How it started... A second chance.
I guess it was a missd opportunity. I even realized it back then, but did not act on it. I should of, I have regretted not doing so ever since. Walking into my best friends bedroom to wake him up for school, he rolled out of his bed's covers compleltely naked. The unexpected sight, as he layed there seemingly still alseep, took my breath away. I had thought about sucking cock before, the thought thrilled me. Images of cock in magazines thrilled me, but I had never seen another boy nude before. He looked incredible and stirred such strong feelings of lust and desire inside of me. Yet, I did nothing. His gorgeous, soft dick laying across his upper thigh. I had never seen anything sexier. I know now, I probably knew then, that he was waiting there, hoping that I would touch him, suck him. But, I did nothing.
So many years later, I still thought about that morning. I had stroked myself many times to the image of him laying there. It was burned into my memory. I imagined what might of been. The encounters we might of had. I wondered if he thought about it, too. Did he ever think about how incredible it might lf been? If I had only sat down on tje bed next to him. If I had only tried. His naked body looked so good. Tanned and toned, his tan lines from his swimsuit. His toned abs, his slim waist. His tight and full balls, how they seemed to call to me and draw my mouth to them. If I had only touched his leg. Maybe he would of moaned out to encourage me. Maybe he would of became hard because of my attention. Could you imagine? A sexy, teen, laying there, throbbing for your attention. His hard cock bouncing, his full balls drawn tight to his shaft. His head to the side, his mouth gaped, his breathing labored from the anticipation.
Would we of kissed? Would we of made out as we stroked each other's cocks? Would we of fucked? Would we of became lovers? Maybe it would of just been incredible sex and pleasures and orgasms and cumshots. I so regretted not knowing.
So many years later, would I let that opportunity escape me twice? Facebook had created a way to connect and I secretly used it to find my lost friend. After the usual questions between long lost friends, we exchanged numbers and were soon texting. Cautiously, I asked if he remembered that morning. I tried to ne casual. He texted back, no, that he did not. "What morning?" he asked. I wrote that I had walked into his room, he was still asleep in his bed, but rolled out from under his covers.There was no response, then the words, "Call me."
He asked what I was talking about, but it seemed that he knew. With the safety of time and distance, just a voice on a phone, I shared with him how I regretted not acting on the chance. He opened up, too. He said how he had been so curious, even desperate back then to feel another boy's touch and to touch him back. With it all out in the open and with a sense that there was nothing to lose, he said that he still did and he wished we had explored those desires together. My cock began to stir, the memory came flooding back and so real now. I knew that there was real meaning in that morning, now. I would not miss that chance again.
"Do you want to met sometime?" My words bounced around in my head as if I could not believe I had actually said them. A thought that in an instant, somehow had become vocalized. All I could think about was years of unfulfilled desires and thoughts of what might of been. It may of been only seconds, but waiting for his response seemed forever. Then, the words, "Yes, I'd love to," rang out like a bell.
It was all I could think about. As our meeting got closer, nerves were replaced by desire. I just wanted this so much. I had to know what I, what we, missed out on. I thought about meeting in a bar. I thought about meeting in a park. Those just seemed like a waste of time. Time that could be better spent. We agreed to meet at a hotel. He got a room and texted me the number. I thought I might be more nervous, but I just wasn't. I was just excited. I knocked softly and was greeted by the same handsome face that I remembered as a teenager. We both knew why we were there, there was no reason to pretend. I told him that I would love to see him naked again. He quickly undressed and so did I. He still had the same fit, sexy body. A little heavier, of course. A little rounder and hairier, but very much the same to me, and his cock! Oh my, his cock looked like the sexiest thing I had ever seen. His cock looked simply amazing! I was mesmerized seeing it swing and move. I wanted to suck it. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to relive that morning, but this time with a much different ending. This time, I would leave nothing to chance.
"Will you lay down, I want to suck you." It felt good to say it. There, it was out in the open. He layed back on the bed and my eyes took in every second of seeing that stunning cock move again. I followed him onto the bed. I did what I had dreamed of, I did what I wished I had done years before. I kissed his soft shaft and felt it move under my lips. I was hard in an instant. There was no doubt how much I wanted this. He just layed back, and I made love to his dick with my mouth. I don't know how else to describe it. I kissed it, I licked it, slowly passionately, lovingly. I licked and sucked hs balls, then ran my tongue along his throbbing length. An uncontrolled moan escaped my lips as I sucked him and felt him push against the back of my throat. Harder, faster, I sucked his cock, wanting to make him shoot his load. Lewd, loud sucking sounds. I moaned around his delicious cock. "Mmm mmm mmm," I loved it, I did not hide it. I could hear his heavy breathing. I felt his hand touch my shoulder. His hips bucked and he shook, I tasted his cum as his cock throbbed in my mouth. My eyes rolled back and I moaned. It tasted so good, so amazingly good. I swallowed it and savored the flavor. My hand stroked his thigh in appreciation.
So many years later, I still thought about that morning. I had stroked myself many times to the image of him laying there. It was burned into my memory. I imagined what might of been. The encounters we might of had. I wondered if he thought about it, too. Did he ever think about how incredible it might lf been? If I had only sat down on tje bed next to him. If I had only tried. His naked body looked so good. Tanned and toned, his tan lines from his swimsuit. His toned abs, his slim waist. His tight and full balls, how they seemed to call to me and draw my mouth to them. If I had only touched his leg. Maybe he would of moaned out to encourage me. Maybe he would of became hard because of my attention. Could you imagine? A sexy, teen, laying there, throbbing for your attention. His hard cock bouncing, his full balls drawn tight to his shaft. His head to the side, his mouth gaped, his breathing labored from the anticipation.
Would we of kissed? Would we of made out as we stroked each other's cocks? Would we of fucked? Would we of became lovers? Maybe it would of just been incredible sex and pleasures and orgasms and cumshots. I so regretted not knowing.
So many years later, would I let that opportunity escape me twice? Facebook had created a way to connect and I secretly used it to find my lost friend. After the usual questions between long lost friends, we exchanged numbers and were soon texting. Cautiously, I asked if he remembered that morning. I tried to ne casual. He texted back, no, that he did not. "What morning?" he asked. I wrote that I had walked into his room, he was still asleep in his bed, but rolled out from under his covers.There was no response, then the words, "Call me."
He asked what I was talking about, but it seemed that he knew. With the safety of time and distance, just a voice on a phone, I shared with him how I regretted not acting on the chance. He opened up, too. He said how he had been so curious, even desperate back then to feel another boy's touch and to touch him back. With it all out in the open and with a sense that there was nothing to lose, he said that he still did and he wished we had explored those desires together. My cock began to stir, the memory came flooding back and so real now. I knew that there was real meaning in that morning, now. I would not miss that chance again.
"Do you want to met sometime?" My words bounced around in my head as if I could not believe I had actually said them. A thought that in an instant, somehow had become vocalized. All I could think about was years of unfulfilled desires and thoughts of what might of been. It may of been only seconds, but waiting for his response seemed forever. Then, the words, "Yes, I'd love to," rang out like a bell.
It was all I could think about. As our meeting got closer, nerves were replaced by desire. I just wanted this so much. I had to know what I, what we, missed out on. I thought about meeting in a bar. I thought about meeting in a park. Those just seemed like a waste of time. Time that could be better spent. We agreed to meet at a hotel. He got a room and texted me the number. I thought I might be more nervous, but I just wasn't. I was just excited. I knocked softly and was greeted by the same handsome face that I remembered as a teenager. We both knew why we were there, there was no reason to pretend. I told him that I would love to see him naked again. He quickly undressed and so did I. He still had the same fit, sexy body. A little heavier, of course. A little rounder and hairier, but very much the same to me, and his cock! Oh my, his cock looked like the sexiest thing I had ever seen. His cock looked simply amazing! I was mesmerized seeing it swing and move. I wanted to suck it. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to relive that morning, but this time with a much different ending. This time, I would leave nothing to chance.
"Will you lay down, I want to suck you." It felt good to say it. There, it was out in the open. He layed back on the bed and my eyes took in every second of seeing that stunning cock move again. I followed him onto the bed. I did what I had dreamed of, I did what I wished I had done years before. I kissed his soft shaft and felt it move under my lips. I was hard in an instant. There was no doubt how much I wanted this. He just layed back, and I made love to his dick with my mouth. I don't know how else to describe it. I kissed it, I licked it, slowly passionately, lovingly. I licked and sucked hs balls, then ran my tongue along his throbbing length. An uncontrolled moan escaped my lips as I sucked him and felt him push against the back of my throat. Harder, faster, I sucked his cock, wanting to make him shoot his load. Lewd, loud sucking sounds. I moaned around his delicious cock. "Mmm mmm mmm," I loved it, I did not hide it. I could hear his heavy breathing. I felt his hand touch my shoulder. His hips bucked and he shook, I tasted his cum as his cock throbbed in my mouth. My eyes rolled back and I moaned. It tasted so good, so amazingly good. I swallowed it and savored the flavor. My hand stroked his thigh in appreciation.
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