Reminiscing about my first play with a boy

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Reminiscing about my first play with a boyAfter I’d played with myself to my father’s loft porn I always ensured to place the porn exactly back to its last found position.But one day it disappeared. I was quite fraught, in that at first thinking I hadn’t replaced it where it normally was.I frantically searched everywhere. It was a few days later that I’d searched my parents’ bedroom that I found my treasured girls along with a selection of other pornos and videos – that must have been by far the quickest orgasm finding myself in that magazine heaven.I managed to relieve myself in finding it and myself! At the time I knew I didn’t have long till my parents came home so I’d have to wait till I could read the other porn and watch the videos, the titles in themselves gave me plenty to think about.That was the longest two weeks till I got an opportunity. On the day they were going out to visit one of those people I called Auntie Chris(tina, who wasn’t my actual Aunt but a family friend) I couldn’t wait to whisk them out. I remember going upstairs grabbing the magazines (ensuring I noted where each one was sitting) from the double bed drawer and lined them up by the floor by their floor to ceiling mirror. They had a soft carpeted floor and one of those sheep skin rugs which I laid upon in front of the mirror. I stripped down and lad on the rug myself and propped a few pillows under my head. I just enjoyed gazing and stroking my naked freckled body from head to toe until I was ready. I poured over each magazine cover to cover whilst glancing up looking toying with around my nipples and then myself masturbating. I eventually came reading this story about this couple who had gone camping looking for adventure.As I recall this mature woman laid in the tent naked whilst her husband sat nearby fishing. She lay there showing her wet pussy to everyone who ventured near her pitch and soon the men got the hint and so whilst the husband fished a tag team of men fucked her one by one, each time the husband giving a knowing smile of approval to each new man as he entered. He intently listened to them both groan in pleasure as each one either covered or filled that slut with cum. Finally as the last one left he took the vision of her covered in cum with a red raw pussy and proceeded to zip the tent up and clean her thoroughly at her command. He was already hard and desperate to fuck her swollen pussy. She was exhausted so was just limp so he could do what he please, illegal bahis he looked down admiring the cum being drawn out of her by his mushroom headed cock and was too much for him so only after a few thrusts he bent her legs and buried his cock as deep it would go and came. For me picturing that slut being filled again with cum made me bury my fingers deep into my own wet pussy imagining him pumping his cock into me was ecstasy. I went for lunch and then set the front room up, carefully ensuring the curtains were drawn several times and lined the videos up on the floor. I sat and watched one after another, all quite crude, some quite silly. The one I settled on was a vintage porno called Baby Face about a girl and her first time into her shaven soft vagina. The scene I ended up enjoying was this girl who got fucked by every guy in this male whore house, screaming for more and more cock. The following Monday I couldn’t wait to catch up with this boy I befriended who I walked to school with and share with him my new found love of stories and videos. Stuart was a little shorter than me, blonde hair, blue eyes and skinny as. He had just entered puberty at fifteen and he took great joy in explaining every new change in his developing body. He let me feel his morning glory as he called it over his trousers and quite often he pulled down his trousers and pants to show me a new pubic hair.He’d tell me about his family all wondering around in the morning naked getting ready without a thought, he’d detail his older sister Sharn who reminds me now of a Lara Brookes. His father standng naked, shaving his face about to get into the shower with his thick bushy cock or his mother boldy wondering in tits swaying all dimpled with this fat bottom constantly bending over for something or another, whilst he was bathing. Whilst he found that disgusting little did he know his was a turn on thinking about most of his family in this way as they were quite a lot more liberated than mine, despite my own fathers love of porn.It was when he started masturbating I was truly captivated. He’d tell me about his little white soldiers and how far it would spurt out or how much he would produce or how it would try to hold back from cumming, but couldn’t resist.I asked if I could watch him masturbate for which he gladly agreed and was keen as ever to share his experiences.He arrived one Sunday morning proudly announcing he’d just showered for my viewing pleasure, we had a few illegal bahis siteleri hours as my mum had just left for a big shop. We headed straight upstairs to my Guns and Roses cladded bedroom where I remember him boldly stripping his clothes like we were about to do a school science project about masturbation. He didn’t even bother to completely undo his jeans he shoved them to his ankles and kicked them off. He paused when he got to his tight boxer shorts asking if I was ready. er “Ya-ha” all wide eyed trying to play it down.His soft little penis flopped out of his tight boxer shorts whilst he then sat at the top of my single bed, “well, what do you think? He eagerly asked. “It’s a penis Stuart” I replied at the time.He pulled it from side to side looking for any new changes. Whilst he played, he inspected his penis and had a great way to detail every feeling like it was ours to share; he talked through how it felt and what he liked, like he’d told me on the way to and from school but this time sitting on my bed completely naked. I was fascinated by his foreskin and loved as he slowly stroked his hand up and down his penis and this part behind his tip (frenulum as I know now) he thoroughly enjoyed stroking. “It’s my clitoris Angela” he explainedI lay belly down on the bed inches away and was mesmerized whilst he manipulated the foreskin that covered his cock, and the ease in which it slid up and down over the column of flesh. I sat there wide eyed looking at every inch of his cock and his smooth rounded head.His tip was now a swollen purple knob, and the balls that had hung down below were now pulled against his body. I wanted to pull back the skin and kiss his tip myself but as I lent in he pushed my own head back telling me for now it was his experience and he wanted to show me. Pre cum was now forming each time he stroked up which we both licked and giggled sharing our thoughts on his taste. He finally sat on the edge of the bed whilst I sat next to him and he let me gently pull his foreskin backwards and forwards whilst he watched intently from above and kept correcting me so I would do it just as he liked. I wasn’t comfortable at this angle but just remember being surprised how warm and firm it was but he just found it funny as I had this look of half amazement, fascination across my face. With that I grabbed his cock pulling him into the bathroom, he knew I was desperate to taste his toy and so didn’t mind as I got onto my canlı bahis siteleri knees and selfishly kissed that boys length and pulled his skin back and placed just his tip in my mouth prior requesting firmly that he was not to cum. He warned me he was close so I stopped, grabbed his hands so he couldn’t finish – he was so excited but just stood there frozen, waving his penis by himself up and down as he could barely contain himself, he stood for a few minutes with a strange alternating smile until he could compose himself, he thought he’d heard someone at my front door so that stopped him in his tracks. His enjoyment, me teasing him and the thought of being caught only made me even more sexually aroused. I wanted to be in his mind so I could experience what he felt like so instead stood up behind him, I was still fully dressed against his completely naked body I took a finger to the newly formed pre cum and lubricated his semi hard penis gently. He bolted upright. It was so thrilling to know that I had made him erect. We were close to one another that I imagined for a moment that it was my penis. He tensed as I formed by thumb and finger into a circle whilst looking at him breathing harder and smiling in complete ecstasy. My other hand was on his stomach, it was sucked in as far as it would go, he placed his hand over the top of and I gained pace on his beautiful glistening cock so placed the rest of my fingers on his length. His breathing turned more into a soft moan and his legs bent so my pace wanking him gained traction. He whispered at first “uuum”, “I’m Cumming” until it turned into a girly pitched squeal “Im Cumming!”I looked down from his tilted head and watched him reach orgasm.As the first spurt shot out of him my eyes widen and I gave him encouragement “again, cum for me Stuart”He kept saying “cum, cum, cum, cum” over and over, but he was relentless as his bottom squeezed against me and hip bolted forward like he was trying to push his seed into this imaginary vagina.I was amazed of how much of it came out of him as it covered the bathroom tiles, shower screen and floor. What a wonderful feeling of pleasuring Stuart.On my last stroke I pulled my hand up the full length of his penis as I squeezed almost draining his magnificent, beautiful cock until the last drop of white, thick cum trickled down his folding skin onto my hand.I loved how his cock looked. It looked so sexy.I leaned in and licked off his thick cum from my hand and shared it with him as his sensitive cock jerked and twitched. He collapsed onto a heap on the floor still murmuring as I continued to softly lick and suck him until it went wonderfully soft.The walks to school exchanging our exploits continued therafter.

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