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The next morning when I awoke I felt completely alive and in a fantastic mood. My bum tingled a little but there was no pain just a wonderful reminder of last night’s passions.
When I joined everybody at the kitchen table for breakfast they all commented about how much better I seemed except Malcolm who just stared at his breakfast cereal. Unperturbed I sat next to him brushing my leg against his, but getting just an angry glower in return. I was initially a little confused by his mood but felt so good within myself that it soon passed.
It was the penultimate day of the holiday and we had another trip out. Malcolm did not speak to me much and we only had one moment alone, in the toilet where he told me he was playing it cool to avoid suspicion, I accepted this as a good reason and did not try too hard after then. However I did spend nearly all day admiring his body, watching his pert bottom, his manly chest and arms: and imagining his cock and what fun we would have together as soon as we were alone.
After a dinner out we returned to our chalet to get ready for the evening. Once our parents were ready they suggested that Malcolm and I catch up with them at the clubhouse as we were all running a little late and they wanted to get a table. I jumped into the shower just as they left, and washed as quickly as possible knowing that Malcolm was still in his room dressing, or being naked as I hoped.
I dried in my room and found out the stockings that Malcolm had given me the day before. Rolling them up my leg, thinking of what I hoped was going to be a repeat of the night before, brought my cock to attention. I sneaked across to Malcolm’s room slowly opened the door and walked in trying to be as sexy as possible.
Malcolm was doing up his jeans he still had no shirt on but he was obviously getting ready to go out and not stay in.
He looked up at me. “What you doing?” it seemed more of a demand than a question.
“I thought we might…” I didn’t know what to say I was so shocked by his manner. Also I felt incredible embarrassment stood there in just a pair of stockings and with a diminishing erection.
“Look I said before, I am not gay I don’t want to go with boys.” He sounded annoyed.
“But what about last night?” I pleaded, “We both enjoyed it didn’t we?”
“I could imagine you were a girl last night, but I am not doing what you did as I am not queer.” I am sure now he was trying to convince himself not me.
“You don’t have to do anything different.” I was almost begging “I liked what we did last night, I am happy to do the same again if you like”
“Are you a poof then, gay, some kind of queer?” His tone unnerved me a little.
“No!” I exclaimed, but for the first time realising that I probably was. “I just enjoyed last night and thought you’d like a repeat.”
Malcolm sat and slumped on the side of the bed, he seemed really upset. Cautiously I sat next to him.
“You Ok? I asked and put an arm around his shoulders which he just shrugged in reply. I pulled him close and hushed into his ear. I felt suddenly bold as he seemed to relax into my embrace. I kissed his neck causing a sigh, my confidence, and my erection, rising. I continued to kiss his neck and nibble on his ears; his breathing and demeanour let me know I was having a good effect on him. I rubbed my hand over his chest and belly, he turned his face a little and I kissed his cheeks and nose, then his lips. He was slow to kiss back so I only kissed him gently not the full face sucking that we did the day before.
Malcolm’s hand found its way to my thigh, plucking at the stocking top. This emboldened me so I worked my hand down his belly and gently undid his jeans.
I knew I was doing well because his cock was rock hard as I took it into my hand and gently massaged it. Malcolm started to kiss me with more passion his hand gripped my thigh, I found myself hoping that he would place his hand on my cock which was as hard as his, however he seemed to be putting his hands anywhere but on my man parts. I didn’t dwell on this too much as I was still having the most wonderful time.
I masturbated him for a few moments then he asked if I would kiss his cock as I had before. My face lit up as I thought at last he is getting into it properly again. Malcolm leaned back on the bed and I bent forward and kissed the tip of his penis, a low moan came from his throat so I did it again. Casting my mind back to all I had read and seen about cock sucking I started to give my first blow job.
Firstly I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, his foreskin was partly open so when my tongue flicked over the slit of his helmet it made Malcolm jump and groan in pleasure. I then took the top of his erection in my mouth pushing the foreskin back with my lips as I did so, running my tongue around his glands savouring the taste, (which at the time I thought was similar to sweetened baked beans!!!)
My head bobbed up and down on his manhood taking nearly half his length in gently sucking and licking as I went
My hand cupped his hairy balls and I gently massaged them and the base of his cock as I gradually took more and more of his cock into my mouth.
A finger worked its way further between his legs but just as I was going to reach his anus to massage it and give him the same thrills he had me the night before. He jumped up and pushed me.
“Stop that!” He ordered, “Keep off of my arse, I told you I am not queer.”
“S s sorry” I stammered. “What do you want me too do?” I was incredibly confused
“Exactly what you were.” he was gentler again, “Just leave my arse alone.”
With a little trepidation I went back to work on his dick with my mouth. It was only moments before I was back into the swing of things, and Malcolm’s movements and groaning had my confidence up again. The realisation that I had lapped up a little pre-cum had my own cock leaking and aching.
I was starting to wonder whether I should ask to be fucked when Malcolm started to move his hips up and down, he placed his hand on the back of my head and started to pump his cock into his mouth. His balls tightened up and with the realisation of what was coming I sucked and slurped at his member with renewed vigour.
The first spurt of his ejaculation hit the back of my throat and I almost choked. The next three or four landed hot sticky and sweet on my tongue. I sucked his cock dry and swallowed that beautiful man juice down.
Looking up at Malcolm’s sweating and panting face I could not help but smile in satisfaction at a job well done. I moved to lie next to him and went to kiss him, but he pushed me away.
“I’ll have to go, they’ll wonder where we are.” Malcolm stood, did up his jeans threw on a t-shirt and left before I had even realised what had happened.
I lay back on the bed a little frustrated my cock hard and a little damp. I took my erection in my hand and pumped at it remembering the feel of Malcolm’s orgasm in my mouth. It was only seconds later that I came all over my belly. I looked down at the white puddles on my belly, then I wiped up all I could with my fingers and then sucked my spunk off of them, enjoying it immensely.
In two evenings my arse had taken its first cock and I had performed my first blowjob and although confused by my partner’s actions, it was the most wonderful of feelings. Despite the previous denials I knew I wanted man sex…
When I joined everybody at the kitchen table for breakfast they all commented about how much better I seemed except Malcolm who just stared at his breakfast cereal. Unperturbed I sat next to him brushing my leg against his, but getting just an angry glower in return. I was initially a little confused by his mood but felt so good within myself that it soon passed.
It was the penultimate day of the holiday and we had another trip out. Malcolm did not speak to me much and we only had one moment alone, in the toilet where he told me he was playing it cool to avoid suspicion, I accepted this as a good reason and did not try too hard after then. However I did spend nearly all day admiring his body, watching his pert bottom, his manly chest and arms: and imagining his cock and what fun we would have together as soon as we were alone.
After a dinner out we returned to our chalet to get ready for the evening. Once our parents were ready they suggested that Malcolm and I catch up with them at the clubhouse as we were all running a little late and they wanted to get a table. I jumped into the shower just as they left, and washed as quickly as possible knowing that Malcolm was still in his room dressing, or being naked as I hoped.
I dried in my room and found out the stockings that Malcolm had given me the day before. Rolling them up my leg, thinking of what I hoped was going to be a repeat of the night before, brought my cock to attention. I sneaked across to Malcolm’s room slowly opened the door and walked in trying to be as sexy as possible.
Malcolm was doing up his jeans he still had no shirt on but he was obviously getting ready to go out and not stay in.
He looked up at me. “What you doing?” it seemed more of a demand than a question.
“I thought we might…” I didn’t know what to say I was so shocked by his manner. Also I felt incredible embarrassment stood there in just a pair of stockings and with a diminishing erection.
“Look I said before, I am not gay I don’t want to go with boys.” He sounded annoyed.
“But what about last night?” I pleaded, “We both enjoyed it didn’t we?”
“I could imagine you were a girl last night, but I am not doing what you did as I am not queer.” I am sure now he was trying to convince himself not me.
“You don’t have to do anything different.” I was almost begging “I liked what we did last night, I am happy to do the same again if you like”
“Are you a poof then, gay, some kind of queer?” His tone unnerved me a little.
“No!” I exclaimed, but for the first time realising that I probably was. “I just enjoyed last night and thought you’d like a repeat.”
Malcolm sat and slumped on the side of the bed, he seemed really upset. Cautiously I sat next to him.
“You Ok? I asked and put an arm around his shoulders which he just shrugged in reply. I pulled him close and hushed into his ear. I felt suddenly bold as he seemed to relax into my embrace. I kissed his neck causing a sigh, my confidence, and my erection, rising. I continued to kiss his neck and nibble on his ears; his breathing and demeanour let me know I was having a good effect on him. I rubbed my hand over his chest and belly, he turned his face a little and I kissed his cheeks and nose, then his lips. He was slow to kiss back so I only kissed him gently not the full face sucking that we did the day before.
Malcolm’s hand found its way to my thigh, plucking at the stocking top. This emboldened me so I worked my hand down his belly and gently undid his jeans.
I knew I was doing well because his cock was rock hard as I took it into my hand and gently massaged it. Malcolm started to kiss me with more passion his hand gripped my thigh, I found myself hoping that he would place his hand on my cock which was as hard as his, however he seemed to be putting his hands anywhere but on my man parts. I didn’t dwell on this too much as I was still having the most wonderful time.
I masturbated him for a few moments then he asked if I would kiss his cock as I had before. My face lit up as I thought at last he is getting into it properly again. Malcolm leaned back on the bed and I bent forward and kissed the tip of his penis, a low moan came from his throat so I did it again. Casting my mind back to all I had read and seen about cock sucking I started to give my first blow job.
Firstly I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, his foreskin was partly open so when my tongue flicked over the slit of his helmet it made Malcolm jump and groan in pleasure. I then took the top of his erection in my mouth pushing the foreskin back with my lips as I did so, running my tongue around his glands savouring the taste, (which at the time I thought was similar to sweetened baked beans!!!)
My head bobbed up and down on his manhood taking nearly half his length in gently sucking and licking as I went
My hand cupped his hairy balls and I gently massaged them and the base of his cock as I gradually took more and more of his cock into my mouth.
A finger worked its way further between his legs but just as I was going to reach his anus to massage it and give him the same thrills he had me the night before. He jumped up and pushed me.
“Stop that!” He ordered, “Keep off of my arse, I told you I am not queer.”
“S s sorry” I stammered. “What do you want me too do?” I was incredibly confused
“Exactly what you were.” he was gentler again, “Just leave my arse alone.”
With a little trepidation I went back to work on his dick with my mouth. It was only moments before I was back into the swing of things, and Malcolm’s movements and groaning had my confidence up again. The realisation that I had lapped up a little pre-cum had my own cock leaking and aching.
I was starting to wonder whether I should ask to be fucked when Malcolm started to move his hips up and down, he placed his hand on the back of my head and started to pump his cock into his mouth. His balls tightened up and with the realisation of what was coming I sucked and slurped at his member with renewed vigour.
The first spurt of his ejaculation hit the back of my throat and I almost choked. The next three or four landed hot sticky and sweet on my tongue. I sucked his cock dry and swallowed that beautiful man juice down.
Looking up at Malcolm’s sweating and panting face I could not help but smile in satisfaction at a job well done. I moved to lie next to him and went to kiss him, but he pushed me away.
“I’ll have to go, they’ll wonder where we are.” Malcolm stood, did up his jeans threw on a t-shirt and left before I had even realised what had happened.
I lay back on the bed a little frustrated my cock hard and a little damp. I took my erection in my hand and pumped at it remembering the feel of Malcolm’s orgasm in my mouth. It was only seconds later that I came all over my belly. I looked down at the white puddles on my belly, then I wiped up all I could with my fingers and then sucked my spunk off of them, enjoying it immensely.
In two evenings my arse had taken its first cock and I had performed my first blowjob and although confused by my partner’s actions, it was the most wonderful of feelings. Despite the previous denials I knew I wanted man sex…
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