His hand gripped the base of his swollen, angry, throbbing cock and he aimed at my waiting mouth and I looked up at him in submission. It seemed like ...the moment lasted forever, waiting for the explosion about to come. I wondered what his cum was going to be like, thick and creamy, or less viscous and thinner. Shooting hard or oozing out? Big loads or just a squirt or two?I didn't have to wait long, with perfect aim and a big groan, he shot a big thick stream right onto my tongue. It blasted out. ” i just nodded my head and i didnt realised that i was staring right at her round full breasts and she was staring at me. I soon realised and said sorry and starting pleading her not to tell her to anyone and started crying and told her that i was too much alone and at this age i cant handle the raging hormones . I was just crying looking downwards and she didnt said a thing . After a few minutes she called my name and opened the top 3 buttons of her nighty. i was shocked and froze to see her. “Relax,” he said. “Don’t try to help, just let it happen.” And so saying, he slowly nudged the tip of his oiled cock past the outer muscles. The olive oil was slick, but thin enough that I could feel every contour of his helmet as it slipped in, so that I knew when the coronal edge was past the closure. “Okay,” he said, “now comes the part that feels a little strange at first. Just stay relaxed and go with it.” With that, Marty slowly pushed the rest of his girth into my bowels, until he was up. Since then we’ve hung out a bit and talked a ton. I really, really like him and could even see myself having sex with him. Tonight though he was in Ocean City with some friends, which is where he’s been for the past few days. I get to talk to him in a bit though since he said he would call tonight. For now though I had to just deal with texting him. I didn’t mind though it gave me some time to play. I could just entertain myself with my thoughts until Ryan called. Though trust me, I could.