The Liberation Of Father Mortimer
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My First Time. free porn video
So I decided to release some of this extra sexual desires I've been having so much lately by dabbing into some erotica. This would be my first try at it, and so I decided to start by telling you about my first time with a man. Somewhat cliche, I agree; but it seems that it always best to give a beginning to your journey, and thats what I would like to write down; my sexual journey.
Im the youngest of 5 c***dren, so sex was introduced early in my life, whether it was occasionally seeing one of my older brothers or sisters naked in the bathroom, or just school boy curiosity with classmates, sex seems to always have been present in my life. Now just because it was always in the backdrop that does not mean that the feelings and desires that come along with sexuality were talked about, let alone commended. This means that I also grew up learning to repress and restraint sexual thoughts and desires- needless to say that I grew up catholic in a Latin American country. Repression and constraint from impure thoughts and actions was a concept preached to me by most of my elders, yet sex was present in all of their lives and affairs. Sex is inescapable yet they all told me to run from it. I must admit too; there was part of me for some time that did try to do just that, but sex was always finding its way back into my daily life, whether it was from having lustful thoughts in church after seeing a sexy mom in skirt and stockings, or getting aroused at hearing about the male penis in school. Sex and eroticism has always been a d**g I have craved in my life; the doses of it have been different at times, but it is always in me.
What sexual repression thought me was how sweet the fruit can taste after wanting it so long. with time and build up, the payoff is better. Just as I experienced in sex itself, the more foreplay and sensual touching, kissing, and even spanking before the actual penetration, the all more explosive and pleasurable the climax and “outcum”;)
Although I had had harmless and curious play with both boys and girls before “my first time”, and although this is not a “how I lost my virginity” story (there wasn’t ever any penetration involved in it), I do consider it to be my first time my libido truly awoke and I truly enjoyed sexual pleasure. I also dare to say that it was my first time that I felt love spring inside me. So, let me begin with a little background; I was thirteen and had moved to the states with my family a couple of years before, and this one summer I found myself with nothing to do, both of my parents worked a lot back then, my older siblings had their teenage dramas to deal with, and both of my best friends both out of the state, so it seemed as it was going to be a sucky summer.
I refused to go to any of the god forsaken summer camps around my town or really hangout with the savage neighborhood k**s who always ended up fighting each other. So it was between the bed and couch all day watching TV and wasting away, but in between hours of reruns of saved by the bell I would hit my apartment complex’s pool; now there were two pools at this complex, one where all the k**s would go and scream, shout, splash and all that fun, and the other one where the adults would go to just launch around and swim, “the old people’s pool”. Although most k**s never wanted to go there because of the name and the fact that it was a bit further walking distance than the other pool, I much preferred it. I always enjoyed swimming, and go do so at that pool; besides, the pool was usually always empty after 5pm.
In one of those many evening swims, I ran into a neighbor of mine (never really hung out with him) who went to my school and his cousin. Now, my neighbor was a bit odd and not in the good way, but his 27 years old cousin from Virginia was the total opposite, let’s call him “Brett”. His cousin was down there looking for a job. He had your typical guy next door type of look, medium height, short hair, fair-faced, broad shoulders, flat stomach, and brown eyes. He had been in his schools swimming team and was very much into drawing and painting much like me. We became friends and hung out whenever we could that summer in the pool and talk anything; his cousin would tag along but would always find a way to retrieve to his own little world. We would end up swimming and chatting just the two. However it didn’t get sexual, no yet just then….
The summer came and went and we would still see each other every now and then, he started working so we would see each other less. This one afternoon after school I ran to him and he told me he had picked up a house-sitting job in the evenings by my school, if I ever wanted to swing by and chat. So I did, a couple of times, before this one Friday evening I stayed late afterschool working on a school project. I had gotten dark and I must admit I got a little scared of walking home alone, so I quickly ran to where Brett was house-sitting ( about block and a half away). I wanted to persuade him to give me a ride home in his car, he told me, “Sure, no problem, but you wanna hang out a bit first?” watch some TV? I always enjoyed hanging out with him and so we watched comedy movies and ate junk food on the couch, then we started talking about girls and sex, he told me about having sex with older women and young girls too, he started telling me how he would take them, what he liked to do, what he thought was sexy on a woman, and I must admit I began to get horny.
My face got flustered as it does when I get excited and blood started flowing. We had managed to become close together as we were sharing the couch. He saw my reddish cheeks and naughty grin on one side of my face. He also laughed and started asking me about my “sexual escapades”. To say that my experience was meager is to exaggerate, so that was what I did, I exaggerated the very few blowjobs and finger banging I had had with girlfriends in school. He did a good job of being impressed of the things I told him and asked me specifics of what I like have done to me and how, I answered the less awckardly as I could. Again, he agreed with my response and followed up by asking me, so how big is it?
My eyes opened surprised and looked at him. He laughed and asked, “is it big?” I got really self-conscious and like a stupid school yard boy I defended my pee-pee, and told him that it was alright and nothing to feel sorry for. He again laughed, laid back and began to become more comfortable on the couch. There was a light pause and just the crickets spoke for a sec. Then my eyes went from his face all the way down his laid out body and stopped at his crotch were his right hand rested. My curious mind and body wanted to know more and timidly asked him, “how ‘bout yours? Is it big?” he brought his other hand down to make cup with both hands and groped his package. “ I do alright, nothing to feel sorry for, you know?”, he finished off with a big grin and stare. My eyes widened again and I gave him the biggest smile, we both knew we were horny and wanted to feel each other. “You wanna measure them? You wanna take a look at them?” he asked me. “Sure.” I timidly answered, but really deep inside of me I was bursting full of adrenaline and lusty feelings, secretly cheering the fact that he wanted to show me his big cock.
“Lets go into the other room where its more private.” Thinking back on it, he probably just didn’t any neighbors seeing through the living room windows, but I thought it someone romantic that he took me by the hand to what was his bedroom while he house sat. Brett had it laid out somewhat of a small dorm. I set down on his mattress he had laid out on the floor. I may have said some dorky thing like “comfy” while I bounced on it and laughed. Brett smiled at me , all the while he stroke his bulge over his jeans. He then took his shirt off, revealing the same body I had seen the whole summer before, but somehow this time, it felt different. His body seemed more muscular, more masculine and sturdier. His every dimple around his stomach and abs seemed deeper and more cut. The hair covering his strong chest seemed darker and drove me crazy! He sat right next down to me and he again smiled at me. I pulled close to him, to his face and then laid my face on his chest. I started kissing his chest and rub my face on his thick hairy chest, loving his thick hair brush my face. I rubbed his smooth stomach and passed my other hand on the part of his chest that didn’t have my face nestled in it, taking in his virile smell and feeling his strong grip on me. His patted kissed the top of my head, I rose my eyes to him and smiled, pulled to hi face again, where I kissed him. I remember, deep and warm French kissing followed by small lovebird pecks. Again I buried my face on his chest and he told me sweet nothings, of how sweet and cute I was. My hands remained on his torso, but I could feel his penis bulking against my side.
“It feels so big.” I said totally coquette, trying to make him get as hard as possible. My hand quickly then started moving down his happy trail, caressing his every hair and muscle. I laid my hand over his tightly packaged crotch. His cock was outlined in his jeans, I could see the big thick treat waiting for me. But I enjoyed caressing it, stroking it over his jeans, I put my face next to it smelling it, slightly touching with my face while I took in its detailed outline and smell. Brett started undoing his pants, pulled down his zipper, just revealing half of his thick stick. “oh, wow” I looked up at him and then dug my hand in to completely take out his big, thick, 8 inch man rod. I must admit I immediately flt in love with it, it was the first time I ever had full grown penis in my hands, and it seemed giant in my boy hands. I began to slowly stroke it up and down, slowly feeling it get harder and harder in my hands. To be honest, I was somewhat in trance of it, looking at its every vein and bump. I pulled back his foreskin to reveal his engorged helmet. I put my face up against his stick and ran my face up and down, bumping my nose against his big cock head. Brett moaned and told me it felt good. “Here, lets see yours”. I panicked as I realized it was my turn to show my 13 year old stick. I was having so much fun, I forgot I promised to show mine. He kissed me again, played a little with my nipples and started touching my penis. I kissed him while he undid my pants and took it out. He looked down on it and said, “nice.” I felt so relieved and once again began to love the pleasure Brett made me feel. I again targeted myself down to his penis, began teasing it, kissing it, caressing it with my lips, feeling it getting thicker and thicker in my hand. Although his cock was completely stiff, its skin still felt soft to in my hand. I pecked kissed it and then slowly began putting it in my mouth, slowly getting it wet and filling my small mouth. Brett moaned which made me get so excited as I got all his head and part of his neck in my mouth. I clumsily got my teeth on it and made Brett joke “Careful not to bite it, just like a lolli”. I looked up at him and continued deep kissing. The sloshing and smacking sounds followed by Brett’s lustful comments would interrupt the night. He massaged my head as I became stuck to his cock. I tried to fit as as much as I could and tickled him with my tongue. He got me on all fours, as took off his pants and laid back, with his pole in full erection. I went back to sucking his cock and started playing with his hairy balls. Brett began playing with my butt, spanking it and caressing each cheek with his strong hands. I was in heaven with my mouth full, and Brett loved it too. He played with my butt and kept slapping it, he eventually work his way into my cheeks and parted them by swiping his hand up and down. My butt cheeks and insides became aroused; I got hornier and began moving my hips around teasing my asshole, presenting it to him. He managed to stop my squirming by inserting the tip of his thumb up my hole. It felt god, real good. I moaned with a mouthful and I continued slowing pleasuring Brett as he slowly fingered and gaped me. He was very gentle and never rushed anything; everything seemed to go as far as it should have. We didn’t end up having actual full penetration but we did later that night repeat the very somewhat curious, yet passionate acts again.
Brett took me home early next morning, we shook hands and gave us a hug. I had to sneak back into my bedroom, making sure not to wake anyone up and lay in bed to later pretend as I had come in late the night before. Which, I did not. I woke my sister up and she ratted me out to my parents. I lied about where I had spent the night, got grounded and couldn’t leave the house for next weeks. I missed going over to Brett’s like that ever again, but I did hang out once more in the pool before he left. So, that’s the story of really ever exploding with feelings, lust, sensuality, desire, and love (even if short-lived). Now all sexual experiences after have been trying to revive or surpass those feelings I had my first time.
Im the youngest of 5 c***dren, so sex was introduced early in my life, whether it was occasionally seeing one of my older brothers or sisters naked in the bathroom, or just school boy curiosity with classmates, sex seems to always have been present in my life. Now just because it was always in the backdrop that does not mean that the feelings and desires that come along with sexuality were talked about, let alone commended. This means that I also grew up learning to repress and restraint sexual thoughts and desires- needless to say that I grew up catholic in a Latin American country. Repression and constraint from impure thoughts and actions was a concept preached to me by most of my elders, yet sex was present in all of their lives and affairs. Sex is inescapable yet they all told me to run from it. I must admit too; there was part of me for some time that did try to do just that, but sex was always finding its way back into my daily life, whether it was from having lustful thoughts in church after seeing a sexy mom in skirt and stockings, or getting aroused at hearing about the male penis in school. Sex and eroticism has always been a d**g I have craved in my life; the doses of it have been different at times, but it is always in me.
What sexual repression thought me was how sweet the fruit can taste after wanting it so long. with time and build up, the payoff is better. Just as I experienced in sex itself, the more foreplay and sensual touching, kissing, and even spanking before the actual penetration, the all more explosive and pleasurable the climax and “outcum”;)
Although I had had harmless and curious play with both boys and girls before “my first time”, and although this is not a “how I lost my virginity” story (there wasn’t ever any penetration involved in it), I do consider it to be my first time my libido truly awoke and I truly enjoyed sexual pleasure. I also dare to say that it was my first time that I felt love spring inside me. So, let me begin with a little background; I was thirteen and had moved to the states with my family a couple of years before, and this one summer I found myself with nothing to do, both of my parents worked a lot back then, my older siblings had their teenage dramas to deal with, and both of my best friends both out of the state, so it seemed as it was going to be a sucky summer.
I refused to go to any of the god forsaken summer camps around my town or really hangout with the savage neighborhood k**s who always ended up fighting each other. So it was between the bed and couch all day watching TV and wasting away, but in between hours of reruns of saved by the bell I would hit my apartment complex’s pool; now there were two pools at this complex, one where all the k**s would go and scream, shout, splash and all that fun, and the other one where the adults would go to just launch around and swim, “the old people’s pool”. Although most k**s never wanted to go there because of the name and the fact that it was a bit further walking distance than the other pool, I much preferred it. I always enjoyed swimming, and go do so at that pool; besides, the pool was usually always empty after 5pm.
In one of those many evening swims, I ran into a neighbor of mine (never really hung out with him) who went to my school and his cousin. Now, my neighbor was a bit odd and not in the good way, but his 27 years old cousin from Virginia was the total opposite, let’s call him “Brett”. His cousin was down there looking for a job. He had your typical guy next door type of look, medium height, short hair, fair-faced, broad shoulders, flat stomach, and brown eyes. He had been in his schools swimming team and was very much into drawing and painting much like me. We became friends and hung out whenever we could that summer in the pool and talk anything; his cousin would tag along but would always find a way to retrieve to his own little world. We would end up swimming and chatting just the two. However it didn’t get sexual, no yet just then….
The summer came and went and we would still see each other every now and then, he started working so we would see each other less. This one afternoon after school I ran to him and he told me he had picked up a house-sitting job in the evenings by my school, if I ever wanted to swing by and chat. So I did, a couple of times, before this one Friday evening I stayed late afterschool working on a school project. I had gotten dark and I must admit I got a little scared of walking home alone, so I quickly ran to where Brett was house-sitting ( about block and a half away). I wanted to persuade him to give me a ride home in his car, he told me, “Sure, no problem, but you wanna hang out a bit first?” watch some TV? I always enjoyed hanging out with him and so we watched comedy movies and ate junk food on the couch, then we started talking about girls and sex, he told me about having sex with older women and young girls too, he started telling me how he would take them, what he liked to do, what he thought was sexy on a woman, and I must admit I began to get horny.
My face got flustered as it does when I get excited and blood started flowing. We had managed to become close together as we were sharing the couch. He saw my reddish cheeks and naughty grin on one side of my face. He also laughed and started asking me about my “sexual escapades”. To say that my experience was meager is to exaggerate, so that was what I did, I exaggerated the very few blowjobs and finger banging I had had with girlfriends in school. He did a good job of being impressed of the things I told him and asked me specifics of what I like have done to me and how, I answered the less awckardly as I could. Again, he agreed with my response and followed up by asking me, so how big is it?
My eyes opened surprised and looked at him. He laughed and asked, “is it big?” I got really self-conscious and like a stupid school yard boy I defended my pee-pee, and told him that it was alright and nothing to feel sorry for. He again laughed, laid back and began to become more comfortable on the couch. There was a light pause and just the crickets spoke for a sec. Then my eyes went from his face all the way down his laid out body and stopped at his crotch were his right hand rested. My curious mind and body wanted to know more and timidly asked him, “how ‘bout yours? Is it big?” he brought his other hand down to make cup with both hands and groped his package. “ I do alright, nothing to feel sorry for, you know?”, he finished off with a big grin and stare. My eyes widened again and I gave him the biggest smile, we both knew we were horny and wanted to feel each other. “You wanna measure them? You wanna take a look at them?” he asked me. “Sure.” I timidly answered, but really deep inside of me I was bursting full of adrenaline and lusty feelings, secretly cheering the fact that he wanted to show me his big cock.
“Lets go into the other room where its more private.” Thinking back on it, he probably just didn’t any neighbors seeing through the living room windows, but I thought it someone romantic that he took me by the hand to what was his bedroom while he house sat. Brett had it laid out somewhat of a small dorm. I set down on his mattress he had laid out on the floor. I may have said some dorky thing like “comfy” while I bounced on it and laughed. Brett smiled at me , all the while he stroke his bulge over his jeans. He then took his shirt off, revealing the same body I had seen the whole summer before, but somehow this time, it felt different. His body seemed more muscular, more masculine and sturdier. His every dimple around his stomach and abs seemed deeper and more cut. The hair covering his strong chest seemed darker and drove me crazy! He sat right next down to me and he again smiled at me. I pulled close to him, to his face and then laid my face on his chest. I started kissing his chest and rub my face on his thick hairy chest, loving his thick hair brush my face. I rubbed his smooth stomach and passed my other hand on the part of his chest that didn’t have my face nestled in it, taking in his virile smell and feeling his strong grip on me. His patted kissed the top of my head, I rose my eyes to him and smiled, pulled to hi face again, where I kissed him. I remember, deep and warm French kissing followed by small lovebird pecks. Again I buried my face on his chest and he told me sweet nothings, of how sweet and cute I was. My hands remained on his torso, but I could feel his penis bulking against my side.
“It feels so big.” I said totally coquette, trying to make him get as hard as possible. My hand quickly then started moving down his happy trail, caressing his every hair and muscle. I laid my hand over his tightly packaged crotch. His cock was outlined in his jeans, I could see the big thick treat waiting for me. But I enjoyed caressing it, stroking it over his jeans, I put my face next to it smelling it, slightly touching with my face while I took in its detailed outline and smell. Brett started undoing his pants, pulled down his zipper, just revealing half of his thick stick. “oh, wow” I looked up at him and then dug my hand in to completely take out his big, thick, 8 inch man rod. I must admit I immediately flt in love with it, it was the first time I ever had full grown penis in my hands, and it seemed giant in my boy hands. I began to slowly stroke it up and down, slowly feeling it get harder and harder in my hands. To be honest, I was somewhat in trance of it, looking at its every vein and bump. I pulled back his foreskin to reveal his engorged helmet. I put my face up against his stick and ran my face up and down, bumping my nose against his big cock head. Brett moaned and told me it felt good. “Here, lets see yours”. I panicked as I realized it was my turn to show my 13 year old stick. I was having so much fun, I forgot I promised to show mine. He kissed me again, played a little with my nipples and started touching my penis. I kissed him while he undid my pants and took it out. He looked down on it and said, “nice.” I felt so relieved and once again began to love the pleasure Brett made me feel. I again targeted myself down to his penis, began teasing it, kissing it, caressing it with my lips, feeling it getting thicker and thicker in my hand. Although his cock was completely stiff, its skin still felt soft to in my hand. I pecked kissed it and then slowly began putting it in my mouth, slowly getting it wet and filling my small mouth. Brett moaned which made me get so excited as I got all his head and part of his neck in my mouth. I clumsily got my teeth on it and made Brett joke “Careful not to bite it, just like a lolli”. I looked up at him and continued deep kissing. The sloshing and smacking sounds followed by Brett’s lustful comments would interrupt the night. He massaged my head as I became stuck to his cock. I tried to fit as as much as I could and tickled him with my tongue. He got me on all fours, as took off his pants and laid back, with his pole in full erection. I went back to sucking his cock and started playing with his hairy balls. Brett began playing with my butt, spanking it and caressing each cheek with his strong hands. I was in heaven with my mouth full, and Brett loved it too. He played with my butt and kept slapping it, he eventually work his way into my cheeks and parted them by swiping his hand up and down. My butt cheeks and insides became aroused; I got hornier and began moving my hips around teasing my asshole, presenting it to him. He managed to stop my squirming by inserting the tip of his thumb up my hole. It felt god, real good. I moaned with a mouthful and I continued slowing pleasuring Brett as he slowly fingered and gaped me. He was very gentle and never rushed anything; everything seemed to go as far as it should have. We didn’t end up having actual full penetration but we did later that night repeat the very somewhat curious, yet passionate acts again.
Brett took me home early next morning, we shook hands and gave us a hug. I had to sneak back into my bedroom, making sure not to wake anyone up and lay in bed to later pretend as I had come in late the night before. Which, I did not. I woke my sister up and she ratted me out to my parents. I lied about where I had spent the night, got grounded and couldn’t leave the house for next weeks. I missed going over to Brett’s like that ever again, but I did hang out once more in the pool before he left. So, that’s the story of really ever exploding with feelings, lust, sensuality, desire, and love (even if short-lived). Now all sexual experiences after have been trying to revive or surpass those feelings I had my first time.
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