Michael I spent all of my high school experience trying to discover myself. You see, I was a late bloomer, so while everyone else was out “hooking up” and exploring with their sexual prowess, I was discovering what my sexual preference was altogether. However, my sophomore year, I saw an entering freshman by the name of Michael, and no matter how hard I tried, it was impossible for me not to stare at him in passing, whether it be in the hallway, cafeteria, or quad. He was the most attractive person I’d ever seen, and he was at my school, in plane sight. Coincidentally, our classes were as such that for the next two years, I would see him at least once a day in route to one class or another. Come senior year, I was well aware of his activities, which included the baseball team, the cross-country team, and salsa dancing. Boy, his dancing was so sensual, it made me hard every time I even thought about it. One day during my junior year of high school, I caught a glimpse of Michael running for the cross-country team, and it was a good thing that I was sitting down in the back seat of a car, or else everyone would have caught a glimpse of the massive boner I got within seconds. He was wearing incredibly short shorts (as they do in cross-country), which allowed for a full view of his extremely sexy legs. A small white t-shirt was also part of his attire. As he ran, I couldn’t help but see his arms pumping back and forth as his chest heaved up and down from his strenuous run (I could only imagine at the time). It was the sexiest, non-sexual thing I have ever seen in my life, and I will never forget it. It only lasted a few seconds, as he was running towards the car, and the car was in motion towards him. After passing him, my mind was in full fantasy mode, and I got home, I definitely had to relieve some tension. Good thing I had yearbooks of every year, one with a great picture of him (if you see what I’m getting at). The great thing about his playing baseball, and the layout of my high school campus, was that the tennis courts were up the hill from the field, and I just so happened to play tennis. This gave me a great view of him every day while we were at our separate practices. I don’t think his playing was anything special or out of the norm, but like with any infatuation, everything he did was, to me, overly sexy. If it wouldn’t have been too obvious, I could have watched him throw and bat and hit and catch for hours on end without blinking. There was just something about him that gave me nearly uncontrollable urges whenever I saw him. Well, junior year ended, and as senior year began, somewhere off in some room, the schedules for each of the students were being made, placing each of us in classrooms for the year. By chance, Michael and I were placed in the same Spanish class, and I about died when I discovered this. It was somewhat bittersweet, as I would have the privilege of seeing him for ninety minutes a day (our school was set up as such), but there was the potential of my making an ass out of myself. What was even more bittersweet was that a week later, the teacher sat us in alphabetical order, and his name came right before mine. That meant that I would be sitting behind him for the duration of class. That may have added to the nervousness, but it also amplified the fantasies I could have while sitting in class. It was only on rare occasion that we had to stand in that class, which was good for me, for I had a ninety-minute hardon every day for a good four and a half months. By the end of the school year, Michael and I had become fairly good friends, and my nervousness around him subsided as time went on. However, he never talked about girls, and he always gave subtle hints that he might be attracted to me. I didn’t know if he was gay or swung both ways, or what not, but sometimes I would look up for my work, and he’d be turned back looking at me. Awkward momentary stares were frequent, yet pleasurable on my part, as I always hoped the same held true for him. Every once in a while, he’d even find a reason to touch me, whether he’d run into my desk with his chair (thus allowing him to pat my back in apology), or I’d helped him with a problem, and he’d touch my arm in appreciation. In any event, the touches were always abnormal in the sense that they were more than just pats of apology or gratitude. At first I thought it was my imagination running away with me due to the fact that I wanted him more than anything, but after a time, there was no getting past the fact that his touches were different, in a very good way. As the year came to a close, I still couldn’t muster up the courage to make a query on anything sexual with Mike (as I came to call him). I simply sat behind him and dreamt of all the things I would do to him, and hoped he’d do to me if ever we were alone. As the last week of school approached, I knew I’d have to do something fast, if I wanted anything to come of “him and me,” so when the teacher asked for a volunteer to go pick up a video from the local video store (a historical Spanish flick she wanted us to see), I jumped at the opportunity. I told her that I’d go, but not alone, and with that, Mike raised his hand and said he’d go. She agreed, and I was amazed with how well my plan worked, conjured in only a few seconds and carried out in even less time. The two of us walked to my car, and we were soon on our way. Back in the car after picking up the movie, I decided to pull over onto the side of the road in an area where there was relatively no people at this time of day. I asked Mike not to freak out, and then proceeded to explain my feelings to him. I told him of how I’d been gawking at him for the past three years and how he was of my every dream and fantasy alike. After I was through with this explanation, Michael simply looked at me with a smile, leaned over, and kissed me. It was my first kiss ever, and I later found out that it was his too. We kissed for a good two minutes or so, and it was everything I had ever hoped it would be; his soft wet lips pursed and pressed with mine, his tongue protruding into my mouth in the most erotic fashion I could have ever imagined. I still to this day have not received a kiss with such lust as well as love behind it. After those few minutes, we drew away from each other simultaneously proceeded by his explaining that though it hadn’t been as long, he had always had the same infatuation with me, though he was too afraid to say anything because that would be his admittance to being gay, and fear of possible rejection. The reasoning was the same on my part, which added to my longing for more of him. I then said that we had to meet out of school before graduation, and he agreed, but hurriedly motioned that we needed to get back to class before the teacher wondered where we were. On the way back we decided to meet at my place the day before graduation, for I knew my parents wouldn’t be home until late into the evening. He would simply tell his parents that he was going over a friend’s house (“friend” J). Two days later, it was the day before graduation, and I nearly couldn’t contain my excitement. Not for graduation, but for Michael. At the end of the school day, Michael met me in the parking lot of the school, and together we drove to my house. Once inside, we didn’t even hesitate before embracing in another passionate kiss, only this time much longer than the first. “You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment,” I stated, my voice filled with ecstasy. “It’s too bad tomorrow is graduation, and we’ll never see each other again,” I added painfully. “Don’t even worry about that, we’re here now, together,” Michael replied making me hornier than I had ever imagined one could get. For some reason, those words hit me, and with that we were all over each other in yet another kiss, but this time we began to disrobe each other. The shoes and shirts came first as I lead us both to my bedroom. I backed him into the room and kicked the door closed. I rushed Michael further into the room until he fell on my bed, and with that, I crawled on top of him kissing his entire torso, then neck, and finally his lips. I pressed myself against his crotch and he moaned in delight. To continued his pleasure, I started kissing and sucking his nipples, which by now had become nice and firm, as I rocked against the seat of his pants and unbuttoned them. He had an incredible body. I can usually judge one’s body through their shirts, but his was even greater than I had previously thought. He had a nice hard stomach with tight abs, and his chest was to die for. I guess it was from the baseball playing and cross-country running. I hadn’t been too exposed to the gay world at all, so I was only able to base my perception of his body on the guys I’d seen on television and the occasional sneaked web site. However, I’d never seen such a beautiful body, and have only run into a few that compared since. After successfully unbuttoning his pants, I slid them of, unleashing his dragon. It seemed to be growing by the second, and I gave it soft kisses as it was held down by Michael’s underwear. This caused it to grow even more, and by the time I had his underwear off, Michael’s penis stood at a minimum of ten inches. That, I would suppose was the biggest surprise up to that point (no pun intended). I looked up at Michael in somewhat of a surprised manner, and he just looked longingly into my eyes. As he rubbed the back of my head, I continued to kiss his entire shaft before arriving at its head. I licked his dick’s head in a circular motion, caressing it and ridding it of the pre-cum that had formed at its tip. With each movement, Michael’s prick twitched beneath my tongue, as if it had a mind of its own and was begging for more. After a few moments of this, I finally pushed his long shaft into my mouth with pursed lips. I was able to choke down about half of his dick, but that was enough to make Michael moan in pure delight. I took the rest of his penis in my hand and gave him a half hand-job, half blowjob, as Michael pressed on the back of my head with his hands and squirmed in immense gratification. His hardon tasted somewhat salty, and it made my mouth water, causing a smacking sound as I sucked and licked it as a child does to an ice cream cone when first discovering they melt. Every few seconds or so, I looked up to see Michael’s raised head, watching as best he could as I went to town on his penis. His eyes were filled with excitement and elation. I don’t know how long it was, but for me it wasn’t long enough when Michael announced that he would soon be coming, and that I might want to back off so he could do so. To that I simply laughed and started sucking harder. At a point, Michael lost all control and began fucking my face. I was absolutely thrilled to have him pumping his thighs and forcing his dick back and forth in my mouth. Soon his penis began to quiver, to which I responded by slowing down my rhythm. Michael followed my lead as best he could, seeing as how he was going to blow any second. Just then, Michael let out a scream of pure elation and as he grabbed my hair and thrust his penis deep into the depths of my mouth, his penis shot his seamen into the back of my throat. I swallowed hard making my best attempt to get all of his warm love juices, but of course, some of it dribbled from my mouth. It was an odd, but pleasing taste, and once he was through, I cleaned up his shaft and licked my lips, not letting a drop of cum go unnoticed. Michael leaned back, resting his head on the bed, and closing his eyes, basking in incalculable bliss, and in response, I slid my tongue all the way up his body coming to his lips. His lips met mine, and we shared other deep, passionate embrace, a mixture of our combined saliva fluids and his cum in our mouths. We laid there for a few moments, him taking it all in, and I in complete disbelief over the fact that I had just done something that I had dreamt of doing for years. The best thing about it though, was that this was not merely a lustful encounter, but also a amorous one, one where both Michael and I were together expressing a reciprocated love. After an uncertain amount of time, Michael opened his eyes to see me staring into them and said, “Can I do you now?” This surprised me beyond imagination, for in those years of simple infatuation with Michael, my sole fantasy was to pleasure him, and concurrently, I would be pleasured by his sexual fulfillment. But now, he was asking to return the favor. Before I could respond, Michael rolled the both of us over using his strong, muscular arms to do so, and started rubbing my already inflamed crotch through my pants. He massaged my torso with his tongue and undid my pants, as I laid back and watched with my hands pressing on the back of his head begging for more. I aided him in sliding off my pants and underwear at the same time, my erect member standing at attention for my new drill instructor, Mike. Michael then began to suck my dick in a slow methodical manner, speeding up for a few seconds every once in a while, as if he couldn’t get enough of it to satisfy his craving. Cupping my testicles with one hand, Michael used the other rub my stomach and chest in a circular motion as my breathing became heavier and more sporadic. Soon, I found myself sitting up slightly and caressing Mike’s back while smelling his hair, as he continued to pleasure me. Suddenly, Michael stopped and looked up at me. I stared back into those eyes of his as he said, “fuck my ass.” Once again, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and once again, Mike took the initiative before I could respond. He hopped onto my lap, and pushed me down. Looking up from my position laid back on the bed, I watched as he grabbed my penis and shoved it into his ass as if he’d done this a hundred times. He closed his eyes and began rocking on my crotch. A moan escaped from his lips upon entry, and I couldn’t resist. I sat up and began thrusting my cock as deep into Michael’s tight ass as I could. Michael began groping me with his hands, not letting an in of my body go unmissed. I placed my arms around his waist and forced Michael’s ass harder and harder on my dick. Soon, I could feel Michael’s love stick between our bodies, as it began to regain its firmness. The two of us shared several passionate kisses during this time, and I also took the opportunity to further explore Mike’s upper body with my lips. Having my shaft in his ass was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever felt, and I was getting increasingly excited as I heard our voices moaning and groaning, sometimes in unison. Soon, I decided to take control as Michael had those times earlier. I rolled over on the bed, forcing him onto the mattress and me on top of him, all the while, making sure that my penis remained in his sweet ass. This way, I could get a better view of Michael and maximize my ultimate pleasure. I began humping Michael faster and grunting exuberantly. Michael followed this sudden lead and wrapped his legs around my ass, using them, along with his arms, to push me deeper inside of him. With every moan from Michael, my desires to further pleasure him increased. As is fucked his ass, I decided to grab Michael’s grand erection and made him fuck my fist. I slowed my movement in his ass and started jerking him off, and as he stepped into euphoria, Michael started squirming for full enjoyment of his ass and penis. In a much shorter amount of time, Michael’s orgasmic screams returned, and my hand motions quickened, causing my fist to smack against his balls. I bent down to kiss Michael, just as he reached his full peak, his cum ejecting from his balls and through his shaft in an explosive manner. My lips absorbed Michael’s blissful screams, while his cum dripped down my hand. Ignoring that, I sat back up and continued fucking Mike’s ass, regaining full speed in a matter of moments. By now, we were both panting, desperately trying to maintain our breath. Michael begged me to fuck him harder and faster, and as I met his request, and could feel that I was ready to come soon. I announced this to Michael, who responded by pleading for me to come in his mouth so he could taste me, but I told him that I really wanted to come in his ass. He retracted his request, huffing out that he would like that and that he could taste my come in the morning. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, and dismissed it as ecstatic delirium. I then lay down directly on top of Michael we resumed in kissing once again. The most magnificent feeling came over my entire body, like a shockwave centered at my cock. Michael’s legs pressed harder on my back, and rocked his lower body up and down to capitalize on my every movement in his ass. I tried to hold back my orgasm as long as possible in an impossible attempt to make the moment last forever. However, my dick soon took over my head and let forth the biggest wad I’d ever had (or at least it felt as such). It was a sensation unsurpassed by any other, and now it was Michael’s turn to absorb my screams into his lips. After a long while of kissing, I rolled off Michael, and stated that I had just the time of my life, and that I was glad that he was my first. That was when I found out that I was not the only inexperienced person in the room, and somehow that made me feel even better about the whole encounter. Soon we had both fallen asleep. The next morning, I woke to Michael kissing my forehead. I looked up at him and smiled. Looking over at my bedroom door, I discovered that it remained closed, hinting at the fact that my parents had not tried to bother me during the night. I figured that they must have guessed that I was asleep and decided not to wake me. I looked at the alarm clock situated to the side of my bed and found that my parents would be gone to work by now, leaving us the day to spend together (before graduation of course). Saddened by the fact that after today we may never see each other again thus concluding our relationship, I decided to express my love for Michael again. Let’s just say that I got to feel ten inches in my ass, and Michael was able to finally taste my cum. At that time, I had no idea what may become of the supposed conclusion of this relationship… |
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