1. Dylan and Matthew


    Date: 7/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Gay, Teen Male / Teen Male, Virginity, Author: QuietlyScreaming, Rating: 85.2, Source: sexstories.com

    down the curve of my neck to my shoulders, swung down with the tips of his fingers over my chest. "You're beautiful," he whispered about my smooth body, not lean and toned but soft and kind of chubby. He took my hand in his and lead me to his bedroom. His walls were a dark blue with smoky waves painted across the surface, and it smelled of him, of sweat and mint. We walked to his over-sized king bed masterfully throned in the center with the silhouette of a wolf overhead. He had no posters or pictures. His dresser was clean and tidy and was shiny in the darkness from his light. His clothes hamper was empty, his closet door shut, and his entertainment stand was dust-free and, I couldn't help but notice, every DVD and video game was alphabetised. As we sat down on the bed he noticed my stare. "I may be nineteen," he said with a laugh, "but I live here. And I like to stay organized." "I'm nineteen, too," is all I said back as I thought about my room. Dr. Pepper bottles and candy wrappers and dirty clothes flung everywhere, and all I can think about is that I need to get my life together like Matthew. "Matthew," I said his name then and looked at him. His crystal blue eyes were dark sapphires in his dimly lit room, and his golden hair became bronze. He reached and brushed hair out of my face. "Yes, Dylan," he whispered to me and was suddenly so close his breath was warm against my lips. And then he kissed me and we fell back onto the bed. He swung his body over me so that he ...
    straddled my lap, and I blushed at the pressure I felt against my groin from his still-erected member. He kissed my lips, bit my neck, had his face pressed into my armpits, and as he ventured further south with his mouth he slowly slid off the bed and onto the floor. And before I knew it he was between my legs, and I was hard, and his lips was playfully chewing at my own erection through the fabric of my jeans. Matthew drew back as he glared at me with mischievous eyes, and he peeled away my shoes, and then my socks, and he held my feet in his hands as he massaged them individually. I couldn't control the arch in my back as he did so, and the view of the ceiling faded as I felt his hands reach upwards and pop the button of my jeans, the seductive sound of my zipper falling filling his silent room. "Keep your eyes closed," he demanded, and I listened as he reached into the waist of my jeans and boxers and released my own cock for the world. Nineteen years old and I've never had a single person in my life touch me in any way sexually. Nineteen years old, and from the moment I turned ten my hand was the only one to venture into the deep end and take my member in its grasp. Matthew was new. The sensation was new, and I felt almost immediately like I could blow right then and there. Matthew stroked me several times slowly, and each time I jerked my cock back from pleasure, and then he let go and I stood erected, pulsing with the beat of my heart. "Wow," he breathed and I looked down. ...
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