He stated to thrust his hips holding the back of my head, he wasn’t rough but was forceful I was stood bent over so I quickly got onto my knees
He stayed arching his back and moaning that’s when he held my head and started to hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little, I wasn’t really used to sucking that much I’d always found that my evidences up thill then tended to be older horny men who wanted to suck me….my head was spinning a little but I like this guy, I didn’t want to disappoint, while all these thoughts were rushing through my head he continued to pump his hips.
So going back a little I guess I’d assumed this lad was going to be fully btm, we was pretty fem, pretty camp, quite openly proud of who he was certainly what I’d have thought of as a girly boy….but right now he was very much topping me, I wouldn’t even say I was giving him a blow job, my willing mouth was there and he was just fucking it, his confidence and dominance really turned me on.
After a few minutes of fucking my mouth with me gagging occasionally but controlling it best I could (he only stopped once when I pushed away from him a little, he gave me a second or two to compose then started thrusting again) he started going faster, groaning more, he stopped, I guess I was expecting him start wanking till he shot his cum over my face, I should have been worried that I’d get it all over my clothes but at that minute I couldn’t have cared…..
But to my surprise he guided me onto all fours, pulled down my tracksuit bottoms and got behind me, looking over my shoulder I saw him spitting into his hand and using it to lube up his thick cock them straddling my hips he squatted he was pointing his cock down with his tip lined up at my tight hole….he pushed, my body resisted, he pushed again….to this day I don’t know what happened, maybe it’s because I was so turned on, maybe it was the shape of his cock, thick but streamlined he didn’t have a massive mushroom head, or maybe he had some special saliva….but with that second push his full length slid into me, there was pain but it was bearable, he was straight through my natural resistance and before I knew it his low hanging balls were touching mine….then he started pumping again, like he had been when fucking my mouth but this time fucking me for real. I groaned out as he thrust, dropped my head to the ground but made sure I kept my hips and bum high. For the next five minutes he fucked me so deep, so hard, the enthusiastic fucking of a horny lad I wasn’t sure how much more I could take when I felt him pull out, I felt cool air rush into my gaping hole then heard him groaning loudly as I felt spurt after spurt of warm ropes of spunk splattering my bare cheeks, I felt him wipe his cock head clean on my bum then he whispered a thank you as I heard his footsteps leaving, I looked up to catch him smiling back at me and giving a little wave as he disappeared around the corner.
Only now I was conscious that I was still hard, I stayed in that head down position with my arse up and wanked myself onto the ground beneath me, not sure why I didn’t move, maybe I was hoping someone else would stumble upon me and fill my arse that felt suddenly empty, suddenly craving cock….but they didn’t.
I cleaned myself up best I could then started a thoughtful walk home, reflecting on what had just happened….i continued to go to those toilets during that summer, had many more interesting experiences but never saw him again, but I think of him….occasionally. |
