Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 16:50:10 EDT
From: Recklissmind@aol.com
Subject: first-boyfriend-series/ chapter 5

OK guys (and girls...yes there are girls who read this believe it or not)
here it is: chapter #5. It's longer than the other chapters. Hope ya'll
like it

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      We sat there on the bench for hours, or at least it seemed. The last
thing I wanted was for this to end. I loved just being with him, holding
his hand, talking and finding things out about him. He was an only
child. His parents were both hotshot lawyers in a neighboring city. They
were rarely home, and when they were, they were reading documents or on the
phone.  Zack said that because of this, he had learned to cook for himself
by the age of 12.

      I told Zack that growing up for me was just the opposite. Before my 2
brothers and my sister had left the house, I never had privacy. My parents
were not only involved in my life, but perhaps a little too involved!
Anytime I left the house or came back I was interrogated. What was I doing?
Where was I going? How long would I be? My parents made sure that they knew
every move that I made. I supposed that my parents had decided that I was a
young adult, and I needed a little more space lately. I was grateful for
that, and very careful not to do anything that would jeopardize my precious
bit of freedom.

      I checked my watch and declared that it was 9:30. "I told the 'rents
I'd be home by ten," I said sadly. Getting up, he responded, "Well that's
OK, let's just go back to my house so you can call and tell them you're
spending the night." After a short silence he added, "You do want to spend
the night, don't you?" "Uhh, yeah," I nodded with a small hesitation. What
about your parents?"

      "They're away for the weekend. Some conference or something." That
said, he took my hand and pulled me up off the bench. We walked back to his
house, hand in hand, still conversing. We walked in the door and he showed
me where the phone was. I called my Mom and told her I'd be spending the
night.  After a few questions she agreed and said goodnight and that she'd
see me in the morning.

      After I hung up the phone, Zack took me up the stairs to his room.
His house was gorgeous. I was done in a very classy neo-modern style. There
were pictures of him on the stair case. I couldn't help but stop to look at
them.  They started at the bottom a picture of him when he was about
two. They continued in chronological order until his junior class picture,
and the last one, a portrait of him done a few months ago, as he explained.

      I was staring at the portrait, admiring how well the artist had
captured the subtle, but detailed features of his face, lightly tanned,
smooth, and unblemished, and his eyes that anyone could easily get lost
in. I was swimming in the two most beautiful clear blue seas, and marveling
at the fact that they were made of paint when the words, "Well, come on!"
came from the other end of the monstrous hallway. I snapped out of my daze
and followed. When I met him at his doorway he quietly and seductively
whispered, "Why stare at an impostor when you have the real thing right in
front of you?"

      I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. That had been the first time that
I was bold enough to make the first move. My boldness didn't stop there
either. Without even realizing it, I started to undress him. My hand roamed
slowly down his firm and muscular body to where his shirt ended. I stuck my
hand the shirt and began massaging his stomach, making this abs spasm and
go wild. I lifted up on his shirt as he unbuttoned mine, and we broke or
kiss only long enough to take each other's shirts off of their bodies.
Immediately, we resumed our kiss, hands roaming everywhere. I was out of
control! My hands were already down his pants and massaging the mounds of
flesh that they took so much delight in.

      I undid his belt buckle and unsnapped his pants letting them drop to
the floor. This took him by surprise and he let out a small gasp. I looked
down only to find that his dick was so hard that it was already poking out
of the hole in his boxers. I instinctively grabbed it and started massaging
it, much to his delight. In turn, he slid my pants and boxers off in one
felled swoop. He stood back up, and headed for the bed. Kicking my pants
and boxers to the corner, I followed him.

      First, he laid me on my stomach and starting at my neck, he kissed me
the whole way down my back. He then stuck a finger in my ass, probing my
virgin puckerhole. I had no idea that it could possibly feel that good to
have something stuck up your ass. So imagine my surprise when he stuck his
tongue in! This was heaven, I was sure of it!

      Zack rimmed my uncompromised sphincter until I thought my prostate
gland was going to explode. Then, without warning, he flipped me over on my
back and hoisted my legs in the air to rest on his shoulders. He stroked
the undersides of my legs on the way down. Then he positioned himself so
close to me that his dick was touching my ass, and looked up and asked, "Is
this was you want?"

      "More than you know!" I exclaimed as if I would go into convulsions
unless he stuck it in me within the next 5 seconds. I let out a whimper as
he guided it up my rectum. He left it there for about 30 seconds to let me
adapt to it and loosen up before he slowly pulled it out and back up again.
After he did it a couple of times the pain turned to pure pleasure. He
began to ride me faster and harder making me moan and grunt with ever
increasing volume.

      It just kept getting better. There was an 8-inch penis in my ass, and
I didn't think I'd ever get enough! If there had been any doubts in my mind
that I was gay, Zack was wiping them away one by one with each plunge of
his pulsating prick. I knew this was it, what I had been waiting for all my
life.  It felt so right.

      Finally, Zack announced that he was going to cum. Suddenly I felt my
guts being flooded by massive amounts of Zack's man-cream. I hadn't
realized it, but I was about to cum too. I grabbed my dick and stroked a
few times, Zack still pumping furiously in the height of our shared
orgasm. With a loud, deep moan, I exploded my load all over Zack's sweaty
chest and abdomen. I even managed to get some jiz on his cheek. He licked
it off with his tongue, and then allowed his body to collapse on top of
mine. I wrapped my arms around him, kissed him on the head, and held him as
close to me as I could.

We fell asleep like that, spent.

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