Attempting to recreate the rush I received from deflowering Elton, I pursued an average-looking eighteen-year-old virgin, Marco.
With sandy blond hair, mild acne, and an impressively toned medium frame, he never shared cock pics, and a surprise awaited me. I admired his delicate pale skin, deep blue eyes, and dark eyelashes. Two prominent front teeth cutely protruded when he smiled.
We discussed douching on IRC and agreed to play on arrival and chill afterward, an excellent icebreaker I learned.
Marco and I kissed for over fifteen minutes. I trained him in kissing tenderly and relaxing his mouth.
I rubbed his crotch, and his thick eleven-inches surprised me. After I untied his trousers, his heavy cock impressively pointed north-west. I opened his fresh foreskin and moved my mouth over his baguette, enjoying only four-inches.
I sat on the side of the bed, “Suck me,” I said. Marco’s magnificent mouth with a soft, satisfying tongue reminded me of a delicate ass. “Show me your booty,” I said, and he pushed his butt in my face. I parted his tender, smooth cheeks, wet his hairless snow-white pucker, and my fingers melted into his silky hole. “Try poppers. It’s what I told you about,” I said, and Marco inhaled.
I massaged his wet hole with my fingers and teased with my tip. His entrance opened when pressed, and I admired his pink canal. I lubed a finger which I smeared inside him and toyed with my head on his hole. With the poppers under his nose, I pressed my tip into his gaping ass, which pulled me into him. When I withdrew my cock, his sphincter gaped, and I slipped my tongue into his fresh hole.
“That tickles,” he said in a deep, masculine voice.
I slipped my head into his gaping ass, and in seconds my entire cock lay buried in his moisture.
“I want you to ride me,” I said and lay on my back.
Never discussing condoms, I hoped he sat bare on my cock. I savored the wetness of his ass as he lowered onto me. I opened my legs and motioned my hips into him as he bounced on my dick. He leaned forward, and I lifted with my feet, fucking his hole.
“That feels amazing,” I said.
“Thanks. Your cock feels good too. I’m glad I chose you.”
“Chose me for what?”
“To be my first.”
“I’m glad you chose me too.”
“I’m close to cumming. But don’t worry, I cum many times.”
He leaned forward and whispered, “I wanna feel it.”
“Yeah?” He nodded and grinned. I thrust my hips into his ass, “I’m cumming. Oh, can you feel it?” He bounced harder on me and beamed. My body shook, and I shot inside him a second time as he continued bouncing.
“Are you going to cum?” He asked.
“I came twice.”
“I felt nothing.” He climbed off my cock, and my juice gushed from his open hole and splattered on my groin.
“That just poured out your ass,” I pointed to my lap. “Do you want more?” Marco nodded and smirked. “Bend over the side of the bed. I wanna do you doggy style,” I thrust back into him. “Your ass is still wet and feels amazing.”
“Tell me if you cum, maybe I’ll feel it this time.”
My cock stroked gently inside him, loving his wetness. “Here comes one. Do you feel it?”
“No.”
“Here comes another one, and one more.”
“I felt the last one. How many times can you cum?”
“Maybe six.”
“Fuck me till you can’t cum anymore.” With gentle strokes, I fucked him for over forty minutes and edged while enjoying his wetness.
“Are you going to cum?” I asked.
“I want to face you.”
“Lie on your back,” I placed a pillow under his ass.
Pushing my cock into him, we kissed. He gripped my head with his palms and wrapped his legs around me.
“I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, as hard as you can.”
“Have poppers first,” I pushed the bottle under his nose. “Breathe a little more. Okay, you ready?”
“Yeah.”
Marco tilted his head back and yanked his anaconda. I pounded his ass, slapping and clapping against his cheeks.
“Oh god, here comes another one,” I said.
“Harder!”
“Fuck and another one, can you feel it? One more and another,” he farted four times.
“I’m cumming,” and cum dripped onto Marco’s chest. His ass gripped my cock, and I pounded harder.
“Another one. Can you feel it? One more.”
I slowed my strokes and enjoyed his cum-soaked hole. My head tickled with each stroke, and my cock throbbed. Falling into him, we kissed with my dick buried in his ass.
“How was that?” I asked.
“That was amazing. I thought it was going to be sore, but it wasn’t. It felt like I needed to shit.”
I smirked, “Many guys say that. It’s normal, and you only feel it the first few times. Do you wanna have a shower?”
“I want to lie here. Leave your cock inside me. It feels good.” I motioned my hips in quick strokes. “It feels like you’re hitting something when you do that.”
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
“It feels weird.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he smirked, gazing with lust into my eyes. “Tell me, why don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Do you want the truth?”
“Tell me the truth, Ricky.”
“I’m young. I don’t wanna be tied down. For happiness, why must I be with one guy? That doesn’t sound like happiness to me.”
“But don’t you want to settle down one day?”
“I dunno, but don’t want to settle down now.”
“What if you met the perfect guy? Like me. Wouldn’t you want to try?”
“Tell me. Why are you the perfect guy?” I caressed his chest.
“Dunno. I really like you.”
“Hold that thought. I’ll be right back,” I pulled my cock from Marco’s ass.
“Where are you going?”
“The toilet.”
I ran the shower and cleaned my dick.
“I thought you were going to the toilet,” he said.
“Gotto wash my thing first.”
“Don’t you like me?”
“Please, can you step out? I can’t pee if someone’s watching.”
“You don’t like me. That was just sex for you, wasn’t it?”
“Please let me pee. I do like you, I promise. I really cannot pee if someone is watching.”
“Okay.”
I locked the bathroom door, voided my bladder, and returned to Marco dressing.
“Leaving already?” I asked.
“I need to go. Clearly, I like you more than you like me.”
“You know what? I’ve lived with a mother like you for eighteen years. Guys like you are why I don’t want a relationship. Hurry and get the fuck out of my apartment.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“Shut the fuck up and leave. You started this, and I’m finishing it.”
Marco dressed and stormed out the front, and I caught the latch as he slammed the door.
