Hello, I'm a regular reader of Poringa's stories! For the first time, I want to tell something about myself (if the story isn't entirely right, it's because I don't usually write). This is to get rid of some things and tell (because no one else knows except those involved) how my sexual beginnings were.
I had the same group of friends all my life, where we were three. We went to school and high school together, played soccer together, swam together. We also discovered masturbation together jaja yeah two of these friends discovered it and then told me about it. I didn't know anything, but they told me I had to touch myself and that my cock would get hard, and it was true. We would get together to watch porn (obviously) at a time when online porn was barely existing. We always got together at Martín's house because he had the biggest house and a room for himself, lived with his divorced mother, a 22-year-old daughter, and an 18-year-old brother (we were a few years younger). I remember the impression that watching porn left on me: I knew nothing about sex, and I saw how a giant cock was entering a girl and making her moan and orgasm. It blew my head off. And I saw that who seemed to enjoy sex the most was the woman.
At first, each of us had our own time in front of the computer to do our things alone, with a toilet paper nearby, but not long after, group masturbation started. I felt embarrassed showing my penis (it's not very big) and Martín and another friend (let's call him Lautaro) had two huge cocks: Martín's was very long and brunette, with a purple head (it must have been 20 cm easy) and Lautaro's was less long but very fat. I couldn't believe it: not only was my cock the smallest (if they looked at me, they would definitely laugh, that's why I didn't show it) but my two friends had cocks from a porn movie. When I saw those girls enjoying with the big cocks, I thought to myself it must feel nice to have one of those cocks inside?.
Each time they painted the Group masturbation I would sit behind them so they wouldn't see my cock and I could watch theirs. I barely looked at the porn movie, watching how they moved their hand up and down over their members, as if they were always getting harder, slowly releasing liquid a little at a time. I listened to them sigh and squirm. I got really hot. I was always the first to go to the bathroom to cum (more than anything so they wouldn't see my cock, but also so they wouldn't see me looking at theirs). I couldn't help but start fantasizing, especially with Martín, who spent more time with me and had a longer one. I wondered what it would be like to have his cock or if I could get into his Booty. And that's how I started seeing my own Booty: always thin and very white, and I saw that I had a round Booty that seemed nice to me, but I couldn't know if it was nice for others. And I wanted to find out.
When I was alone at home, I would enter chat rooms and sometimes add people on MSN, mostly adults (very bad, haha) and through web cam I would undress and show them my Booty, put myself in 4, give myself a blow job, until I would even insert a finger. I saw them jerking off for me and that feeling totally turned me on, made my blood boil. It didn't matter to me if they were handsome or ugly because I didn't think men were handsome and I couldn't imagine kissing one, I only knew that it got me hot and I was discovering that I liked getting men hot. I followed the flow in the chat when they invited me to cum but never thought about making it real, especially not with a stranger at that age.
At the same time, as I was feeling this heat, playing games and messing around with my friends, every now and then we would lean against each other or touch our Booty or hit each other's balls (dude stuff). In this process of getting hot, I started to stop pulling away from my friends when they touched me or leaned on me, especially not with Martín. Roofed pitch with a plate, there was no one else left. At night we would go to his house, I would stay and sleep. We were without jerseys and short pants playing and started playing a round of penalties, with the prize that whoever won would get it first in front of the team. In the end, I ended up winning, obviously I celebrated in his face. He took off his pants showing the cock, flaccid, black, with a lot of hair, and said 'this one goes first'. I was staring at it fixedly, with my mouth open, unable to avoid it. It caught me off guard, I think I even turned a little red.
- Martin, laughing: eepa, did you like it, no?
- Me: jaja what do you know, keep it.
But he didn't stop looking at it, I was hypnotized, until he finally put it away. I told him to go take a shower (it was really hot) and head back home, which had air conditioning. He headed towards the showers, I went to grab my ball, jerseys, and headed towards the locker room. There Martin was already taking off his briefs, leaving that piece of meat exposed again. This time I tried not to look at it (I didn't want them to call me a faggot) and turned away from him. Standing up, I put one foot on the bench to untie my boots and he started touching my booty.
- Martin: eepa, what a tiny ass eh
- Me: come on, man, jaja
I kept untying my laces, not pulling it out. Seconds were passing and he was still with his hand on my butt, moving from one cheek to the other. When I took off one boot, I pulled his hand away, but when I put my foot back on the bench to take off the other, he touched me again. I didn't know what to do: I was getting really hot but knew he wasn't gay at all (I didn't consider myself gay either), always talking about girls, which one he liked more, etc. I felt like I had to pull his hand away because it would think I was a faggot, but at the same time I loved that he touched me. I had a mix of excitement and fear, enjoying it and being really hot but with many nerves. Until I finally... Cords and I pulled it out, pushing it back a bit. I decided to sit on the bench so he wouldn't touch my Booty again, but he didn't move away much, so his cock was very close to my face. We always did sports together and many times we showered together without anything happening. I don't know if he was bored or because we were alone or what, but he stayed standing naked in front of me. He started talking about the play games we would play later, and I said yes to everything. I took off my socks and tights, barely looking at him because his cock was just centimeters away, it would be very obvious if I stared again. Until finally, thanks to God, he went to the side of the showers. I took off what was left of my clothes and walked half sideways towards the showers because I didn't want him to see that I had it ready. We showered there with cold water, which came out warm anyway. He was the first to close his shower, and when he was leaving, he gave me a strong pinch on the Booty. - Me: son of a slut! It hurt so much - Martín: haha laugh at it - Me: it stings! - Martín: better, so you'll be marked - He laughed while drying off, looking at how I ran my hand over my cheek to calm that burning sensation. I stayed under the water for a bit longer, he got dressed and left, then I came out too. That afternoon nothing else happened. Later that night, already at his house, his mother went out to buy some food. We said it was time for porn haha. Since I had won in penalties, I started first. I went to a page, put the first videos I found to make noise because my head was somewhere else. I started touching but did it imagining Martín, my friend making himself masturbate, his whole athletic body naked, with barely any hair on his chest and legs, manhandling that beautiful big cock, brunette and venous. I decided to let my mind run wild and put an inspirational video of a girl giving a blow job, and I imagined sucking his cock Martin, but the cock in the video wasn't as pretty as my friend's. I closed my eyes and imagined my friend screwing me in that same room, pushing it all the way in, and I finished. A little later I went where he was, which was in a hallway on the top floor near the entrance door (to keep an eye out for anyone who might come in at an inconvenient time). He went into the room, and I stayed outside. Then my excitement came back. I waited a few minutes and said it's over, I'm going to spy on him a bit. The door was slightly open, he was at 45 degrees, I could see his back and the chair back, and his right hand moving up and down that huge cock. Although I couldn't see the whole thing, that cock stood out, long and beautiful. I started touching myself through my pants but lost control and went back to the hallway. Two minutes later I heard the sound of keys and went into the room. He put his cock away in his short, which was bursting. Mom warned us with a shout that she was coming back, Martin shouted it's good. They talked for a bit about what they were going to eat, not important things. We ate, played, and goofed around. When mom went to bed (the brothers weren't there or coming back that night) we started watching porn again. This time he asked me to come, I said okay, since he hadn't finished yet. I was going to go back to the hallway to make sure mom didn't come up, turned off the light and left. But this time it took a while and Martin wasn't coming out. It had been a long time and I got bored, thought he must have finished and went in. - Me: and? Are you still at it? - Martin: yes, I don't know what's going on, my previous masturbation was interrupted and now I can't, my arm is already tired. I moved closer to him and saw that he hadn't covered himself up. The monitor light barely lit him up. His short and underwear were around his ankles, I could see his almost hairy body, and his big and veiny cock, resting on his stomach above his belly button. - Me: uh what are you going to do? - Martin: I don't know. I sat down on the bed, already hot again. I was taking advantage of the darkness to look at his cock. He had remained silent, not moving or saying anything, and so had I. I don't know how much time passed like that, admiring that impressive member, as it moved in rhythm with his breathing against his abs. When I realized that a long time had passed without either of us saying anything, I lifted my gaze slightly, and saw that he had been looking at me through a mirror the whole time. I wanted to die. He had been watching me while I was staring at his cock without shame. The world came crashing down on me. I turned around halfway and sat back down with my back to him. My heart was racing at a thousand, I felt like my blood pressure had dropped. My head was racing, thinking: if I run away, I'll be bad, if I say something, I'll be bad, he's going to tell everyone I'm a faggot.... I felt like I was about to hyperventilate, and then Martin touched my shoulder.
-Martin: You're crazy, don't you do me any favors?
-Me: What?
I barely looked at him for half a second, still sitting with my back to him. He was still naked, now standing right next to me.
-Martin: But don't tell anyone.
My heart gave another flip. I thought he was going to accuse me of something, what was he going to say? I wanted him to say something that had nothing to do with what just happened, change the subject to something else.
-Martin: No, nothing.
-Me: Okay, then tell me.
-Martin: Don't you want to help me?
-Me: Help you how?
-Martin: Eeh... nothing, forget it.
He went back to sitting in his chair. I stayed intrigued and also wanted him to change the subject. I put myself facing him again, wanting to pretend that nothing had happened.
-Me: Okay, then tell me.
-Martin: Don't you help me a little... with my masturbation?
-Me: What? How are you going to help me?
-Martin: If you make me masturbate for a bit, just a little while, I won't tell anyone, and you won't either. You promise?
I couldn't believe it. He was the one who was nervous, he wanted me to touch him. I said... A joke, if I was loading, but he said no, that he was very hot, that his arm was tired and wanted to feel something else.
- Me: Do you really want me to touch you? You swear?
- Martin: Yes, I swear.
I couldn't take it anymore, few times in my life have I been so hot and nervous, I trembled. I approached him, sat down next to him, and slowly stretched out my arm and grabbed his cock with my fingers. As soon as I made contact, he let out a sigh. When I saw that he closed his eyes, I took advantage of the moment: I was biting my lip while moving my hand slowly, still trembling, over that sublime cock. I could hardly close my fingers, I felt every vein, it was so soft and hard at the same time.
- Martin: This is good...
I didn't say anything. I started moving up and down, but it was uncomfortable, the chair's armrests didn't allow me much movement. I didn't know if I was hurting him. Then he moved and pushed the chair forward to the computer. I released his cock and brought it to my nose: it was a strong smell I had never smelled before. He put some videos of a blonde sucking a skinny guy on the computer and fell back. He grabbed my wrist without saying anything and took my hand to his cock. I didn't say anything, just went back to masturbating him. It must have been two minutes, I was like drunk at that moment, I didn't understand anything and my head was spinning.
- Martin: This is a bit uncomfortable, and if you come over here to the floor?
I saw where he pointed, it was the hollow of the computer desk where people put their legs. I just said okay and went there. I pulled his whole short off and leaned him against the floor so I wouldn't hurt my knees, and started jerking him off again. Now the view was unique: I could see his cock in close-up, from those huge hairy balls to that immense piece of meat. It was a dream come true. My heart was racing at a thousand and my blood was boiling, I felt like I could explode. At one point I said it's over, I'm going to enjoy it all I can, with condom and put both hands on that cock. well down, at the beginning of the trunk, the other one above. They would need at least two more to cover all that cock.
- Martin: it's really long, huh?
- I: yes, what a son of a slut (it slipped out haha)
He also laughed, which relieved the tension. I looked at him for the first time and he looked back at me, with that twisted smile you have when you're enjoying looking at someone from above, like superiority. I felt like he was liking what he was doing and that made me happy.
- Martin: come on my balls too
I didn't say anything, those were orders for me. I was delirious. I caressed his balls without hesitation, also slowly, holding them in my hand as if weighing them, while with my right hand I continued to masturbate him. I looked at him again and he was still watching the video. I turned around to see and it was a furious blow job from the blonde to the skinny guy. The blonde was kneeling down, just like me at that moment.
- Martin: do you dare spit on him? That way they slide off your hands.
- I (totally innocent really): I don't know how to do it
He moved forward a bit and spat his own saliva into his cock. At first, I didn't like feeling his slobber, but then I noticed it made it easier and faster for my hands.
- Martin: now you try
I sat up a bit, leaned on his hairy thighs with my elbows, and approached his cock to my mouth slowly, while continuing to masturbate him. Since I didn't know how to spit, there was a thread of saliva hanging between his purple head and my lips. I moved away and moved his cock around a bit so the thread would cut off, but it kept going, so I went back up to his cock again, this time just a few centimeters from my mouth.
My plan was to move his cock a bit and have the thread cut off, but suddenly I felt his trembling hand caressing my hair. I was surprised and looked at him fixedly, thinking I had done something wrong and turned around to guide myself with the porn video again, but it seemed that the video had ended. Martin was like this, trembling and excited, because of me. He was looking at me with his eyes barely open, Looking at myself, I'm no longer into porn. He did barely anything with force, guiding my head towards his cock from the back of my neck. Inside, I thought it's already over, it's my dream and I gave in. I didn't care about anything else, I didn't think about the future or what others would say. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his cock head into mine. I moved my tongue trying to caress that dark-headed thing I so desired. I went up and down on his cock without taking it out of my mouth completely, I didn't want it outside for a second, I couldn't waste the opportunity that had presented itself. His head was very wet from the clear liquid coming out, which wasn't unpleasant to me, it was even tastier than I had imagined. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Totally crazy, no longer pretending to like it, I started caressing his legs a bit while moving my mouth and tongue on that head (I made an effort but only got as far as that). I took advantage of touching his balls again, they had saliva on them and were soft, I couldn't hold both with one hand. His member and balls were too big for me. Everything was happening with my eyes closed, enjoying every second. I brought my hand back to his cock and moved away a bit to breathe, this time I accelerated the pace of the masturbation; when I could breathe again, I went back at the beautiful head in front of me.
He started caressing my hair again, but this time it was harder, now it was more like holding onto my hair. I didn't know what he wanted me to do, so I took him out of my mouth and started licking him. I started jerking him off faster, taking advantage of the saliva, and when I was about to put him in my mouth, Martín started cumming. And it wasn't a normal cum, it was special, and there was a lot of it. Some of it went into my mouth like a missile, the rest on my face, hair, even a little bit flew over my head and hit the floor. Martín was giming loudly and finishing up all over my face which left it completely white.
He sighed, totally satisfied finishing. It was all very brief, not more than two minutes of the blow job and a maximum of 5 minutes of the masturbation, but it was an incredible experience.
We then returned to reality because his moan was so strong that his mother yelled from downstairs if we were okay. We had a second of panic in which we looked at each other and remained silent, I with my face full of cum and he exhausted with his cock out.
But soon he answered yes, ma and we burst into laughter.
- Me: what do I do now with my face like this?
- Martin: haha your face is even prettier like that
- Me: go take a crap, give me something to clean myself up
- Martin: wait, I'm not moving yet, I don't feel my legs
We laughed again. I had one eye closed because the cum that had hit me in the forehead was dripping down. I still had his cock in my hand, which was getting flaccid.
- Me: finally you let go eh it was a steel jaja
- Martin (noticing he had gotten a bit embarrassed): yes, well... does it stay here, right?
I put his flaccid cock in my mouth. Now it really fit. His pubic hair was hitting my nose. I passed my tongue over it as best I could and held on for a few seconds.
- Me: now it's okay
We laughed again. Now he stopped and handed me the toilet paper and pointed to the trash can. It really cost him to walk, I was laughing. I went to the bathroom to clean up my face and had a masturbation in which I finished in 30 seconds. I returned to the room, the smell of cock and semen was terrible. We opened the window, talked about nonsense as if nothing had happened, and fell asleep.
That was my first sexual experience. And it wouldn't be the only one that night, because in the middle of the night I woke up again, hot but now with a bunch of worries... but that's for a (possible) second part.
I had the same group of friends all my life, where we were three. We went to school and high school together, played soccer together, swam together. We also discovered masturbation together jaja yeah two of these friends discovered it and then told me about it. I didn't know anything, but they told me I had to touch myself and that my cock would get hard, and it was true. We would get together to watch porn (obviously) at a time when online porn was barely existing. We always got together at Martín's house because he had the biggest house and a room for himself, lived with his divorced mother, a 22-year-old daughter, and an 18-year-old brother (we were a few years younger). I remember the impression that watching porn left on me: I knew nothing about sex, and I saw how a giant cock was entering a girl and making her moan and orgasm. It blew my head off. And I saw that who seemed to enjoy sex the most was the woman.
At first, each of us had our own time in front of the computer to do our things alone, with a toilet paper nearby, but not long after, group masturbation started. I felt embarrassed showing my penis (it's not very big) and Martín and another friend (let's call him Lautaro) had two huge cocks: Martín's was very long and brunette, with a purple head (it must have been 20 cm easy) and Lautaro's was less long but very fat. I couldn't believe it: not only was my cock the smallest (if they looked at me, they would definitely laugh, that's why I didn't show it) but my two friends had cocks from a porn movie. When I saw those girls enjoying with the big cocks, I thought to myself it must feel nice to have one of those cocks inside?.
Each time they painted the Group masturbation I would sit behind them so they wouldn't see my cock and I could watch theirs. I barely looked at the porn movie, watching how they moved their hand up and down over their members, as if they were always getting harder, slowly releasing liquid a little at a time. I listened to them sigh and squirm. I got really hot. I was always the first to go to the bathroom to cum (more than anything so they wouldn't see my cock, but also so they wouldn't see me looking at theirs). I couldn't help but start fantasizing, especially with Martín, who spent more time with me and had a longer one. I wondered what it would be like to have his cock or if I could get into his Booty. And that's how I started seeing my own Booty: always thin and very white, and I saw that I had a round Booty that seemed nice to me, but I couldn't know if it was nice for others. And I wanted to find out.
When I was alone at home, I would enter chat rooms and sometimes add people on MSN, mostly adults (very bad, haha) and through web cam I would undress and show them my Booty, put myself in 4, give myself a blow job, until I would even insert a finger. I saw them jerking off for me and that feeling totally turned me on, made my blood boil. It didn't matter to me if they were handsome or ugly because I didn't think men were handsome and I couldn't imagine kissing one, I only knew that it got me hot and I was discovering that I liked getting men hot. I followed the flow in the chat when they invited me to cum but never thought about making it real, especially not with a stranger at that age.
At the same time, as I was feeling this heat, playing games and messing around with my friends, every now and then we would lean against each other or touch our Booty or hit each other's balls (dude stuff). In this process of getting hot, I started to stop pulling away from my friends when they touched me or leaned on me, especially not with Martín. Roofed pitch with a plate, there was no one else left. At night we would go to his house, I would stay and sleep. We were without jerseys and short pants playing and started playing a round of penalties, with the prize that whoever won would get it first in front of the team. In the end, I ended up winning, obviously I celebrated in his face. He took off his pants showing the cock, flaccid, black, with a lot of hair, and said 'this one goes first'. I was staring at it fixedly, with my mouth open, unable to avoid it. It caught me off guard, I think I even turned a little red.
- Martin, laughing: eepa, did you like it, no?
- Me: jaja what do you know, keep it.
But he didn't stop looking at it, I was hypnotized, until he finally put it away. I told him to go take a shower (it was really hot) and head back home, which had air conditioning. He headed towards the showers, I went to grab my ball, jerseys, and headed towards the locker room. There Martin was already taking off his briefs, leaving that piece of meat exposed again. This time I tried not to look at it (I didn't want them to call me a faggot) and turned away from him. Standing up, I put one foot on the bench to untie my boots and he started touching my booty.
- Martin: eepa, what a tiny ass eh
- Me: come on, man, jaja
I kept untying my laces, not pulling it out. Seconds were passing and he was still with his hand on my butt, moving from one cheek to the other. When I took off one boot, I pulled his hand away, but when I put my foot back on the bench to take off the other, he touched me again. I didn't know what to do: I was getting really hot but knew he wasn't gay at all (I didn't consider myself gay either), always talking about girls, which one he liked more, etc. I felt like I had to pull his hand away because it would think I was a faggot, but at the same time I loved that he touched me. I had a mix of excitement and fear, enjoying it and being really hot but with many nerves. Until I finally... Cords and I pulled it out, pushing it back a bit. I decided to sit on the bench so he wouldn't touch my Booty again, but he didn't move away much, so his cock was very close to my face. We always did sports together and many times we showered together without anything happening. I don't know if he was bored or because we were alone or what, but he stayed standing naked in front of me. He started talking about the play games we would play later, and I said yes to everything. I took off my socks and tights, barely looking at him because his cock was just centimeters away, it would be very obvious if I stared again. Until finally, thanks to God, he went to the side of the showers. I took off what was left of my clothes and walked half sideways towards the showers because I didn't want him to see that I had it ready. We showered there with cold water, which came out warm anyway. He was the first to close his shower, and when he was leaving, he gave me a strong pinch on the Booty. - Me: son of a slut! It hurt so much - Martín: haha laugh at it - Me: it stings! - Martín: better, so you'll be marked - He laughed while drying off, looking at how I ran my hand over my cheek to calm that burning sensation. I stayed under the water for a bit longer, he got dressed and left, then I came out too. That afternoon nothing else happened. Later that night, already at his house, his mother went out to buy some food. We said it was time for porn haha. Since I had won in penalties, I started first. I went to a page, put the first videos I found to make noise because my head was somewhere else. I started touching but did it imagining Martín, my friend making himself masturbate, his whole athletic body naked, with barely any hair on his chest and legs, manhandling that beautiful big cock, brunette and venous. I decided to let my mind run wild and put an inspirational video of a girl giving a blow job, and I imagined sucking his cock Martin, but the cock in the video wasn't as pretty as my friend's. I closed my eyes and imagined my friend screwing me in that same room, pushing it all the way in, and I finished. A little later I went where he was, which was in a hallway on the top floor near the entrance door (to keep an eye out for anyone who might come in at an inconvenient time). He went into the room, and I stayed outside. Then my excitement came back. I waited a few minutes and said it's over, I'm going to spy on him a bit. The door was slightly open, he was at 45 degrees, I could see his back and the chair back, and his right hand moving up and down that huge cock. Although I couldn't see the whole thing, that cock stood out, long and beautiful. I started touching myself through my pants but lost control and went back to the hallway. Two minutes later I heard the sound of keys and went into the room. He put his cock away in his short, which was bursting. Mom warned us with a shout that she was coming back, Martin shouted it's good. They talked for a bit about what they were going to eat, not important things. We ate, played, and goofed around. When mom went to bed (the brothers weren't there or coming back that night) we started watching porn again. This time he asked me to come, I said okay, since he hadn't finished yet. I was going to go back to the hallway to make sure mom didn't come up, turned off the light and left. But this time it took a while and Martin wasn't coming out. It had been a long time and I got bored, thought he must have finished and went in. - Me: and? Are you still at it? - Martin: yes, I don't know what's going on, my previous masturbation was interrupted and now I can't, my arm is already tired. I moved closer to him and saw that he hadn't covered himself up. The monitor light barely lit him up. His short and underwear were around his ankles, I could see his almost hairy body, and his big and veiny cock, resting on his stomach above his belly button. - Me: uh what are you going to do? - Martin: I don't know. I sat down on the bed, already hot again. I was taking advantage of the darkness to look at his cock. He had remained silent, not moving or saying anything, and so had I. I don't know how much time passed like that, admiring that impressive member, as it moved in rhythm with his breathing against his abs. When I realized that a long time had passed without either of us saying anything, I lifted my gaze slightly, and saw that he had been looking at me through a mirror the whole time. I wanted to die. He had been watching me while I was staring at his cock without shame. The world came crashing down on me. I turned around halfway and sat back down with my back to him. My heart was racing at a thousand, I felt like my blood pressure had dropped. My head was racing, thinking: if I run away, I'll be bad, if I say something, I'll be bad, he's going to tell everyone I'm a faggot.... I felt like I was about to hyperventilate, and then Martin touched my shoulder.
-Martin: You're crazy, don't you do me any favors?
-Me: What?
I barely looked at him for half a second, still sitting with my back to him. He was still naked, now standing right next to me.
-Martin: But don't tell anyone.
My heart gave another flip. I thought he was going to accuse me of something, what was he going to say? I wanted him to say something that had nothing to do with what just happened, change the subject to something else.
-Martin: No, nothing.
-Me: Okay, then tell me.
-Martin: Don't you want to help me?
-Me: Help you how?
-Martin: Eeh... nothing, forget it.
He went back to sitting in his chair. I stayed intrigued and also wanted him to change the subject. I put myself facing him again, wanting to pretend that nothing had happened.
-Me: Okay, then tell me.
-Martin: Don't you help me a little... with my masturbation?
-Me: What? How are you going to help me?
-Martin: If you make me masturbate for a bit, just a little while, I won't tell anyone, and you won't either. You promise?
I couldn't believe it. He was the one who was nervous, he wanted me to touch him. I said... A joke, if I was loading, but he said no, that he was very hot, that his arm was tired and wanted to feel something else.
- Me: Do you really want me to touch you? You swear?
- Martin: Yes, I swear.
I couldn't take it anymore, few times in my life have I been so hot and nervous, I trembled. I approached him, sat down next to him, and slowly stretched out my arm and grabbed his cock with my fingers. As soon as I made contact, he let out a sigh. When I saw that he closed his eyes, I took advantage of the moment: I was biting my lip while moving my hand slowly, still trembling, over that sublime cock. I could hardly close my fingers, I felt every vein, it was so soft and hard at the same time.
- Martin: This is good...
I didn't say anything. I started moving up and down, but it was uncomfortable, the chair's armrests didn't allow me much movement. I didn't know if I was hurting him. Then he moved and pushed the chair forward to the computer. I released his cock and brought it to my nose: it was a strong smell I had never smelled before. He put some videos of a blonde sucking a skinny guy on the computer and fell back. He grabbed my wrist without saying anything and took my hand to his cock. I didn't say anything, just went back to masturbating him. It must have been two minutes, I was like drunk at that moment, I didn't understand anything and my head was spinning.
- Martin: This is a bit uncomfortable, and if you come over here to the floor?
I saw where he pointed, it was the hollow of the computer desk where people put their legs. I just said okay and went there. I pulled his whole short off and leaned him against the floor so I wouldn't hurt my knees, and started jerking him off again. Now the view was unique: I could see his cock in close-up, from those huge hairy balls to that immense piece of meat. It was a dream come true. My heart was racing at a thousand and my blood was boiling, I felt like I could explode. At one point I said it's over, I'm going to enjoy it all I can, with condom and put both hands on that cock. well down, at the beginning of the trunk, the other one above. They would need at least two more to cover all that cock.
- Martin: it's really long, huh?
- I: yes, what a son of a slut (it slipped out haha)
He also laughed, which relieved the tension. I looked at him for the first time and he looked back at me, with that twisted smile you have when you're enjoying looking at someone from above, like superiority. I felt like he was liking what he was doing and that made me happy.
- Martin: come on my balls too
I didn't say anything, those were orders for me. I was delirious. I caressed his balls without hesitation, also slowly, holding them in my hand as if weighing them, while with my right hand I continued to masturbate him. I looked at him again and he was still watching the video. I turned around to see and it was a furious blow job from the blonde to the skinny guy. The blonde was kneeling down, just like me at that moment.
- Martin: do you dare spit on him? That way they slide off your hands.
- I (totally innocent really): I don't know how to do it
He moved forward a bit and spat his own saliva into his cock. At first, I didn't like feeling his slobber, but then I noticed it made it easier and faster for my hands.
- Martin: now you try
I sat up a bit, leaned on his hairy thighs with my elbows, and approached his cock to my mouth slowly, while continuing to masturbate him. Since I didn't know how to spit, there was a thread of saliva hanging between his purple head and my lips. I moved away and moved his cock around a bit so the thread would cut off, but it kept going, so I went back up to his cock again, this time just a few centimeters from my mouth.
My plan was to move his cock a bit and have the thread cut off, but suddenly I felt his trembling hand caressing my hair. I was surprised and looked at him fixedly, thinking I had done something wrong and turned around to guide myself with the porn video again, but it seemed that the video had ended. Martin was like this, trembling and excited, because of me. He was looking at me with his eyes barely open, Looking at myself, I'm no longer into porn. He did barely anything with force, guiding my head towards his cock from the back of my neck. Inside, I thought it's already over, it's my dream and I gave in. I didn't care about anything else, I didn't think about the future or what others would say. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took his cock head into mine. I moved my tongue trying to caress that dark-headed thing I so desired. I went up and down on his cock without taking it out of my mouth completely, I didn't want it outside for a second, I couldn't waste the opportunity that had presented itself. His head was very wet from the clear liquid coming out, which wasn't unpleasant to me, it was even tastier than I had imagined. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Totally crazy, no longer pretending to like it, I started caressing his legs a bit while moving my mouth and tongue on that head (I made an effort but only got as far as that). I took advantage of touching his balls again, they had saliva on them and were soft, I couldn't hold both with one hand. His member and balls were too big for me. Everything was happening with my eyes closed, enjoying every second. I brought my hand back to his cock and moved away a bit to breathe, this time I accelerated the pace of the masturbation; when I could breathe again, I went back at the beautiful head in front of me.
He started caressing my hair again, but this time it was harder, now it was more like holding onto my hair. I didn't know what he wanted me to do, so I took him out of my mouth and started licking him. I started jerking him off faster, taking advantage of the saliva, and when I was about to put him in my mouth, Martín started cumming. And it wasn't a normal cum, it was special, and there was a lot of it. Some of it went into my mouth like a missile, the rest on my face, hair, even a little bit flew over my head and hit the floor. Martín was giming loudly and finishing up all over my face which left it completely white.
He sighed, totally satisfied finishing. It was all very brief, not more than two minutes of the blow job and a maximum of 5 minutes of the masturbation, but it was an incredible experience.
We then returned to reality because his moan was so strong that his mother yelled from downstairs if we were okay. We had a second of panic in which we looked at each other and remained silent, I with my face full of cum and he exhausted with his cock out.
But soon he answered yes, ma and we burst into laughter.
- Me: what do I do now with my face like this?
- Martin: haha your face is even prettier like that
- Me: go take a crap, give me something to clean myself up
- Martin: wait, I'm not moving yet, I don't feel my legs
We laughed again. I had one eye closed because the cum that had hit me in the forehead was dripping down. I still had his cock in my hand, which was getting flaccid.
- Me: finally you let go eh it was a steel jaja
- Martin (noticing he had gotten a bit embarrassed): yes, well... does it stay here, right?
I put his flaccid cock in my mouth. Now it really fit. His pubic hair was hitting my nose. I passed my tongue over it as best I could and held on for a few seconds.
- Me: now it's okay
We laughed again. Now he stopped and handed me the toilet paper and pointed to the trash can. It really cost him to walk, I was laughing. I went to the bathroom to clean up my face and had a masturbation in which I finished in 30 seconds. I returned to the room, the smell of cock and semen was terrible. We opened the window, talked about nonsense as if nothing had happened, and fell asleep.
That was my first sexual experience. And it wouldn't be the only one that night, because in the middle of the night I woke up again, hot but now with a bunch of worries... but that's for a (possible) second part.
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