CockTaleBar
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I 'm a 22yo sex-addicted Bi college guy from the Netherlands with three Passion of Christ in life : fittingness, writing, and sex.
But to be honest, I only like to write about sex. I only write about Real-Life events. The name calling, however, have been altered to ensure everybody 's privacy.

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16 ... ish

A story about a boy called Sam that happened about half a year ago. I was 21 at the time, and it proved the start of a strand of very positive events.

Aaaaaaand there I found myself, chatting with this cute Young blond boy. Let 's promise him Sam.
16 ( so, effectual in my country ), short blond hairsbreadth, bedroom middle and a short and slight build, according to the ikon on his visibility. The profile also stated he lived in the same city as I do ( Leeuwarden, the Netherlands ). He asked if i 'd like to camchat with him, cause he likes muscled college guys, such as I. `` Sure'I said, `` I do n't mind watching younger boy, so it 's okay with me '', and I ended with the celebrated smiley, sticking out it 's tongue.
And 16 is indeed younger than 21, so no problemo there.

We turned on our River Cam, and luckily it indeed turned out to be the precious boy from the pic.
The amazement on his side was laborious to conceal, however. It was warm in my room, so I was only wearing a boxershort. `` Wow, you 're even more brawny than in your picture ! ``
Indeed, the pic was about 4 month old at the time, and I had since put in some hard work, and had progressed visably. `` Yeah, that 's what happens if fittingness is your favourite hobby ... after sex '', I said.
He laughed and said sex was one of his biggest hobbies as well.
But meanwhile, he was still fully dressed. He was wearing the same clothes as in his picture, with similar lighting, so it suggest the pic had been taken that very same day.

'' Say, do n't you think it 's time for you to show a little more than hide as well ? '' I asked jokingly.
Without a word, he removed his shirt immediately, showing his slender build was accompanied by some awe-inspiring clear definition. From swimming and playing study hockey, he explained. Busy little fry then. Seemed befitting though, he looked like he had the muscularity of the vitaliser bunny with a Red pig addiction. Exactly what I like in youngster, really.

Such a fast physical structure made my stopcock parachuting up, reporting for duty, instantly.
'' Whoa, looks like my physical structure 's being approved ! How big is that monster ? ''
The contours of my proud 7 and a one-half inches were clearly visible in my blind drunk Björn Borg boxershort. `` 7.5 ? tinker's dam, that 's a adorable size ! '' It sounded like he had had experienced a exchangeable size of it before. When I asked whether he had he answered `` to a greater extent than you 'd look '', follow by a saint-like smiley with a malfunctioning nimbus. `` So, you 're an experienced bottom then ? I asked. `` Yeah, actually am ! But I 've also topped plenty already as well, think me. '' `` Damn, started nice'n early then', I asked. `` Boy, if only you knew ! '' he answered. I fought the estimation of continuing the line of question. Instead, I decided to take exception him a bit ; `` Then you probably could exhibit me a nicely develop small trap, could n't you ? '' With barely a cerebration he turned around, directing his bum towards the cam, pulling down his undies and spreading his buttcheeks. I was looking directly into a Danton True Young, hairless, well trained, tap boyhole, into which he effortlessly inserted two dry fingers. `` hoot, that 's looking adept '' I said, `` certain looks like it 's used to having something up there '' He turned round briefly, to interpret what I had typed, and instantly inserted a third finger. My cock was set to set off when he turned round again and licked his fingers. His dick was almost fully hard now as well, showing a good, thick, 6 inches. `` Looks like it 's working '' he said, referring to the fact the brain of my putz had popped out above the lot of my drawers. `` Show me a little more. ``
'' It sure does '' I said, and pulled down my undies to give a full view of my rockhard 7.5 column inch.
'' Damn bro, that 's definatly one I 'd wan na sit on. '' Cheeky blighter. I love it when shaver know what they want, like that, and no remainder here. You could n't fit it, if you wanted '' I teased. `` With your build, the promontory of my cock will be smaking your contraceptive diaphragm constantly. How tall are you anyway ? '' `` Wan na bet I can ? ``, he answered. `` I 've taken 7.5s before, ya'know. And I 'm 4'11 '' if you must know. '' 4'11 '', damn, this kid 's hair-do does n't even reach my schoulder.
'' Wan na bet you can, you say ? `` Be measured with what you 're betting on lil bro, I might have to take that bet. '' `` I wish you did. I could use some natural action today ! ``
At kickoff I thought he was joking, but the look in his eyes was dead grievous. hoot, this boy was up for it ! `` But, you probably do n't make bold ... Another college guy with tough lecture, but without the guts to actually meet my hole. Inferno, you probably do n't even shoot down that big a load. ``
WHAT THE FUCK ? ! ? ! Is this kid really challenging me ? Not the grit ? Not a big load ? This boy 's getting cheekier by the second ! `` Whatch it kid ! My load 's bigger than anything you 've ever felt before ! '' `` LOL, why do n't you come up prove it, big guy ? '' Followed by a line of products of 5 smilies, all sticking their spit out at me. `` Come prove it ? Why, are you home alone, or summat ? And actually, where DO you live ? '' `` Yes, my parents are away for the weekend, and my stepbro is at his mom 's. ``
His location surprised me. `` What ! ? That 's the same neighbourhood I live in ! ``
Turned out he lived only 7 blocks away. `` Are you coming over then ? I really postulate to get some, man ! Hard as well ! '' 16 year old sportslad, home alone, a 10 instant walk away from me ? Could I let such an oppertunity mountain pass by ? I DON '' T THINK SO !

After he gave his adress and cellular phone number, I jumped into some sweatpants and threw on a T-shirt, and jogged to his sign, my halfhard shaft swinging like mad in the sweatpants.
When I arrived I rang him up, and he said I 'd scoop come through the backwards door, via the garden. The gate in the fence was unlocked. As I walked up through the garden ( patch of dope on one side, a petty pond with mini-waterfall ), he opened the back door. arse naked. His fat 6 inches pointing straight upward. He indeed did n't make out up to my shoulders. `` seed inside '' he said. `` I intend to '' I said, playing the pun in his initial remark. `` unspoiled '' he said, `` for a moment I was afraid you might 've brought condoms. '' My pecker jumped. Was this boy really actually telling me to roll in the hay him air ?
I was going to anyway, but messiah, this boy cuts to the chase. `` Ha, I guessed you 'd like bare as well '', I said. `` Yeah, I wan na feel your lust-juice flowing inside me, of form. ``
'' 'd Ya desire a beer ? '' he asked. `` Actually, I just want you '', I replied. `` Can do ! '' he said, grabbed me by the shirt and dragged me to the hall and up the stairs. At the top of the step he said : `` right, we 're gon na enter my room now. There 's one rule in my room for bad boys like you ; no clothes. Dump that stuff and nonsense ! '' Hastely I took off my shirt, pants and shoes, and put them on the chairman that stood directly next to the door of his elbow room upon entering. He grabbed my wrist and led me to sit on the bed. It really struck me as a boy 's room. Die-cast poser cars on the shelves. Big Time Rush bed piece of paper, and posters on the wall of One Direction, and a half naked Justin Bieber.

He then, without warning, started an agressive French osculation, taking me completely by surprise. He pushed me backward onto the bed and said, while his manus grabbed my hard peter ; `` so this bad boy has to move into me in a minute ? We 'd break start with some preperations ! ``, and he immediatly started licking the head. `` If you get that one nice and wet, I 'll seduce certain your hole will be too '' I suggested. He nodded and turned, so we got into a 69 position, him with my dick down his teen throat, me rimming his bald pink hole. HO-LY Shit. That was one snake pit of a blow job. `` You sure have done that before, have n't you ? ``, I asked. He sniggered and swallowed my hard hammer even a little deeper.
His hole was ardent and wet, and I felt his organic structure react as I pushed my clapper inside.
Meanwhile I was as corneous as I possibly could be, and pre-cum started flowing in high up quantaty.
With a light sucking noise he pulled loose from my cock, turned around and again gave me an agressive french kiss.

He made sure I lied down properly on my back and started inserting my cock in his hole, using his entire bodyweight to slip down, inch by column inch.
About halfway down he let out a gasp and moaned 'fuck me !'.
'' wellspring, goddammit, I did n't come here just to fuck you half !, I replied. I began thrusting up him powerfully, and with every thrust I entered a little encourage. At about three quarters down I picked him up, putting him on his back on the bed, simultaniously stepping off the bed, myself.
'' Oh yes, fuck me concentrated ! ``, he panted. `` Use me as your trollop ! ''. `` Damn rightfield, I will !, I said, and started nailing his vernal fix even harder.
His cheek betrayed sporadic moments of pain, but on the whole, he took it like a title-holder. It was n't longsighted before I indeed was balls deep inside him. `` Now the real piece of work begins ! ``, I said, and with long, hard and inscrutable poking I started boning him so hard, the only when things louder than his moaning were the squeeking of the bed, and the audio of my hips hitting his butt.
He moaned like a slight trollop.
Nay, he moaned like a proper slut ... ...
Nay. He moaned like a cumwhore. MY cumwhore.
With every drive he moaned, with every thrust the bed squeeked, and with every jabbing my hips slammed his bum. With every thrusting you could clearly see the scheme of my putz pushing up behind his belly button. That sight alone made me wan na blow my encumbrance instantly, but I refrained.

Another 10 knife thrust, 15 thrusts ... I managed to rack out 20 more than driving force before I buckled.
It was like a semen-grenade exploded in his tummy. My balls poured and poured into this lovely young boy, and what felt like half a gallon of smart cum sprayed inside his Thomas Young, slender and well defined stomach. Breathing heavily I collapsed atop him. With some oink and panting we turned, so both layed on the bed, my dick still inside him, as deep as possible, keeping the seminal fluid trench in his belly.
'' Jezus fucking Saviour, you 're a grating one ! ``, he panted. `` And how big are your loads ! ? ! Man, I can finger it running out of me as I speak ! '' And, indeed, however a good deal cum was still plugged inside his belly, a blockheaded flow of cum already started to drip from his mess, down my bollock, exactly onto the crotch of one of the guys from Big time Rush.
'' Goddamn boy, you 've got skill ! We definately should do this more often ! ``, I said.
He giggled and moved up and down a lilliputian on my cock, which at the prison term was still almost completely rear. `` My thoughts exactly '', he said. `` But would you mind terribly if I was n't 16 ? ``
I laughed. `` Oh, it 's just a number, is n't it ? I do n't opine I 'll sustain too a lot of a problem with a 15.. ''
He giggled again and stretched out an arm over his heading and grabbed his billfold from the bedsidetable. He took out his ID-card and turned it in such a way I could read it.
Wait a second.
That date.
That twelvemonth !
It actually was the kid 's birthday that day ! His 14th ! !
'' Thanks for the birthday-fuck, big boy '' he said, smiling at the amazed expression on my face.
'' You cheeky little tyke ! '' I said, `` you 've got some explaining to do about your experience, drive I can really tell you DO sustain a lot of experience ! '' `` Ha '' he laughed, `` for fuckers like you I wo n't keep enigma, if you really want to live, I 'm willing to tell ... ''

Meanwhile my pecker twitched and became fully hard again, at the fruition I had just got me a 14 year old fuck buddy, who was addicted to sex just as much as I am .