Date: Thu, 9 Dec 2021 11:51:26 +0100
From: thomasboon@mail.com
Subject: Adventures of Stefan and Mark

Adventures of Stefan and Mark

Dear reader,

my name is Stefan

I am now in my thirties, blonde, healthy, with a muscular body shaped by
many hours spent every day on a bicycle. Yes, we mostly cycle here in
Amsterdam, where I live with my twin brother Mark in a small, fancy old
house with a big red door, along the Amstel canal and right in front of the
Nationale Opera & Ballet House.

Today I'm home alone, Mark went somewhere to buy something I forgot
about. It is cold and foggy, there is no breeze coming from the sea to
clean the air: I can barely see the trees and the houses on the other side
of the canal.

I am sitting alone in front of the window, sipping my late afternoon hot
chocolate and watching groups of children wander the streets in costumes,
ready to celebrate Halloween night.  And my memories fly back to when Mark
and I were their age...

***---***

We were about 11 years old at that time. Blonde with piercing light-blue
eyes, not very tall but developing just fine and right on the edge of
puberty. We had never met our father, a sailor from Sweden we'd been told,
a one-night stand that left our poor mummy with two little children to grow
up. When we were 10 y.o. or so, our mother couldn't take care of us anymore
and so we were sent to a boarding school in a nearby town, just on the
outskirts of Amsterdam, our BIIIG BIG City!!

We were almost the youngest there, only a couple of kids from the inland
were younger than us. There were a lot of big boys walking around, some of
them up to 16 and already looking like adults to our little kid's eyes:
tall, quite muscular, someone a little hairy, just "big brothers" to us.

I felt something for Jeffrey, the captain of the football team: he was an
imposing 16 y.o. guy, with a mop of curly dark hair on his head, easily
over 185cm tall and 85 Kg of pure teen muscles. I often tried to get near
him, making it look like a fortuitous chance. I knew I blushed every time
he looked at me, and I felt like butterflies were flying in my stomach when
he smiled back and, some time, he ruffled the hair that I'd just carefully
combed (and yes... I was secretly hoping he would do so!).

I remember one day when Jeffrey was taking a shower after the game and I
sneaked into the empty locker room. Every one else had already left, so I
immediately dived into Jeffrey's stuff and found his sweaty underwear.

While I deeply sniffed the musky, manly scent, Jeffrey came out of the
shower, naked, wet, dripping water from his muscular and chiseled body.

"What the fuck are you doing with my stuff, boy?" he said angrily.

"I... I... I've lost something and... I mean, I came in just now looking
for it..."

"Oh yeah?" Jeffrey kept walking over to me, his meaty cock swinging between
his hairy legs. It had to be at least 18cm long and it was not yet
stiff. I'd never seen anything that big on a boy! Joop and I were barely
7cm long on our best day! Stiff!

"You know what, little faggot?" said Jeffrey with a mischievous grin on his
face. "I think you were looking for this!" He took my hand and forcibly put
it on his throbbing cock.

I watched with wide eyes and open mouth as Jeffrey's cock got even stiffer
and grow further to at least 25cm. Jeffrey rubbed my hand over his cock so
that the foreskin pulled back and the pink head was now exposed.

I watched at the huge cock in awe, with my mouth agape and drooling a
little saliva. I knelt between Jeffrey's muscular legs with one only
thought running over and over again in my little lust-fogged mind
"I...MUST...TASTE...IT"

I bent forward a little and just put my lips on the pink cock head. There
was a small, clear drop of something oozing out of its piss slit. I
tentatively pushed my tongue out and tasted it: it's sweet!!! A sweet taste
I still appreciate after so many years.

I then started to lick Jeffrey's head with my tongue, all around: first
gently, then faster and faster, everytime pushing a few more centimeters of
cock into my willing mouth. He told me to suck like on a lollipop and I
eagerly complied, swallowing more and more of the sweet juice in the
process.

"You enjoy that uh, you little faggot! But you are not here to enjoy my
dick, you're here to give me pleasure... and quickly!" Jeffrey grabbed my
head and thrust hard into my mouth, down to the back of my throat.

I felt like throwing up, but Jeffrey kept pushing and pushing, and soon his
big cock went past my throat and slide deep into my gullet.

I soon had 25cm of hard cock deeply buried in my throat, while Jeffrey's
soft balls sloshed against my chin. I was often about to throw up, but I
hold on, I didn't want to disappoint my hero.

"Oohhhh shiiittt! You're soooo fucking goood kiddo!!! I'm cumming, I'm
cumming in your little mouth! DO.NOT.SPIT.OUT!"

Jeffrey pulled back from my throat, leaving just his cock's head into my
mouth, my lips sealed around the huge head. I felt something warm and salty
flooding my mouth as he started to shot volleys after volleys of hot cum. I
kept my throat closed trying to keep all of Jeffrey's cum load into my
little mouth. But there was so much of it that when Jeffrey pulled his cock
all the way out, cum splashed out of my mouth in waves.

"Don't swallow, little cocksucker..." My big-cocked hero lifted me back on
my unsteady legs and bent forward, smiling warmly. He gave me my first
French kiss, swirling his cum around with our intertwining tongues.

"Swallow, now. Swallow all my healthy cum down, faggot!" He let me go and I
finally gulped down my first mouthful of manly cum.

It would be welcome to Read your opinion about my story
thomasboon@mail.com

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