Relatos Gay 3 (La historia de Ángel y Andrés)

We were finding ourselves in the last class before dismissal, a tedious physics and chemistry class where only a few paid attention. I'm Angel, and at that time I was around 18 years old. I always liked taking care of myself, so I dedicated some hours to the gym, hours that showed on my marked abdomen and strong arms and pectorals. I'm blonde, with fair skin, green eyes, and a fairly freckled complexion.

During class, I noticed Andrés throwing a paper ball at me to get my attention, and he whispered discreetly: Open it. Inside was written: I'll be waiting for you at the first-floor restroom exit.

My classmates knew I was gay because I had had a boyfriend several months earlier, although no one had ever proposed anything sexual to me.

Andrés is a dark-haired boy with seductive blue eyes, around 16 years old, who didn't go to the gym but liked to run and kept a great figure.

I impatiently waited for class to end, wanting to know what this boy was up to, as he really drove me crazy (although I never confessed anything, thinking he was straight).

Finally, we left class, and I, filled with nerves, went down to the first floor and entered the restroom. I waited about five minutes until Andrés finally arrived. Suddenly, he said: I've seen how you look at me during classes. I know you like me; you can't hide it.

The truth is, Andrés, I really like you a lot, and I can't help but distract myself with your spectacular physique I told him.

He replied: Well, I think it's time to show you how much I like you.

I launched at kissing his tender but marvelous lips; we were embracing passionately, wanting to be like that forever. Suddenly he said: Come on, and we locked ourselves in a cabin bathroom, pulled out his cock, about 18 cm long and normal thickness, with a beautiful and rosy glans. Now it's all yours he said. He said, 'Do what you want with her'. I got down on my knees and started giving him a brutal blow job that made him twist in pleasure. 'Ufff, keep going, keep going' he was saying. My tongue was tracing every inch of his 18 cm cock, slowly passing through his foreskin and pushing it all the way to the back of my throat, which didn't make me gag since I was used to doing it with my ex-boyfriend. I kept up a good rhythm until he said 'I'm going to come...'. I accelerated the pace and felt strong jets of cum shooting into my mouth. I swallowed it all, loving that salty and acidic taste. 'Now it's my turn' he said. He pulled out slowly, lowering the zipper on my pants, and my 19 cm cock started to get into action. He started sucking me off in an spectacular way, like no one had ever done before. He was a master at sucking cocks, and since he kept up that accelerated pace I wasn't going to hold back from coming. I warned him and he pulled out of his mouth, teasing me to let go of all my cum on his face. Several jets came out of my cock, staining his face. He went to clean up while I left the cabin. I waited until he finished washing up and gave me another great kiss on the mouth. I left the bathroom and the institute. On my way home I was reflecting on what had happened. 'It's a dream come true', I thought, happy about what had occurred.