1. He Did It In My Mouth


    Date: 12/6/2014, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Gay, Mature, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Young, Author: bryanll, Rating: 84.4, Source: sexstories.com

    said I was a “very pretty boy”. I have to admit something here. When I was very, very young, I was often mistaken for being a little girl. I had perfect brown hair that was longer than most, big brown eyes, perfect skin, soft face and when people would meet one of my parents, they would sometimes say, “And, what a pretty little girl you have”, or they would ask me, “What is your name little girl?” I can’t count the times that happened but I can say that each one was special and I loved it and wanted it. It was especially meaningful coming from older men but I had no idea why. It gave me “feelings” that I liked but could not begin to explain. So, when Cal said I was a very pretty boy, those feelings surged quickly. I thanked him and smiled and felt such great warmth and pride that he had said that. I spent the night trying to sort out crazy notions that collided with each other in my head. I could not get one thought to stop long enough for me to think it through because it too soon was bounced out of place by another thought. I liked what he had said but I could not figure out why. Had he called me pretty just to make me feel good? Did he see me as a pretty boy or did he think of me more as a girl? I wondered if there was any chance that he liked pretty boys like me for more than just friendship, like maybe—just maybe—he might be one of those men who liked boys who sucked on cocks. I wasn’t one of those yet but I had imagined doing it often enough even though I had no idea ...
    what a grown man’s penis looked like. It didn’t seem likely he was one of those few men into such a thing and I was too reserved to initiate anything and too confused to decide anything more than just to resign myself to the probability that he was just trying to be friendly. One thing I noticed was that he looked at the girls. He watched them. He seldom talked to them but he seemed especially interested in those who wore dresses or skirts. But, when it came to conversation, he talked mostly to me and I liked that. The time after he called me a very pretty boy, he wasn’t at the Basement for a couple of days. He was not there everyday so his absence didn’t concern me. The very next time he was there, he was very friendly to me although he made no reference to the “pretty boy” thing; he was just pleasant and friendly. He did come near to me a couple of times to watch whatever I was doing. I remember I was again among the girls but I don’t remember now what I was doing. He asked questions and he stood quite close. I liked his interest. I felt flattered, in fact. I remember that those things occurred on a Wednesday afternoon and that our game expanded to a more remote part of the Basement and as the game progressed, I found myself alone in that remote area. Alone, except for Cal. He didn’t forcefully block my return to the main area, but he stood before me and he once again said I was a pretty boy and that he liked pretty boys. The expression of his face told me there was more to ...
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