Well, things started off as an ordinary night for me. I was walking back to my house when I heard a "psst" sound coming from the neighbors house. While at first, I ignored it, and then next thing you know someone starts to call out my name. I still remembered that night.
Confused, I turned around out of curiosity and it was a classmate of mine standing next to the village drunk, yeah this guy was usually drunk and often gets a new tattoo almost every week or so...I think it was every week. Anyways, I could've left but there was a little voice in me that was practically crying out to me, letting me know to go over and say hi. Everyone in my family and pretty much anyone who knows me knows that I am not the type to stay out late. I'm an introvert and a bit of a homebody, so I only meant to go to the store to get cookies and go back home. But then again, I saw the village drunk just standing there and despite his alcoholic nature and often party's like a college frat boy, he was so damn handsome. The tattoos didn't help make him less attractive, it just made me want him more. And of course there was my classmate...meh.
My classmate and I have fooled around a bit, we were always tasting each others juice every other school night and almost got caught by his dad. You're probably thinking, on a school night? Just how young were you? Well..erhm...lets just say we were pretty young and the drunk was way older. Yes I know, I'm leaning towards my inner slut at a young age. Anyways, pulling a Little Red Riding Hood and straying from the path, I went to the two guys just chilling outside. I went there and out of no where, the drunk, let's say his name is Horse. All of a sudden started lecturing about what it means to be a man and how to act like one. Horse has that gangster-like tone in his voice every time he speaks. He's Polynesian, as am I and pretty much everyone in my stories.
I stood there like an idiot, holding my bag of cookies and just felt like why am I here? This is such an out of character moment for me, like literally, I would never do this. But I was there, front and centered. We talked and talked. And before I knew it he asked if I wanted to sleep over. I notice he hasn't had his sip of alcohol yet because he wasn't speaking like a lizard with a lisp like he usually do. So I knew he was sober...for now. After telling me if I would like to sleep over, I thought to myself. Sure. From there I had to go home and blah, blah, blah, and finally came back and we all went to his house. He lives alone usually and his girlfriend comes and goes. Horse, my classmate whose name shall be Brisk, and I we all started off watching tv. I forgot what we were watching, but Horse went to shower and then came back and started drinking a little bit before suddenly falling asleep in his towel. It was getting really late, and suddenly the power went out. Horse was asleep, which meant Brisk and I started playing with one another in the dark. I don't know how long the power was out but we was definitely on. Over a while, Brisk needed to take a piss so he went outside, not long after, Horse awakens from his slumber and decides to also go outside to take a piss. Horse lives pretty far back in the neighborhood where is house is practically covered by trees and bushes so you can't really see what's going on there, and plus the streetlights was still out.
I stood at the door and you can see the outlines of the two males, plus there was a full moon out so that conveniently helped. They stood about nine feet apart from one another and had their own spot for pissing. Then Brisk had to go home real quick and left Horse and myself....alone...in...his...house. We're neighbors, so Brisk was only supposed to be gone for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Horse went back to lay down on the floor. He likes the floor. I just laid a few inches away from him. Then I felt a tingle up my spine, like something was gently rubbing my back. I twitched at first because I was ticklish, and then I felt a tug on my shirt. I turn to him and he was motionless. He then proceeds to slowly move his hand down his bulge and started grunting a bit. I wasn't sure what to do so I touched his hand and then slowly caressed his arm. I let out a sigh and before I knew it, he opened his towel. I was a little surprised and he was fully hard like he was ready to plow someone.
I on the other hand, well am still a virgin. No one's ever taken my butt virginity. I've never had sex. Unless you count giving head or jerking, because that's pretty much the only thing Brisk and I have only done. So I played with him for a little bit. I wish Brisk was here, I could've told him do it but he had to go on the one time I needed him. So I hesitated a bit and we kissed. He laid me back and I turned around. I thought to myself, I don't think this is how I wanted to lose my butt virginity even if he was hot as hell. So what I did was I placed his member in-between my legs and pretended it was my bootyhole. He kept having to adjust it and was kind of confused, he kept asking me like "is it in?" and I would be like "yeaahh" like a sheep getting sheared. And then he kept on going and going and going longer and faster like the energizer bunny. I was like this actually felt good in between my legs. I squeezed my legs as tight as I could for my amusement and had to hold back my laughter. He was constant on making sure it was in and I always responded in a distressful way.
What I should've done was make sounds of discomfort, because you know...he's trying to reach into that little voice I had earlier. Yet here I am trying desperately to hold in my laughter. Suddenly I could feel him climaxing, it was like a warm flow of liquid oozing in between my legs. Afterwards he stood up and went to wash dishes. While I just laid there on the floor like a lazy sack of potatoes, wondering..."Where's Brisk?"
End.
Confused, I turned around out of curiosity and it was a classmate of mine standing next to the village drunk, yeah this guy was usually drunk and often gets a new tattoo almost every week or so...I think it was every week. Anyways, I could've left but there was a little voice in me that was practically crying out to me, letting me know to go over and say hi. Everyone in my family and pretty much anyone who knows me knows that I am not the type to stay out late. I'm an introvert and a bit of a homebody, so I only meant to go to the store to get cookies and go back home. But then again, I saw the village drunk just standing there and despite his alcoholic nature and often party's like a college frat boy, he was so damn handsome. The tattoos didn't help make him less attractive, it just made me want him more. And of course there was my classmate...meh.
My classmate and I have fooled around a bit, we were always tasting each others juice every other school night and almost got caught by his dad. You're probably thinking, on a school night? Just how young were you? Well..erhm...lets just say we were pretty young and the drunk was way older. Yes I know, I'm leaning towards my inner slut at a young age. Anyways, pulling a Little Red Riding Hood and straying from the path, I went to the two guys just chilling outside. I went there and out of no where, the drunk, let's say his name is Horse. All of a sudden started lecturing about what it means to be a man and how to act like one. Horse has that gangster-like tone in his voice every time he speaks. He's Polynesian, as am I and pretty much everyone in my stories.
I stood there like an idiot, holding my bag of cookies and just felt like why am I here? This is such an out of character moment for me, like literally, I would never do this. But I was there, front and centered. We talked and talked. And before I knew it he asked if I wanted to sleep over. I notice he hasn't had his sip of alcohol yet because he wasn't speaking like a lizard with a lisp like he usually do. So I knew he was sober...for now. After telling me if I would like to sleep over, I thought to myself. Sure. From there I had to go home and blah, blah, blah, and finally came back and we all went to his house. He lives alone usually and his girlfriend comes and goes. Horse, my classmate whose name shall be Brisk, and I we all started off watching tv. I forgot what we were watching, but Horse went to shower and then came back and started drinking a little bit before suddenly falling asleep in his towel. It was getting really late, and suddenly the power went out. Horse was asleep, which meant Brisk and I started playing with one another in the dark. I don't know how long the power was out but we was definitely on. Over a while, Brisk needed to take a piss so he went outside, not long after, Horse awakens from his slumber and decides to also go outside to take a piss. Horse lives pretty far back in the neighborhood where is house is practically covered by trees and bushes so you can't really see what's going on there, and plus the streetlights was still out.
I stood at the door and you can see the outlines of the two males, plus there was a full moon out so that conveniently helped. They stood about nine feet apart from one another and had their own spot for pissing. Then Brisk had to go home real quick and left Horse and myself....alone...in...his...house. We're neighbors, so Brisk was only supposed to be gone for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Horse went back to lay down on the floor. He likes the floor. I just laid a few inches away from him. Then I felt a tingle up my spine, like something was gently rubbing my back. I twitched at first because I was ticklish, and then I felt a tug on my shirt. I turn to him and he was motionless. He then proceeds to slowly move his hand down his bulge and started grunting a bit. I wasn't sure what to do so I touched his hand and then slowly caressed his arm. I let out a sigh and before I knew it, he opened his towel. I was a little surprised and he was fully hard like he was ready to plow someone.
I on the other hand, well am still a virgin. No one's ever taken my butt virginity. I've never had sex. Unless you count giving head or jerking, because that's pretty much the only thing Brisk and I have only done. So I played with him for a little bit. I wish Brisk was here, I could've told him do it but he had to go on the one time I needed him. So I hesitated a bit and we kissed. He laid me back and I turned around. I thought to myself, I don't think this is how I wanted to lose my butt virginity even if he was hot as hell. So what I did was I placed his member in-between my legs and pretended it was my bootyhole. He kept having to adjust it and was kind of confused, he kept asking me like "is it in?" and I would be like "yeaahh" like a sheep getting sheared. And then he kept on going and going and going longer and faster like the energizer bunny. I was like this actually felt good in between my legs. I squeezed my legs as tight as I could for my amusement and had to hold back my laughter. He was constant on making sure it was in and I always responded in a distressful way.
What I should've done was make sounds of discomfort, because you know...he's trying to reach into that little voice I had earlier. Yet here I am trying desperately to hold in my laughter. Suddenly I could feel him climaxing, it was like a warm flow of liquid oozing in between my legs. Afterwards he stood up and went to wash dishes. While I just laid there on the floor like a lazy sack of potatoes, wondering..."Where's Brisk?"
End.
