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Sensual completion of the Greek Lads trilogy. Young guy's first experience
The Greek Lads (part 3)
By Jason Fuller
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I think we fell asleep for a while. I was certainly dozing when I felt him move under me. I was in a half awake, half asleep in a nowhere place with a montage of images drifting through my mind. I could see the other lads at the café, sitting with their ice-coffees, sipping through straws and watching me from under dark eyebrows. In dreams I could stop in front of them, be invisible and stare at their tightly packed jeans. I could take my time to admire their smooth, young faces and their tight fitting tee shirts that showed off their broad chests. In sleep I could imagine them also following me home as my lad had done. See them walk into the room where we now lay. I could hear them murmur in their strange language and understand what they were saying. That they approved and were jealous of the younger friend who had found me first, the one who had dared the risk, shadowed me home, dropped to his knees in front of me and then begged me to take him to my bed.
And in my semi-dreaming I can hear the rustle of clothes as they strip, this group of five around the bed. One kneels beside my young friend, feeling the smooth arse cheeks while undoing his own tight jeans. And another crouches beside my head, toying his fingers through my hair, planting tiny kisses on my face, tentatively so as not to wake me. But I am awake.
Beside the bed the tallest, the broadest, peels off his shirt and runs his palms slowly down his ribbed chest towards the top of his trousers. His long fingers slide inside and he grabs the growing bulge that waits within. He has a proud, classic face. His eyes are dark and his lips moist. He thinks I am not watching as he cocks his head at another lad. This one is smaller, tightly built and strong. He stands back a pace not daring to come forward until his mate tells him it is o.k. And now he is kneeling and the tall guy is unbuttoning his fly. A flash of white and the massive cock inside pushes his shorts through. His cock is bent painfully down and forces its way out like the back of a whale breaking the surface of the ocean. Powerful and beautiful. The smaller lad looks up from his kneeling position and his eyes do the begging for him. Carefully, as this has never been done before, he raises a hand and touches the growing cock, lays his hand flat on it as if he is measuring the length. And the taller one pulls his shorts down at the front so that his great tool is released. It hangs long and dark over the waist band, the head already wet. He takes it in his fist and his large hand covers only the base. The rest he places against the lips of his subservient friend who waits for permission to feed. And then, oh so very slowly, the great length is pushed gently in between the youthful lips. It probes them before parting them and filling the eager mouth with a new experience.
I lifted my head to look up his smooth body and into his brown eyes. His own head was raised from the pillow slightly so that he could see more clearly what I was doing. His mouth was open in bewilderment, his eyes wide in disbelief. How long had he dreamed of this, how long had he waited?
He did not have to wait longer, and neither did I. I dropped my head and gazed onto his cock for the first time. It lay flat against his body, the tip almost reaching to his belly button, his foreskin was pulled right back, revealing the pink head that glistened in anticipation. The shaft was even, smooth, no veins, just dark, brown flesh that now lay taught and waiting. Below it his balls lay in their hairless sack, not big, but perfectly proportioned to his length. And around all of this were the short, almost shaved hairs that I had felt before.
I lent forward, drawing in his sweet smell in a deep breath that numbed my pounding heart and calmed my excited breathing. My tongue touched the tip of his cock for the first time and I tasted his salty precum as I probed the slit so very gently. He twitched again and I heard him breathe in sharply. And then my tongue was tracing the rim of his cock head, just flicking it, teasing it, torturing the lad whose hands pressed on my head, trying to push me onto him. I kissed his shaft, felt the springy flesh that covered the solidness beneath, turned my head so that my mouth nibbled down it like it was corn cob until I reached the loose skin beneath. Here I played my lips over the small orbs that rested freely inside. I felt them roll around on my lips before I pushed in under them and they parted across the bridge of my nose.
