It was late afternoon when I came home from football practice. It was a warm day so I had changed my clothes after training not even, I was wearing black shorts, I reached down almost to the knees, and a white t-shirt of the national team. The sleeves I had to shoulder hochgekrämpelt to abzubekommen little more sun.
I unlocked the front door, threw my gym bag in the corner and walked into the kitchen. My parents were divorced and my mother worked late into the evening. My brother was three years older than me, so nineteen, and was doing his civilization.
I took a Coke from the fridge and walked over to the living room to watch TV for me recover from training. But no sooner had I entered the living room, put my heart a beat. The guy who stood at the window, smoking was not my brother.
The man was slightly larger than I, strongly built, had dark hair, which he had cut very short, so it was clearly his scalp was, tanned and wearing a German Army uniform.
At first I thought I was dreaming, until the shock wore off a bit, and I wondered how I could come to the phone to call the police, but I saw the guy. But before I came up with a solution, they turned to the man and immediately began tingling in my stomach area. The soldier looked at me with his dark eyes, took one last deep train of his cigarette before he flicked it out the window and slowly austieß the bluish smoke. He had a round harmonious face, which ran towards the bottom edges. He had the sleeves of his uniform half gekrämpelt up and I saw on his right arm, a black tattoo that reached down to his wrist.
"Hey, my name is Simon. I'm a friend of your brother. He is just a while to buy a few things for tonight. Did basic training degree behind me and finally free," said the man with a deep male voice. Meanwhile, I just stood there, trying desperately to form any words, but I could not. "Are you Chris? My God, when I saw you last saw it, you were a little wimpy. I remember how your brother and I used you ever taken your toy and therefore you cried like crazy." Simon put his hands into his pockets and took a step toward me. He had a dark beard shadow and I could smell cigarette smoke and sweat. I could feel the blood in my shot and Ledengegen there something stir. That was something I had never seen in a man, only big breasted girls.
"Did you devious language, or why do you say nothing?" Simon came a step closer.
"I ... I ... just got back from soccer practice, "I stammered, cursing me right, admit something Bescheuertes from me.
Simon nodded.
"How old are you now?"
"Sixteen."
Simon nodded.
"Have you made quite a bit. The football seems to be paying off," said Simon, and I could feel his eyes wandered over my body. The blond shaggy hair that hung me halfway through the eyes, the broad chest, the flat stomach, the lump in my step and my strong calves.
"Do you do anything else?"
"I go to the gym twice a week."
"Yes, because I'm not going well."
"You can see it," came to me on the lips, without that I realized quite what I was saying. "Thanks," said Simon verschmitzes and grinned a smile. Even more blood rushed into my cock so I went quickly around Simon and sat down on the couch.
"How is so because in the Armed Forces?" I asked and drank hastily from my Coke.
"Cool," replied Simon, and began to tell of his basic training. I listened not to correct, I had to stare at it all the time. The bulging veins on his forearms and the tattoo, his legs, which filled almost all pants, black leather shoes, which were scrubbed spotless and firm butt, in which I had to pull myself together in order not to touch him.
"... And why the tattoo," he beendte his report. I saw him again in the dark, mysterious eyes and said: "Looks cool Want me already tattooed, but Mom makes therefore stink How far up is the ever.."
"Will you see her again?"
I held my breath and knew at first did not know what to say. At the thought of seeing this guy naked - at least up around - let me sweat. I quickly nodded.
Simon began to unbutton his uniform shirt. Among them came a unifarbenses shirt to light that he took off without hesitation, too. I stared at Simons hairless chiseled chest, the thick upper arms and broad shoulders. Then my eyes moved down to his groove-shaped abdominal muscles and the downy hair that curled around his navels. What was wrong with me?
Only at second glance, I noticed that Simon's tattoo nich only covered his entire right arm, but is also a piece on his shoulder and his chest covered. It almost looked like. "From Dust Till Dawn", the tattoo of George Clooney in the film
"Five sessions I needed it."
"UU And as ge-how much it cost?" I stuttered.
"Nothing has been a friend of mine," replied Simon, and took a step toward me. My head was now right at the height of his step. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Simon asked suddenly. He made no move to get dressed again.
I nodded. Then I hastily shook his head.
Simon laughed. "What now? Do you have a or not"
"Not really."
"You fucked it just?"
I choked and coughed. I quickly put the Coke can to the side before I spilled everything.
"What is you the embarrassing It's not must I tell you that I missed right during basic training -?. Fuck again properly to masturbate constantly it does not bring up, I'm right It is equally horny again?"
I nodded dared me not to look at him. "Jerks you often? So was your age I have my least twice a day jerked," Simon said, and sat down next to me on the couch. He put an arm on the Lehene, directly behind my back.
I shrugged. The odor had increased and I have to admit that it was hard for me not just to kiss him.
"Will you now jerk?"
He suddenly I looked up. "What!"
"Yes, but is not there and I'm horny again. Probably because the Gerde of fucking and masturbation. Did you leave you ever had a wank?"
I could say nothing, staring at just the perfect body from Simon.
"So I and your brother have done many times before."
I got great eyes.
"My God, but do not look so shocked." Simon laughed his deep laugh and stroked my hand through my hair. I almost exploded and turned to face him. Our eyes met and planted himself in electricity between us. He took his hand from my head, placed it gently on my crotch and began to knead. I wanted to protest, to scream and run away, but instead I closed my eyes and groaned. That was a while till I realized that Simon pulled down my shorts. My eyelids sprang open and I grabbed his hand. Determinative he urged them away. He pulled down my shorts and pulled them over my feet. My cock pressed hard against the white fabric of my panties. A wet spot had formed at the front. And before I realized what was happening, had Simon bent down and licked my tongue over it. I almost cried with lust. Again and again he ran his tongue over the bump and knapperte it a little. My cock twitched under these touches like a snake. Then there was Simon abruptly and took off my pants. Now my cock sticking up stiffly, like a Fanenmast he stood out from the bright tufts of pubic hair. Sperm threads were sticking to it and the foreskin has fully retracted, so that the fleshy glans exposed.
"You've got a bigger than your brother," Simon said, and now he bent over my cock and took it into her mouth. He licked it like crazy, slid his tongue into my piss hole and played around with one hand on my balls. He kneaded and pulled. Shit that was cool! Something I had supposed to act, but until now I had Sandra, my almost girlfriend, still can not get them to take my cock in her mouth. I enjoyed this feeling, forgot that Simon was a guy and moaned louder. I put my hands on Simon's head, feeling his short spiky hair and pushed him down again.
"II-I'll be right," I moaned, and no sooner had I said that, I inject a huge load into Simon's mouth. I heard he swallowed two, three, four times. As far as I have never had hosed. When I was done, I took my hands away from his head and dropped it next to me. Simon stood up, looked at my body glistening with sweat, and how strong my stomach heaved. Then he leaned down to me and kissed me. Long and hard. His tongue pierced the soft embankment my lips and he explored my mouth. I tasted the salty taste of my own semen and I felt Simons krazige cheek.
After an eternity, we separated from each other. "Damn it, gave me the missing," he said. I said nothing. He bent down, unlaced his black leather boots, took them off and went after his trousers to create. He quickly took off his uniform pants. His cock bulged out of his boxer shorts as a tent. I could not help myself, I had to reach for it. My thoughts were completely eliminated and only the instincts and the emotions were there.
Simon's cock was almost as thick as my forearm, but no longer than my cock, which is about sixteen, seventeen inches long. He felt well in my hands and it excited me even when I saw how excited was Simon. He stood with his hands on his hips, stood legs apart and had put her head slightly back. His eyes were closed. He groaned, grunted, almost, as I jerked him druch the fabric through.
Eventually I could not take it anymore, Simon pulled the boxer shorts down and literally staring at his manhood. Simon was circumcised and his bag hung heavily down, as if it were two tennis balls. He was hairy and black hair of the emitted a musky odor which excited me even more. I got up and went to his knees in front of Simon. With my hands, I covered his firm ass, felt the fine hairs on it and pulled him close to me. I licked his tongue over his glans moist, drove along the shaft and buried my nose in his pubic hair, examined the eggs and took the first one and then the other into his mouth. I drew on it. Simon moaned even more. I squinted up at him and realized that he had his hands clasped behind his back now, as I had seen when soldiers competed to visit. "Come on, take it in your mouth," he growled.
I obeyed. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took Simon's thick cock in her mouth. He immediately began to make fuck movementen. I clutched my hands even more in his butt and and I thought he would come right away, he stopped abruptly.
"Wait," he said and pulled me up.
"What Have I done something wrong?", I asked. He did not answer, turned me around and pushed me forward. In order to have a better grip, I stuck firmly to the back of the couch. Behind me, Simon went to his knees and Spreitzer my strong soccer legs a little. I was still wearing the white socks. Then I felt something wet on my ass and I took a moment before I realized that this was Simon's tongue. Again and again, she slipped into my hole, licking it like an ice cream. With his hands, Simon drew my ass cheeks apart slightly, to get their hands better. My hole was wetter and wetter and finally I felt like Simon the spit with a finger and spread it in gently pushed. I groaned, closed his eyes and went to his knees slightly. Damn, I would have known earlier how cool it felt that I had licked all the guys on the ass, that you had said to me. Simon finished his work and I wanted to protest, when I heard him spew in his hands and soon Glitschgeräusche were heard. What was he doing? I turned my head and watched as he rubbed his thick, pink cock with his spit. His upper body glistened with sweat.
"It is beginning to hurt," he said.
I swallowed once and just wanted to say that I did not want to be fucked when I realized that Simon already directly behind me and pressed his cock against my hole. His statement was not a question, but only a preparation for the pain. So I refused the first place, however, turned my head back around, pressed her eyes and waited for the pain. This came in the next second, and something I had not been able to prepare. It felt like a drill, which slammed into a wall. Piece by piece, Simon went deeper into me, stretching my hole, until I thought to burst. I exclaimed. Then I felt his pubic hair on my ass and balls. For a moment, Simon remained in this position before he slowly pulled out his cock. I gritted my teeth, trying not to think about the pain. Simon me again pushed his big dick in the ass, but this time it was not so bad. This process was repeated several more times and each time I got used to it more. That could easily see also Simon, for he was now faster and faster. His cock nearly slipped out of my ass before he pushed him back inside with a jerk. He groaned growled and grunted like an animal. His balls slapped noisily against my ass. All this excited me so much that I could not help but took my own cock in his hand and began to jerk off. I looked behind me and saw Simon's semi pinched and strained face and upper body work. He went faster and faster and his instinct overcame him and finally, he made a jerk forward and lay on top of me. With his right hand he leaned on the couch and I saw his tattoo, which emerge from the effort was still significantly and almost alive. Simon was now deep inside me, made short sharp movements. His head was right next to my ear and I heard him moan loudly. A few seconds later he exclaimed, so I thought I would go numb, and I felt his cock began to pump vigorously and he shot several spurts cum in her gut. Since I could also no longer contain myself, my weighting erhöhrte movements and squirt a huge lump on the couch.
After we both came, we were moaning in unison, feeling the soggy sweat between us. I reached a hand back and Simon emphasized the almost shaved head.
"Damn, that was the best fuck of my life," he said, and pulled slowly out of me. It was hearing a popping as his cock slid out of my ass and immediately pulled my asshole back together. Semen flowed out of me and my thigh along, as if I had a leak. Daze I sat up and turned around. I looked at the man in front of me: the semi-rigid cock sticking out of the thick black pubic hair, the bag, which had contracted to the well-formed chest, the strong upper arm with the tattoo and I knew I had it all every day, every wanted hour.