This event I am m about to share happened years ago.
I was sitting in my house watching TV when there was a knock at my door. I answered it only to find it was Sean. I met Sean when he was in 8th grade. I worked with him and some other 8th graders in an outreach program. I had a feeling he was dealing with being gay because the topic came up a few times, but the subject was very concealed. He went on through school, and I lost touch with him, typical for the program.
So imagine my surprise when the 20 something-year-old Sean showed up at my door. He had started to grow into himself and was quite handsome. I guess I stood there in shock because he asked me if he was allowed to come in. I, of course, left him in, and we sat down.
He told me he had dropped out of school because of an incident. He said he had a male magazine in his binder for History class. I never got an honest answer as to why he had brought the magazine to school, but he had. He was picked on and bullied quite a bit, so it was not uncommon for a kid to knock his binder off his desk. Of course, when the binder fell to the floor, the contents spilled. His magazine was on display, confirming what everyone thought. He picked up the binder only to have the teacher make some homophobic comment. The kid who knocked his binder to the floor received no reprimand but, he did because of the magazine. He was so embarrassed and angry at the teacher for not defending him that he walked out of the room and didn't stop until he was out of the school. It was pretty sad, but I was familiar with the school district and knew it was in what many called the "Bible Belt" of PA.
After talking a bit longer, he asked me if I would show him around my house as he was excited to see it. We started with the basement and then went upstairs. We went into my bedroom, where he looked around at all the art I had in there. I was on one side of the bed and he on the other. He walked around to where I was standing, and the next thing I knew, I was on my bed, and he was on top of me. Sean had thrown me onto my bed. I looked up at him in shock. He got this evil smile on his face, and then his lips crashed down on mine. I was not sure what to do at first because I was so freaking surprised. He kept trying to force his tongue into my tightly sealed lips. While he was kissing me, he began to grind his cock into mine. Mine was getting harder by the second.
We spent time rolling around and kissing each other and slowly undressing. When Sean pulled his underpants off, I gulped because little Sean was little no more. He had a very long and fat cock that already had pre-cum dripping from it. He came over to the bed where I still had my underpants on, and he slid them right off me. Sean looked down at me and smiled. Then he said, I have been waiting so long to do this to you." Wasting no time, he took my leaking cock into his mouth, providing me a fantastic blow job. We took turns sucking each other, and suffice to say; I had to stretch my mouth to get him into my mouth.
We played like this for probably an hour when I said that I would need to get off soon as I was beginning to get blue balls. Sean took me and went to work to drain me. I warned him when I was about to cum, and he just kept sucking until he swallowed every drop. My cock got extremely sensitive, and eventually, I had to tell him to let my dick go. I went to return the favor, and he stopped me. He said, "Now, no matter where I go or whatever I do, you will always be a part of me." He got up and got dressed, kissed me again, and asked if he could come back another time. Of course, I said yes. I walked him to the door, and we kissed one more time, and then he was gone. He did come over one more time after that, but while we were engaged, another guy that I was FWB stopped by and was persistent about ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door. I asked Sean what he thought about a threesome. He said, "I just want you to myself." I apologized and said that I needed to leave my friend in. While I went to do that, Sean dressed and came down the stairs. He said hello to my friend and said goodbye to me. I know you are all reading this and thinking that I was a real ass to Sean. I was a real ass, but I was so into the FWB guy that I gave up something that may have been better in the long run.
It was many more years before I heard from Sean again. He had since become a nurse and was married, and lived in a very posh area. Last New Year's Eve, I heard from him again. I think he may have been drunk as he was saying some bizarre things and then started sending pictures of his dick, his husband sucking his dick, and of him being fucked by his husband. Just as fast as we, connected he was gone. I have not heard from him since then. He will always be a crazy memory because no one before or after him has ever thrown me onto my bed and then just jumped on top of me.
I was sitting in my house watching TV when there was a knock at my door. I answered it only to find it was Sean. I met Sean when he was in 8th grade. I worked with him and some other 8th graders in an outreach program. I had a feeling he was dealing with being gay because the topic came up a few times, but the subject was very concealed. He went on through school, and I lost touch with him, typical for the program.
So imagine my surprise when the 20 something-year-old Sean showed up at my door. He had started to grow into himself and was quite handsome. I guess I stood there in shock because he asked me if he was allowed to come in. I, of course, left him in, and we sat down.
He told me he had dropped out of school because of an incident. He said he had a male magazine in his binder for History class. I never got an honest answer as to why he had brought the magazine to school, but he had. He was picked on and bullied quite a bit, so it was not uncommon for a kid to knock his binder off his desk. Of course, when the binder fell to the floor, the contents spilled. His magazine was on display, confirming what everyone thought. He picked up the binder only to have the teacher make some homophobic comment. The kid who knocked his binder to the floor received no reprimand but, he did because of the magazine. He was so embarrassed and angry at the teacher for not defending him that he walked out of the room and didn't stop until he was out of the school. It was pretty sad, but I was familiar with the school district and knew it was in what many called the "Bible Belt" of PA.
After talking a bit longer, he asked me if I would show him around my house as he was excited to see it. We started with the basement and then went upstairs. We went into my bedroom, where he looked around at all the art I had in there. I was on one side of the bed and he on the other. He walked around to where I was standing, and the next thing I knew, I was on my bed, and he was on top of me. Sean had thrown me onto my bed. I looked up at him in shock. He got this evil smile on his face, and then his lips crashed down on mine. I was not sure what to do at first because I was so freaking surprised. He kept trying to force his tongue into my tightly sealed lips. While he was kissing me, he began to grind his cock into mine. Mine was getting harder by the second.
We spent time rolling around and kissing each other and slowly undressing. When Sean pulled his underpants off, I gulped because little Sean was little no more. He had a very long and fat cock that already had pre-cum dripping from it. He came over to the bed where I still had my underpants on, and he slid them right off me. Sean looked down at me and smiled. Then he said, I have been waiting so long to do this to you." Wasting no time, he took my leaking cock into his mouth, providing me a fantastic blow job. We took turns sucking each other, and suffice to say; I had to stretch my mouth to get him into my mouth.
We played like this for probably an hour when I said that I would need to get off soon as I was beginning to get blue balls. Sean took me and went to work to drain me. I warned him when I was about to cum, and he just kept sucking until he swallowed every drop. My cock got extremely sensitive, and eventually, I had to tell him to let my dick go. I went to return the favor, and he stopped me. He said, "Now, no matter where I go or whatever I do, you will always be a part of me." He got up and got dressed, kissed me again, and asked if he could come back another time. Of course, I said yes. I walked him to the door, and we kissed one more time, and then he was gone. He did come over one more time after that, but while we were engaged, another guy that I was FWB stopped by and was persistent about ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door. I asked Sean what he thought about a threesome. He said, "I just want you to myself." I apologized and said that I needed to leave my friend in. While I went to do that, Sean dressed and came down the stairs. He said hello to my friend and said goodbye to me. I know you are all reading this and thinking that I was a real ass to Sean. I was a real ass, but I was so into the FWB guy that I gave up something that may have been better in the long run.
It was many more years before I heard from Sean again. He had since become a nurse and was married, and lived in a very posh area. Last New Year's Eve, I heard from him again. I think he may have been drunk as he was saying some bizarre things and then started sending pictures of his dick, his husband sucking his dick, and of him being fucked by his husband. Just as fast as we, connected he was gone. I have not heard from him since then. He will always be a crazy memory because no one before or after him has ever thrown me onto my bed and then just jumped on top of me.
