Date: Fri, 27 Aug 1999 03:15:38 EDT From: Josh Nifty Subject: The Ad Cycle All regular disclaimers apply, if you are not of legal age to view such material, or if it is illegal in your state or city, please leave now. Sex. I needed it. I wanted it. At 17, I had enough hormones in me to control my life. I was obsessed with masturbation, pornography, and I needed a release of all this sexual energy. I needed the contact that only another man could give me. How to get it? I had tried personals before. All that resulted in was sex with someone for the sake of sex. I found the guy totally unattractive, but I had to try something. I was so guilty afterwards that on the drive home I kept screaming "FUCK! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?". Whatever I had done, it was over, and there was no erasing it. I told myself that that was going to be the first and last time I sent out a personal ad, the last time I would do anything sexual with someone I barely knew. Yeah, right. A couple of weeks later, I sent out another ad. I received just as many responses as before. 17/135#/6'1"/7"uncut/brown/green/smooth/slim. That illicited many responses. I didn't answer any of them. Sure, I found fifty percent attractive. I would probably fuck eighty percent of them, given the chance. And I had the chance. I just didn't take it. Something stopped me from answering the ads. Well, most of them. I answered a couple, got kind of close to meeting a few of the people, but something stopped me. I don't care if it was fate, some sort of divine hand, all that crap, but I just did not go through with actually meeting anyone. Come to think of it, it's probably cowardice. Day by day, week by week, I received less and less responses. And I responded to less and less. Until that one day. There wasn't anything especially different about the ad. I guess what was unusual was that the guy writing was 17, my age. Nothing too special about him, he didn't seem like a Greek god, an Adonis. Average, just like me. 17, 150 lbs., blue eyes, black hair, 5'10", 6.5 inch uncut cock. We wrote each other a couple of times, found out we had some things in common. Not that it mattered. We both knew that behind whatever we said, was sex. We exchanged phone numbers, talked a couple of times on the phone. We didn't really click, there were some long pauses in our conversations. We liked each other enough, I guess. We set to meet at a nearby mall the next week. Just to scope each other out. We met, liked what we saw, and hopped in my car. He said he his parents wouldn't be home for a while, so we could fool around there. We got to his house and went up to his room. I looked into his eyes and asked him if he wanted to start. Receiving the green light, we both started to take out clothes off. We were a bit timid, both of us being relatively inexperienced in dealing with other naked men. Timidly, we moved closer, embraced each other, and began to kiss. He tasted minty, which I liked. We were both hard, and I could feel his dick rubbing against my stomach. My hands played across his back, eventually finding their way to his ass. I cupped his cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them. He mirrored my actions, and we slowly began to push against each other, rubbing our hard cocks together. He lead me to the bed, and we both sat down on it, continuing to make out. I broke out kiss and suggested we 69. He agreed, and we got into position. I hungrily started to suck on his dick, and he did the same. Occasionally one of us would scrape our teeth, causing a grimace, but it mostly went smooth. I didn't have much to compare him to, but he seemed to be a good cocksucker. I didn't really enjoy blowjobs that much, but he seemed to love it. I know I wasn't that good, but I guess he was just more into it than I was. After a couple more minutes, he pulled off my dick and told me he was going to cum. I tensed up, not knowing what to expect. I felt his ass tighten under my hands, and the next thing I knew, he came. I wasn't really sure how much he came, but there was enough to fill my mouth. He quickly sat me up, and kissed me before I could swallow it. His cum didn't really taste that bad, kind of salty. I guess he was a snowballer. We exchanged saliva and semen until he realized that my prick was still hard as a rock. He asked me if I wanted to fuck him, and I nodded. He got off the bed, went to a drawer, and pulled out a condom and a bottle of some generic lube. I ripped off the packaging, and put on the condom. I asked him how he wanted to do it, since this was his first time. He told me to lie down on my back, and he would sit down on it. I figured it would be a good idea, since that way he would be in control. I lay down, anxiously awaiting a good ride. He poured some lube on the condom, and put some on his hand, preceding to rub it in his ass. He stuck some fingers in there, to loosen up. I got over me, and squatted over my dick. He lowered himself over it, going slowly. At first I couldn't figure out if I was in or not, but I soon felt it. He grimaced in pain, but eventually got over it and continued until I was all the way in. He said he was ok, and started to go up and down. What an incredible feeling! It felt so much better than masturbation. I put my hands up on his hips, and helped him go up and down, up and down on my cock. We were both starting to let moans of pleasure escape past our lips. Up and down, up and down, up and down. I started to lower and raise my hips, too. We pushed a little harder, up and down, up and down, up and down. Harder and harder, harder and harder. We were both dripping sweat by then, it smelled great, like a man. He leaned down, still straddling me, and kissed me. It was awesome. Our tongues were in and out of each other's mouths, and our bodies were slamming together. I could feel it coming. I screamed out that I was about to explode, and I did. Waves of pleasure soared throughout my body, and my cock erupted cum. We kept bumping and grinding, and the pleasure was so intense that I let loose a primal scream. We stopped and collapsed on each other. We both got dressed, and I got ready to leave. He hugged me and told me thanks. He said he would call, but I knew it was a lie. I wouldn't call either. I got in my car and drove off. "FUCK! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?" And so the cycle continues. Email me at nifty999@hotmail.com