A well spent youth... teen stories part 1.

I had so many incredible experiences, especially when I was young. So many with girls, boys, men and women alike. I will start with this encounter, mostly because it was then and still so thrilling and also because it gave me the idea to write about them all.

It was a late night car ride home. There were several of us boys in the car, 3 in the back seat and me in the front. Without saying too much, I will just say that there was an older guy driving.

Every since I had seen a "Playgirl" magazine, I knew that I was attracted to cock. I could not pull my eyes from the pictures I saw. Nude, beautiful men, their clocks thick and soft, looked so sexy to me. Even at such a young age. My mind was curious, my body seemed to ache for it. My thoughts raced and constantly sought out moments and opportunities to explore and fulfill my desires.

The boys in the back seat were sleeping, but stayed awake, hoping that something might happen between me and this man. The front seat was a bench style seat. Those benches probably gave way to more sexual encounters than anything. I faked being sleepy and layed out, putting my head on his thigh. I was so nervous, but my throbbing cock was in control now. My every sense felt heightened as I seemed to move in slow motion, trying to sense if he was receptive. My ears were filled with the sound of my own pounding heart beat, I thought he may have even been able to hear it also.

Every second seemed frozen in time. I layed still, motionless. He didn't move me away. Slowly, I rubbed my face on his right thigh. I was so close to his cock, I wished he would just pull it out. I would do anything for it. I would do anything to please him, if he only knew.

I think I was almost panting now, looking back, how could he of not known. I moved my hand up, as if to rest my head on, but I let my finger tips brush his bulge. I moved, as if to get more comfortable but my real reason was to be able to move my fingers again and to stroke where I knew his cock must be. I felt him... and it took my breathe away! I had touched his cock, even if just through his clothing.

I felt him shift in his seat, his cock now firm and right under my finger tips. It felt so good, it felt so big. My fingers traced the outline of him through his pants and moved up and down the length of him. Oh, he felt so good. I wanted to kiss it so badly. At my young age, I could think of no better way to express my lust and affection.

My nervous timid nature was giving way. His hard cock was so close, I was so close to seeing it, so close to feeling it. I rolled to my right side and was now facing his crotch.

I barely even thought about the other boys sleeping in the back at the time, yet I'm sure that the fact that I might get caught at any moment made it all that much more exciting.

My face, my mouth just inches from his manhood made pre cum leak from my rock hard, throbbing dick. It was a revelation.

I stared at his bulge. My finger tips again caressed his cock before flicking at the buttons of his pants that held down his dick. He finally reached down and undid the top two buttons, giving his cock some freedom and I felt like I loved him for it. His cock's head strained to stick out of the top. I could no longer resist. I moved my lips to it finally felt his warm, smooth flesh. I quietly pulled open the rest of his pants buttons and then, there in the dark, licked and kissed my first cock.

Even better than I had imagined, even more thrilling and intoxicating. Feeling his hard cock throb and pulse under my lips, I had no doubts. I wanted every inch of him in my mouth.

I postioned myself and then let his cock's thick head slide past my lips and down his shaft. I felt drunk, cock drunk. My brain seemed to be swimming in lust. The taste, the sensations, I was lost and in love with sucking cock. I loved the way it felt in my mouth, between my lips. Feeling him throb, so hard and in need of release.

When he came, I was surprised at how eagerly I accepted it. I had no way of knowing of I would react. How I would react to the flavor, the texture. Now it seemed like a gift. Now knowing the pleasure I gave him, his orgasm seemed like a gift for my efforts and I treated it that way. Reveling in its thick texture and salty flavor. I eagerly took all he gave me.

The rest of the ride home, I kept my head in his lap. Kissing and licking his now soft, beautiful cock. This must be how love feels, I thought.