Weekend
with Anthony
I
First
Night
Picture:
long-haired clear-skinned skinny surfer boy of 17, in pubs barmen always
turning to ask me annoyingly "Yes, miss, what'll it be?" That evening trying
to get inside Charlotte's pants had left me with acute blue balls, testicles
hurting from too much stimulation and no release. When I entered he was
lying on the bed clad only in white Y-fronts, body very long, lanky and
boney, bigger and more developed than I, 4 years older, not too bright,
looked like a total farmer which is what he was. The bed was large and
sharing it didn't faze me at that point, I was that innocent. Didn't occur
to me I didn't know him outside of the technical college and as countryboy
his habits were very different. Besides, bed seemed big enough for 2 to
be well apart, almost wall to wall in his pokey room way up at the very
top of the remote old South Devon farmhouse.
"How
did you get on" he said with a laugh which meant he was pretty damn certain
I nor anyone would get anywhere with Charlotte. I imagined I had a spark
for her, having met her through him at a Salcombe party. Anthony had invited
a whole gang from the tech. When I told him she'd said visit her one weekend
he said stay with him that very next weekend while I tried to get whatever
sex I could. He laughed. "You'll have no luck, she's a looney. You must
be soft in the head." Fool that I was I sypathised with her for sticking
a paperknife several inches into a boy who tried to feel her up in the
paper cupboard at school. Logic eluded me that she had, after all, voluntarily
entered the little windowless room with him, quietly allowed him close
the door and kiss her before taking up the paperknife and sticking it in
his side without warning.
"Tell
me about it" Anthony drawled in his soft South Devon burr as I stripped
to my underpants ready for bed. "Did you get to squeeze her tits? What
did they look like?" To my amazement he took out his dick and began stroking
it, an enormous long thick snake rivetting my attention while embarrassing
me. "You did, you lucky bugger, I can see it in your face! Well? Describe
them."
Not
really wanting to go public on this I obliged awkwardly and damn me if
he didn't rub that python with serious intent to bring it up hard. I tried
to look away but had never imagined anything like it and my eyes kept returning.
For some reason, to do with picturing Charlotte's almost translucently
pale breasts I told myself, my own cock was stirring inside my Y-fronts.
Cupping his large farmer's hand loosely around beneath he rubbed his cock
languidly, lying back on 2 pillows. Soon the shaft stood pretty well vertical,
9" and more. Big mouth laughing onesidedly he closed his hand tighter for
hard action. "Take your cock out, let's have a wank together." He rubbed
faster, looking toward mine.
"I
don't feel like it, Anthony."
"Why
not? Take em off. Don't worry, I'm not a queer." He continued stroking
his cock which swelled on the end to a great big knob. His breath quickened.
"Tell me more about Charlotte, I want to cum." Lying back he concentrated
on rubbing but my mind wouldn't play along. I'd run out of anything to
say about Charlotte's tits which I'd scarcely got to see but for the briefest
glimpse and squeeze before she went all negative and nasty and besides
I was feeling very strange, very strange indeed, finding difficulty breathing
normally and my cock, miniscule compared to Anthony's, gone hard and stiff
pressed upright against my belly hidden within the underpants. Staring
at his cock I discovered myself wondering how it would feel in my hand,
so long, so thick and somehow fresh-looking - whatever I meant by that.
Groaning
"Oh, fuck, I can't cum" he abruptly exclaimed, stretching my amazement
at the entire unexpected scene about 1,000 times wider, "Help me, will
you, I need to cum. Put your hand under my balls."
Had
I just heard aright? In my teenage world people didn't say such things
to weekend guests.
I did
it. He was so desperate to ejaculate. For my age I was a slow sexual developer,
very immature, didn't even masturbate, had only ejaculated twice, nocturnal
emissions both which had shocked and shamed me. I reached out nervously
because he told me to and cupped his testicles in the wrinkled scrotum.
"Massage them" he told me. "Lightly."
I massaged
his balls while he rubbed his cock more steadily, closing his eyes, "Ahh,
good, ahh, that's nice." His breathing became louder, deeper and faster.
I was fascinated. Experimenting with light caresses I separated his testicles
slightly, cupped one in my hand, adjusting my position to be more comfortable,
now lying alongside him on the bed. His bobbing hand kept colliding with
mine then suddenly he stopped, took hold of my wrist and drew my hand away
from his testicles to his cock where his other hand closed around over
mine making me rub the shaft up and down with him. It was spongy, hot and
unspeakably exciting. No words were spoken. I knew what he wanted and when
he took his hand from mine I continued to stroke, listening to his breathing
and moans, watching his face. Though I'd never done this before I seemed
to be getting the hang of it fast. My forearm was uncomfortable so I changed
position, lying still closer to Anthony's big long frame. Another shock
as his arm went down my back, big rough hand pushed its way inside the
elastic of my underpants grabbing my ass. My own cock throbbed and felt
like I needed to come badly. "Keep going, keep going" he panted. "I'm nearly
there. I just need feel some ass to come off." He squeezed my ass cheeks
with force and I was pulled against his body by his superior strength.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze his hand went on my plump round buttocks like
I'd never been touched before and I felt excited like I'd never felt before.
My cock needed to be squeezed too now and the blood rushed in my head.
It was difficult to concentrate on anything with the sexual sensations
in me yet my hand rubbing up and down the enormous pulsing shaft seemed
to know what to do.
"Arghh!"
he cried and his first shoot of semen spurted out with great vigor, a drop
flying several feet to hit my cheek hard. Some caught my lip and I tasted
it on my tongue, salty. His cockhead swelled enormously in my hand and
still kept spurting, over his belly, hot over my fingers and wrist. I continued
stroking while his hips jerked till he put his hand over mine and stopped
me and we both lay panting, me half on his hairy chest. I realized my underpants
were soaked. Pulled against his thigh as he squeezed my ass I'd ejaculated
into them. |
