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THE SWEETEST KISS. part 1This is my first posting of an occurence from my early youth. Since xhampster has specific guidelines and, although this is a true story, I will abide by the guidelines – even if events happened at a different time in history.Everything, following, is true.Thusly, this tale began two seconds after I hit legal age.I had a friend, Stephen, in school. We were both 18 and had known each other for several years and had always been friends.Steve wasn’t popular but, funny enough, he and I both had the same thin, muscular physique and, while I was good-looking enough, Steve was absolutely cute, as guys go. Even when he smiled and, without reservation, showed his braces, he was cute.Both of us were still a bit naive, at our age, so, what happened was very genuine and confusing to begin with.We’d often walk home after class, together and spent time at his house goofing off since it was a single parent home and his mom was usually working until illegal bahis siteleri late.Things started out with some light wrestling.I was always pretty good at it. Quick but too thin to join a team.Stephen was always up for grappling. Even though he could never best me. I would, occasionally let him ‘win’.This turned into a daily event.Stephen always seemed to try hard but I began noticing he would roll onto his back more than I was placing him there into the pinned position.He would put up a ‘struggle’ which included writhing his legs under me and thrusting his pelvis up, at me. He may have been trying to buck me off, but I could clearly feel his hard-on as he was rubbing himself against me.So, instead of pinning Stephen in the usual way, I would work my hands up his arms to his wrists and hold him under me that way.He would grind up against me and complain about how I’d won again with his mouth open in a very wanton smile, braces shining.We perabet giriş were both the same age and liked the same stuff, as far as I could tell.Especially our wrestling.But, as young as we were and, as confused as I was, I didn’t know what more to do.Stephen crossed that bridge by asking me one day, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”Of course I had, and more.I said, “No.””Then, maybe we could practice – with each other,” Stephen suggested.I hesitated.He was sitting on the floor, leaning back on his palms, legs akimbo, wearing his skimpy gym shorts and nothing else ( yes, we were wrestling, previously ), with a small, trembling smile.I shrugged like it was no big deal and said, ” Yeah, good idea.”It started small. Closed mouth, lips touching, pressing lightly.But, in seeming unison, our lips parted, a deeper kiss bloomed.My arms went around Stephens’ shoulders and his, around my waist.I felt his tongue meet mine and memory turns perabet güvenilir mi to blissful warm integration of everything and nothing.To have something so simple be so intense yet so warmly harmonious has only happened two or three times, for me.We were both lost in this kiss.Even if Stephens mom had walked in the door at that moment, I don’t think we’d have stopped.We fell to the carpet, moaning, struggling together.Our arms couldn’t seem to wrap tight enough, our legs fought each other to get advantage as we dry humped.Our mouths separated as we continued to gently thrust and grind against each other. We continued this way, tongues seeking each other out, grinding and hands exploring, for a long time.Stephen began pushing harder and more quickly against me and, knowing what he was feeling, I matched thrust for thrust.We both came in our gym clothes.Crying out. But not in anyway that would make sense since this was our first time cumming together.The shuddering joy that continued was exquisite. The complete drenching of cum, in our own clothing was wondrous.We continued lying together, catching our breath and holding on to one another.Stephen and I did this several more times over the days before we took it further.More to cum.
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