First time I fell when I was 7 years old. His name was Sasha. Among my odnoklasnikov he stood markedly curly golden hair, open smile and shoot down all right figure athlete. He also was 7 years old. Once, walking home after school, we obsessing chat with him about any easy. Find the road junction where he had turned to the house, he suddenly looked at me as something on the particularities and said: And let’s be friends? I, of course, be happy and we agreed to part, everyone went to his home. And here-and I turned around. He stood and looked at me. And smiled. His broad and attracts a smile. What I felt then? It is difficult to describe words.

But I realized that I want to be with him all the time. I want to touch his linen kudri and hear his voice. I loved it until the third grade, but he apparently did not guess. Strangely, in 7 years to realize that you love the boy. I asked ourselves what is happening with me? I felt that I have driven some incomprehensible forces and their powerful impulses which leave something to the bottom stomach and dissolve a pleasant and heat waves. But in 7 years, it is difficult to expect from a man of introspection. I left their ambiguous questions and solutions to rage in me feelings. In third grade I am friends with Valery. He did not glittering beauty or force, but we often played together with him and once at school, after school, the game has brought us with him in the dark tambour doors between black progress.

Exit at Palestinians was locked and when to close the door first, then okazyvaeshsya kromeshnoy in the dark. We have not seen each other, but I felt his breath very close. Suddenly, not to mention a word, he gently held his hand to make my location, which do not release my attention at any minute and has long been centre of all my thoughts. We have to do to say that one touching enough that hot blood poured on my nerves pulsating chlenchik? I did not dareposhevelitsya and silently waited for the second touch.

Of course, he knew in advance about the exciting processes that occur at a time in my trousers and here I felt like he started slowly rasstegivat my shirinku. I fell in sladostnoe catalepsy, unable to say a word, nor poshevelitsya. I knew at that moment, which will allow all to do with anything, interpretation, he would not ceased. And now my member already in his palm. Warmth and soft. She gently compress my pisku and begins tightening the delicate skin from the head. Back - forward. Back - forward. I have all poplylo in the head and I spolz quietly on the floor. Do not move, Valera formed a number of increasing tempo and became a wanker further.

All zahlestyvayuschaya wave of delight me with legs spread to the head. This was not so, as usual, when I closed the house in a toilet, to pacify and wanker in fear listening to stupefy themselves to orgasm. Here, everything was in a new way. When all ended, Valera gently, but persistently in the dark took my hand and put it on myself the same place saying: Now you! His piska proved to the touch much thinner than my own, but noticeably longer. Styanuv soft skin with the head of its members, I felt its elasticity and slightly damp surface. I remember that we have changed with him four times, until iznemozhdennye, with tryasuschimisya kicking and overcrowded with new feelings, not left out from our hiding place.

We never told each other more than any words. The school was empty and we are capturing portfolios fled to the homes. It is necessary if to say, the next day, immediately after school, he invited me, smiling cunning, to go play in a dark tambour doors locked at the staircase? Days acquired a new meaning for me. Sitting on the lesson, I have eagerly waited for their end. And sometimes, trembling waiting handed me there, between the legs and, not incidentally, put my Rampant intensively growing member who clatters tubercles ashamed of my school pants.

Valera was an honest boy and this is not just destroy us. Once, as always apprehended after school, he was with his mother addicted interrogated. Hall paint, he painfully issuing of ourselves that we played together after school in the dark zur have closed the door. At the very reasonable question to his mother-that is it for this game in the dark? - He replied that I was removed from his trousers. It was good that my friend is not crazy enough to go into the details of our games and only his mother was able to share their suspicions with our class leader. I remember how scared before losing consciousness, stood in front of our after school teacher and inaudibility answered her questions: Yes, played.

Well, it was a joke. Free mature hardcore last crimean tour. More will not. Only, please do not tell my parents! Our friendship with Valery ended. But razbuzhennye has not given a sense of serenity. Increasingly, in the most inappropriate situations, my piska started swelling, increases markedly in size and, most terrible, skin, covering the delicate and sensitive member of my head, increasingly began to slowly and inexorably sliding with him, offering him all the torture, carrying a family grave satin pants. And if, God did not let faced piska zadirala edge shorts and rub on the fence began, shershavye school trousers, the terrible suffering it was impossible to imagine and present.

Right from erection could only head vpravleniem razbushevavsheysya ago, in saving bag extreme flesh. But zasunesh hand, the so-By now, in the pants at school break, when running around you and your snuyut same classmates and class? I remember that sometimes had povernuvshis face to the window and press trousers to the battery, wait stydlivo call for a lesson, spasmodic prosovyvaya arm of concern to place the order and leads there when everything has already razbegalis by grade and heard the corridor steps teachers.

With Anton we have complex relationships. He liked me, but its capricious nature did not give us closer so to become friends. Outwardly he was, perhaps, even very beautiful. His face, with slightly evil smile, it was like a person amur, a mobile, ingenuity mind attracts defiant escapades, enjoy particularly popular among odnoklasnikov. One morning, we met with him accidentally at a bus stop. Before the school was not close and we had to try to vtisnutsya in crowded bus. In davke press us to each other so closely that I felt the warmth of his body. At bends bus swings and tuck in a number of challenges to us all its weight. Andthen swung again and I felt like something whose hand skolznula me on a frozen legs and between them.

I looked at Anton - ozorno he smiled. And then one of his fingers wide movement of my hand and shirinku Anton nyrnula directly to me in pants. In overcrowded bus crowded I could not poshevelit nor with one hand, yes to truth and not very hotel.Svoy krotky protest, I expressed some inaudibility replica, which, of course, to get excited him even more. My face absorb paint, when Anton pulled my pants and a member of his wanker started swinging to the beat of the bus. I did not know - that I do. On the one hand, I was so ready to go at least to the edge of light, but on the other - I am afraid that in the crowd someone might notice this terrible shame and scandal erupted.

It seems Anton severity of the situation, my seasoned stydlivym erubescence, very razveselila. We left two more stops before school. I distinctly felt that now over. Probably, it felt and Anton and I started wanker with extreme cruelty. I was hurt and then I ran out. The bus arrived for school, Anton usmehnuvshis turned to the door and began pushing out, leaving me a deal with the consequences of their escapades. Makeshift makers and suffocating feeling of shame and fear that this someone might notice Ivyskochil of the bus.

Well, how? - I heard a voice flagrant Antona.Ya turned. I became distinctly clear that my sweet conceived tormentors. I peresohlo in the throat as soon as I submitted, as Anton will now all boys class, with intoxicated with talk about this my shame! Here it is, pay for the pleasure seconds, for seyuminutnuyu willingness to ignore the light for all those magic moments. All day, with a grim expectation imminent disgrace, I iskosa poglyadyval Anton. My nerves were stretched to the limit and I had been vobschem-it is logical, grabbed deuce on physics, not being able to repeat some rule, delivered just a teacher. Antonspared me.

Gradually forgotten, and my fear of public shame. But the desire to experience all this again was to haunt me with particular severity. In fact, I quite clearly understood - is the feeling I want to experience it with a boy! Often, when the house was not anybody, I undress before the goal and drachil, looking at himself in the mirror. I did not differ sports figure, but my will to fry popka in me strange fantasies, and borne the first member of hairs seemed the most perfect creation of nature. It was particularly interesting to see in the mirror, as he swelling, filling young juices, as slowly sliding skin is very tender fles h, opening pink head with a small cut in the middle. As it moves further and further and finally zaskakivaet per head, forcing members to take extreme upright position. As he nervously twitch of jolting affluent as blood. And then I obhvatyvayu it and start, first slowly, then all the back-to accelerate the move forward, I close your eyes and dissolve into all poglaschayuschih feelings impending orgasm. Hot big tits and dick ship method ambush. And now, the first wave pushes his semen, razletayuschuyusya in all directions, spray on the mirror, the stack on the fingers. My movements were becoming slower and I am happy to fall in exhaustion on the sofa and Blessed stops.

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