One Friday as we were leaving school I asked my friend over for lunch.

He was 16, like me, tall and well-muscled, with a dark skin and large brown eyes. He was very popular with the girls, who competed for his attention, and he used to tell me about how they came and asked him to sleep with them.

All the guys were jealous of his success, and of his good looks and pleasant manner which all accounted for it.

After our lunch that day, we went up to my room. The house was empty.

We played around for a while, and the conversation turned to sex: our techniques for masturbating, the girls we fantasised about, what our ejaculations were like, our favourite porno magazines, and stuff like that.

He told me, with much enjoyment, how the girls felt his dick through his trousers when they found him alone in a corridor or on the stairs, and how, if he agreed to sleep with them, they would suck it; and when he fucked, as often as not he put it in their bum.

After a while, he suggested we should see who had the biggest dick. I said I didn't want to, although I hoped we'd do it anyway. I was afraid, perhaps even ashamed.

When we got our dicks out they were both very hard.

He held mine gently, stroking the head, and I did the same to him. I felt the size and hardness of his beautiful cock, caressing every inch. I watched him, his breathing now faster, his eyes half-closed, his mouth open, and clearly enjoying it. We carried on like that, and then he started sucking me. I did the same to him, although I didn't the faintest idea what to do, but I loved sucking that gorgeous cock. I wet it with saliva so it slid more easily. He held my head and slid his dick in and out of my eager mouth.

We came at about the same moment, he in my mouth and me in his hand has he was masturbating me delightfully. It was the best orgasm of my life.

About a week later he invited me to his house and I went, hoping we'd play around again. We undressed and I sucked him until I felt he was about to come.

Then he picked me up, and gently put me on his bed. He laid me on my back and lifted my legs to my chest, exposing my bottom to his waiting prick. He hooked my knees over his shoulders.

At first I was afraid, because it hurt when he started to put it in. But I didn't mind much because I loved seeing the pleasure on his face, his mouth half open, and staring into his eyes as he looked at me tenderly.

He humped me for a while, before shooting a load of hot semen into me while I pulled on my cock until I came too. Then he brought his face close to mine and we were joined in a passionate liquid kiss.

I still go to his house sometimes to repeat it. He's always willing, and I hardly get inside before he slips his hand down to feel me while his gaze tells me how much he wants to penetrate me, to experience again that pleasure which makes him almost delirious with joy.

Just seeing his face when he says hello makes me practically come right then. Sometimes I've even come just from the pleasure of watching the ecstasy on his face when he fucks me, and then he comes too which transforms his expression into something almost god-like.

I love having sex with him; I love his dark skin and the touch of his muscular body against mine, enjoying his pleasure at fucking me.

Victor

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