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My Seductive Secret
During my c***dhood, me and my brother used to play with two other boys who were our neighbors every weekend. One day we decided to wrestle, and I took on the youngest one, (he was about 2 years younger than me, like my brother) and we wrestled in the shed while my bro and his bro (who was my age) wrestled on the trampoline. After going at it for 2 minutes, we would switch to having play sex and snapped back to wrestling. We would do that about 20 times. Then we automatically came up with this idea, without even discussing it. We told our brothers to wrestle in the shed while we locked them in it. They agreed. We then hid behind the shed and kissed rubbing our bodies together. I never felt so weird and excited.
We grabbed our hard dicks, and started to squeeze them. He shoved his tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it. Man, I don’t know what happened or how we got to this situation without even telling each other. It was like our bodies were communicating and were seduced to each other.
We did it only a few more times. We tried to get our brothers to do this, but they only did it once and did not feel like doing it again. So we didn’t. Time went on and I only had dreams about it. That feeling of not saying anything and just letting the mind and body do their thing. A Sexy and completely vulnerable feeling.
2015 came around, and It had been like 5 or 6 years since we last did it, but I always thought about it here or there when I masturbated. Around January I peeked in my Cousin’s underwear and she had some sexy panties. I took two and there were a lot more girl lingerie in a garage sale my family had going on. I took a skirt, bra, and stockings. I masturbated on them over and over again. Until a week later I decided to try them on. I remember feeling so naughty and wrong, and at the same time so sexy. It made me rock hard. I decided to get some more. I also included heels, lipstick, and bought a dildo. (at first I shoved a thick pen up my ass to see if I would like it, and I loved it.)
I canlı kaçak iddaa began to dress like a girl and penetrate myself till I came when no one was home and would walk around like a lady all around the house. I would look at myself in the mirror and masturbate for like an hour. I don’t know why I felt like this. (I had long hair for some odd reason around this time, and I would brush it like a girl) A few years earlier I had started to masturbate to she males, and I remember feeling so disgusting. I never thought that maybe I just wanted to be like them.
So finally around the end of January I got a text from that boy across the street. (I always saw him at school, imagining that I could maybe bring it up to him, that I wanted to try what we did in our c***dhood, but I was too embarrassed, thinking that maybe he was over that, and that it was only a dumb mistake c***dren do) the text read: “Hey you home?”, I texted back “Yeah”, He said: “Can i come over?” I said “Yeah” I didn’t know what to think, I wasn’t thinking anything. I was just watching a movie in the living room while my brother played video games in our room. I just thought he wanted to hang out. However, this late? (C’mon that realization did not go through my head) My heart started to beat fast for some reason. I let him in my house and I brought him to my brother’s room. I just left them both there. I resumed my movie, 5 min later he sits right next to me and we’re both watching the movie. Until he asks if I want to go outside, I said what for? He said so we could chill out and watch the stars shine. (Why didn’t I question that?) I said ok, but my mom said it was time to go to bed and that he needed to go home. (it was 11 PM)
So he did and me, my bro, and my mom went to bed, but he kept texting me. Telling me to come outside and that he didn’t want to go home. I was thinking maybe his family kicked him out or something, but my mind didn’t want to do any real thinking. This was my body just getting up from bed and canlı kaçak bahis sneaking outside for him. It was a cold night. I took him to the backyard and we just stood around, no words. My heart was beating fast. Getting excited for something. I didn’t know what. He then tells me if I want to go next to the shed (which was still there) I say yes. He then says if I wanted to open up the shed. At this point i knew what I wanted, and I knew what he was here for, but for some reason I didn’t question it or anything. I was still embarrassed to say anything. When we got in the shed, again we just stood around. My heart beating faster and faster, (it’s beating fast as I’m typing this) I finally ask if I could shut the shed door. He says yes, and I do. Still we just stand there in the dark. No words. I ask if he wants to do it. He nods, and we finally kiss and start rubbing our bodies together. He shoves his tongue down my throat, I suck on it. We grab our dicks. I get hard as a rock, so does he. I get down on my knees and start sucking his cock. He starts to moan and grabs the back of my head. I suck it for like 3 mins. He proceeds to suck mine. Man it felt so good. I suck him again and he cums on my face. I cum on the floor. We then get dressed and he says: “see ya”. I say the same too. We both go home. I never felt so free to be honest. It felt the same way I did when we did it for the first time. Heart pounding so fast, excited, having a hard-on, man oh man. Again, no communication about it….nothing. Just him coming over, both alone, and our bodies just doing their thing. Making us feel so good.
I then came up with an idea of me dressing up for him (because as far as I know we both still liked girls) I waited for him to text back, so I knew he did indeed wanted to do it again, and two days later he texted: “Wanna chill?” I immediately responded Yes. Although I didn’t dress up for him just yet, I cleaned myself. He fucked me this time, it hurt, but at the same time felt so good. It’s bahis siteleri canlı what I dreamed of sometimes. Him fucking me doggy. He came inside me and got dressed up fast. I wasn’t done cumming. He left me in the shed still jerking myself, cumming the minute he shut the door behind him. I felt disrespected, so useless and still horny. That made me even hornier. To feel used, and not cared for. We did it almost every other week. like 3 times a month.
When June came, I had the house to myself for four days. (due to a relative passing away, My family had to leave town. I had to stay to get enrolled into college) I told him to come over and he did. I was dressed for him. Even got my nails done. He was confused but I could tell it turned him on. I acted like a sexy maid, giving him a nice refreshment, I even cleaned out the house for him. (it was almost always messy) I sucked his cock for a long time. I could tell he loved it. I bent over for him. He fucked me on the kitchen table. I dripped so much pre cum. It was the hottest thing ever. I loved it so much. His moans. Me pleasing him. He man handled me. Fucking me from there to the couch and the hallway. He turned me around into missionary and shoved his tongue in my mouth. He came hard inside me. I came without stroking my cock. He fucked me so hard.
It continued to 2016 and only one time in 2017. I stopped dressing up like a girl. (Just got bored of it) I met a trans girl and she became my girlfriend. I didn’t want to do it with him while I was dating her. I wasn’t into the whole cheating or cuck thing. She was sexy and modest. I fell in love with her. Knowing that she will still fuck me and be with me no matter what. That side boy was no longer needed, but for some odd reason I don’t feel the same I did when I get intimate with her. All the feelings where our bodies just had it their way and we didn’t have to talk about it, weren’t there with her, but for him…. just thinking about him and our sex. It’s still there, he still texts me to see when we can chill. I still tell him no, because I don’t want to do that to my girl. Nobody knows about this except me and him. It’s June 2019 now. (He still finds a way to text me) I just want to feel that feeling again, but not with him. Why does it have to be him?
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