It’s crucial for everyone to have memories, because those instant clips that run through your mind, take you back to that exact moment of time. Giving you the same feeling, of place, environment and people. It is such an amazing way to catch up and re-live moments that happened so quickly that you haven’t had the chance to enjoy them at that time.
One type of those memories, are the sexual ones. And since I posed for this month’s theme; The Bondage December and it’s sexual issue, I should write as provocatively as I posed. So I thought of sharing some of my sexual moments that I will never forget, and give you an invitation to my most isolated, and not-much-talked-about erotic short-whiles, (sometimes long igniting whiles, wink wink).
We finished a game of soccer; all the 10th graders were dusty and tired, sweating under the burning sun. There was this one guy that had a different kind of allure, especially to me; He was my high school crush. Tall, well-built body, disheveled black hair, hazel eyes that melted me to the core whenever he looked at me, an intoxicating smile that could make me –and excuse my language- cum a dizillion times, yes, that’s how sexy he was.
I went straight to the bathroom to wash my face and get ready for the next class. He came in and I instantly blacked out. Oddly, I was the other guy with the crush, gazing at him though the mirror; pulling his short dirty shorts from the front, inserting his hand to grab his chunky fellow; in order to adjust it, and later change. I fantasized this scenario in my head a lot when I masturbated. Me and him alone, in the school’s bathroom, witnessing the adjustment preview part!
“Hey Ali” he said.
“…………….” I replied. I was still blocked out, but when I snapped out of it, I replied: “nice game we had, yea?”
“Yup, it was a good one, but it’s so hot outside, just like you.” He said in a sexy tone running parallel with an enigmatic smile, while he was taking off his white shirt showing his pecks with a hint of hair on them.
(WHAT THE HELL IS HE SAYING???) This was just one thought from the one hundred thousand thoughts I had in my about-to-explode head. He is straight! What? Who? Am I dreaming?!
I couldn’t reply in any useful sentence, I was dumbfounded. If you saw me then, you could tell that I was about to have a heart attack. The adrenaline was vigorously flowing all through my veins, down to my growing penis! I had an erection from this one single sentence!
All of the sudden, he started approaching me looking directly into my eyes, everything stopped moving except him. Their he goes, walking with confident steps splashing his appeal all over the place, and there it happened, the moment I was milking myself about everyday; The Kiss. Our lips united for two seconds. I was too afraid to go on, thinking that someone would walk in. I stepped back; he came closer and kissed me again. This time it was stronger, it was the one we call a “full kiss” with tongue, teeth and hair grabbing.
I could never forget that kiss, my first kiss. I still remember how it felt to cruise inside his entire mouth, the texture, the heat, and the sweat that glued our faces together. All of those made the hottest memory in my erotic encyclopedia.
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