He seemed pretty nice, maybe even someone I could truly be interested in. Too bad I wouldn’t see him all that much if he lived as far from me as his... directions were beginning to indicate. ‘Get on the eastbound Tri-State, and keep going,’ he said after I’d navigated a bunch of surface streets. Eastbound Tri-State and keep going? I thought to myself. Man, did he live out of my way. Oh well. I suddenly realized something very important as I merged onto the freeway, and thought I’d better ask. I was wrong.I admit I had fantasized about guys before, I thought a hanging cock looked sexy and beautiful. I had thought about what it would be like to touch one, to kiss and suck one. I was young and talking about it, let alone doing it was taboo. You'd be "gay." My world began to change when one morning I arrived to pick Tim up to go surfing. His mother let me in and said he was still in his room and to go on up. I walked into his room and Tim was still lying in his bed. I don't know if he. It's on the second floor, on an open air balcony. I see the number he's given me and the door slightly ajar. My heart is beating and my mouth is dry, but I'm trying to keep some saliva to work on his cock with, to make him wet, so his dick will slide easily down my throat. I push the door. The lights are lowered as we'd agreed. I can see his room from the tiny corridor, he's standing there just a couple of yards back from the doorway with is back to his bed. He's a little larger than I'd. I ignored it and managed get hold of her right boob through under her arms and she had shivers through her spine and I slowly started squeezing her right boob and she tried to take my hands off butI hold it tight and told her lets have fun and she said no and tried to take my hands of her boob. She didn’t succeed as I strengthen my grip and got her boob fully in my hand and it was firm and shaped and I got hold of her nipple and gently squeezed it between my thumb and fore finger. And she was.