This is the story of Fran, a rather vain young man who is starting his sexual life and in the process will meet many experiences, filled with friends, sports, travel, and of course, many sexual stories. It's fiction, although it may be based on some other real event...
Chapter 1: IntroductionCome on, Fran, tell the truth- Miguel was asking me for the umpteenth time. And for the umpteenth time, my response was the same one.
- I swear to you that no, Miguel. Although I would like it, the truth is that I haven't yet.
- Daaale gil… How can it be that with such a great face you still haven't gotten it?- Miguel responded to me, half-joking but also serious.
The truth is that I was right about that. I never characterized myself by my humility, but even those who hate me (more than one) recognize: I'm a very macho dude. It's true that I'm not tall (just barely pass the 1,70m mark), but I have a fairly worked and marked body. My face has good features, delicate yet masculine. My hair is wavy and reaches my shoulder, and about two months ago I started growing a beard. But the best of all are my eyes. I have that kind of eyes that are hard to define. Some say they're blue, others green. The thing is that they're very expressive, and in the middle of a party night they shine like lanterns. They're my greatest asset when seducing women, and I always took advantage of them.
The problem is that you always leave with me - Samir took away all my thoughts - The girls see my face and no longer pay attention to those around me.
Miguel and I laugh. Samir has many virtues, but his delicate features are not one of them. On the contrary, he has the roughest face I've ever seen. Although he's not a bad-looking guy: he's very strong and big (he's 1.90m tall and almost 120 kg heavy) and commands presence wherever he goes. And although I call him the Fat One, in reality all that size is pure muscle, since we all (him, Miguel, Juanse, me) played rugby for many years.
It's true, Fat, you always end up eating - I said, looking at him with respect - What's your secret? This is like rugby for the Fat, life is like rugby for him: heYou've got to grab the ball and give it a push forwardTaking you everything that comes across your mind. It's very simple.
(waiting for the text...)
The Monday after, I got to school and looked at everything with other eyes. Miguel and Gordo's words had been resonating in my mind the whole time. It was already time to level up: eating a couple of bitches on Saturday was fine, but I had to go further. The question is who with.
I had never realized how powerful my classmates were. As soon as I arrived at the classroom something rushed towards me. It was Luz, who always gave me one of her big hugs. When she lifted her head from my chest and looked at me with joy, I noticed again how beautiful her smile was, wide, fresh, and contagious. Luz was my best friend and nothing had ever happened (in that sense) between us, but the truth is her smile delighted me. In reality, she was the most beautiful girl I knew: her face was absolutely perfect, those deep black eyes, that little nose, those dimples that formed when she smiled, that damn and perfect smile...
Light was perfect... or almost. Because it didn't have curves practically. It was too thin, too stylized. Although if you looked for curves, there was Carmi. She was a little the opposite of Light. The only thing they had in common was that both had perfectly bronzed skin and wavy chestnut hair. But if Light was delicacy personified, Carmi was the exact opposite: a much less refined woman, wilder, who always joined our conversations with the guys and shared our tastes. Yet she was very beautiful: had tremendous green eyes that stood out on her face of hard features. And that imposing presence was completed by a perfect little butt, very muscular, and championship tits.
The only reason Carmi's tits were the best in the course was because of her best friend, Vale. That girl had, simply and clearly, two pieces of udders. I never saw such big and white breasts like hers before. I think there are no men's hands that can grasp those globes completely. And although she is not particularly attractive from the front, she has got large blue eyes that stand out on her pale skin and complete a very interesting combination.
If we talk about the best breasts, we also have to make mention of the best Booty. That title undoubtedly belongs to Ro, who is possibly the most beautiful of all, considering everything. Ro has very lovely features, almost as much as Luz's, although very different: she is blonde, with fair skin though sun-kissed, small mouth and nose, and lovely green eyes. She is short and her lanky and long hair falls to... the Booty. A monument of Booty. She plays hockey (at the same club where my friends and I play rugby) and that shows: she had a perfect ass, big, voluminous, perfectly rounded, but at the same time firm and worked. When she walked, her two cheeks moved like two perfectly synchronized balls.
My temperature was starting to rise. Looking at my fellow students in this way made me feel bad. Even Guada, the petite, blonde girl with an angelic face although a bit bland and lacking curves, made me incredibly hot. When I started looking at Agus with affection, that girl who was as tall as me and weighed 15 kilos more than me, I realized I had to do something.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face. It didn't work. My head was still spinning: Light, ass, breasts, smile, eyes, Light, ass, breasts, Agus lagord... I had to stop. So I decided to do something I had never done before: jerk off in school. I locked myself in the first stall and started. The faces, booties, and breasts of my friends were racing through my head at high speed. When I got to Luz's smile, I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the sensation. I had never had a so pleasurable masturbation. I was about to reach climax thinking about Ro's ass...
FRANCISCOOOO!!! What's he doing?!!!
Damn it, I hadn't realized the door had opened while my eyes were still closed. And right there, looking at my pants at waist level and my hand wrapping around my totally erect cock, was my teacher prepared with her arms in a jar.
WILL CONTINUE
Chapter 1: IntroductionCome on, Fran, tell the truth- Miguel was asking me for the umpteenth time. And for the umpteenth time, my response was the same one.
- I swear to you that no, Miguel. Although I would like it, the truth is that I haven't yet.
- Daaale gil… How can it be that with such a great face you still haven't gotten it?- Miguel responded to me, half-joking but also serious.
The truth is that I was right about that. I never characterized myself by my humility, but even those who hate me (more than one) recognize: I'm a very macho dude. It's true that I'm not tall (just barely pass the 1,70m mark), but I have a fairly worked and marked body. My face has good features, delicate yet masculine. My hair is wavy and reaches my shoulder, and about two months ago I started growing a beard. But the best of all are my eyes. I have that kind of eyes that are hard to define. Some say they're blue, others green. The thing is that they're very expressive, and in the middle of a party night they shine like lanterns. They're my greatest asset when seducing women, and I always took advantage of them.
The problem is that you always leave with me - Samir took away all my thoughts - The girls see my face and no longer pay attention to those around me.
Miguel and I laugh. Samir has many virtues, but his delicate features are not one of them. On the contrary, he has the roughest face I've ever seen. Although he's not a bad-looking guy: he's very strong and big (he's 1.90m tall and almost 120 kg heavy) and commands presence wherever he goes. And although I call him the Fat One, in reality all that size is pure muscle, since we all (him, Miguel, Juanse, me) played rugby for many years.
It's true, Fat, you always end up eating - I said, looking at him with respect - What's your secret? This is like rugby for the Fat, life is like rugby for him: heYou've got to grab the ball and give it a push forwardTaking you everything that comes across your mind. It's very simple.
(waiting for the text...)
The Monday after, I got to school and looked at everything with other eyes. Miguel and Gordo's words had been resonating in my mind the whole time. It was already time to level up: eating a couple of bitches on Saturday was fine, but I had to go further. The question is who with.
I had never realized how powerful my classmates were. As soon as I arrived at the classroom something rushed towards me. It was Luz, who always gave me one of her big hugs. When she lifted her head from my chest and looked at me with joy, I noticed again how beautiful her smile was, wide, fresh, and contagious. Luz was my best friend and nothing had ever happened (in that sense) between us, but the truth is her smile delighted me. In reality, she was the most beautiful girl I knew: her face was absolutely perfect, those deep black eyes, that little nose, those dimples that formed when she smiled, that damn and perfect smile...
Light was perfect... or almost. Because it didn't have curves practically. It was too thin, too stylized. Although if you looked for curves, there was Carmi. She was a little the opposite of Light. The only thing they had in common was that both had perfectly bronzed skin and wavy chestnut hair. But if Light was delicacy personified, Carmi was the exact opposite: a much less refined woman, wilder, who always joined our conversations with the guys and shared our tastes. Yet she was very beautiful: had tremendous green eyes that stood out on her face of hard features. And that imposing presence was completed by a perfect little butt, very muscular, and championship tits.
The only reason Carmi's tits were the best in the course was because of her best friend, Vale. That girl had, simply and clearly, two pieces of udders. I never saw such big and white breasts like hers before. I think there are no men's hands that can grasp those globes completely. And although she is not particularly attractive from the front, she has got large blue eyes that stand out on her pale skin and complete a very interesting combination.
If we talk about the best breasts, we also have to make mention of the best Booty. That title undoubtedly belongs to Ro, who is possibly the most beautiful of all, considering everything. Ro has very lovely features, almost as much as Luz's, although very different: she is blonde, with fair skin though sun-kissed, small mouth and nose, and lovely green eyes. She is short and her lanky and long hair falls to... the Booty. A monument of Booty. She plays hockey (at the same club where my friends and I play rugby) and that shows: she had a perfect ass, big, voluminous, perfectly rounded, but at the same time firm and worked. When she walked, her two cheeks moved like two perfectly synchronized balls.
My temperature was starting to rise. Looking at my fellow students in this way made me feel bad. Even Guada, the petite, blonde girl with an angelic face although a bit bland and lacking curves, made me incredibly hot. When I started looking at Agus with affection, that girl who was as tall as me and weighed 15 kilos more than me, I realized I had to do something.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face. It didn't work. My head was still spinning: Light, ass, breasts, smile, eyes, Light, ass, breasts, Agus lagord... I had to stop. So I decided to do something I had never done before: jerk off in school. I locked myself in the first stall and started. The faces, booties, and breasts of my friends were racing through my head at high speed. When I got to Luz's smile, I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the sensation. I had never had a so pleasurable masturbation. I was about to reach climax thinking about Ro's ass...
FRANCISCOOOO!!! What's he doing?!!!
Damn it, I hadn't realized the door had opened while my eyes were still closed. And right there, looking at my pants at waist level and my hand wrapping around my totally erect cock, was my teacher prepared with her arms in a jar.
WILL CONTINUE
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