Which gay boy or man does not dream of puncturing a boy’s ass. To lick him the strong and muscular built butt afterwards to undertake a joyride in the intestine.

It was about 3 years ago. I had taken a walk through the city center and came to the marketplace – where there is also an underground flap – over. On the other side of the street, at the entrance of a department store, I saw a boy standing in his bicycle, the sight of which almost made me speechless. Whether I wanted it or not, I just had to stop and look at it unobtrusively, as I thought. He was about 175 tall, slim, with a very pretty face and fair blond red hair. He looked as if he had just left a movie about Roman pleasure boys and I estimated him to be 18 years old. Whether he noticed my eyes or I do not know, but after a short time he sat back on his bike and cycled away. What remained for me, I continue my way and went on towards my home. When I went about 500 m further, the boy and his bicycle were back. He drove the same route I went, passed me, drove on slowly and – I had the impression – looked around me from time to time. Slowly, however, the matter began to interest me. Not that I thought about turning on the boy, but I thought he was so pretty that I just wanted to try to look at him for as long and as often as possible. So I went on and on, after a few hundred meters, the boy came whizzing past me; slow again and this time I saw exactly how he looked around once or twice. Keep going this way, though I should have already turned. After about 2 km I came to a large intersection and saw the boy standing on the other side of the intersection waiting. I crossed the intersection and saw just how he turned on the parking area of ​​a high-rise there. All right, I thought to myself, let’s see what comes next.

The boy was 18 years old and is leaving school soon

So I also went to this parking lot and saw how he made his rounds there. Meanwhile, it had become quite dusky and the parking lot was only barely lit. I acted as if I had not seen him and went to a large shrubbery planted in a corner of the lot, hoping to make me pee for a moment. So I stood in the appropriate position barely visible behind this shrubbery and waited. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the boy was riding his bike as close as possible to that shrubbery. He did not stop or drive very slowly. Just slow enough to get noticed. Now it was a bit too silly for me. I went back to the parking lot and headed for one of the entrances to the skyscraper. When the boy saw this, he also drove to this entrance, stood with his bike next to the attached mailboxes and gave the impression that he was looking for a name. What, I thought, went up to him and said, “Can I help you, are you looking for someone?” simply at. He just looked at me, smiled, drove on, steered his bike back into the parking lot. Now I was tired of it. I turned around and wanted to leave as well. At that moment, he came past me again with his bike, braked, and stood next to me, saying that he was looking for nobody special. When I asked what he was looking for, he answered only that it was nothing, or no one specific. Now the devil rode me. “If you do not want to do anything special and do not look for anyone special, you can come with me and we can sit down and talk.” I said to him. To my surprise, he agreed and we left. He pushed his bike and we talked about trivial things. Somehow all of this was not all that nice to me and most of all, I wanted to know how old he was, but he did not dare ask me directly afterwards. So I asked him what it would be like in school. As a result, I learned (I was glad) that he had turned 18 three months ago and is about to leave school to take an apprenticeship.

Again and again I had to look at him all the way, because I just could not get enough of him. When I arrived at home, I led him into the living room, offered him something to drink and still did not know how to continue now. I was so far from the boy that I would have been content if only I could have looked at him all the time; I did not dare think of anything more. After a short time he asked me for the bathroom. I showed him the right door and while he was in the bathroom, I wondered what to do next. Of course, I came to no solution. Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened and out came …. my sweet boy, wearing only a small, red panties and asked me as a matter of course: “Where is your bedroom?” As mentioned before, I am not quick to baffle, but here the language was gone. I do not remember what I was fooling around, but I hurriedly showed him the room I wanted. There he lay down on the bed, looked at me, smiled again and pulled me to himself. When I lay next to him and still had not recovered from my surprise, he began to unbutton my shirt, kissed my nipples, opened the belt of my jeans, the button, the zipper and stroked with my hands my upper body from the shoulders to the hips. Meanwhile, I had a little caught and began to scratch my neck and stroking his shoulders. He slowly began to pull my jeans down, helping him by lifting my buttocks, pulling my pants off completely, socks following and then lying down on top of me. The feeling that flooded me at that moment can not be described. I do not know what I felt; I only know that it was beautiful. Were it hot or cold waves that rattle me, I do not know. I hugged him and just pressed him to me, as if I never wanted to let him go. He had his head on the pillow next to me and blew his breath lightly in my ear. Then he slowly turned his face in my direction, looked at me and lowered his head.

The boy touched his lips very lightly my mouth and gave me a first, fleeting and somehow shy kiss

Then he lifted his head again, showed me his charming smile again, searched his lips again, and this time I felt, as our lips touched, that his delicate tongue tip sought the way between my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and played with his tongue by sending my tongue tip out to welcome her. He took my head in both hands and we kissed that I thought the time stopped. I stroked his back, his hips, his loins and drove with his hands very gently under the waistband of his briefs and drove there over the most beautiful buttocks that I have held in my life in my hands. There were two muscular, blood-warm hemispheres that nestled into my hands. I held her tight and hardly dared to move. I enjoyed that moment as if I wanted to burn it into my mind. After a while, I ran my hands up his body again to his neck, where I could feel very soft, short hairs. I took his head in my hands, explored his mouth again with my tongue, let my tongue with his games, pulled her back and kissed his lips very tender again. Then I turned slightly so that he lay on his side. So the boy lay next to me and I stroked his body from the shoulders to the hip, turned it again slightly, until he lay on his back and then began to explore my body with my lips and my tongue. I started nibbling lightly on his earlobe, then ran my tongue tip into his pinna and explored every nook, causing him several soothing sighs. Then I went a little deeper, licking along his neck, found the way to his throat and then slowly led my tongue deeper over his sternum to his left nipple. This chest would have caused a stir in every museum as a torso. The whole thorax was covered with a light reddish-blond down which one could barely see but feel. His nipples stood slightly elevated, like on small hills in a beautiful landscape. When I first massaged one and then the other nipple lightly with the tip of my tongue, I noticed how showers of pleasure ran through him. The boy began to turn his head back and forth and groaned slowly. Working slowly (where work is actually the wrong expression) I dig deeper.

I licked down the narrow furrow between his nipples and began to explore his sweet little navel with my tongue

With my lips I nibbled around it and meanwhile I stroked his hips, went deeper with my hands and grabbed the waistband of his briefs. In his (but also in my panty) a lot had happened in the meantime and I was eager to see what this little red fabric still covered. I gently pulled on the waistband, Tim (that’s the boy’s name) slightly raised his sweet little ass and I pulled the panties down. What I saw was wonderful. A straight, about 18 cm long and pinkish lollipop stretched towards me. The foreskin had slipped slightly from its glans and it was like a rising flower, already shimmering through the leaves of the bud, with its dark pink color and a small opening in the middle. I just could not resist and tenderly kissed this pretty figure, which swayed slightly in front of my face, then opened my lips lightly, put it over this beautiful body part and slowly sucked it into my warm and moist mouth. The boy gave a long and deep sigh and then became very quiet. The boy barely breathed, as I began to massage his magnificent shaft with my lips, with my tongue licking it up and down, while I lightly sucked the bar and let it slide almost out of his mouth again. I took the opportunity to strip him completely of his panties. Then took a hand and also freed me from my last piece of clothing. At last the boy and I lay side by side. I stroked his body as far as I could reach him in this position and spoiled his beautiful boy’s cock. When I noticed how his small, round, made of rosy, soft skin sack contracted, I let go of his joy donor and began to explore his body again with my tongue. When I reached his neck, he grabbed me again with both hands, pulled my face towards him and we kissed again very long and tender. He gently pushed the boy aside, slightly straightened his upper body, and started stroking my chest. The boy ran his hands over my entire chest, did not read any point, then bent down and kissed my nipples and began to lick it carefully with his tongue around it. He nibbled on it with his lips, chasing after me all over his body.

Then he let my bulging cock very slowly slide into his mouth

The boy lay silently on his back, had the feeling of dreaming and just enjoyed it. Then I noticed how his hands moved lower. They reached a hips, my thighs and then their insides. I spread my legs slightly and he put a hand in between. He gently took my bag and gently kneaded my eggs. Suddenly I felt, how a warm, wet feeling on my tail tip is noticeable. The boy had carefully taken my penis between his lips and circled it with his tongue. Then he let my bulging cock very slowly slide into his mouth. Sucked him into his oral cavity, his lips up and down and almost drove me crazy. When I realized that I could barely control myself and it could come at any moment to an exposure of my entire body, I took hold of his head and pulled him close to me. Once again, our lips turned to kiss and I slowly ran my hand along his body, enjoying every inch of his bare, warm body, finding his still upright and slightly twitching butt and picking him up. I pulled away from his mouth for a moment, put a portion of our joint saliva in the palm of his hand, and immediately found his lips again, and as we continued to kiss and explore each other’s oral cavities, I slid my spiked hand against his shaft and from. I felt a tremor go through his body as he began to breathe faster and harder, his abdomen began to twitch in violent fucks. Suddenly he pulled his head back, heard a loud and long moan and pushed his belt into my hand. Once … twice … three times, then the boy groaned once more and I felt his cream spurting from his cock. The flask suddenly became thicker, began to pump downright, and its splendid cream shot out in thick, creamy rays. As the boy lay on his back and I beside him, my cock pressed against his thigh; he has a wonderful feeling. When I saw his love juice shoot out, I rubbed my penis lightly over the warm, soft skin of his thigh and when I then hit a clap of his hot sauce on the top of my penis, I also began to explode.

In huge cascades it shot out of me. Clapped his stomach, his chest, and mingled with the juice of Tim. After a seemingly endless time in which I felt completely drained, I ran my hand lightly over his body and spread the mixture of our love juices on it. The boy raised his head slightly, smiled at me, got up slightly and lay down over me again. As stuck together by our juices we were still a long time.

While I stroked his back, he caressed my left ear and nibbled on my earlobe. Then – far too soon for me – the boy said it was about time he went home, but ……… we would definitely meet again.
We have, but somehow we lost sight of each other.