When I was a teen living with my grandmother on the lower end of Washington Street, I had really invented some slick ways of getting a little extra enjoyment out of riding my bike. I could actually get myself off around people and they wouldn't have any idea what was going on with me, and that in itself was a big thrill to me.
I remember how I use to turn the seat up on my bike so that the front pointed end was a little higher then the wide back end. When I sat on it, the pointed end would be pressing up into my butt--talk about feeling good! I especially loved to ride around after dark with some of my friends, and many times by myself, doing my own thing--getting my private thrills.
While pedaling my bike, I could feel the pressure and movement on the seat massaging my anus--turning me on big time. I developed the technique of controlling the muscles of my buttocks to grip and massage an imaginary cock while grinding on the seat. No one could tell what I was doing. My behind would be going to town on that seat.
It would be better yet when I put my radio in the basket and played R&B while riding. My hole would be bucking and grinding in time with the music...I mean I was in my own little private world. No one could see any movement, because all the activities were by the muscles on the inside of my rectum. I'd let out little moans and groans, when it was really getting to me. My imagination was really going wild at times. I would be pretending like I was fucking a good cock.
At first, I was having a lot of anal-spasms, but it wasn't long before I actually found out what cumming felt like. Yes, I had my first one on my bike seat, and it really rocked my world. I was a changed person after that, all I ever wanted after that was a cock fucking me in my ass. I fantasized about it all the time.
The first time it happened I lost control of my bike and fell in some bushes. I didn't hurt myself, but I sure laid there and slowly kept humping on that bike seat. My shorts was wet with spent cum. I didn't understand all this. All I knew was that it felt good. After that first time, I figured out what to do to solve the problem of getting my shorts wet with cum in the crotch.
Whenever I visited my cousin, who was five years older than me, I stole a few of his rubbers out of his sock drawer. When I went riding I would put one on, so when I got my thrill, the rubber would catch my cum. Event- ually, I started using a sock in place of the rubber. Sometimes I would cum two times, be- fore putting my bike up for the night.
I remember getting the urge to wear some- thing shorter then my shorts. I cut a pair shorter then they originally were. When I put them on, my bare cheeks would overhang the seat when sitting on my bike. I did not have the nerve to ride in the street that way, but I did sit on my bike in my driveway at night like I was just watching the activities on my street. My grandma went to bed early or was busy doing something. She didn't pay much attention to what I did and she never had any problems with me. I believe to this day that she knew I was a little sissified, but I was her favorite little baby. She loved me and that was all that mattered to her.
I loved the feel of the pressure of the seat against my rectum, and the idea of my ass being exposed really made me feel sexy. I would sit there for a hour or so massaging my horny ass against the seat. I even started wondering how it would really feel to have someone fuck me. Of course all this was my private thoughts and I would never let on how I felt or thought. No one knew but me.
I always started doing my chores at night when grandma went to bed. I loved wearing T-shirts that fit tight and reached just below my hips--hugging the curves of my big rounded butt. And a pair of mules with three inch heels that grandma never wore anymore. Some- times I would admire myself in the long mirror, loving the way my legs were exposed to my hips, and really get turned on. I was a little plump, but not fat. In fact, I've been told many times that I had a body of a girl.
My round face was quite pretty, but my lips were large and puffy looking. I didn't care for them at that time. My legs were thick and shapely, and they looked damned sexy in heels-- especially mules. For some reason I liked my nipples. They stuck out more than the average boy my age, and they were real sensitive to the touch. Grandma seen me many times this way. She'd raise an eyebrow and shake her head when I'd be singing and switching my ass around the house.
After finishing my chores and home work, I sometimes would sit on the porch in just my T-shirt and heels. Since it would be at night, and the house sat a ways back from the street, nobody could see me and grandma would be sleep. I would prop my legs up on the bannister and lean back in the rocking chair--caressing my legs and nipples--thinking what it was like to be made love to. I also enjoyed rubbing my little penis and feeling my ass. Often I would grind down into the chair cushion while rubbing just to feel the friction on my anus.
About two years later my friend, Bobby, started visiting me. We did things like any other friends did. We'd played games, talked about girls--and guys. There were times we'd talked about what we thought we knew about sex.
Bobby never let on that he paid much attention to the way I acted and dressed. At times he'd tease me when the mood was right, and tell me how he'd like to fuck my sexy ass. I wouldn't really take anything he said serious, but it put naughty thoughts in my mind. Sometimes he would feel me up or try to sneak a grind against my buttocks, but that's about as far as it went. I never let him know how really good it all felt to me.
One night he was down in the basement with me while I was washing some cloths, he crept up behind me and squashed his body into my ass pinning me against the sink, and ground his hardon into me, causing me to have anal-spasms. I would pretend like I didn't like it, but I loved feeling his hardon moving against my ass.
On some weekends, he would spend a night at my house or I would spend a night at his. We would talk, laugh, snack and read comic books. There were nights when we talked about sex and wondered how it felt. We even went as far as touching and groping each other just to see what it felt like.
One night it got out of hand. He brought one of them nasty magazines that he stole from his older brother with him. It showed couples in all kinds of positions on a bed, and doing all kinds of things. The women would be wearing sexy things and always kept their heels on in bed. We both got hardons just looking at them, and at times, caressed each other.
Bobby really started paying attention to the way I looked in my T-shirt and heels that night. He just couldn't keep his hands off me. He began making up excuses to wrestle with me in bed, and getting me in positions so he could hump on my plump ass. It excited me when he'd ejaculate in my split. I would act like I was upset because I had to wash off his mess.
That same night, we decided to play house. Bobby wanted me to play the passive roll of the wife and he the husband, and make play love to each other. This aroused me, especially since grandma was not at home that night. She, being a retired nurse often did part time work caring for the sick, so we could really get into our little game.
We had all night to play so I wanted to do it right. Since I was suppose to be the woman, I wanted to look like a woman. I went to my grandmama's room to put on some of her lipstick. I was always self conscience about my lips. I thought they were overly big, but I actually liked the way they looked with lip- stick--so bright and wet looking, and sexy. Then, I took the gold ankle chain my grandma never wore anymore, and put it on my left ankle. The sight of it on my ankle really turned me on, so I knew it would turn on Bobby.
I picked out one of her many wigs, and used her eyebrow pencil to arch my eyebrows. I was excited at what I saw in the mirror! I really looked sexy, and that made me hotter. I opened the jar of vasoline on her dresser, and pushed some of it up my asshole, just in case things got out of hand and we took things too far. I toyed with the hope that might happen.
I went back into my room where Bobby laid in the bed rubbing himself. I could see that he was overwhelmed with excitement when he saw me. My eyes widen at how his hard-on was twitching. I couldn't begin to explain how I felt, but it was a bitchy feeling I never had before. Bobby looked at me with passion showing all over his face. I stood there beside the bed for a few minutes rubbing my thighs and ass. His eyes widened when he saw how sexy my thick leg looked wearing the gold chain and heels. This turned him on more.
I got in bed and laid on my stomach, and he didn't hesitate to mount me. It felt so good having him lay on my ass. First we were giggling and thought it was funny, but that soon changed. We started getting horny and wanted to take it to another level, so we really began playing the role. I loved the feel of his hard cock pressing into me. It wasn't long before my T-shirt worked its way up, baring my rounded plump behind to him. Bobby began humping me--letting his cock and precum lubricate the crack of my ass. I responded by clinching my cheeks together, and massaged his hardon.
Breathing hard, he let his cock ride the crevice between my cheeks. After a long while dry fucking this way, he rolled me over and
spread my thick legs, then dropped between my thighs, letting his rigid cock rub against mine.
All this brought out something whorish in me. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and startled him by kissing him full on his lips, and to my surprise, and pleasure, he responded. Bobby just couldn't get enough of my big red luscious lips. He sucked them like he wanted to eat them. At the time we knew nothing about homosexuality, but what we were now doing, was really new and exciting to us.
We kissed and hugged, and ground hard into each other. Our breathing was heavy and labored, and we wanted to do more. I closed my eyes and pulled my knees back to my chest--I felt his cock pressing against my exposed anus. I felt it jump and shudder--eager to enter me. The precum made my anus even more wet and slippery.
I was really determined for my fantasies to become a reality that night...I couldn't believe I was actually laying there with a hard cock poking the entrance to my love tunnel. Bobby was completely out of control, and I knew he was hungry to stick his cock into me.
The way I was feeling, I wanted his cock in me just as bad! We both were playing the hell out of our roles, but it was about to get serious, and I didn't care. I began encouraging him by poking my tongue in his ear, and talking nasty--begging him to push the head of his cock into me. I told him it wouldn't do any harm, it would help keep the sheets clean.
I never been fucked in my ass before, the closest thing to it was the seat of my bike. Bobby was kissing me with wet passion as he began pushing his wet cock against my anus, and I tried to help him by grinding up to him. I felt the head spreading me. It hurt a little, but I wanted it so badly I ignored the pain. I was excited to know that I was about to be fucked by a real cock.
We both kept grinding and pushing until finally the head slipped into me. At first it was uncomfortable, but I didn't care, I was crazy with lust for it. Bobby was sweating and making little whimpering sounds as he kept grinding and pumping a few inches of his cock slowly in and out of my asshole. We took our time, not really knowing what to expect. I wondered if it was going to feel as good as I always thought it would, or was it going to be a disappointment.
I looked at my big legs in my mules--raised to my shoulders and spread wide, with Bobby laying between my thighs really fucking me. The sight really excited me. I was actually being fucked!! I felt his cock filling and spreading the walls of my asshole, and to my surprise, the pain was easing up.
The pain was turning to pleasure. As I relaxed more, he pushed a little further up in my ass and met a resistance. We thought we couldn't go any further. The more he thrust and ground his cock into me, the more I enjoyed it. This was beginning to blow my mind. I really believed I was getting all of his cock I could take--that my asshole was getting all that was possible for it to take.
I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles, then we slowly fucked for more than a hour. We sweated, kissed and hugged and talked nasty things to each other. My asshole seemed like it had a mind of its own. Its muscles were clinching, squeezing and massag- ing his hefty cock.
After a while I felt him swelling up even more. I felt like something wonderful was going to happen. I nursed his thickened shaft with all the love I could put on it. He began thrusting harder and quicker, Then I felt something give, and his cock slipped past the resistance and sank deeper into me--its full length.
I had his whole cock in me, and it felt so damn good! I could feel the entire shaft snaking in and out of me now, and felt his balls slapping against my ass. It was unbelievable how good it felt. Bobby slowed down and didn't move for a while, so we both could get used to this new experience.
After a long period of time, I asked him to start grinding into me slowly with a rocking motion. The muscles of my ass began to clamp down and caress the thick shaft of his cock. The feeling of him packing my love-tunnel was beyond description. I fantasized about how good it would feel, but I never dreamed it would feel this good.
I tightened my legs around his waist, and ground more forcefully up into him. Bobby let out a series of moans and began increasing the force of his thrusting. He began pounding his cock deep into me with an increasing pace.
I was loving every stroke--every thrust. I was crazy with lust for this new found craving. The feel of the whole length of his cock fucking my hungry ass-pussy was driving me into a lusty hunger for his pounding cock. I started shaking and whimpering. The hungry driving of Bobby's thrusts caused the flesh of my meaty buttocks to quiver and shake. The interior muscles of my asshole was devouring his heavy shaft--nursing it--seducing it. I couldn't believe how my buttocks was churning--heaving and convulsing. They were moving in ways I didn't think possible.
Bobby was fucking me good. The bed was making all kinds of noise. I wouldn't have traded this moment for anything in the world.
The inner muscles of my asshole began grasping his dick-- priming it like a pump sucking water out the ground, and then suddenly clamping down savagely on its shaft--I thought I was going to break it off. I began to have, what I found out later, to be 'anal spasms'.
Then it happened. I felt him jump and shudder in me. He cummed hard--flooding my guts, inducing my own long awaited release. I let out a muffled scream and exploded with a long gush of cum. We both stiffened as he plunged his cock into me down to his balls. My ass muscles clenched him firmly and locked him in, then I gently nurtured his throbbing shaft. It was a long while before he pulled out of me, and I didn't want him to then.
I turned my back to him--all of a sudden I had mixed feelings about what happened between us. I felt that he had mixed emotions about it also. Neither of us said anything for a long while. We laid there thinking about what had happened between us.
After a while, we took a shower. I used my grandma's douche bulb to clean myself out. After I put on fresh lipstick and sprayed some smell-good on me, I layed back down beside Bobby. I wondered how he felt about me--now.
Further into the night, I felt him move and press his warm body up against my back and embrace me. I knew that this was going to be our secret, and we both knew that this was not the end of it.
As he hugged me close to him, I felt his hardness against my ass again. I felt his hands tenderly caress my body and softly pinch my nipples, making them hard and stand out. The shame I had soon drained away--leaving a uncontrollable hunger to do something I never really seriously thought about doing, until that night.
I wanted to feel his big cock in my mouth--to make love to his dick--to suck him! I turned over and pushed him over on his back and spread his legs. I was sure he had no ideal what I was going to do to him. I positioned myself between his thighs with my face a few inches from his hard dick--studying it like it was something new to me. I looked at the swollen head and the thick shaft down to his balls.
The lusty desire to fill my mouth with it was overpowering. I wanted to nurse it--make love to it. I wrapped my hand around it and felt how warm and hard it was. He watched me all the while I was doing this. I knew he wanted me to suck him. He wanted to feel my soft lips wrapped around his dick--he wanted to fill my warm mouth.
Finally, I made up my mind to do it. I opened my mouth and let my lips slip over the head of his dick--tasting and smelling his sex. I felt his cock jump as I circled my tongue around its swollen head. I was drunk with the lust for his cock. Slowly I took more into my mouth and let my swollen wet lips glide up and down its thick shaft. I savored the sound of him moaning and groaning. Nothing else existed at that time but me feasting on his cock. This was what I wanted to do and this was what I lusted for.
I took in as much of it as I could. His love meat filled my mouth. I felt its head press against the back of my throat. I started trembling with desire and excitement as I tightened my lips around his shaft and started applying suction. I looked up at him while sucking, and saw that I was really blessed with having large lips...he couldn't take his eyes off them. The more of his cock I sucked in, the more out of control I was getting. I was grinding my hips into the mattress as my tongue came alive, licking and rolling up and down the underside of his shaft while it filled my mouth. I was nursing him like a baby sucking on a pacifier. Nothing else existed but the craving for his hard piece of meat.
I moved my lips up the shaft slowly and then I opened my mouth wide and went down on it quickly and held it tightly around the base with my lips and at the same time priming it with my tongue and cheeks. Unbridled passion made me relax my throat muscles allowing the head to sink into my throat, then slowly bring my mouth back up to the head, twirling my tongue around its sensitive crown--applying a fluttering suction.
I knew he was really enjoying what I was doing by the way he was grinding and bucking. His breathing had become spasmodic and hard. I moaned and hummed as I sucked, setting up a vibration that really blew his mind; I couldn't help it, sucking his cock was just that good to me. I never wanted this moment to end. I wanted it to last forever.
After a long while, I knew he was about explode. His thrusting got stronger and quicker. He placed both his hands on the back of my head, pushing more of himself into my mouth. I could feel him swelling up and began to shudder. Then it happened! While the head of his cock was in my throat he cummed hard and I swallowed every bit of it--milking him to get all his cum. I was in heaven and took him with me!
I continued to tenderly stroke him, tasting his cum...enjoying his fullness in my mouth. I pouted my thick lips, and rubbed them in his cum and around the head of his sweet cock--telling it how much I loved it and how much I enjoyed sucking it. Then I took the whole cock into my mouth and just nursed it far into the night. I fell asleep with my big lips tight around it. I knew I was going to be his suck freak. All this started with my bike's seat. Thank goodness!
|
Submitted by:
fsellers1
view profile
|
You have new unread mail messages!
Click here for your Inbox!
