Giving Blowjobs To My Friend
Paul and I were both teenagers now and had been good friends since we were two. We were both looking forward to having the weekend to kick back and just enjoy ourselves.
My mom and dad were going out with friends and by six we were downstairs in the basement sitting on the couch and playing pool, The conversation turned towards a couple of girls at school that we thought might be “fast”, when I suddenly remembered something. “Hey, Paul, wait till you see this!” I exclaimed as I ran to the dresser where my parents kept their old stuff.
“What ya gettin, Johnny?” Paul asked as he eyed me from the couch.
“You’ll see. I found these last weekend and haven’t had a chance to go through them, though.” I came out with a stack of Men magazines!
We both grabbed one and started to look through them. Neither of us had ever seen a magazine with naked women and we oohed and ahhed and pointed and showed each other pictures and did so in a hushed whisper, as if we might be caught. The women were voluptuous and naked and sexy and naked and beautiful and naked. Quickly, without realizing it, I had a hard on that was pressing uncomfortably against my jeans. I tried to adjust it but my dick just wouldn’t adjust. Finally Paul looked at me and said, “yeah, me too.”
We both giggled at that. “You don’t think it would be queer to pull out our dicks, do you?” I asked.
He looked at me and asked, “You aren’t going to tell anyone, are you?”
I nervously shook my head back and forth. “No… I wouldn’t want anyone to know, either.”
Paul stared at me and shrugged his shoulders. Finally he said, “You first.”
I stood up, all 5’4 and 110 lbs. of me, my jeans tented in front. I undid my belt, unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down along with my jockeys until I was standing there with my 5″ hard dick waving in the air. I stepped out of my jeans and sat down on the couch, my prick standing straight up, surrounded by a light covering of pubic hair. I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything. Paul just looked at my dick, making me feel a little excited and dirty all at the same time. “Okay, your turn,” I whispered at him.
Paul stood up and his tent was definitely bigger than mine. When he undid his jeans and pulled them down I was amazed at the size of his dick! Paul was taller and Paul’s pole looked to be 6.5 inches long! It was fatter than mine, his balls were huge compared to mine and he had dark pubic hair. My pubes were soft, brown, and sparse. As I stared at his dick, mesmerized by his large boner, I absentmindedly took hold of my own dick and started to stroke it. Paul just stood there, facing me, watching me rub my pole up and down. Then he leered at me and said “So it turns you on to see my dick?” He was smiling boyishly as he said it.
I stammered, realizing I was stroking my boner while gazing at his hard on. “No… no…” Then honestly, “It’s so big!”
Paul turned to the side to give me a profile. “Yeah, I know. When I shower in gym class, I can see I’m bigger than the other guys.”
“Wow, that’s really cool,” I said breathlessly.
Paul sat down next to me, pushing the magazines out of the way. “Do you jerk off much?”
I continued to slowly stroke my own hard on, even as I answered, “I don’t know… maybe 3 times a day.”
Paul looked at my dick as he spoke, “That’s it? How long have you been jerking?”
I almost didn’t hear him as I continued to look at his fat hard prick. It was cut, like mine, but had a big mushroom head. There was a drop of precum at the slit that I couldn’t take my eyes away from. “Uhm…oh… uh, I guess about three months. How many times do you jerk it?”
Paul watched me watching his dick as he held it in his one hand while the other hand rubbed his balls. “I shoot like 6-8 times a day! It’s all I want to do. It’s like I have to shoot all the time!”
I was nervous and excited all at once. Moving my hand up and down slowly, watching him do the same, I asked, “6-8 times a day?! Come on, Really?”
“Yeah, my record is 9 times in one day. I stroke it every chance I get.”
“Wow, that’s so hot,” I said excitedly. “Do you want to stroke off together?”
“Yeah, alright.” We both grabbed our dicks and started to slowly stroke. Paul reached over with his free hand and opened a magazine to a hot picture for us to look at while we masturbated. “This’ll help,” he said.
I wasn’t looking at the picture, but at his impossibly hard dick, watching his hand run up and down, the precum building at the slit, watching his balls jumble back and forth. It was hard for him to hold the magazine straight with one hand and suddenly, without thinking, I said, “If you hold the magazine steady, I’ll jerk it for you.”
I half expected him to smack me, or tell me I was a fag or, well, just about anything than what he said. “Yeah, that would be hot. Go ahead and jerk me and I’ll flip through the magazine for us.”
He held the magazine with two hands in front of him showing me the pictures; I moved closer until our legs were touching and then reached over and held his warm meaty dick in my hand. My head was swimming and my thoughts fogged, my breathing went shallow and I was completely turned on. I wrapped my hand around his thick cock and started stroking him. There I was, stroking my own dick and his at the same time. “How’s that,” I asked breathlessly as I stroked his hard, fat dick.
“Oh…yeah…that feels good, Johnny! Keep doing it like that.”
My finger found the precum drooling from the slit and rubbed it around the sensitive tip. Soon I realized that Paul hadn’t turned a page in a couple of minutes and was completely enthralled with me stroking his dick for him. I had to stop my own stroking several times as I was getting close to shooting my stuff. Paul’s eyes were locked on his dick and my hand and he started to let out little moans and lifting his hips to meet my fist. “Yeah… so good Johnny. Wow, you’re really good at that!”
His compliment made me want to please him more. With my free hand I reached down and cupped his balls. My little hand looked like it was holding two plums in a sack. “Oh…oh…OHHH” Paul moaned and then he started to shoot his sperm! I began to stroke him faster and faster as the first thick rope of sperm exploded from the purple mushroom head of his fat dick. “OOOOOoooohhhhh” It was more sperm than I’d ever shot! Long thick strands of sperm spurted out of his dick and landed on his chest, stomach and my hands. Over and over…5…6…7 thick ropes of heavy white sperm pumped onto his skin. Then he was done, sitting there, blinking unsteadily like he was near passing out, breathing heavy.
“Oh man…Johnny that was unbelievable!”
His head fell back onto the couch, his eyes closed as he tried to slow down his breathing. In that instant, without a conscious thought about doing it, I quickly put my fingers to my mouth and tasted his sperm without him seeing me! It was thick and milky, not thin and stringy like mine. And it tasted wonderful! Tangy, salty, warm. He opened his eyes. “What a mess!” He was looking down at his stomach.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get a towel for you.” I ran into the laundry room; while there I quickly licked my hands eating more of Paul’s hot cum. Knowing it had just shot from Paul’s dick had me crazy with lust. I brought out an old towel and without even asking, I started to wipe him up. Paul just watched me, not saying a word. “You shot so much!” I said as I cupped his balls and moved his dick to wipe him clean.
“I guess,” he answered. “It’s like that all the time. My balls are always full, like that.”
“That was so cool,” I said to him as I finished cleaning him up.
“Did you shoot?”
“No, I kept stopping because I was going to shoot right away.”
“You can do it now, if you want.”
“Naw, I’ll wait for you to get hard again and we can do it together.” I desperately wanted to stroke him again, see his prick shoot all that hot white sperm.
“We can start now, if you want. I can shoot again, right away.”
“No way!” I exclaimed as I sat down next to him.
Soon, after working his dick for just a couple of minutes, to my amazement his dick was hard again!
Looking down at that big dick on that boy’s frame, I couldn’t help myself. “Do you want me to do you again?”
He grinned big, “Yeah. That would be great! You really did it so nice.”
This time as I stroked him I stroked myself in earnest and in a few, short minutes, both of us excited at our dirty little secret, were close to shooting. I had leaned over to Paul so I could better reach his cock and just get closer to him; he put his arm around me as I jacked his hard cock now only a foot from my face. I could tell he was close as his dick turned that angry purple again and I could feel it getting harder and bigger. Suddenly he growled, “OOOOhhhhhyesssss….here I go!”
His dick lurched in my hand, the pee hole on his prick gaped open and suddenly a long thick stream of sperm spewed out of his dick landing on my cheek and across my mouth and chin. As the first blast coated my face my own pole exploded, shot after streaming shot of sperm landing on my hand and my belly. Paul’s cock kept squirting releasing volley after volley of cum that landed on my face, neck, arm, and hand. We both convulsed on the couch, breathing loudly, moaning, squirming. I stopped shooting first while Paul’s big dick continued for another three or four blast. Finally we both sat there in the basement, gasping for air, quivering in post orgasm exhaustion.
“Are you going to taste my sperm again?” Paul asked softly. I turned a bright red with embarrassment, “What? No, I, no, um, no I didn’t! I didn’t taste your sperm!” I was completely taken by surprise. Paul looked at me, scared that he had made me feel bad. “No Johnny, it’s alright. I saw you last time. But don’t worry, I would never tell anyone!” I didn’t know what to say, so I sat there looking down at the floor. “I just wanted to see what it tasted like,” I mumbled. “I didn’t think you were watching.” “I know, Johnny. Like I said, it’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.” He put his hand on my neck and shook it like a friend does. “Did you like how it tasted?”
“Yeah, I guess it was alright.” “Well,” he said, “I guess I got to say…” he paused for effect, “eeeeewwwwwwwwww!” And he broke up laughing, and suddenly, I was laughing too! “Oh come on, you were watching?” “I just opened my eyes as you were putting your fingers in your mouth! So, honestly, did you like it?”
I sat for a moment, thinking if I should tell him the truth and then just said it out loud, “I don’t know. It’s tangy and salty and warm.” He laughed again, took his dick, shook it at me and said, “Plenty where that came from!” We both giggled, the nervousness gone. “Wipe me up again,” he commanded. And I did.
As I wiped and cleaned him, I deliberately, for his sake, licked my lips clean of his dripping cum, and then took two fingers and scraped up a good amount of sperm off my face and right in front of him I put my fingers in my mouth and licked and sucked them clean, moaning in what he thought was fake ecstasy. He ewed and said “You are such a pig!” I laughed harder, though all I could think of was how much I wanted to taste his sperm again.
“So, you can really shoot eight times a day?”
“Yeah. It’s all I want to do!” He giggled. “I jerk off every morning when I wake up. Again 15 minutes later in the shower. When I get to school I go to the wash room and jerk off in the stall. Again at lunch. Sometimes in the afternoon I ask to go the bathroom and I do it again. Then when I get home I do it. Then again when I go to bed. So… like 6-8 times a day. Yeah.”
I was looking down at his big dick again when an idea formed in my head, one that would let me play with him without making him think I liked it. “We should see if you can set another record! I’ll help!”
Paul was suddenly excited. “Yeah, with these magazines and you helping me, I bet I could shoot more than 9 times in a day!”
“Okay, you’ve already shot twice in the last half hour so we’ll start the clock from seven, that was the first one.” I got up and went back to the dresser. “Let me get some new magazines, we’ve been through just about all of those.”
As I came out with another stack, the phone rang. I set the mags down and walked to the other side of the room and picked up the phone. It was my Mom. “Honey, our car broke down and we aren’t going to get home tonight. Dad has the triple A people coming out, but we are going to have to stay at a hotel for the night. Will you two be okay by yourselves?”
“Sure Mom! No problem. We are just playing games and watching television.”
“Okay, honey, you two be good. I will call Paul’s Mom so she knows and I will call you first thing in the morning and let you know when we’ll be home. Please, Johnny, be good and don’t stay up too late, okay?”
“Yes Mom,” I said sarcastically. She laughed and hung up. I turned around and told Paul what my Mom had just told me. “We have the house to ourselves tonight!” I wondered just how many times he was going to shoot his sperm.
Paul sat on the couch, staring at a magazine, his mouth hanging open. “Paul?” I questioned.
“Oh man… Johnny, look at this!” I noticed his dick was hard, standing straight up! And it had only been five minutes since his second burst of sperm! “What?”
As I walked up I couldn’t believe my eyes. The cover of this magazine was unlike the rest we had seen. It was a close up, hi resolution photo of a woman’s face, with a fat hard dick stretching her mouth! Thick red lipstick, blue eyeshadow, blond hair, eyes closed in ecstasy! The man’s balls were laying gently on her chin, her nose in his pubic hairs, his balls dripping saliva, her mouth smeared with lipstick and spit, his hands on her head and the title of the magazine in big bold letters… “Cocksucker!”
“Holy moly!” I hissed. “What’s she doing!?” “She’s giving him a blowjob!” Paul’s eyes were wide open, taking it all in. “What’s a blowjob?” I asked naively.
“What she’s doing… That’s a blowjob. She’s sucking on his dick. I guess they call it a cock.” He started to flip through the magazine. It was thick, about 150 pages. Every single page was of women sucking cocks, being cocksuckers, giving blowjobs. Each scene was about 10 pages starring one woman and one or more men. There was a written paragraph on each page. A dirty story with the scene. Wonderfully filthy language that we had never heard before but quickly learned. Cock, cocksucker, face fuck, cum, cumming, whore, slut, bitch.
“Wow…” was all I could muster. I was as hard as I’d ever been in my young life.
As Paul thumbed through the magazine for both of us to see, without thinking I reached over and started to stroke his fat dick. He spread his legs and lifted his hips to meet my hand. “Man, can you imagine how that would feel?”
“Yeah, and look at all that…um…cum… yeah… look at all the cum those women are eating!”
He smiled, “Yeah, figures you would like that part! Maybe you want to suck my…um…cock!”
I smiled back, leering at the magazine. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I was completely and utterly turned on. I didn’t really think I would suck his dick, but suddenly, after hearing Paul say the words; it somehow didn’t seem so far-fetched!
“Yeah, I’d like it, but not as much as you would like sucking me!”
I didn’t know how to respond. I was excited, breathless, holding his fat, hard cock in my little hand. This was moving so fast!
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t be like those girls!”
“Man, look at those red lips! Why does that look so hot?” He asked rhetorically.
I looked and got harder still, thinking that those lips were mine and they were wrapped around my best friend’s dick! “Yeah,” I replied, “that looks so…um..slutty!”
“Yeah, that’s it, slutty! If I could have those lips giving me a blowjob, I could break the record in no time!”
My hand was moving up and down, up and down his cock as we looked at the magazine, his breathing coming faster and faster. “Come on Johnny, why don’t you put it in your mouth just once! Okay?”
I couldn’t believe he had really, asked me. “I don’t know Paul.”
“Come on,” he pleaded. Then, “you might like it!”
I continued to stroke him, looking down at his demanding hard dick. I looked at his fat balls, knowing the load of cum they held. “Aw, I don’t know.” Now I was afraid that he might think I was queer if I did it. I wanted to, but I didn’t want my friend to think I was a fag.
“Please Johnny… just put it in your mouth for a minute. See if you like it. If you don’t you can just stop! Please…” Paul’s voice trailed off.
“But I’m not a fag,” I said lowly.
Paul quickly replied, “I know you’re not! We’re just having fun, trying to set the record. It would be just our secret. I would never tell anyone. I promise. And who knows, maybe you’ll like it.” He was lifting his hips to fuck my hand.
I should have said no, right there and ended it. Just say no, keep stroking him, make him cum. Just say no. But I couldn’t. I was torn. I wanted to suck my friend’s dick, see what it was like, but I knew if I did, our friendship might change. What if he didn’t like me anymore after that. And I didn’t want him thinking I was a fag. And then I heard myself say…
“Alright, I’ll try it, but you can’t cum in my mouth. I’m not a fag!”
“Yeah Johnny, yeah. okay, sure!” His young voice cracked. He was so excited he started pushing my head down to his thick cock.
I scooted down next to his thin body and pulled his cock up straight. I was inches away, looking at it, seeing the gnarly veins and feeling its heat on my face. Up close his balls were huge and I suddenly wasn’t sure I could get his dick into my mouth. He grabbed his cock from me and pushed up with his hips and down with his hands and I opened my mouth and let his cock fill my mouth.
I was in heaven!
“OOOOhhhhhh….” came the long moan of ultimate pleasure from deep in Paul’s chest.
I pushed my tongue along the underside of his cock, its thickness filling me up. I began sucking, up and down, not having ever seen a blowjob, I must have been a natural.
“Oh God, Johnny, it’s unbelievable!”
Now both hands were on my head and he was slowly taking control of my mouth. I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger. Fatter and fatter. The head expanded in my teenage mouth. His boy hips rose and fell, demanding pleasure from my tongue and lips.
I suddenly tasted a sweet, salty liquid and realized this was the droplets of fluid that our dicks pushed out just before cumming! I tried to pull off, not wanting Paul to cum in my mouth, proving I was a fag! But his hands held me on his cock.
“Oh Johnny…” He groaned. “Please don’t stop…don’t stop…I’m so close!” He was moaning the words in a breathless waterfall of ecstasy. “Please Johnny, don’t stop!”
I tried to pull up again but now his hands were like vices, forcing me down. Finally he groaned long and loud and I felt his cock lurch hard, throb, expand and I suddenly, with a pull, I was off his cock and stroking it for dear life. He grunted and his abs bucked hard and his cock jumped in my hand and he started to cum, even as Paul tried to force my head back onto his spewing prick.
“Suck it Johnny, please, suck it, suck it, suck it,” He chanted as he exploded.
His cock spewed its biggest load yet. The first rope caught me square in the face, the second let go with the head of his cock on my cheek as he tried to push it back into my mouth. Three four and five landed on my neck, face and hands, some in my mouth. Then six, seven, eight, nine, ten and ELEVEN thick streams of pearly white sperm. When he was finished, Paul breathed heavily, holding my head against his stomach, grinding his thin hips upwards, forcing his dripping dick into my face.
“Oh man, Johnny, that was unbelievable!”
With my face away from him, I licked and swallowed every slippery bit of cum that was in my mouth and on my lips and chin. Slick, warm and salty, I realized I was craving it. I slowly, gently stroked his quickly softening dick, staring at it just inches from my face, covered in a messy, thick white coating of his gloppy sperm. Finally I sat up and looked at him. Paul looked with surprise at me and then burst out laughing!
“Johnny! You look like the girls in the magazine! You’re covered in cum!”
I ran, naked, to the mirror in the bathroom and there I was, cum in my hair, on my face, my neck, dripping down my chin. It was so dirty and so hot all at once. I went back to the couch, took a towel and wiped myself down, then took up the task of toweling off Paul for the third time in just the last 75 minutes.
“Paul, you tried to shoot in my mouth! I told you, I’m not a fag. I’m not eating your sperm.” I was just finishing wiping him down as I said this. His dick was laying against his thigh, still fat and heavy.
Paul reached down and rubbed his balls and cock as he answered me. “Johnny, you should just try it once. You liked sucking me right?”
“Yeah,” I hesitated. “But that was just for fun. You said you wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t! I would never do that. We’re friends. And it felt so good. I just figured since you ate the sperm off your fingers, you would like more.”
“Well you shouldn’t have tried to make me.” I said this as I watched him fondling his dick and balls, stroking them slowly.
“I’m sorry. Okay?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess? Man, look at your dick, its dripping sperm.” Paul pointed at my own prick. “You must have really liked having my dick in your mouth.”
“I told you ‘yeah.’ I liked it, alright? It was fun, but I’m not some queer guy.”
Paul squeezed his dick and a big dollop of left over sperm bulged out of the top of his cock. “Maybe you really like cum too? Why don’t you try it again.”
I was mesmerized by the fat dick in his hand and the thick white sperm that was leaking out of his it. I watched and then realized I was bending down closer and closer to his cock. “Yeah,” Paul whispered, “just taste it and see if you want to try more. If you like it, I can give you as much as you want.”
I opened my mouth and took the head of his now hardening dick into my mouth, tasting that big drool of sperm on my tongue. I sucked and then swallowed. I was in heaven. The neurons in my young brain firing crazily. A breathless fog washed over me and it was then that I heard Paul say, “Wow, you really like it, hunh?”
I pulled up, looking at him quizzically. “Why did you say that?”
He looked at me, slightly confused. “You moaned.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. And then you sucked it more. Are you alright?”
I sat there thinking about it. I did want Paul to flood my mouth with all that cum but I was still afraid of what he would think of me. And then I just said, in a rush, “Okay, I’ll try it.”
“Really?!” Paul was suddenly excited.
“Yeah, I’ll try it. You can cum in my mouth next time.”
“Wow, this is going to the be best, ever!”
He was hard again and started to push my head down to his dick. I let him, taking his throbbing prick into my mouth. Even wiped up, I could taste the tang of all the sperm he had shot that night. I began sucking softly, wetly, moving my head up and down slowly, letting his dick work into my mouth. This time it took him a little longer and I found myself sucking him for 15 minutes, Paul moaning over and over, rocking his hips into my mouth, hands on my head, afraid I might try to pull off when he came.
I found that if I didn’t swallow and just let my spit drool out of my mouth and down his prick, he showed his approval by moaning louder and louder. When I sucked noisily by accident, he gripped my head tighter and mumbled low, “Yeah, Johnny, suck it. Yeah… you do that sooo good.”
Soon, my face, lips, cheeks and chin were soaked with spit and his hips began to thrust upwards with anticipation. His pubic hair was a matted, dripping mess and his hands gripped my head harder, his little hands holding me while he began to fuck my mouth. “Yeah Johnny, that’s it. Ohhh.. yess.. so good Johnny. Mmmmm…”
I reached down with my hands and fondled my own dick. As I did this, Paul’s prick began growing in my mouth. Bigger and bigger, expanding, filling my mouth till my lips were stretched tight. I knew he was close and for the first time I realized I was moaning too. Low, sucking moans. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to fill my mouth. I wanted him to make me eat his sperm. There were wet, sucking, slapping noises as I made my mouth as inviting as I could.
“Oh…yess… are you sure you want me to cum in your mouth, Johnny?” Paul asked breathlessly, hoarsely, nearly moaning the words.
I sucked harder, louder, sloppier.
“Oh man, Johnny, I’m close,” he whispered. “If you want me to shoot my sperm in your mouth, rub my balls.”
I quickly took one hand from my own cock and frantically rubbed and fondled his fat, saliva covered nuts.
“I knew it!” Paul renewed his face fucking, driving his dick into my teen mouth. “Here… it… cums!”
He groaned loudly, his abs bouncing in and out, his hips lifting off the couch, his body tensed. His dick grew impossibly large in my mouth and then as if exhaling, the fat bulbous head of his dick spewed a ridiculous rope of sperm into my sucking mouth. I moaned loudly, not caring if Paul heard, and began swallowing. His sperm was so thick, like a milk shake, globs filled my mouth as I tried to swallow. It was so thick and viscous it caught in my throat as another and then another rope of white cum filled my mouth to overflowing. His dick lurched and grew then exhaled over and over again, making me swallow as fast as I could. I tasted his hot creamy sperm, felt it on my tongue, swallowed over and over as his hands held me down and he pumped his throbbing, heaving prick in and out of my soft bruised lips.
After about a minute, he lay his head on the back of the couch as I continued to suck, cleaning him, taking all the cum I could, his fat prick softening in my mouth.
“Oh Johnny, that was unreal. I knew you would like that sperm!”
We continued looking at the magazine, this time with Paul holding it in both hands as I slowly stroked his soft cock. We looked through the magazine. We finally came to a section where it showed the same woman who had been sucking the guy now getting fucked in the ass. Within a few minutes I felt Paul’s cock starting to swell in my hand. We looked through each page commenting on each picture. Paul finally said, “I wonder what it feels like to fuck and ass?” I was stroking his fully erect cock now and looked up at him and smiled before asking, “Want to find out?”
“Really, you would let me?” he asked. Thinking a few seconds, I responded, “Well, if she likes it, why wouldn’t I?” We were looking at one of the last pictures in the series and it showed the girl on her knees with the guy behind her pulling out and cum oozing out her stretched asshole. Getting up I went to the bathroom upstairs and returned with a jar of Vaseline. Paul had been stroking his cock while I was gone and a big drop of cum was sliding down the side, I leaned over and licked it up before wrapping my lips around his cock head and taking him back in my mouth. He was extra hard and I was ready. I got up onto the couch leaning over the back; Paul got behind me, opened the jar of Vaseline, took a scoop, and spread it around his cock. Then, taking a bit more, I felt him grease up my asshole, his fingers sliding around the puckered hole. I moaned as he slid his fingers around my asshole, he even dipped a finger in and started finger fucking my ass as I pumped back into his hand. Finally, after a few minutes I felt him pull his finger out and shuffle closer. Then I felt his cock head poking around my ass, rubbing against the puckered hole as he tried to push it in. Looking over my shoulder I saw him take it in his hand and push it against the tight hole. He pushed forward and I felt him start spreading the tight hole, forcing my virgin ass open to his man-sized cock.
I pushed back a bit and suddenly felt him slide in; I could tell his cock head was in my ass. It hurt like hell. I told him, “Wait, it hurts.” He waited until I started pushing back and I could feel him sliding deeper. He took hold of my hips and started to pump, first pulling out a bit and then sliding forward again. “Oh Johnny,” he moaned, “You are so tight and it feels so good.” I was in ecstasy myself, getting fucked for the very first time. I moaned to him, keep going. He finally pushed forward and I could feel his pubes against my hairless ass. He was buried 6.5” deep in my ass. I could feel it deep in my gut, strangely exciting. Paul started to pump, in and out, going deep and grinding each time he bottomed out. I was so excited and I could tell he was too. Soon I could feel him picking up speed with his stroking. Suddenly he cried out, “Johnny, I’m cumming!” I could feel it, he was unloading deep in my ass, the hot searing cum deep in my bowels, gush after gush unloading. That triggered my own orgasm and without even touching myself I started twitching, my ass clenching around his pulsing cock as he came, my orgasm causing him to cum even harder as we released together.
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