispered "Thanks, Drew."
He moved over to his bed. As he closed the light, he said. `You will always be my best
buddy... Night, partner.
The quiet of a deep slumber earned took over us.
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