Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2018 11:06:27 +0000
From: John McQuillium <johnmcquillium@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: My First Crush part 1

Meeting my 1st crush again

The following is a true account of being 17 years old and getting off with
the first boy I had a crush on and two men he knew.

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  The first time I became aware I was sexually attracted to boys was around
the age of 10 years old.  Although to be honest, at the time I didn't
realises it was sexual attraction but it was definitely the warning signs.
The sight of certain boys would give me a tingly feeling in my stomach when
I saw them and if they weren't already friends I'd get an urge to befriend
them.  Whilst most boys in the junior school got their thrill out of trying
to steal peeks of a girl's knickers under her skirt, my thrill was the
boys' changing room before and after a swimming lesson.  It was around this
time that I found if I ground my little dickie into the mattress for long
enough I got this really nice tingly feeling in my cock and stomach.

  Roll forward a year and whilst not having a clue about the sexual fun two
boys could have with each other's bodies my mattress humping had evolved.
Now I would sandwich my hard little dickie between the mattress and a
pillow.  I also started fantasising about being in a row of beds with a boy
in each one, with us all engaged in a mattress humping race.  When I
thought that, the tingly feeling seemed more intense.  It was at this age,
11 years old, that I had my first idol but I now know he was really my
first boy crush.  Brett was a stunning 16 year old boy who was popular with
everyone without being arrogant or cocky, he even had time for us younger
kids.  All I can remember of him back then was his bluish grey eyes that
seemed so bright and captivating, his pink lips and angular jaw with a cute
dimple on his chin.  He seemed to be good at sports and girls were always
after him.  Unfortunately he moved away before I was old enough to realise
he wasn't a cool older boy I idolised but a boy I fancied the fuck out of.

  Six years later, with me already sexually experienced beyond my tender
years, our paths crossed and two things happened to me.  The first was I
almost spunked up in my jeans as I was going commando as usual except when
playing sport.  The second was the revelation that Brett had been my first
sexual crush.  Our paths crossed at a 100th birthday party for a WWII
ex-service man who was a right colourful character that practically
everyone knew.  Seeing Brett, now aged 22 years old, I realised his current
stunning sexiness had already been hinted at in his teen boy cute years as
I had known him back then.

  Brett had short hair whose teenage dark blond colour had morphed into
young man chestnut brown.  His fringe was stylishly spiked up.  His oval
face was lightly tanned with flawless skin and was stunningly sexy.
Brett's bluish grey eyes seemed as bright and as captivating as ever.  His
whole face was very sexy but it just seemed a backdrop to his dreamy eyes.
His angular chin was now chiselled distinguishably but still retained its
cute dimple.  He had lush pink perfectly formed lips, the kind that
attracted other lips to his like a moth to a flame.  He had a classic nose
which showed he had come from good breading stock.  Brett was wearing an
alternating light pink and light grey horizontally stripped polo shirt.  It
certainly wasn't a girly pink and he looked so fucking sexy in it even if I
was being biased.  It was designed to be tight and the armbands had bunched
up and were taut around his upper arms.  He had trim triceps, defined
biceps and toned forearms.  It was obvious he did some gym work but it was
more of a swimmer's build than gym bunny.  His polo shirt hinted at broad
shoulders and a chest that was chiselled rather than mounds of muscle.
Below he was wearing light blue jeans.  Even seeing Brett on the far side
of the room, fully clothed my cock couldn't help but grow to an obvious fat
10 inch log down the left leg of my jeans.  Luckily I saw sat down at a
table with my state of arousal hidden beneath it.

  Although I had spotted Brett he hadn't spotted me.  Two things prevented
me from going over to him.  The first was the blatant boner down the left
leg of my jeans and the second was nervousness.  Normally I'm confident but
I was worried Brett wouldn't remember me or I wouldn't be able to keep my
lust under control and he'd spot me for the fag I was.  Thinking of old
women naked cured my first problem and a couple more ales cured the second.
For a while I watched Brett like a hawk from a far for two reasons.  The
first was to burn a mental image of Brett onto my mind to fuel the wank
fantasy I would have the moment I got home.  The second was to try and see
him on his own so I could go over and approach him.

  Eventually my opportunity arrived.  My cock was under control, my pint
was finished and gorgeous Brett was heading to the bar.  Brett beat me to
the bar so I got to see him from behind and I clapped eyes on his firm
pert, perfect bubble butt arse encased in his light blue jeans.  Sucking in
breath to bolster my courage I casually leant against the bar.  "Hi Brett.
How have you been?"  I asked the profile of his perfectly proportioned
face.  It really was classically chiselled, almost like a young male film
star.  Brett twisted towards me.  At first his expression was one of
puzzlement as he tried to place me.  Eventually the penny dropped and his
perfectly formed pink lips curled up into a friendly smile which caused a
cute crease to form each side of his mouth.  It might have been a friendly
smile but I found it such a sexy smile.  "Hi John!"  Brett exclaimed as he
opened his arms wide for a hug.  Stepping into his arms we embraced each
other in a tight hug.  "Behave yourself cock, it's just a friendly hug."  I
mentally chastised my cock as it began to stir at the intimate closeness of
such a sexy young guy.  "What are you having?"  Brett asked after releasing
us from the hug.  "A pint of ESB please."  I said.  "You buggering me in my
bed."  I mentally thought to myself.  "No worries."  Brett replied as he
set about ordering our beers.

  With our pints in hand we headed off to find a quieter spot to have a
chat and catch up.  The last time we had met I was a lowly 11 year old but
he was a popular 16 year old that every other boy wanted to be and every
girl wanted to be in bed with.  At that age a five year age gap is usually
a huge chasm but now with one of us being 17 years old and the other 22 the
gap was less of an obstacle and we nattered away like old friends.  What we
chatted about I can't remember as I was into rugby and cricket and he was
into football and swimming but somehow we managed to chat until our pints
were drunk dry and it was my round.  Although I looked my 17 years of age
and you have to be 18 to buy booze in the UK this party was being held in
an ex-servicemen's club so it was taken as a nod is as good as a wink when
you told the barman you were 18.

  With our beers I returned to the table Brett was sat at.  We continued
chatting away.  Since those days in the junior school swimming pool
changing rooms I thought I had become a master of the secret art of perving
without being spotted.  Maybe it was that a couple of ales was letting my
guard drop and I was looking at Brett more lustfully than I had intended.
As I would find out that was the case.  There again I thought Brett was so
sexy he'd even make the Pope drool over him.  We carried on chatting away
like two grannies over the garden fence until we'd finished our beer.
Brett then went to recharge our glasses to toast the old boy while I went
to relieve my bladder.  When I got back people were starting to crowd
around Stan to sing him Happy Birthday.  Stan had fought in the First World
War and served in the Home Guard in the second and at 100 years old he was
still a sprightly old bugger.  He even joked "where's me stripper" in his
cockney accent which cracked everyone up.

  After the toast people started to leave and I wondered if I'd ever see
Brett again.  He lived in Oxford, which is only an hour by train, but when
you've been born in and grown up in London on the map there is London and
then a vast area of dark wild wilds you wouldn't want to venture into, they
don't even have tube technology.  Brett then sidled up to me
conspiratorially and asked if I wanted to share a joint with him which I
was more than up for.  After finding a quiet spot in the car park behind
the empty beer barrels Brett sparked up and took a couple of tokes on the
joint before passing to me where I did the same.  The joint went back and
forth between us until it was gone and we had the giggles.

  Once the joint was finished there was more giggling.  We were each sat on
an empty beer barrel opposite each other.  Then Brett stood up and his jean
covered crotch was at my eye level.  There was no hint of a hard on but
there again I wasn't expecting one, I just though he had stood up to go for
a piss.  "Going for a wee?"  I asked looking up at his face.  "No I'm
hoping you're going to give me a blow job."  Brett said looking down at me
looking up at him.  His captivating bluish grey eyes were bloodshot and had
a slight pleading look with no malice.  "Get out of here, asking me to suck
you off."  I said as if trying to joke it off.

  When Brett was 16 years old the girls seemed to be all over him and he
never made any attempt to fend them off so I had him down as a 100%
straight guy.  "Please, I know you want too, you've been perving over me
all night."  Brett pleadingly said.  "Even when we were kids I suspected
you fancied me."  He then added.  "How?  I was only eleven."  I asked, not
wanting to be outted in front of this gorgeous guy.  "Why the hell am I
protesting?" The logical side of my mind silently asked myself.  "You were
always looking at me."  Brett replied with a sly smile on his face.  Then
fumbling about below attracted my attention.  My gaze dropped from Brett's
gorgeous face to his groin area and already he was undoing his belt.  At
that moment we both knew I was snared.  Like a rabbit trapped in the
headlights of an approaching car I watched mesmerised as Brett undid his
jeans.

  Brett pealed the leaves of his light blue jeans apart to expose a pair of
black briefs beneath.  A wave of heat and crotch sweat wafted over my face
and I drank it in.  Even if I had the faintest hint of resistance it would
have evaporated then.  Brett then removed his hands to tempt and tease me.
The leaves of his light blue jeans were parted, I could see his black
briefs, the heat of his groin radiated out and I drank in the heady aroma
of his sweaty aroused crotch sweat.  Was Brett bi-sexual or just pissed,
stoned and horny enough to let another boy suck him off?  After all a hot
wet sucking mouth is a hot wet sucking mouth regardless of its owner's
gender.  Who cares what Brett's sexuality was I was going in anyway.

  As we were shielded by a wall of empty beer barrels I pulled Brett's
jeans down to his knees.  Brett had nicely chiselled thighs from all the
swimming he did and the football he played.  They were lightly tanned and
dusted with soft brown hairs.  Brett's briefs quickly went the same way his
jeans went.  First I exposed the top of his naturally small, but trimmed
really short bush of brown pubes.  His hard erect cock was a diagonal lump
running up to his left hip.  Brett's bulbous knob then came into view and
it was a beauty.  Unusually for a British boy he was circumcised but as I
would find out it was for medical reasons as his foreskin had been too
tight when he was younger.  That was hardly surprising as Brett had a cock
like a baseball bat handle with the knob at the end being much bigger than
the shaft.  Just looking at Brett's bulbous knob made my arsehole twitch at
the thought of a toe curling knob fuck.  For any of you who don't know what
that means it is when a guy just pushes his knob in and out so the ridge of
his knob really works over your arsehole and fuck did Brett's knob have a
very prominent ridge.  In the orange glow of the car park lights I saw
Brett's bulbous knob was glistening with clear pre-cum.

  As I pulled Brett's briefs further down I exposed the shaft of his cock.
It was slightly thicker than average, fairly veiny and 7 inches long with
knob included.  His cock and groin had a slight tan but it was lighter than
the rest of him.  With his briefs half way down his toned thighs his cock
flopped down.  Once his briefs were bunched up with his jeans around his
knees I took Brett's sexy hard cock into my left hand were I felt its heat
and throbbing pulse.  When I looked up at Brett I saw he was looking down
at me with an eager and needing expression on his stunningly sexy face.
Although I was curious as to whether Brett was bi-sexual or just a stoned
horny straight guy I didn't bother to ask as I didn't care, I just wanted
the thrill of sucking off this sexy young man who had been my first sexual
crush although I was too young to realise it at the time.  As he was
looking down at me I guessed he was bi or at least bi-curious as when I had
sucked off other straight lads/guys they shut their eyes and thought of
females.

  When I lifted Brett's cock up I saw he had nice sized balls in a
semi-lose sack.  Sticking my tongue out I licked the deliciously salty
sweat pearl of clear pre-cum from his piss slit.  A shiver ran through
Brett's body as I did so.  Brett's toned body then tensed and he let out a
gasp of pleasure when my hot wet tongue circled around the very prominent
ridge of his bulbous circumcised knob, licking up the tasty pre-cum as I
did so.  The slightly thicker than average shaft of Brett's 7 inch cock
throbbed in my stationary left hand.  Although Brett's cock was body heat
it felt like a throbbing hot rod of iron in my hand.  After kissing the tip
of Brett's knob I pushed my mouth forward.  My lush red cock sucker's lips
slid down the increasing tapper of Brett's bulbous knob.  They then slipped
over the very prominent ridge of his bulbous knob to clamp tightly around
the throbbing shaft of his cock.  "Fuck yes."  Brett gasped in pleasure as
the hot wetness of my mouth soaked into his swollen sensitive knob.

  With Brett's bulbous knob in my mouth I began to strongly suck it as my
talented tongue circled all around it.  This made Brett's cock throb harder
in my hand, his knob leaked tasty pre-cum and he purred with pleasure.  As
I sucked and licked Brett's bulbous knob we looked at each other.  It was
hard to judge Brett's expression.  Was it a lustful one or just a needful
one?  My expression was definitely a lustful one with a hint of worry at
the back of my mind that this sex god might come to his senses and leave
any second now.  To make sure he didn't leave I tried to deep throat his
cock.  My tightly clamped lush red lips slid down the hot hard throbbing
veiny shaft of Brett's 7 inch cock.  Soon I had swallowed Brett's 7 inch
cock right down to the sweaty pubed base with his bulbous knob plugging the
back of my mouth.  All 7 inches of Brett's hot hard cock throbbed in my
mouth.  Brett's body tensed solid and he let out a loud gasp of pleasure as
he felt the hot wetness of my mouth soak into the full length of his cock.
His captivating bluish grey eyes rolled back in his head and a contented
expression spread across his stunningly sexy face.  Brett could easily have
been Abercrombie & Fitch male fashion model as he had a classically sexy
and attractive face and nicely toned body.  Naked he would have made a
great porn model; you know the type who pose solo to show off the beauty of
the male form.

  Then I began to rapidly bob my hot wet strongly sucking mouth up and down
Brett's hot hard throbbing cock.  My tightly clamped lush red lips wanked
the veiny, slightly thicker than average throbbing shaft of Brett's 7 inch
cock.  My talented tongue tickled the underside as I did so.  As my mouth
rapidly bobbed back and forth his bulbous knob painted the length of my
tongue with tasty pre-cum which fired off my taste buds.  My nose drank in
the heady erotic aroma of Brett's sweaty horny aroused groin.  His purrs of
pleasure was music to my ears.  It would have been nice to say this was a
wank fantasy come true but the last time I had seen Brett I thought it was
just idol worship I had for him as I was too young to realise it was my
first sexual crush.  My hands caressed Brett's lightly haired thighs that
were sexily chiselled through playing football or groping his very firm
pert, perfect bubble butt arse that had a fine downy dusting of soft hairs.
There was the kinky thrill I was sexually servicing an older lad in a car
park where we could get caught.  Although this might turn out to be nothing
more than me sucking him off, that was more than enough for me.  It also
didn't stop my arse from twitching at the thought of Brett buggering me
with his baseball bat handled cock.

  For well over ten minutes I greedily sucked Brett's hot hard throbbing 7
inch cock.  One minutes it was a simple back and forth action and the next
a corkscrew action.  My tightly clamped lush red lips rapidly wanked the
thick veiny shaft of Brett's throbbing cock.  My talented tongue tickled it
as I did so or swirled all around the prominent crown of his bulbous knob
when just it was in my mouth.  When that happened I strongly sucked his
swollen sensitive knob causing Brett to gasp with pleasure.  My tongue and
the roof of my mouth savoured the scrape of the prominent ridge of Brett's
bulbous knob slid back and forth.  My taste buds buzzed from the salty
sweet flavour of his free flowing pre-cum.  My mouth and arse were born to
accommodate hot hard cock and having Brett's cock in my mouth felt so
natural.  Even though I had a fat 9.5 inch cock, was 6 feet tall and
weighed 14 stone with a body as buff as the England fly-half Owen Farrell,
when it came to gay sex I preferred to be the bitch boy bottom so I was
more than happy to sexually service Brett even if he didn't reciprocate.
Sure I could top with the best of them but if it had to be one or the other
bottoming would win every time.  After all you can only cum so many times
in a day but your arse can take a dam sight more fucks.

  Then I felt Brett's 5' 10" tall, 10 stone body lock solid.  It then began
to shudder and shake as his intense and copious orgasm hit.  Brett began to
groan with sexual ecstasy and release as he started powerfully squirting
jet after jet of really thick, salty sweet spunk into my mouth.  Brett went
off like a knocked over fire hydrant and pumped a huge load of cum into my
mouth which I let pool on my tongue where its' delicious flavour fired off
my taste buds.  When Brett's orgasm ended his pulled his bulbous knobbed
cock from my cum laden mouth as it went hypersensitive after orgasm.  Free
of Brett's cock my mouth swilled and savoured the salty sweet delicious
flavour of his cum before swallowing it.  Sexually slatted and physically
drained Brett plonked himself down on a beer barrel and sucked in a breath
when his bare bum connected with the cool metal surface of the barrel.  His
very sexy lightly tanned face was flushed red for orgasm and had a very
contented expression.

  Now that I had sucked Brett off and had swallowed his salty sweet spunk I
had to find out my options.  "The way girls were always all over you I
thought you were straight."  I said with my tongue still buzzing from the
flavour of Brett's spunk.  "Before going to university so did I as I'd
never thought about messing about with another guy.  But I was in my room
getting pissed and stoned with a mate and he offered to suck me off."
Brett said.  "I was drunk so I thought why not as a blow job is a blow job,
right?"  Brett asked as if to confirm it was okay.  "Yeah I've sucked off
plenty of straight guys.  One hot wet mouth feels as good as another."  I
reassured.  That caused him to tight lipped smile which caused the cute
creases to form either side of his mouth.  "Well as he was sucking me he
stuck his finger up my arse which freaked me out until he hit my prostate.
Just as I was about to call him a fucking queer my body went rag doll limp
and I feed him the biggest orgasm I'd ever had."  Brett recounted with a
far-away expression.  Brett looked so sexy yet funny with his pink and grey
polo shirt on, naked from the hips to his thighs and jeans bunched around
his knees as he sat on an empty beer barrel.  His cock had deflated but
twitched as he recalled his first time with another guy.

  Anyway I'm sure you don't want to know the nitty-gritty of our
conversation but the gist was that taking his first blow job off another
lad turned Brett off to start with.  Brett was very much a ladies man and
tried to put that gay blow job behind him but he confessed he had since
taken others when he was pissed, stoned or horny enough.  As I would find
out it went further than that but I didn't find that out until later.
Brett had planned to catch the coach back to Oxford which ran 24 hours a
day, however I offered the opportunity to kip at my place and the thought
of a comfy bed and full English breakfast the following morning won out.
Besides his ticket was valid for later on that day as it had gone midnight
by now.

  With our arms around each other's shoulders we headed back to my place
with a slightly drunken and stoned swagger.  When we got to the gates of my
parent's house I asked Brett if he wanted to sleep in my bed or crash with
me in the den above the double garage.  My family knew I was the gay side
of bi-sexual and active and had no qualms about me bringing boys or girls
back for a bit of nookie.  However if I was entertaining a group of friends
I would do that in the den above the garage as we could be as noisy as we
liked if just partying or as kinky as we wanted if having an orgy.  A comfy
king sized bed and offer of a full English breakfast the following morning
won out.  Creeping up the stairs so as not to wake my family, who had left
the party after the toast to Stan, Brett and I sneaked up into my bedroom.

  My bedroom was semi-typical for a teenage boy except the posters of
scantily clad women in-between posters of cars and music bands were those
of bare-chested men instead.  Another unusual thing was the leather
restraints on metal chains attached to the metal framed head and foot board
of my double bed.  Also untypical for a teen boy's bedroom my floor was
clear of discarded clothing.  It did have the usual ripe smell of teen boy
sweat, spilt cum and randy pheromones though.  My bedroom also had the
added bonus of an on-suite bathroom that was shared with the guest bedroom
but as we had no guest at present that was fine.  It was hard to believe I
was in my all too familiar bedroom with such a stunningly sexy young man.
To be honest there was a sofa in my bedroom long enough for Brett to sleep
on and a single mattress under my double bed I could have pulled out but I
wanted Brett in my bed.  "Fancy a night cap?"  Brett asked when he spotted
the small balcony outside my bedroom window.  By night cap he meant a
joint.  Cigarettes I don't smoke as I'm too sporty but I part in the odd
passed around joint.  Besides it might make Brett more pliable to my carnal
desires.  "Sure."  I replied with my cock already swelling.

  Brett skinned up and then we stepped out onto the balcony and closed the
window behind us.  Luckily my sister was at university and my parent's
bedroom was on the other side of the house.  Brett sparked up and took a
couple of puffs before passing it to me.  The joint went back and forth
until it was finished and we went back inside.  Bolstered by booze and
cannabis I made my proposal to Brett.  "You can kip on the couch if you
want but the spare bedding is in my parent's bedroom."  I lied.  In my
wardrobe I had spare bedding, under my bed was a single mattress I could
have pulled out and offered to Brett.  Hell we even had a guest bedroom
with two made up single beds I could have offered Brett but I was steering
him to share my double bed.  Whether it was his latent gay streak, open
minded straightness or if he was just so pissed and horny he wanted to
climb into the softest, warmest option he picked to share my bed.

  Without answering Brett pulled off his pale pink and light grey hooped
polo tee shirt and it was like watching a slow motion, semi-erotic diet
coke advert.  There was the shadow of a thin treasure trail which he had
shaved off.  Brett's stomach was a rock hard slab of muscle with a faint
washboard.  It was naturally hairless except for his shaved treasure trail
and had a very light tan.  Then Brett exposed his naturally hairless chest
which was also lightly tanned.  There was pencil line definition to his
pecs which were studded with two small pinkish brown nipples.  His armpits
then came into view as he pulled his top over his head.  He had shaved them
smooth but you could see the shadow area and they looked deliciously
sweaty.  When Brett dropped his top to the floor I saw he had swimmer
defined deltoids, triceps and biceps.  They were sexily toned arms rather
than muscular ones.  I had seen Brett in nothing but Speedos when he was 16
years old and he had retained his slim but lean toned build with not an
ounce of fat on him.

  Without looking at me Brett peeled off his shorts and then pulled down
his jeans.  Brett had slim but nicely chiselled legs with sculpted thighs
and shaped calf muscles, both of which were lightly tanned and dusted with
brown hairs.  I have to admit I have a bit of a leg fetish and I thought
Brett's legs were sexy.  Brett was now naked except for his tight fitting
black briefs.  He looked so smokingly sexy.  His brown hair was stylishly
spiked up and his brown eyebrows were above his dreamy light blue eyes
which were blood shot from booze and cannabis.  He had a very sexy, oval
square set movie star face with lightly tanned flawless skin.  He had pale
pink lips with cute creases each side.  Brett's lightly tanned body was
slim but with lean toned swimmer's definition.  There was sculpting to his
upper arms and pencil line definition to his naturally hairless chest
studded with two small pink nipples.  His stomach was flat and firm with a
subtle washboard and shaved off treasure trail.  There was a nice lump in
the front of his tight black briefs but he wasn't hard.  Then there was the
sight of his slim but sexily sculpted legs with their light tan and dusting
of brown hairs.  "Sorry, I go commando so I need to get some shorts."  I
told Brett as I was down to my trousers and nothing else.  "Whatever."
Brett nonchalantly said as he climbed into one side of my bed.

  Popping into the bathroom, which was shared by my bedroom and the guest
bedroom, I stripped out of my trousers and had a quick wank as seeing Brett
in nothing but his briefs had so turned me on so much.  Squirting my thick
white cum into my cupped right hand I brought it to my mouth and licked up
my salty sweet spunk and savoured its all too familiar taste.  Sexually
slatted I then I pulled on my shorts and returned to my bedroom and got
into my double bed beside Brett who was already asleep.  Even though I had
just had a quick wank, sharing a bed with gorgeous Brett boned me up
straight away and I laid with my back to his, otherwise in my sleep I might
start humping him unconsciously.  However it would turn out the other way.

  When I sleep I'm dead to the world and a war could be raging but it
wouldn't wake me.  However certain things could wake me.  Groggily I slowly
awoke to find the back of my shorts pulled down.  My really thick 9.5 inch
cock was painfully bunched up in the front of my shorts with my bare arse
exposed.  There was the unmistakable pressure of a warm knob pressing
against my arsehole demanding entrance.  As I became fully awake I felt the
blissful sting in my arsehole as Brett's bulbous shaped, prominent ridged,
circumcised knob popped past it without lube.  He then powerfully thrust
his veiny 7 inch cock ball deep into my arse without lube.  Luckily I was a
slut who could take it raw.  Brett then launched into either a sleep rape
or a pissed fuck knowing I was a fag boy.

  It didn't bother me either way.  Sure it was sore being fucked by a hot
hard cock without lube but that kind of made the mild discomfort slightly
pleasurable.  My stretched arsehole was on fire with stinging, but
pleasurable friction as Brett's veiny 7 inch cock shaft rapidly sawed back
and forth against it.  My sphincter felt every bump of the prominent veins
in Brett's rapidly pounding cock.  The exposed ridge of his bulbous
circumcised knob scrapping up and down the walls of my tight teen boy arse
fired off the nerve endings in there.  Brett's trimmed pubic groin
repeatedly slapped my pert, exposed buttocks.  Now I was fully awake but I
didn't know Brett's state.  Was he sleep walk raping me or was his pissed
and stoned and knew what he was doing?  Who cared, I was being fucked by a
stunningly sexy young man who was five years my senior.  Brett seemed so
stereotypically heterosexual and was definitely a babe magnet but he had
his cock up my arse and was fucking me like I was a bitch.  "I thought you
were straight."  I whispered in case he was sleep walk raping me as I
didn't want him to stop.  "So did I.  I think I'm the straight side of
bi-sexual.  I guessed you were gay from the way you used to look at me when
we went swimming."  Brett panted as he continued to fuck me fast and hard
with his hot hard cock.  "I guess so but I was too young to realise I had
such a crush on you as you are so sexy."  I purred with hard fucked
pleasure as Brett's veiny 7 inch cut cock pounded my pussy boy arse.

  Now that we both knew each other was into gay sex it was time to do it
right.  Brett's young man sexy face was far too good looking not to see so
it was time to fuck face to face.  Pulling my arse off Brett's cock I
rolled onto my back and pulled my deeply tanned, sports toned legs, dusted
with golden hairs into my smooth chiselled chest and out to the sides to
expose my sexily shaped arse for Brett to ravish.  With eagerness Brett got
into the push up position above me and it was such a highly erotic sight.
His dreamy light blue eyes burned with lust and were bloodshot with booze
and cannabis.  Brett's face was stunningly sexy, tall and oval with a
square set jaw, a cute dimple in his chin and had lightly tanned flawless
skin.  He had a classical nose and pale pink lips which were perfect for
kissing.  It was a film star face which stood out in a crowd and it was no
wonder he bedded so many girls so easily.  Then there was the sight of
Brett's smooth tensed upper body.  He was slim but with a lean toned
swimmer's build.  There was subtle definition to his deltoids, toned
triceps and sculpted biceps.  His slender forearms were dusted with short,
soft brown hairs and were as as lightly tanned as the rest of him.  Brett's
pencil line chiselled, naturally hairless chest tensed as it supported his
weight.  My deeply tanned hands reached up and began caressing Brett's
smooth chest and gently tweaking his small pink pointy nipples.

  With Brett in the push up position above me he roughly rammed his hot
hard cock into me ball deep without lube.  As there was no lube my arsehole
stung as it was breached but I have a juicy arse so it soon coated Brett's
cock with arse juice.  First there was the delightful sting when Brett's
bulbous, circumcised knob popped past it.  That was maintained as the very
veiny shaft of Brett's hot hard 7 inch cock sank in ball deep.  Brett then
began fucking me fast and hard and it was of such toe curling pleasure.
The exposed ridge of Brett's bulbous, circumcised knob fired off the nerve
endings in my highly receptive as it rapidly scarped back and forth.  His
hot hard 7 inch cock pounded my posh pussy boy arse and his knob pummelled
my prostate which began to pulse and had my achingly hard, untouched cock
throbbing and leaking per-cum into my navel.  His rapidly thrusting groin
spanked my pert, upturned arse delightfully.  My arse was on fire with well
fucked pleasure as Brett's hot hard 7 inch cock mercilessly pounded me.

  On top of the intense physical pleasure radiating out from my arse there
was the erotic stink of male sweat and pheromones.  There was our combined
moans and groans of sexual pleasure as Brett fucked me fast and hard and
the rhythmic slap of his shaved groin against my pert upturned buttocks.
There was the kinky thrill that my parents were home and they maybe
overhearing me getting fucked.  That kinky thrill was intensified by the
fact I was being fucked by a guy five years my senior and he had been my
first gay crush but I had been too young to realise it at the time.  If
only I had a photo to show you how twink/young man sexy Brett was.  Even
after all these years his stunning sexiness burns bright in my mind.  Brett
had an angular but classically sexy face, like that of a well chiselled
statue.  He had a cute dimple on his chin and cute creases each side of his
pale pink lips.  He had hypnotic light blue eyes which burned lustfully as
he vigorously fucked me.  Brett had a slim but well toned upper body which
was naturally hairless and tensed from supporting his weight.  We were both
living out a fantasy we had held for years but had not acted on it for
different reasons.  Now we had surrendered ourself to carnal lust and
sexual attraction as Brett fucked me fast and hard with his bulbous knobed
7 inch cock.

  For a good long while Brett fucked me fast and hard.  His bulbous, helmet
shaped circumcised knob fired off the nerve endings in my slutty young
arse.  It also pounded my prostate which made it pulse and my cock leak.
My sex swollen sphincter burnt with pleasurable friction as Brett's very
veiny 7 inch cock shaft rapidly sawed back and forth against it.  My pert
buttocks tingled from the spanking Brett's rapidly thrusting groin was
giving them.  There was the highly erotic sight of Brett's lightly tanned,
swimmer lean upper body above me.  My well trained arse muscles were
working overtime on Brett's rapidly thrusting 7 inch cock.  Then his orgasm
hit.  "Fuck I'm going to cum."  Brett moaned as his 7 inch cock continued
to mercilessly pound my posh pussy boy arse.  "Yeah cum in me."  I
lustfully begged, not caring if my parents overheard me.

  Brett continued to fuck me fast and hard as his intense orgasm hit.  The
exposed ridge of his swollen circumcised knob fired off the highly
receptive nerve endings in my arse as it rapidly rubbed back and forth.
His bulbous knob pounded my pulsing prostate and had such a big load of cum
brewing in my highly productive teen boy balls.  My hands savoured
caressing Brett's tensed, subtly sculpted upper arms.  My nose drank in the
erotic stink of gay sex.  Then my highly receptive arse felt Brett's hot
hard cock swell and pulse as it powerfully blasted ten large rope of cum
into my flexing and squeezing, tight teen boy arse.  Brett loudly grunted
with sexual ecstasy and release as he breed my arse and I purred with well
bred contentment as I felt his cum flood into me.  As Brett spunked up in
me I flexed and squeezed my well trained arse muscles on his pulsing cock
to milk his highly productive balls dry.


  When Brett's intense and copious orgasm ended he collapsed on top of me
in a sweaty heap.  Even though his orgasm was over I continued to milk his
hot hard cock with my well trained arse muscles.  My hands groped Brett's
skinny but very firm, silky smooth buttocks.  My untouched, achingly hard
9.5 inch cock was sandwiched between our smooth stomachs.  It would be nice
for me to cum but I had been fucked and bred by such a stunningly sexy 22
year old guy who I had fancied for ages so I was more than happy.  I had
lost my virginity aged thirteen and a half to two 16 year old French boys
but if Brett and I had acted on our instincts I could have been cherry
popped a year earlier.  However I was too innocent to realise my sexual
attraction and Brett was too far in the closet.  Five years later we had
surrendered to our lust and carnal desires.

  Brett kept his deflating 7 inch cock in my blissfully battered boy cunt
until he came down from his intense orgasmic high.  He then pulled out and
rolled onto his back.  The two if us then fell into a contented sleep.
Even though I hadn't cum I was happy that I had made such a sexy lad orgasm
in me.  Brett was so hot and even though I didn't know it at the time he
was my first crush.

  The following morning I was awoken by Brett thrusting his hot hard 7 inch
cock into my arse.  Rolling onto my front I let Brett ravish my tight teen
boy arse which I flexed and squeezed on his rapidly thrusting cock.  It was
so hot to be being fucked by such a sexy, swimmer fit lad five years my
senior.  Brett was 22years old to my 17 years old and he was so smokingly
sexy.  We didn't say a word, but just moaned and groaned with sexual
pleasure as he raped my arse in a blissful brutal way.  After about twenty
minutes Brett spunked up in me.  His nicely veined 7 inch cock swelled and
pulsed as it powerfully basted ten large ropes of cum into my arse he had
bred the night before.  When Brett came down from his intense orgasmic high
I sucked his cock clean of the sex slime of his salty spunk and my earthy
arse juice.  We then shared a shower in the bathroom which was shared
between my bedroom and the guest bedroom.  Even though I was hyper horny I
hadn't cum but I didn't care as I had made such a sexy lad orgasm and that
was contentment enough.

  As our family are nudists I led Brett down to the kitchen naked to cook
us a full English breakfast without thinking as it was natural for me.  My
naked parents were finishing off their breakfast and they batted not an
eyelid at me turning up with a naked older boy behind me.  No doubt they
knew what had happened between us but cared not a jot.  Brett was a bit
shocked and uncomfortable at being seen naked by my parents as he hadn't
expected them to be there.  He subtly clasped is hands in front of his limp
cock and said "sorry.".  However my parents started nattering away with
Brett as if he wasn't naked which put him at rest, although he kept his
cock covered.  My parents knew Brett from me a few years earlier and the
WW1 veteran Stan so he was more than welcome in our house.  My parents then
got dressed and left for work as they ran a building firm so only had
Sunday's off.  As Brett and I noshed down on our breakfast he confessed he
was mainly straight but had a bi-sexual streak and that he'd fancied me for
ages but had been too scared to act on it, especially as I had been too
young at the time.  He was also a babe magnet so had no need to explore his
gay side as he was getting so much pussy.  Then I confined in him that he
had been my first gay crush and that I had been too young and naive to act
on it at the time.  Filled up with food we went back to my bedroom and
Brett fucked me for a third time and pumped my full of cum and gave me a
fuck induced orgasm as we fucked face to face.

  More to follow.

   I hope this one got you off and you're sat there splattered in cum.  If
you did please let me know at johnmcquillium@hotmail.co.uk as although I
enjoy reliving it and writing it up it is nice knowing people read it.
Check out my other true encounters in the Sexual Experience folders on the
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