1. He Did It In My Mouth


    Date: 1/21/2017, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Gay, Mature, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Young, Author: bryanll, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

    sensing the need to acquiesce and not knowing what else to do because my head was spinning again, I nodded. My fingers began trembling. What had I just done? What was going to happen? I wanted to go with him but I was terrified that maybe this was it; the day of change; the crossing of the bridge. He drove an older four-door. Quite a big car. It was nice but it had seen its years. The passenger seat was comfortable. The engine could scarcely be heard. His voice and mannerisms were calm. Said he just wanted to have a chance to talk with me. He drove to a cul-de-sac that had been cleared for construction although construction had not yet started. I can’t say I remember all that he said but I do remember not feeling any alarm or sense of danger. He was pleasant and non-threatening. I do know the subject matter but I don’t know the exact words or sequence of how he talked. Essentially, he said again that he liked pretty boys. He said he liked pretty boys with pretty mouths. I remember him saying that he noticed how I didn’t stick with the boys at the Basement but rather the girls. He liked that. He seemed to think it was a good sign because he liked “boys who are like girls”. His monologue was nearly intoxicating, especially the last part—“boys who are like girls”. I remember him saying something about talking to “pretty boys” and helping them to understand things and answering their questions and just spending time talking and how he wanted to do that from time-to-time with ...
    me. As you might now be able to assume, my head was too dizzy to do anything but agree. I suspect even with a clear head I would have agreed but being numb-brained made it simpler. We talked on following days, sometimes outside of the Basement in a mini-park area. It only took a few discussions for me to admit to him that I had “thoughts” about men and only a short time later, he asked if I had ever seen “a grown man’s penis” (words that have stuck with me since) and I said “no”. He asked if I wanted to but being a shy and a sub kind of person, I could only shrug. I mean, how could I possibly just come out and say “yes” to something like that? Wouldn’t that mean I was admitting to being queer? Besides, did I really want to see the penis of Taylor’s grandfather? How would I face her? Even if no one ever told her, I would have to look her in the eyes and try to conceal the fact that I had seen her grandfather’s cock; that I had agreed to it and I had gone with him just for the purpose of seeing it. He took my uncertainty as a “yes” answer and he told me to stay after the others had left and the Basement normally closed for the night. Since I was unsupervised, I could come and go and stay out late with no accountability. After he said that, I was completely incapable of rational thought or staying involved with games the girls engaged in. I felt myself shuddering and I was lightheaded just thinking of what was going to happen later. What had I gotten myself in to? Was I honestly ...
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