Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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Kyle's First Time, Part Two free porn video
After meeting Kyle at the bar, the night continued, as I took him to my apartment...
Since my apartment was just a few blocks from the bar, Kyle agreed to take the short walk with me, leaving his car in the all-night lot a block away from the bar. At least it left our options open for the night. I lived in one of the nicer high rent apartments with a view not far from the city center. Yeah, the rent was high, but the view from my living room and bedroom were worth every penny. As we walked to the front door of the building, the cool fresh fall air – cool enough to see our breath – cleared away some of the buzz from the beers we drank at the bar.
“Wow, nice view you have, man,” Kyle exclaimed, walking to my living room window that looked out over the city and the lake to the south. “This must cost a lot, huh?”
I replied by telling him that it was one of the perks of my job – one that allowed me to enjoy a room with a view on the 8th floor of the building. “How about another Cow?” I asked, which he accepted. Grabbing a couple of Spotted Cow beers from the fridge, I put on some smooth jazz music when I got into the living room, hoping it would set the mood. Although I wanted to rip his clothes off and get down to business, I wanted to play with my prey before I enjoyed the kill, if you will. Savor every moment of what was yet to come, without a doubt. Sitting next to him, the mixture of the scent of Polo Black and his leather jacket was tantalizing my senses, inching me closer to the euphoric state of mind I so desired with this handsome stud.
“So, Austin, I told you my first-time story, now you tell me yours.” As he said “yours”, he put his right hand on my left leg, giving my leg a little squeeze. “Fair enough,” I said, and began to recollect my first time with my neighbor, Zack.
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“It was the summer I turned eighteen. Zack was my best friend and next-door neighbor. We had known each other for about ten years, and done the usual things – shoot hoops, play catch, ride motorbikes, gone fishing, etc. When we were younger, we’d slept over at each other’s houses, camped out in the backyard, and such. But even though we’d both graduated from high school, neither of us had much luck dating with any of the high school girls in our small hometown. It was just after the end of the school year, and we wanted to do something, you know, just get away. So, we devised a plan to ask my dad if we could take his camper – you know one of those ones that are built on a van chassis – to one of the forest preserves not too far away and camp for a few nights. The fishing was excellent in the lake there, and we could just go and celebrate being done with school. Surprisingly, my dad said yes, as did his parents, so Friday afternoon rolled around, and we took off in the camper.”
“How far away was this campground,” Kyle asked.
“It was about sixty miles. Just far enough away that we’d be away from everyone we knew. We got there, parked, set up everything, and after grilling some burgers and playing frisbee in the grassy area next to the campsite. As the sun began to set, we started a campfire and sat down to enjoy the fire. The night was awesome, not a cloud in the sky. The moonless night made the stars all the brighter, and we even seen a few shooting stars. I had stolen a few beers from my dad’s fridge, so when it got completely dark, we popped the top on the beer and drank a couple while sitting by the fire. It was nearly one in the morning when the fire started to die out. The beer was gone, and we were both buzzed. Taking a final whizz on the dark side of the camper, we both went in to roll out our sleeping bags on beds. “Hey Austin, why don’t we both sleep on the top bunk, like we did when we were k**s. What do you say?” I was kind of surprised at this, since the camper slept six, and I was kind of looking forward to having my own bed. But I thought what the heck. Why not? It was warmer in the camper, and since I liked sleeping in my boxers, I stripped down to them, and Zack did the same. As we lay on top of our sleeping bags, Zack started talking about sex. I had no clue at the moment, but as he talked about girls he dated, he asked if I had ever gone all the way with Ashley, the girl I had dated briefly. I replied that I didn’t, and didn’t even touch her.”
“So that meant that you too were…. a virgin at eighteen?” Kyle interrupted.
“Yeah, I was. Too shy around girls, like something didn’t feel right, you know? Zack then blurted out “do you think you’re gay, Austin?” I was shocked by his question. “I mean, I saw the way you used to look at the guys in the locker room at school. It was like you had to look at all of their dicks. That means you must have wanted to suck them or have one of the football players, you know, remember Charles? I bet you wanted him to fuck you.”
“OH my god, are you serious? So, he was like teasing and taunting you?” Kyle responded in an appalled manner.
“I honestly don’t remember much other than feeling fear in thinking that he was going to out me to my friends or start rumors or accusations. My so called best friend. Some friend, I was thinking. But then the conversation got stranger. Zack started touching his boxers, and before I knew it, he pulled out his hard dick. I knew from seeing him in the locker room that although he wasn’t longer than the average sized dicks I'd seen, he was thick. “What do you think, you want to touch this? How about sucking it? At least you’ll know if you’re gay or not.” I was afraid of what was going to happen, but just when I thought he was going to **** me or something, he reached over and touched my boxers, and his response changed everything. “Whoa, you got a nice hard-on man.” His touch nearly caused me to come. All the sex talk had given me a raging boner. “Okay, so if you don’t want to suck me, I’ll suck you.” Those words echoed in my ears as he carefully pulled the waist band of my boxers down, to reveal my… radiant glory. As he whispered “nice,” he began to lick around the shaft and my balls before he worked his way up to the head, licking the sweet spot, which caused my dick to start leaking. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. After about two minutes of sucking, just when I felt like my dick was about to explode in pleasure, he pulled off, and inches from my face whispered “your turn.” I hesitated, and sensing my hesitation, Zack once again whispered, “come on, you know you want it. Make me feel as good as I made you feel.” Slowly I moved toward his cock. For the first time, I touched another guy, and my heart raced. As I leaned over to him, his scent of musk mixed with the scent of the campfire smoke was enticing me to take him in my mouth. I could feel his dick throbbing in my hand – the soft, yet hardness almost hot to the touch begged me to succumb to its desire. I could see a smattering a wetness coming from his piss slit, and as I touched it with my index finger, I smeared it around the huge mushroom head, which caused Zack to moan out “suck it damnit, just suck it.” Finally, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and took his head in my mouth. The feeling was euphoric. As I slowly got used to his size being in my mouth, I did as he did to me… as I started going up and down on him, I moved my tongue around the underside of his cock, which caused his pre-cum to start flowing into my mouth. The taste was so good, I had no choice but to swallow it. After a minute or two of sucking, he pulled out of my mouth to my surprise, and went back down on me. We did this for what seemed like a half an hour or so. He kept asking me if I had come yet, because apparently I had an endless flow of pre-cum – and still do. Then as we moved into such each other at the same time, I felt like it wasn’t going to be much longer before I was ready to come.”
“Oh my god, don’t tell me you guys came at the same time?”
“No.” I replied taking another long drink of my beer. “After sucking each other, laying on our sides, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but suddenly when it felt like I was ready to go over the edge of a cliff or a waterfall or roller coaster or something incredible, my cock unleashed its fury and exploded into Zack’s mouth, causing him to nearly gag on the massive amount of cum I shot into his mouth. He spit all of my come out onto my cock and balls, the remainder of what shot out after he took his mouth off my cock sprayed all over my stomach. As I rode the waves of my first orgasm with another man for as long as I could, I started jacking his cock, hoping he would do the same. I was not disappointed. Suddenly his body started to tense, his cock got extremely hard, and as my right hand moved up his cock to meet my mouth going down, the first wave of his semen shot down my throat. The taste was like nothing I’d tasted before, and with a split-second decision, I swallowed every drop he shot into my mouth. Sucking him until the last spasm subsided, I collapsed back on the bed, and with my right hand I felt my first load of cum now cooling on my wet stomach and groin; my cock still hard, my pubic hair covered with the sticky sweet mixture of cum and Zack's saliva, now running down between my legs.. That first time was something that I’ll remember forever, and sadly, it’s never been as good as that first time with Zack in the bed of my dad’s camper.” Sighing, I swallowed the last of my beer and sat back on the sofa.
Kyle leaned over towards me, close enough to smell the beer on his breath as he whispered softly, “Let’s go find out if we can make you forget that first time.” With that, I led him to my room.
Since my apartment was just a few blocks from the bar, Kyle agreed to take the short walk with me, leaving his car in the all-night lot a block away from the bar. At least it left our options open for the night. I lived in one of the nicer high rent apartments with a view not far from the city center. Yeah, the rent was high, but the view from my living room and bedroom were worth every penny. As we walked to the front door of the building, the cool fresh fall air – cool enough to see our breath – cleared away some of the buzz from the beers we drank at the bar.
“Wow, nice view you have, man,” Kyle exclaimed, walking to my living room window that looked out over the city and the lake to the south. “This must cost a lot, huh?”
I replied by telling him that it was one of the perks of my job – one that allowed me to enjoy a room with a view on the 8th floor of the building. “How about another Cow?” I asked, which he accepted. Grabbing a couple of Spotted Cow beers from the fridge, I put on some smooth jazz music when I got into the living room, hoping it would set the mood. Although I wanted to rip his clothes off and get down to business, I wanted to play with my prey before I enjoyed the kill, if you will. Savor every moment of what was yet to come, without a doubt. Sitting next to him, the mixture of the scent of Polo Black and his leather jacket was tantalizing my senses, inching me closer to the euphoric state of mind I so desired with this handsome stud.
“So, Austin, I told you my first-time story, now you tell me yours.” As he said “yours”, he put his right hand on my left leg, giving my leg a little squeeze. “Fair enough,” I said, and began to recollect my first time with my neighbor, Zack.
.
“It was the summer I turned eighteen. Zack was my best friend and next-door neighbor. We had known each other for about ten years, and done the usual things – shoot hoops, play catch, ride motorbikes, gone fishing, etc. When we were younger, we’d slept over at each other’s houses, camped out in the backyard, and such. But even though we’d both graduated from high school, neither of us had much luck dating with any of the high school girls in our small hometown. It was just after the end of the school year, and we wanted to do something, you know, just get away. So, we devised a plan to ask my dad if we could take his camper – you know one of those ones that are built on a van chassis – to one of the forest preserves not too far away and camp for a few nights. The fishing was excellent in the lake there, and we could just go and celebrate being done with school. Surprisingly, my dad said yes, as did his parents, so Friday afternoon rolled around, and we took off in the camper.”
“How far away was this campground,” Kyle asked.
“It was about sixty miles. Just far enough away that we’d be away from everyone we knew. We got there, parked, set up everything, and after grilling some burgers and playing frisbee in the grassy area next to the campsite. As the sun began to set, we started a campfire and sat down to enjoy the fire. The night was awesome, not a cloud in the sky. The moonless night made the stars all the brighter, and we even seen a few shooting stars. I had stolen a few beers from my dad’s fridge, so when it got completely dark, we popped the top on the beer and drank a couple while sitting by the fire. It was nearly one in the morning when the fire started to die out. The beer was gone, and we were both buzzed. Taking a final whizz on the dark side of the camper, we both went in to roll out our sleeping bags on beds. “Hey Austin, why don’t we both sleep on the top bunk, like we did when we were k**s. What do you say?” I was kind of surprised at this, since the camper slept six, and I was kind of looking forward to having my own bed. But I thought what the heck. Why not? It was warmer in the camper, and since I liked sleeping in my boxers, I stripped down to them, and Zack did the same. As we lay on top of our sleeping bags, Zack started talking about sex. I had no clue at the moment, but as he talked about girls he dated, he asked if I had ever gone all the way with Ashley, the girl I had dated briefly. I replied that I didn’t, and didn’t even touch her.”
“So that meant that you too were…. a virgin at eighteen?” Kyle interrupted.
“Yeah, I was. Too shy around girls, like something didn’t feel right, you know? Zack then blurted out “do you think you’re gay, Austin?” I was shocked by his question. “I mean, I saw the way you used to look at the guys in the locker room at school. It was like you had to look at all of their dicks. That means you must have wanted to suck them or have one of the football players, you know, remember Charles? I bet you wanted him to fuck you.”
“OH my god, are you serious? So, he was like teasing and taunting you?” Kyle responded in an appalled manner.
“I honestly don’t remember much other than feeling fear in thinking that he was going to out me to my friends or start rumors or accusations. My so called best friend. Some friend, I was thinking. But then the conversation got stranger. Zack started touching his boxers, and before I knew it, he pulled out his hard dick. I knew from seeing him in the locker room that although he wasn’t longer than the average sized dicks I'd seen, he was thick. “What do you think, you want to touch this? How about sucking it? At least you’ll know if you’re gay or not.” I was afraid of what was going to happen, but just when I thought he was going to **** me or something, he reached over and touched my boxers, and his response changed everything. “Whoa, you got a nice hard-on man.” His touch nearly caused me to come. All the sex talk had given me a raging boner. “Okay, so if you don’t want to suck me, I’ll suck you.” Those words echoed in my ears as he carefully pulled the waist band of my boxers down, to reveal my… radiant glory. As he whispered “nice,” he began to lick around the shaft and my balls before he worked his way up to the head, licking the sweet spot, which caused my dick to start leaking. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. After about two minutes of sucking, just when I felt like my dick was about to explode in pleasure, he pulled off, and inches from my face whispered “your turn.” I hesitated, and sensing my hesitation, Zack once again whispered, “come on, you know you want it. Make me feel as good as I made you feel.” Slowly I moved toward his cock. For the first time, I touched another guy, and my heart raced. As I leaned over to him, his scent of musk mixed with the scent of the campfire smoke was enticing me to take him in my mouth. I could feel his dick throbbing in my hand – the soft, yet hardness almost hot to the touch begged me to succumb to its desire. I could see a smattering a wetness coming from his piss slit, and as I touched it with my index finger, I smeared it around the huge mushroom head, which caused Zack to moan out “suck it damnit, just suck it.” Finally, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and took his head in my mouth. The feeling was euphoric. As I slowly got used to his size being in my mouth, I did as he did to me… as I started going up and down on him, I moved my tongue around the underside of his cock, which caused his pre-cum to start flowing into my mouth. The taste was so good, I had no choice but to swallow it. After a minute or two of sucking, he pulled out of my mouth to my surprise, and went back down on me. We did this for what seemed like a half an hour or so. He kept asking me if I had come yet, because apparently I had an endless flow of pre-cum – and still do. Then as we moved into such each other at the same time, I felt like it wasn’t going to be much longer before I was ready to come.”
“Oh my god, don’t tell me you guys came at the same time?”
“No.” I replied taking another long drink of my beer. “After sucking each other, laying on our sides, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but suddenly when it felt like I was ready to go over the edge of a cliff or a waterfall or roller coaster or something incredible, my cock unleashed its fury and exploded into Zack’s mouth, causing him to nearly gag on the massive amount of cum I shot into his mouth. He spit all of my come out onto my cock and balls, the remainder of what shot out after he took his mouth off my cock sprayed all over my stomach. As I rode the waves of my first orgasm with another man for as long as I could, I started jacking his cock, hoping he would do the same. I was not disappointed. Suddenly his body started to tense, his cock got extremely hard, and as my right hand moved up his cock to meet my mouth going down, the first wave of his semen shot down my throat. The taste was like nothing I’d tasted before, and with a split-second decision, I swallowed every drop he shot into my mouth. Sucking him until the last spasm subsided, I collapsed back on the bed, and with my right hand I felt my first load of cum now cooling on my wet stomach and groin; my cock still hard, my pubic hair covered with the sticky sweet mixture of cum and Zack's saliva, now running down between my legs.. That first time was something that I’ll remember forever, and sadly, it’s never been as good as that first time with Zack in the bed of my dad’s camper.” Sighing, I swallowed the last of my beer and sat back on the sofa.
Kyle leaned over towards me, close enough to smell the beer on his breath as he whispered softly, “Let’s go find out if we can make you forget that first time.” With that, I led him to my room.
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