First Time
I felt playful finger walking in my back, I knew I was crossing a limit I put myself long time ago, but I can't resist anymore. I got the necessity of feel that big cock I saw yesterday in the showers. That dobie knows how to play this game, but not me, I need to know how does it feel, how does it taste; from my friends I knew it hurt at the beginning, but then it will be the most awesome sensation you can ever experiment. I should bring with me some lube, that thing might help. I can hear him breath in my ear, a chill goes down my spine, his paws goes from my back to my chest, slowly, carefully, then goes down again, to my belt. I put my paws in your paws, to make you feel it, my jeans goes down and I can feel even more something really hard and passionate pressing against my ass. His hands goes up again to my chest, from down my t-shirt, grabbing me with just the precise strength. I never ever have feel like this. I wish I could have him here with me again, It's all his father's fault. Why he had to do that to him? I don't understand. My life was perfect, I had the right man, the one, the only one, the one who I wanted to stay my whole life... and now he's gone. After that night I never had the chance to say to him that I love him.
"Hold still", he said. He reach with one hand his backpack, that he throw away at the computer's chair when we arrived at my house, and he took a bottle-shape element; I hear him open it and press it, a sound like a fart and he apply this to his cock. Then he pulled away, throwing it, to his bag (perfect landing), "Relax," he said, "this not hurt at all." With his left hand he grabbed me at the crotch, teasing me with his finger at the tip of my sheath, and with his right one he start to put his cock in my ass. I did my best to relax, but I was so exited that I not did a good job. I jump when he had the tip of his cock inside. "I tell you to relax, and that is the opposite of it," he take his left hand out of there and move me to the bed, and push me forward from the middle of my back. Then he try to push it inside again, this time fit in. I felt how nine inches of goodness get inside me, slowly, calmly, delicately, much better than my fingers. Both of his hand in my crotch give me a hand job while he start to thrust me. I miss him, and miss that feeling. Back and forth over and over again. "I told you," he said.
I hear him moan and breath heavily, I couldn't help but join him in this little fest that my body was feeling, many emotions and dreams of how it supposed to be since the day I saw him in the showers of the school I used to go. One of his hand went to the front of my neck and hold my head back, the other one hold and massage my balls. I could not contain it anymore, I hold as much as I can, and in only three minutes I throw everything in my bed. I'm a shame, my friends have had said that they have been hours after they do that. I never believe them, but I am sure that they can hold more than three minutes. He took my "milk" and began to smear it all over my balls, sweet sensation make me moan even louder. "Small puppy likes big cock, huh?" he said; not such a great sentence but, hey, it's better than nothing. "Fuck me harder, PLEASE" I said, and I still don't believe that I said that. Harder is what I ask for and harder is what I get. Alot more harder. After a couple of hump I yell, and a small tear come out of my eye. He don't stop and I though that I will bleed to dead (I know, I'm exaggerated) and then happiness and too many cum around my ass and inside of me. He hump a couple of more times after he knot me. That wasn't in my plans. -"That wasn't such a good idea," I told him. -"So?" he answered. -"What could say my parents if a random guy had his big humanity in my ass?" -"They won't come" -"Are you sure?" -"Yes" -"How do you know?" -"I know," he answered, and for some reason I believe in him, even that I knew that they will come within the next hour.
We lie down in the bed sideways and he cross his arm around my body and hold my paw. "Don't go away," I told him. "I won't," he answer me, and then I fall asleep.
When I wake up he wasn't there anymore. And I never see him again after that. His parents transferred him of school the next day. Since that day my parent talk too little with me and they start to give me weird looks from time to time. They think that I don't notice them, but I do.
I ask around but nobody had the answer that I want to hear. I search him at bars, restaurants, and all over the city, but no trace of him. This encourage me to become and private investigator. And I still can't find him...
Was that a dream? It was just me with a dildo or something? Does he even exist? I don't know, I don't know anymore...