Background: When I was in 6th grade, I met a boy whom I absolutely hated. He was infuriatingly arrogant, but I couldn't protest because he truly was amazing. The problem was that he knew he was.
So I went on hating him until late freshman year (9th grade) of high school. Should you have any kind of concerns concerning wherever along with the best big boobs pov way to work with amazing pov porn, you can e-mail us from our internet site. We became friendly towards each other and I felt attracted to him, but I didn't really know him very well. Skip to early sophomore year and we had begun dating. We were both pretty awkward since it was the first relationship for both of us, and so we only dated for about two months, during which we never did anything (not even kiss). But during that period we had grown very close as friends, so we ended things amicably because we both wanted to focus on school. Over the years we both had other relationships, but we still stayed best friends. Even when I casually went out with a few guys, I still was undeniably attracted to him. He was the object of my wet dreams and I usually fantasized about him whenever I felt adventurous with myself. My fantasies usually consisted of us doing it at school in a classroom, or me walking in on him masturbating and "finishing the job for him."
We went to prom together, but "just as friends."
So over the summer (we were both entering our freshman year in college), we hung out a lot since we weren't going to the same college in the fall, and I guess part of me was terrified we would drift apart once the fall began.
One day I went over to his house, and his mom let me in. This wasn't really a big deal since this was usually how we hang out. His mom would let me in, I'd go to his room, and we'd either leave the house or go to the basement to watch movies. The only problem with that day was that I'd gotten there about half an hour earlier than I usually did.
Anyways, when I walked in, I saw him sprawled out on his bed, pants and boxers down around his calves, and his erect penis in his hand. His hand was still gliding over his boner when I pushed open the door. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was half open. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.
Somehow he didn't hear me when I pushed open the door (probably since it wasn't closed all the way to begin with), and so he kept going at it. I guess I forgot that it was real life and not just another one of my fantasies, because I sort of just stood there and watched him. I was mesmerized, and I was obviously getting very aroused from watching him.
But then he opened his eyes, and he saw me there, staring at him. He looked so surprised and embarrassed, and he stopped immediately.
"my name," he sort of stuttered. He looked so flustered, similar to the way I fantasized about him. I was even more aroused by how throaty his voice sounded, kind of like a bed voice or a throat that needs to be cleared.
"No," I said. "Don't stop." If I had been in the right state of mind, I probably wouldn't have said that. I mean, thinking about it now, I'm still surprised by my words.
He looked at me in surprise and responded with a surprised, "What?" amateur allure galleries I walked towards him. I was a horny, deprived-feeling, 18 year old. I don't know what courage possessed me, but I got onto his bed and looked at him for a second before I kissed him.
He seemed really surprised at first before he started kissing me back. Things got really heated very quickly, and before I knew it, his shirt came off. His pants were already down so I easily kissed my way down his body. I'd never given a blow job before, but I'd seen and read about giving them, so I tried my best. I wasn't as nervous as I would have thought I would be, but it was probably because of how horny I was.
I went straight for the balls first, since I had heard that it felt better for the guy. Other than that, I don't remember exactly what I did, but he came pretty quickly. I wanted to swallow, but he surprised me, so half of it dribbled out of my mouth, which was sort of embarrassing.
Afterwards, I was still extremely aroused, so I went back to kissing him. I think he got the hint because he began undressing me, but his mom then called to us, asking where we were going to go to hang out.
We stopped then, and the sheer disappointment I felt was unmeasurable. I mean, I had fantasized about this for over two years already. But had we continued, his mom would have gotten suspicious. So we got dressed, went down to his basement, and watched a movie. During the whole time I still felt unsatisfied, so I went to the bathroom and finished it myself. I think he knew what I was doing.
We fooled around a lot during the rest of the summer, so eventually I got my turn. And later on when I asked him, he told me he had been fantasizing about me when I had walked in. Lucky for me, or else it could have turned out much more awkwardly/embarrassingly for me.

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