Making Me Bi

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Making Me BiI have been interested in boys and girls since I was around twelve, when a neighbouring male friend f the family took me for a ride in his car and at that time – in the late fifties – having a car journey was quite a thing. My mum saw nothing wrong with it, which I was pleased about, I was excited to go and looking back all these years, I am still glad she allowed me to go. It was just going to be a short drive, to let me see the car at close quarters and look at the countryside, in the area round our small town. My driver friend was an unremarkable man, quite small but well built with broad shoulders, not fat but with the build of a man who worked physically, which kept him in shape. He was the brother of a lady who lived opposite and often visited his sister. I got in the car at the front gate and my mum waved me away and we drove on one of the main roads toward the nearest town of an size and as he spoke of the car, how and where he had got it, the conversation started to turn to me and my life. Again, I saw nothing wrong with, in fact I think I recall being quite pleased that an adult would be interested in my mundane life and I laughed when he asked if I had a girlfriend – at age twelve? I wished. The he said that some boys could be friends too in a special way and once more, I saw nothing wrong in that, I had some really good friends who I thought were pretty special, although I had no idea what he was meaning. As he talked and the subject got more and more naughty, we turned off the main road and made for a stopping place over looking the local river, at the end of a lane used for farm vehicles through the week and this was a Saturday. Still, that seemed a reasonable thing to do, it was a nice quiet area, with a nice view of a river – it had of course avcilar escort been carefully chosen and used before, I have no doubt. We continued to talk about my preferences and I had none, when he asked if he could kiss me. I don’t think I answered but at that age, in that time, you would not think of saying know to a trusted adult, so i didn’t reply. He leaned over to me, sitting in the front passenger seat and gently kissed my on the lips. It wasn’t hard, just a brush really but with enough intent for me to know, that this was a deliberate act. I can remember feeling an instant excitement, my little dick twitched as y body reacted to the shock but no fear, no alarm and strangely, looking back, no embarrassment. He had a thin black moustache and he smelled of strong tobacco, probably cigars or a pipe. I didn’t like the smell and taste of the tobacco but it was not objectionable. He leaned back a little and asked if I liked that. I had no answer, I suppose my brain was still trying to take it all in but I didn’t dislike it and kind of shrugged my shoulders. My abuser, as he would now be known, took that as an invitation to kiss me again, this time firmer, longer and with his body pressed against the right side of my body and arm. I was forced a little back by his closeness but a quiet momentdid not withdraw, which i could have done looking back but against, there was no fear, no worries. As he kissed me full on the lips, his tongue slipped between them and forced it’s way into my mouth. I did not stop that happening and although I didn’t respond with my lips, I slightly opened my mouth to let him explore me more, because it seemed the right thing to do. The kissing then got more urgent, more intrusive and exciting. Although my brain was not jumping şirinevler escort handstands of joy, my body chemistry was responding in a happy way, it made me feel physically nice and I felt in no danger. Ke kissed me more, moving onto my cheeks and ears, my neck and forehead. There was no licking, just affectionate kisses with his lips. Then his left hand strayed down to my trousers and if I had been a little older, I guess I would have stopped him right there. But I was excited, stimulated and every touch that this man made on my body, I enjoyed. He told me to relax and enjoy myself and I did – a proper little slut, for sure. He gently took my cock out of my underpants and started gently to stroke it, while still kissing all over my face, almost as if he was frightened that there should be a quiet moment to break his kinky momentum. Of course it did not take long before I was squirting cum all over the place, my sexual bliss slowly subsiding, as did my little, now lifeless cock. But my day was not over, soon he was unbuttoning himself and taking his cock out of his pants.. He continued to talk while he wanked himself off, my limp member still poking out of crumpled trousers and at one point, as he tried to cum, I remember, predictably, that I was warned to to tell anyone of our fun. I was in no mood to talk about it anyway, there were no threats from him, just a stressed few words to explain that our secret play, would be our secret. I was sitting there, feeling a little awkward but still without alarm, when he started to moan from the pit of his stomach and his medium sized, cut cock, grew some purple in it’s colour and an inch or two in it’s length. Maybe, I have thought of the years, he checked out my mouth for his dick and clearly thought taksim escort they were a match. As he wanked with his left hand, he placed his right arm over my shoulder and pulled my trunk forward and down, so that my face was in front of his cock, with it’s bright coloured head and raised lip and soft, pliable feel. As the cum started to well up under his balls, my adult lover started to spurt his cream onto my lips, cheeks and chi and ultimately into my mouth. Now there was so much to take in, the taste was not good but the texture and feel of the cum was nice and after a few seconds, the bitterness of the taste left, leaving a creamy, slightly savoury flavour and a breathless gasp that accompanied the finals throaty moans of his orgasm. He was reassuring as I was hurriedly tidied up and wiped down, the tenderness was gone but there was no anger or warnings. My mother was pleased to hear that I had enjoyed my time away and why not? As someone who had no idea what abuse was, how could I recognise it, I just assumed it was a stage in growing up that every boy and girl went through at certain stages. And as my Life went on, with girls and boys, more increasingly males as experimenting as an adult took a central place in sexual play, I was at ease with men and cock. As I look back now, I am glad I went for that drive. Life would have been a lot less complicated but I would have missed many delicious moments. In my teens and early adult life, that day had me ready for the unexpected move in a group, a feel on my bum at an adult party or a whispered invitation to a quiet corner. Since then, I have been kissed, licked, bitten, fondled, poked, sucked, wanked, spanked, felt, fondled, prodded, grabbed, cuddled, hugged, caressed, held, pulled and fucked by men, women and some lovely people in between. Now that escapade would be called a crime and although it was never mentioned by anyone, ever, I have no regrets. I still feel that first touch of lips against lips and his hand on my groin and cock. It made me, me and I am totally comfortable with that.

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