My grip tightened and my cock throbbed in my hand. I shut my mouth tight to keep from moaning too loud, but I was so horny I couldn't help it. I circled my finger inside my ass, and I started to shake. It made me push my head back into the pillow and arch my back. I pressed my middle finger inside my asshole and felt the delightful stretch and squeeze of my rim getting what it craved. I had never been fucked before, so I was desperate to know the feeling. I was pretty sure my dad wouldn't walk in on me, so I dared to sneak my fingers in between my cheeks and press my middle finger against my hot little hole. I paused for a moment, and I looked to the bedroom door. I pet my taint harder, and my fingertips got closer to my hole. And as I lay in bed and fantasized about dick, I licked my lips and craved the feeling of a hard, warm shaft sliding in between my lips. I'd never even touched another man's cock let alone had one in my mouth. Images of rock hard cocks started going through my head. I wrapped my fingers loosely around my prick, and I started stroking myself. As I pressed on it, it made my cock pulse and swell. I dipped my hand in between my legs and under my sack to pet my swollen taint. I raised my hips and pulled my boxers down to my ankles. A little more, I tugged my boxers down until I felt the hot piece of shaft that was my dick. I slowly slid my fingers underneath and felt my pubic hair. My warm hand glided down my muscular physique, down the happy trail of my stomach and to the waistline of my boxers. I gently pinched one of them and twisted it. I lay in bed, and I moaned as my cock pulsed underneath my boxers. But what no-one knew, was just how much I secretly craved another man's long, hard manhood. All of my friends from high school and college knew how much I loved girls. Everyone in my family believed I was completely straight. All my life I had held that secret to myself. Right now, when I lay in bed the Sunday morning that my dad's friends were coming over, the only thing that was going through my mind was one thing. It's about time you figured out what you're going to make of yourself. Ivan Richardson, my dad would tell me, You're becoming a young man now. And I hadn't figured out what I wanted to do with my life yet. If I was going to take care of this stiff prick, I would have to stroke a load of come out fast. I figured I had about fifteen minutes before they would get here. His former marine buddies were coming over for a visit, and he wanted me to meet them. My dad had already popped his head in my bedroom to wake me up. I bit my lip, deciding whether or not I should try and take care of my morning arousal. I whimpered a little as I slowly slid down the sheets to see the tent my cock was pitching. I was wearing a pair of boxers in bed, and when I woke up, my cock was so thick and hard that it felt like it was about to rip through the boxers and the bedsheets. The sunlight creeped in through the window blinds.
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