I knew what I was doing. Ted thought he was coercing me, and I was happy to go along with the ruse. It suited both of us. I was building quite a collection of magazines that were illegal in this country. I could picture the images of naked men in my head. Sometimes this would happen in college, and I'd have to nip to the toilets for a wank.
Try as I may, the thought of Ted's cock spurting its jism was never far away. I wanted to hold it. I went to the shop again. Ted looked flustered. "I'm expecting a delivery soon, so we can't do anything". I must have looked disappointed, so he asked if I'd like to walk the dog with him later. I jumped at the chance (I love dogs anyway), so he gave me the address and told me to come round at 8.00.
I told Mum I was going to see a friend and skipped off down the road. Ted had changed into a polo shirt and shorts. It made him look younger. He had a friendly cockerpoo called Mixie. We set off across the fields, throwing a tennis ball for the dog. We then entered some woods, and Ted put his arm around me. It was enough to make me hard. Checking to make sure no one was watching, he kissed me on the lips. The only people ever to kiss me were Mum and some relatives. Somehow, our lips parted, and our tongues touched. It was like an electric current. He took my hand and put it on his hardness. I instinctively rubbed it through the material. I felt a dampness in my pants. "Would you like to hold it?" he asked, pulling his zip down. I fished inside, he had no underwear on, and pulled his erection through the fly hole. He pulled my jeans down to my knees and held my dick. I thought I would explode. We kissed some more and jerked each other. I didn't last long, jets of cum landed in the leaf litter. I carried on beating him until his juices joined mine. Hearing voices in the distance, we tidied ourselves up and carried on, agreeing to do it once a week. Something else for the wank bank.
* * * * * I was becoming infatuated with Ted, so much so that I found myself at the shop again. Ted's face lit up. I think he had the same feelings for me. He quickly shut the shop, and we found ourselves kissing in the stockroom. He kissed the side of my neck, then nibbled my ears. Then he felt up under my shirt and tweaked my nipples. He took the shirt off and kissed them, making them stand out. He kissed me on the lips again. My penis was straining inside my white Y-fronts, but not for long. He put his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and pushed them, and my pants down to my ankles. He picked me up and laid me on the desk, removing the rest of my clothing. I felt vulnerable and excited in equal measure. His penis was through his flies. He worked his way down my body again, bypassing my knob and kissing my inner thighs. My legs parted, and his finger went up my crack and rubbed my bum hole. He then licked my scrotum before engulfing my cock. With his finger still on my bum hole, he bobbed up and down, making his mouth work like a vagina. I started thrusting up to meet his movements. His finger popped through my hole, and I shot my load into his mouth. He kissed me again, feeding me my sperm. It was the most powerful orgasm my young body had experienced. As I recovered, I realised his erection was pointing at me, the mushroom head glistening. Tentatively, I poked my tongue out and licked the end. It smelt and tasted of wee, but I didn't care. I wanted to give him the same experience he'd given me. With a little encouragement, I stroked his hairy sack. He unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them with his briefs. I licked the shaft and took what I could into my mouth. He guided my hand between his legs to his sweaty bum, and he told me to push two fingers in. With the other hand, I gripped the base of his member. With a mixture of jerking and sucking, I found a rhythm and went faster. All of a sudden, his legs buckled, and my mouth was overflowing with his semen. I'd sucked my first cock. We kissed and swapped cum. "You're gonna be a brilliant cock sucker", he complimented, as we dressed. He let me out the back door into the alleyway, and I walked home with the taste of him still in my mouth, That night, I got my wank pants from the drawer and blew another load.
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I kept looking at my porn mags, especially of guys fucking, and wondered more and more, what it would be like to have a penis inside me, or have mine in someone else's. I took to putting a finger in my butt when I tossed, trying to finger fuck myself. It gave me better orgasms. I moved on to pencils, felt-tips, then a small cucumber, which was amazing.
One day, when we were out walking the dog, he suggested that instead of a BJ outside, we could go back to his place for some fun. I popped a boner at the thought. Once home, he led me to his bedroom. We took our time kissing and peeling one another's clothes off until we were nude. We lay on the bed, stroking dicks. Leaning over, I kissed his nipples and ran my hand through his mat and on down to his balls. I knelt to take him in my mouth and felt his fingers up my crack. I pushed back, and a finger popped inside. I straddled him, his tongue replaced his finger. I nearly shot my load and had to concentrate on his dick. I felt something rubbery being pushed into me and guessed it was a dildo. It hurt like hell, until it touched something inside me, and then it was the best feeling ever. He fucked me with it for a while and then it began to vibrate. It was too much. Cum ran out of me without my penis being touched. I rolled off and said sorry, knowing it wouldn't take me long to recover. He cleaned me with a towel and we lay in each other's arms. I must have drifted off, as I awoke to find him sucking my cock back to life. The vibrator lay beside me, and I couldn't resist. I spat on it and shoved it gently in and began pumping, while bobbbed up and down wanking himself. We came at the same time. I knew I wanted it both ways, but it wouldn't happen today.
On Sundays, the shop shuts early, and I was there at closing time. We went through to the stock room. The desk had been cleared. A small bottle of something, and a couple of cushions were on it. Once again, we kissed and stripped. I knelt to lick his pole and tease some juices from it. Then, he lifted me onto the desk, putting a cushion under my head and another under my hips. He sucked me for a while, then used gel from the bottle to open me up. He climbed on the desk, put more gel on his cock, and told me to pull my knees up. This is it, I thought. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I'd seen the guys in the mags do it. Ted's was big, but not as big as theirs. His mushroom head was at my backdoor. He pushed, oh, so gently, my ring gave way, and he was inside me. He steadied himself and asked if I was OK. It still hurt, I nodded, but I was determined to go through with it. Ted pushed on until I could feel his pubes. He leaned over and kissed me, before starting gentle movements, just an inch or two. My erection, which had gone, came back to life as he hit the same spot the dildo had. We kissed some more, and he increased his movements. "Don't wank yet or you'll cum too soon", so I gripped the sides of the desk. The tempo went up a notch. "OK, toss yourself". He pumped even harder, and I jerked furiously. He grunted, held still, and filled me with semen. It was enough to make me blow the biggest amount ever. He collapsed on top of me, cum sticking to us, and we kissed for ages. It seemed fitting that I lost my virginity where it all started.
