Lucy Bruce and Janie (and me) Pt1

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Lucy Bruce and Janie (and me) Pt1Getting all my experiences for the first time in one weekend…..I was in the boys showers at school after Friday evening track practice. I’m not big, but I’m quick with endurance and, even as a high-school junior, I was representing the school in the 1500 and the 5000 meters. Training for middle and long-distance is a solitary endeavor and I was alone in the shower room. It was the end of the track season and the start of football so the football team had been out on the field running drills and they all piled into the showers just as I was finishing. All big and buff and naked and full of energy and I felt tiny and ridiculous near these bigger boys, most of whom were seniors. I finished my shower as quickly as possible and was getting out, keeping my head low and not wanting to be noticed and teased for my small stature and comparative puniness. I was probably safe, anyway… Winning events for the school, getting a letter… there’s some respect due for that. But you know what ballers can be like… just to be on the safe side I tried not to be noticed.But with my head down, I found myself looking at all the dicks swinging freely between the muscular legs of the football team. Nothing unusual about naked boys in a school shower and nobody seemed to notice where I was inadvertently looking. But then I saw one cock. One huge penis. Fat and long and dangling. It was bigger than any I had ever seen. I was amazed and shocked… and stared, I guess.”Take a picture, it’ll last longer”I looked up and it was Bruce, the school’s star receiver. And my sister’s occasional boyfriend.He’d only whispered. Not loud enough for any of the other boys to hear, which saved me from eternal embarrassment.I mumbled something about sorry and didn’t mean to and hustled past. Drying myself and dressing as quick as I güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri could I got out of the locker room before any of the football team came in.As I cycled home, I just kept thinking about Bruce and his enormous cock. Thought about him and my sister, Lucy. But I put that out of my mind… I’d never thought about another boy before, but… it was so big. I imagined what it would be like to have a cock that big. I felt an erection in my pants. From thinking about Bruce’s dick. Then I felt shamed and guilty that I was thinking about it, but my erection didn’t go down. The more I tried not to think about it, the harder I got. The up and down motion of my legs as I rode my bike was making it worse. Up and down. Rubbing my erection trapped in my jeans. Trying not to think about Bruce. His big penis.Up and down.. my thighs rubbing my stiff dick… until – without any warning – I shot in my pants. I nearly fell off my bike. As soon as I got home, I said I was going to get on with my homework. Went up to my room and pulled off my jeans and my jockey’s that were soaked in cum. My cock was still hard, and my cum was slick all up it’s length. Time for desperate measures… I fired up the computer… pretty soon I was looking at some nice, safe, straight porn. It didn’t take long and I was watching a cute girl getting fucked hard. The man’s cock driving into her slippery cunt. As the man pulled out and shot his cum on her belly I reached my second orgasm in 15 minutes. Nice, safe, straight porn… but had I been more interested in seeing the guy’s big cock shoot than the girl’s sweet tight pussy? What had got me over? The fucking, or him cumming? I put on some lesbian stuff. Got hard again and quickly stroked myself to a third cum while I watched a girl ramming her fingers into the vagina güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri of her friend.So that was alright then. No cocks in sight.What I really needed was a girlfriend, but I’d never managed that so far. I’m OK looking and not a geek, but I guess my obsession with running keeps me from being in the right places to meet girls. And my lack of experience makes me pretty shy, I guess.So yeah, at the time I was still a virgin. Not that the interwebs hadn’t provided lots of visual instruction on the art of love…Since I was in my room, I actually did my homework. Sitting with my cummy, limp (finally) cock between my thighs, I did some French translation. Somehow I got a buzz out of doing French with a bare ass and my cock hanging out.Then I pulled on some fresh briefs and my jeans and went down and joined the folks for supper.The next Friday after my training I tried to avoid a repetition. I was already dressing when the football guys came in. I just kept myself to myself as they stripped off and headed into the shower room. But, when I stood up to leave, one player was still loitering. Bruce was standing between me and the door. Naked. I couldn’t help myself… my eyes lowered to look at his massive penis. “I told you,” he whispered “take a picture”. I looked up at him with confusion on my face… why – why was he making sure I got a look at him in the nude and then – what? – mocking me? Teasing me? I booked it before he could see what I could feel… a growing hard-on in my jeans. I got home this time without cumming in my pants again, but I needed relief when I got upstairs. This time I didn’t turn on the computer. I just stroked my cock as I remembered Bruce, standing there in the changing room, deliberately showing me his dick. My orgasm was intense, but then my guilt and inhibitions güvenilir bahis şirketleri took over. It was so confusing.I was still feeling guilty and confused about my reaction to Bruce’s nakedness the next Monday. I didn’t think I was suddenly gay. Can you suddenly get gay? No. It was just because Bruce’s cock was so big and different that I’d stared. And that had made me think about it as I rode home the first time… But why did I get and erection? And come without exactly touching myself – except for the movement of my legs… and how strong had that cum been last Friday evening while I thought about him? Did I like his cock? Did I like cock now? I admitted to myself that, at least, I liked Bruce’s.So yes. Confused. Different confusion when I opened my locker at the end of school and someone had slipped an envelope inside. On the cover was printed ‘open in private’. I slipped it into my bag and rode home. It was nothing unusual to just yell a greeting and run up to my room, but that Monday I was in more of a hurry than usual. Filled with curiosity about the mystery envelope.I grabbed it out of my bag and unsealed it. Inside were some folded sheets of computer paper which I opened up to see 3 printed photographs of a very large, penis. One when it was soft, one when it was hard, and one with the proud owner’s hand around the thick base as he was obviously masturbating. I recognized it, of course. Bruce. ‘Take a picture’ he’d said. He’d saved me the trouble. I got hard immediately and spread the three pictures out on my bed. Now I let my imagination free and suppressed my inhibitions. I thought of stroking that magnificent cock. Imagined giving Bruce a hand job. I was so inexperienced, that was all I needed. I came hard and fast. Some of my cum shot onto the middle picture and I was sorry I’d spoiled it. But when I was done, I didn’t regret masturbating with nothing but cock on my mind. Bruce had given me my first gay orgasm. Or bi-, at least. Girls at school were still interesting to me. Next day in school I found another envelope in my locker. When I opened it, it was an email address. And instructions to call it on Skype at 9pm.

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