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A Submissive Boy’s First Time. free porn video
He was an older boy from the neighborhood. I was young, just old enough to begin to feel the urges and lusts of a teenager. Innocent and inexperienced, but so curious and horny. When he started to hint at needing someone to suck his cock, and at being super horny, I didn’t respond, but I didn’t shy away either. Even at that age, I knew enough that this sort of thing was made fun of. Even if I was curious, I would never admit it. never show it. No matter how much I wanted it. However, I couldn’t help but think about this older boy forcing me, making me, suck his cock. After all, if he forced me, it wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t my desires, it was his.
Thing is, I did want it, I was curious, I was horny. I did want to experience cock. When I found myself on the side of my house, alone with that older boy, I pretended to resist, but found it so wonderfully natural to be on my knees before him. Still, I couldn’t let him think I liked it, so when he pulled his semi hard cock out, I only stared at it, but oh how I wanted it. I didn’t know how to suck it but knew I wanted it. I waited until he reached down and pushed my face towards it. His scent was musky, sexy. “Kiss it, suck it” he demanded. My cock was as hard as a rock in my pants.
Responding to his demands, maybe even turned on by them, I let him press my face against his dick. The warm, smooth, soft yet firm shaft felt incredible. I could feel pre cum leaking from my hard, aching cock. I was so turned on. Pretending to resist, I rubbed my face against his smooth balls and felt his hardening shaft on my lips. “Kiss it!” he demanded. He was breathing hard, clearly wanting it, needing it. Clearly very turned on. To be honest, his words and demands turned me on too. Al though I felt nervous, and a little light headed, I was so turned on. It felt so right, so natural, but I felt as if I had to resist, as if I couldn’t give in. It was long ago, a different time. I was a boy, this is what girls did. But I couldn’t help my desires and I found it impossible to deny them.
When he said, “Suck my dick” and pulled my face into him, I let my lips caress his hard dick. He needed it, I needed it. With his hand on the back of my head, I began to lick him. “Ahhh, yes” he said softly. Somehow, I knew just what to do, as if I was. one for this, and parted my lips, taking his throbbing dick into my mouth. My lips wrapped around his shaft, moving back and forth, I stroked his dick with my wet mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t stop” he demanded, maybe even begged. Silently, and without warning, he came. His legs shaking, he exploded into my mouth, filling it with his thick, strong sperm. I was surprised, shocked even and pulled my mouth from him, spitting it out. I didn’t know, I was so young. Panting and softly laughing, he stroked himself with his hand and shot several more thick ropes of hot, white cum on me.
He left quickly, leaving me with his cum on my face and his taste in my mouth. I quickly took my hard cock from my pants and masturbated. His sperm still on my tongue, his scent still in my nose and the image of his cock burned into my brain, I orgasmed, shooting my cum all over the side yard.
I thought for a moment, I would never do it again.I swore to myself that I would never be used, never give in to my urges again. But, it was all I could thing about. The sight of hi cock, the taste of his jizz. It wasn’t more than a few days later until I found myself in my room, with no one else home, with that older boy. He acted so cocky, so confident, and it turned me on. It let me feel like being submissive was ok, was almost expected. When he layed back on my bed and put his hands behind his head, I knew what to do, what was expected, but I needed to know it was ok, I needed to be told.
I layed on the bed next to him and he undid his pants and pushed them down. “Suck my cock man” he said. I felt my cock leak. I leaned over and stared at his dick, the object of so much desire, my lust filled dreams. I kissed his cock and felt it jump under my lips. Again, I felt his hand on the back of my head, “Ah, yes!” he moaned. I licked up and down his hard shaft and head, his scent, his taste, filling my senses. “I love cock” I thought to myself, the words ran through my head. He released his grip for a moment and pushed his pants down further. He then pushed my face into his balls. I licked and kissed every inch of him, my crotch wet with my own pre cum, his ball sack feeling firm, tasting salty under my tongue as I caressed and licked and sucked them,
He beagn to stroke himself, clearly loving the attention I was giving him. I pushed my face deeper between his legs and licked under and around his balls. His musky scent now all over my face, all over my tongue, I was so wonderfully lost, cock hungry and cum lusting. His legs were shaking as pushed my face further and lapped at his asshole. I only wanted to please him, only wanted to pleasure him. “Ah, ah awwww” I heard him moan, I looked up to see his fist tightly wrapped around his hard shaft and white, thick cum spurting, then oozing from his hard cock’s tip. His hand pulled my face towards his leaking, cum covered cock and I eagerly, surprisingly, began to lick him, taste him. After that first time, the odd taste of his cum had become an addiction, an obsession and now I was getting what I needed. I eagerly lapped it up, and even swallowed some of his jizz. I wanted to feel it inside me, I wanted to know it was inside me. To me, I thought, there could be nothing more submissive or satisfying.
After he left, I could not stop stroking myself. I came, orgasm after orgam, thinking about his dick, thinking about his cum, until my cock was sore and raw. Cock was quickly becoming a new found and wonderful obsession.
Two days later, again with no one else home, he was back in my bedroom. I had been dreaming of being on my knees for him, like that first time. Knowing I could please him and knowing he wanted me to please him was an incredible feeling, almost freeing. There in my room, I feel to my knees. So wonderfully eager and willing. We both knew why he was there. I rubbed his dick through his pants and stared at his crotch as he pulled his hard cock out and I pulled down his pants. His cock stuck straight out, right in front of my face. “Suck my dick, man” I heard as my lips and mouth engulfed him. I had been fantasizing about this and wanted to take as much of his cock as I could. His cock in my throat, gagging me, for some reason, was an all consuming desire. To feel his cum shoot and slide down my throat, seemed like the most erotic thing in the world.
He moved backwards to the edge of my bed and sat down. I moved with him, never letting his wonderful, hard cock out of my mouth. Now with his hands on my head, guiding my mouth, I sucked him up and down. Then, eagerly, willingly, taking all of him, I gagged myself with his cock, over and over again.
Feeling his dick so deep in my throat, hearing his moans, listening to his demands, sensing his pleasure, I had never felt sexy, never felt more sensual or erotic.
I could feel his legs begin to shake, I could make him cum so quickly and I loved it. I loved the effect I could have on him. Hearing his heavy breathing and his moans of “yes, yes yes” I again took him as deeply as I could, wanting his spunk to shoot down my throat, to fill me up, to make me his.
When I gagged on his cock and felt his jizz shoot down, my whole body seemed to tingle. He moaned out loud as his jizz flowed into my open throat. His legs quivered until he layed back, spent and exhausted.
There, between his legs, I licked his sensitive cum and saliva covered cock and balls, as I rubbed myself through my pants to orgasm.
He felt me shaking and heard me moan. “Did you just cum?” he asked. “Yes” I said sheepishly as I kissed his softening cock.
Thing is, I did want it, I was curious, I was horny. I did want to experience cock. When I found myself on the side of my house, alone with that older boy, I pretended to resist, but found it so wonderfully natural to be on my knees before him. Still, I couldn’t let him think I liked it, so when he pulled his semi hard cock out, I only stared at it, but oh how I wanted it. I didn’t know how to suck it but knew I wanted it. I waited until he reached down and pushed my face towards it. His scent was musky, sexy. “Kiss it, suck it” he demanded. My cock was as hard as a rock in my pants.
Responding to his demands, maybe even turned on by them, I let him press my face against his dick. The warm, smooth, soft yet firm shaft felt incredible. I could feel pre cum leaking from my hard, aching cock. I was so turned on. Pretending to resist, I rubbed my face against his smooth balls and felt his hardening shaft on my lips. “Kiss it!” he demanded. He was breathing hard, clearly wanting it, needing it. Clearly very turned on. To be honest, his words and demands turned me on too. Al though I felt nervous, and a little light headed, I was so turned on. It felt so right, so natural, but I felt as if I had to resist, as if I couldn’t give in. It was long ago, a different time. I was a boy, this is what girls did. But I couldn’t help my desires and I found it impossible to deny them.
When he said, “Suck my dick” and pulled my face into him, I let my lips caress his hard dick. He needed it, I needed it. With his hand on the back of my head, I began to lick him. “Ahhh, yes” he said softly. Somehow, I knew just what to do, as if I was. one for this, and parted my lips, taking his throbbing dick into my mouth. My lips wrapped around his shaft, moving back and forth, I stroked his dick with my wet mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t stop” he demanded, maybe even begged. Silently, and without warning, he came. His legs shaking, he exploded into my mouth, filling it with his thick, strong sperm. I was surprised, shocked even and pulled my mouth from him, spitting it out. I didn’t know, I was so young. Panting and softly laughing, he stroked himself with his hand and shot several more thick ropes of hot, white cum on me.
He left quickly, leaving me with his cum on my face and his taste in my mouth. I quickly took my hard cock from my pants and masturbated. His sperm still on my tongue, his scent still in my nose and the image of his cock burned into my brain, I orgasmed, shooting my cum all over the side yard.
I thought for a moment, I would never do it again.I swore to myself that I would never be used, never give in to my urges again. But, it was all I could thing about. The sight of hi cock, the taste of his jizz. It wasn’t more than a few days later until I found myself in my room, with no one else home, with that older boy. He acted so cocky, so confident, and it turned me on. It let me feel like being submissive was ok, was almost expected. When he layed back on my bed and put his hands behind his head, I knew what to do, what was expected, but I needed to know it was ok, I needed to be told.
I layed on the bed next to him and he undid his pants and pushed them down. “Suck my cock man” he said. I felt my cock leak. I leaned over and stared at his dick, the object of so much desire, my lust filled dreams. I kissed his cock and felt it jump under my lips. Again, I felt his hand on the back of my head, “Ah, yes!” he moaned. I licked up and down his hard shaft and head, his scent, his taste, filling my senses. “I love cock” I thought to myself, the words ran through my head. He released his grip for a moment and pushed his pants down further. He then pushed my face into his balls. I licked and kissed every inch of him, my crotch wet with my own pre cum, his ball sack feeling firm, tasting salty under my tongue as I caressed and licked and sucked them,
He beagn to stroke himself, clearly loving the attention I was giving him. I pushed my face deeper between his legs and licked under and around his balls. His musky scent now all over my face, all over my tongue, I was so wonderfully lost, cock hungry and cum lusting. His legs were shaking as pushed my face further and lapped at his asshole. I only wanted to please him, only wanted to pleasure him. “Ah, ah awwww” I heard him moan, I looked up to see his fist tightly wrapped around his hard shaft and white, thick cum spurting, then oozing from his hard cock’s tip. His hand pulled my face towards his leaking, cum covered cock and I eagerly, surprisingly, began to lick him, taste him. After that first time, the odd taste of his cum had become an addiction, an obsession and now I was getting what I needed. I eagerly lapped it up, and even swallowed some of his jizz. I wanted to feel it inside me, I wanted to know it was inside me. To me, I thought, there could be nothing more submissive or satisfying.
After he left, I could not stop stroking myself. I came, orgasm after orgam, thinking about his dick, thinking about his cum, until my cock was sore and raw. Cock was quickly becoming a new found and wonderful obsession.
Two days later, again with no one else home, he was back in my bedroom. I had been dreaming of being on my knees for him, like that first time. Knowing I could please him and knowing he wanted me to please him was an incredible feeling, almost freeing. There in my room, I feel to my knees. So wonderfully eager and willing. We both knew why he was there. I rubbed his dick through his pants and stared at his crotch as he pulled his hard cock out and I pulled down his pants. His cock stuck straight out, right in front of my face. “Suck my dick, man” I heard as my lips and mouth engulfed him. I had been fantasizing about this and wanted to take as much of his cock as I could. His cock in my throat, gagging me, for some reason, was an all consuming desire. To feel his cum shoot and slide down my throat, seemed like the most erotic thing in the world.
He moved backwards to the edge of my bed and sat down. I moved with him, never letting his wonderful, hard cock out of my mouth. Now with his hands on my head, guiding my mouth, I sucked him up and down. Then, eagerly, willingly, taking all of him, I gagged myself with his cock, over and over again.
Feeling his dick so deep in my throat, hearing his moans, listening to his demands, sensing his pleasure, I had never felt sexy, never felt more sensual or erotic.
I could feel his legs begin to shake, I could make him cum so quickly and I loved it. I loved the effect I could have on him. Hearing his heavy breathing and his moans of “yes, yes yes” I again took him as deeply as I could, wanting his spunk to shoot down my throat, to fill me up, to make me his.
When I gagged on his cock and felt his jizz shoot down, my whole body seemed to tingle. He moaned out loud as his jizz flowed into my open throat. His legs quivered until he layed back, spent and exhausted.
There, between his legs, I licked his sensitive cum and saliva covered cock and balls, as I rubbed myself through my pants to orgasm.
He felt me shaking and heard me moan. “Did you just cum?” he asked. “Yes” I said sheepishly as I kissed his softening cock.
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