Topic: 5th Period Blow-Job The clock seemed to tick slower than ever as lunch Period came nearer. I had been waiting and thinking and worrying for days, and now, as the moment began to loom over me like some dark, forbidding animal, I realized I was as ready and excited as I was ever going to be. On the night of my 18 birthday i had had a very sexual dream about a boy that i know. For privacy Reasons I will call him Zach.
In my dream, I had been at home asleep, when Zach had snuck in through my window. My parents didnt tell me to keep it locked becuase i was only 14, I mean really, how much trouble could I get into? Anyway, zach had come quietly through the window and over to my bed. I pretended to be asleep so as not to interupt whatever he had in mind. He Had quietly removed my covers and adjusted me untell I was in a sitting position on my bed. He then slowly unbuttoned my pance, softly kissing my neck, working his way down over my chest and stomach toward my cock. My Flimsy zipper-less boxers could not with stand the pressure of my ever-hardening dick (It's about six inches) So they flew open at the fly, exposing my cock in all its glory. He simply stared at it for a moment, (This whole thing took amazing will-power for me not to smile whilst pretending to be asleep. ) then slowly dipped his head toward it. This time I really did close my eyes. It was better than anything I had ever done to my self. He Started by slowly kissing the tip of my penis, then kissing the sides, front, and back. Never faltering, never once stoping to decide weather it was right or not, he had lowered his whole moth over my entire cock.
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The feeling of his toung swirlling small circles around the top of my pecker and the wet sucktion of the inside of his mouth against my shaft was to much for me to bear. I began to moan softly, thrusting my hips gently toward his head. He didnt even seem to notice, which led me to believe that he had known I was awake the whole time.
I lowered my hand to the back of his bleach blond skater hair and began to slowly push his head up and down. This wonderful guilty pleasure was to sexy to be wrong. I felt my cock began to tingle between his pouty lips. "Zach. . . . . Oh god zach. . Im. .
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. Im about. . . . . Oh GOD, I think im going to. . . to cum. . . " I said between gasps of pleasure. I looked down at his perfect face and he looked back up at my with beautiful blue eyes, and simply nodded. I wanted to hang on to this moment for at least a little while longer but the urge to fill his pouty wanting mouth with cum was to over bearing.
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I began to pump faster and moan louder. The tingaling became a an overpowering throb and the feeling that I slipped into compleat and utter bliss came over me. With a gasp and a yell I let lose a torrent of cum into his mouth, coating his tongue and throat, and when there was to much to swallow, it began to drip down over his lips in sticky white tendrils. After a minute or two of sitting gasping, my breathing began to slow. I opened my eyes, only to see Zach leaning over me. He bent his head slightly and our mouths met. His tongue slid across mine, probing to the depths of my mouth, coating it with my own cum in a passionate kiss. He drew back and without a word slid out of my window.
It was the most vived dream I had ever had, and I couldent help but think I had it for a reason. The Bell to lunch range, inturupting my thoughts. It was time to see if he felt the way i dreamed he did. All I Had to do was seek him out in the lunch room and attempt to get him alone, But that is a story for another day.
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