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

    he pouted and lurched forward and wrapped his arms around me. “I need you inside of me,” he whispered in my ear before nibbling at my neck again and he pulled back. We rolled until I landed against the pillows and he told me to sit up with my back at the headboard. “I know you’re nervous,” he says quietly and stares straight into my soul. “I was too during my first time. But we’ve got this.” He wrapped his fingers with mine and pressed our foreheads together. “Trust me.” I nodded and swallowed the lump. He smiled and reached across the bed to the bedside table. In a moment he had a bottle of lube in his hand. A steady stream fell into his hand and he reached back to jerk me. I gasped at his touch and felt my lungs caught, but in the placement of his other hand to my heart I found my breath again. “You’re heart is beating so fast,” he said. “Feel mine.” Matthew took my hand and put it to his chest to feel his heart beating something fierce. I smiled when I felt like our heartbeats match and he took my face in the free hand to kiss me again. “I want you to feel me,” he said when he broke the kiss. “I want your first time to be done right.” Matthew handed me the lube and gave a quick peck on my lips. Then he twisted and turned and bent over my legs, the tip of his cock touching mine. He stretched out his arms and started to admire my feet. But what I saw before me was breathtaking. Puckered and pink and tight was his ass, with hair as light as the slight bush around his cock ...
    around. I’m not quite sure what I expected to smell but his familiarity of sweat and mint met my nose and I felt calm. I tickled his hole with my fingers and felt the way his sphincter caused barrier between what he hid inside and me. Matthew moaned when I pressed into him, no lube for comfort or ease. I forced the tip of my finger inside and he shook his ass at me. Within thirty seconds I had the top portion of my index inside his anus and marveled at how tight and warm he was. “Lube, baby,” he said, and then quietly, “Shit!” “Call me baby again,” I said with a shaky voice. “WIll do, baby,” he said before running his tongue up the side of my big toe. I didn’t mind his foot fetish. Before this, when I imagined it, I felt sick to my stomach. Literally. I didn’t like feet, never admired any on another guy before. Never thought of it. Feet were smelly and sweaty and touched things that no hand or mouth or genital should ever touch in a lifetime. But with Matthew, he made me comfortable. He made me feel like it was just another sensation, like it wasn’t so gross after all. I didn’t even gasp when he slipped my toe in his mouth, one hand rubbing the curve of my leg he bent to embrace my foot so closely. Slowly I withdrew my finger, and was ashamed in the way I was surprised that it was perfectly clean. I sniffed it and smelled the faint hint of mint, and definitely some sweat, and closed my eyes as I gingerly curled my tongue around it. And eyes closed I snatched back on his hips so ...
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