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With Alessio I really pushed myself beyond the limit of decency. Never, even though I thought I was a very open-minded and quite perverse guy, I would have thought to get to do such things. Still, I can't deny that I liked it. In the following days I completely lose the brake and start a period of total sexual intensity. I flunked out of school, so I'm totally giving up on school. I always have a free house because of my family's work shifts and so I unleash my most perverse fantasies. My house is a constant street of my men: Alessio, Giuseppe and my boyfriend Vesim. The visits start in the morning and go on until late afternoon. Sometimes, if I don't have a free house, I have sex in the car or take them to the basement of my house. Moreover, in all this, the figure of Elena continues to be very present.
My neighbor is crazy about me and it happens often and willingly that we climb over each other's balconies and have sex with each other. Meanwhile, Alessio has me more and more in his grip.
After seeing with his eyes that I am really willing to do everything, he also asks me to satisfy his desires from a distance. It often happens, in fact, that we make very hot video calls or that he commissions me to make and send videos to him. Only after a while, I realize how stupid I was to send so much of my own material, even with my face in the foreground, to a person with whom he had a story about sex only, mostly wild.
Back to the videos I've shot, I've gone completely crazy with the practice of wearing my sister's underwear. To think that, when Alessio proposed it to me, he was also on the verge of vomiting. Now I do it frequently, I'm almost obsessed with it. I even started spying on my sister's movements. I know when she masturbates, I know when she goes out with the guy and has sex with him. Every time, I try to lurk, and as soon as she puts her dirty laundry in the bathroom basket that she and I share, I try to make it mine. If I'm alone and I can use it right away, I don't make myself repeat it twice and often I even make a nice video for Alessio.
Otherwise, I hide it in my room and use it as soon as possible. There are times when I can have two pairs of panties at the same time and his socks. I wear the latter, while I use the two panties differently: one pair I wear, the other one (the most smelly one) I put on my face. And I masturbate both my butt and my cock, without any restraint.
I observe myself, especially when I do it all in my parents' room that there is that magnificent mirror, and I look more and more like a slut. My hair is now shoulder-length, blonde and straight, I wear women's underwear and I have no hair on my skinny but defined body.
I have so much desire to wear dirty women's underwear, that I even steal it from Elena, risking so much to be discovered. I alternate my collection to make it unusable, I cum in it so many times that in the end some pieces of underwear I am forced to throw them away.
It's a period in which I like myself a lot, I masturbate a lot of times looking in the mirror or watching the videos I watch for Alessio. The period of sexual madness goes on for a few months, I officially became of age and meanwhile the new year, 2018, has begun. My routine is upset by news. I've been waiting for it for a long time but, as soon as I receive it, instead of making me happy, it makes me totally sink: the guy I've been in love with for over a year, which I mentioned in some previous chapters, broke up with her boyfriend. For the first time since we met, I really have the chance to try to make him mine. We had sex in the past, then I held my feelings in check and he, thinking I was someone who just wanted to have fun, started dating another guy.
Maybe this new situation, the desire to see myself finally happy and able to love, scares me. The first reaction I have is about Vesim. The very afternoon I heard the news, I have to meet him at his house. His little brother is in the apartment, but I don't care about anything. While the latter is playing in the living room, I close the door of Vesim's room and start touching him. He tries to back out, even if he feels like it. Fear that his little brother might find out, but I don't have these problems, I become more insistent than ever and, almost by force, I force him into sexual intercourse.
I pull down his pants and put him down like a sheep, leaning on the edge of the bed. Me, always with my pants down at the ankles, I'm behind him and I push it all up his ass. I fuck without paying any attention to him, I'm a real animal. I vent my anger in his ass, I rant like a pig without giving a damn about the presence of his brother in the other room. Vesim tries to suffocate my verses, sometimes he whispers to me to be quiet but I'm wild. I cling to his hips and take a frenzied rhythm. The aim so loud that, in addition to the loud noise of my balls banging on his fleshy, white ass, it is also the bed itself that is thrown against the wall.
We're lucky, because the brother doesn't come despite the huge mess and I, after five minutes of wild rhythm, cum completely in his ass. I don't even wait for him to finish, I just clean up and leave. That same night, very meanly, I leave him by message, definitely. I can't be with someone I don't love when the one I love is finally free. I'd lie to everyone, especially Vesim. I treated him badly enough, I was a creep with him and the last episode is emblematic in that sense. Ending it with him is the greatest form of respect I can have for him.
Vesim takes it very badly, it's one of his very first disappointments, if not his first. But I can't do otherwise. Afterwards, without even giving them a last chance to see me, I completely close the relationship with Giuseppe and Alessio. Shall I tell you the truth? I felt sorry for Giuseppe, he really loved me and with me he behaved with velvet gloves. I don't care about Alessio anymore. On the contrary, I'm a bit angry with him too because he always used me as a slut and pushed me to do extreme things.
Well, now I'm single again, the guy I love too, you'll say: it's all done. Not at all, because I'm made for complicating my life. Do you know when there is the possibility to take a comfortable highway and reach the destination in a few kilometers? I leave that road to you, I will always take the most tortuous road, stopping every now and then to ask myself why I made that choice. Sometimes I get to the bottom of the road, other times I give up and go back.
In this case? I need to make peace with myself first. I'm so scared, I spend the first night without turning a blind eye. My heart's pounding and my blood pressure is sky-high. My mother has to take me to the doctor in the morning. According to him, I have stress anxiety and he gives me tranquilizers to take.
I'm getting worse and worse, I'm beginning to see the door of my house as a limit not to cross, full of fears and pitfalls. Not only do I no longer go to school, as I've been doing for a long time, but I start skipping practice, not seeing my friends. I make myself unavailable even for Elena, I tell her I'm not well and I can't see anyone. The more days go by, the worse the situation gets: if before the limit not to cross was the door of the house, now it becomes the door of my room. I don't eat, I don't shower, I don't talk to anyone. I spend my days in bed or on the computer. I play around with my brain, trying to get my strength up, trying to understand why I'm reacting like this. And, above all, I spend hours with the phone in my hand spying on his every move: the accesses, the published posts, the stories.
He (I won't mention his name, I promised him) starts writing me more and more often. He's worried about me, he doesn't understand what's happening to me. He doesn't see me at practice anymore, none of his common friends have seen me anymore, sometimes I don't even answer the phone. He tries to convince me to go out, he asks me to have a coffee, to go for a walk, even in a group, as long as I go out and give signs of life. I reject all his proposals. Not because I don't want to, because I just can't. I'm in an indecent state. My hair is getting longer and longer, but it's starting to feel bad, it's going on its own, it's dirty. I have a slight hairs under my chin, I don't feel like cutting it even though it looks like a dog. I haven't taken my pajamas off for days. Sometimes I tried to masturbate, I rarely managed to take it as a source of recreation and get to the end, many times I stopped halfway and cried.
I thought about the experiences I've had, the indecency of some of my behaviour. This won't mean that in the future I won't have any more (I'll tell you about it in the following chapters) but in the meantime I'm living it badly. Weeks go by without the situation changing. My parents are more and more worried, I should go to a specialist but there is no way to get me out of the house or to have a constructive conversation with me. Sometimes my mother manages to put a plate of food in front of my room door, which I take perhaps hours later, just so as not to starve to death. It happens that I don't even feel like going to the bathroom to pee and face in a bottle.
It lasts until April, if I remember correctly. I get up in the morning and I feel different, I'm strangely strong, I'm braver, more optimistic. I have clear ideas. I masturbate with conviction, I reach a violent orgasm. Then I come out of the room with my dick still outside and I go to take a shower. I'm under the water for at least an hour.
I wash away the doubts and uncertainties, fears, fears. I'm finally ready to face the situation. By making a gesture that's not like me, I take initiative. I call my he, I phone him directly without even contacting him first by message. He's happy to hear from me, we have a nice chat and I calm him down about my condition.
"Hey, do you want to meet up tonight? I'd like to talk to you?" I propose towards the end of the phone call.
"Sure, how do you wanna set that up?" he says to me.
"Pick me up at 9:30, we'll have a quiet beer alone."
And so he goes: At the appointed time, he's on my doorstep. We go to the pub, order a couple of beers. It's a day in the middle of the week, there are very few people and we chose a rather secluded table, so we can talk freely. I tell him about my time but I can never tell him I'm in love with him and he does the same. At the end of the evening I decide to act, the beer, added to the tranquilizers that I still take, has double effect on me and I lose the inhibitory brake. I have to make it mine, definitely.
He pays the bill and we go back to his car, I ask him if he is in a hurry, since he has to go to work in the morning but he tells me that he is at my disposal if I want to do something else. I ask him to talk a bit more in the car, in a quieter place. I'll drive him, I'll take him to a large parking lot not too far from my house. Here, generally, they organize markets, festivals and stalls during the summer, while in the rest of the year there is not a single soul. Often the boys go there to do the reeds, they seclude on the east side where there is a bench.
I tell them to park the car in the opposite direction, against a wall in reverse, so that no one can get behind it and, at the same time, that we can have a full frontal view.
We start watching videos on Youtube while we talk about football. He's holding his cell phone by the hand and we're commenting. I'm getting closer and closer, I'm now just inches away from him.
With the excuse of finding the ideal position to see better, I rest my head on his shoulder. With my left hand, I go in contact with the one he's holding the phone with.
I caress it gently, almost trying to make it pass as an involuntary gesture. Meanwhile, my face is really just inches away from his. I turn it towards his cheek, now I don't even look at the phone screen anymore. I take a deep breath and my breaths come to his cheek. He is embarrassed, he understands that I won't move my face from that position in any way until I have what I want.
Slowly, he turns his face towards me, without saying anything. Our lips are a few inches away, I close my eyes and fill in the short distance that's missing. We kiss, I feel the sweetness of her lips and her hand caressing my face. I tremble as our tongues come back into contact after more than a year since the last time but with much more emphasis. This time there is love and not only desire in our kiss.
He stops me, moves for a moment and asks me if I am sure of what I am doing. He knows that I have been mentally unwell and is afraid that mine is a reaction of the moment and that I may regret it later. He doesn't want to hurt me. I smile at him and tell him, for the first time, that I love him and that I felt bad for him. I don't talk in general, like I did in the pub, but I go into specifics.
He says he loves me, too, for a long time. That he left the boy just when he realised that love for me was unstoppable. That he's suffered like a dog for me these days. Let's kiss again, this time without anything to stop us. I'm getting much more gentlemanly. I haven't had sex in almost a month. I want it more than ever. I put my hand under his shirt, I feel his chest defined, I feel it with passion. He, meanwhile, makes me take off my shirt and bares my smooth but defined body. We start kissing again, his taste pervades my mouth, then he starts licking my face.
I'm going crazy, I'm really starting to lose control. While I feel the dampness of her saliva flowing on my neck, until I reach my nipples (already swollen), with the palm of my hand I start rubbing on her package, which is about to explode.
"I want to make love," I whispered to him.
Let's not waste any more time, I kick off my shoes and take off my pants and underwear. My dick's already half cummed. I stay in my socks and glasses. He, in turn, takes his clothes off, staying in his socks. I make him pull the seats back, then we go back to kissing. This time I'm the one licking him, I get to his dick quickly and take it in my mouth. It's a little smaller than mine, but a little bit. Still a good size.
I feel his skin sliding up and down in the iron grip of my lips. I push it down his throat and, as it passes, I brush all his shaft with my tongue. I'm ravenous, I long for that cock more than anything else in the world. It is my love's cock, the cock I want with me and inside me. While I unload it furiously, he grabs my big cock and starts sawing it off. I don't want to cum on him during foreplay, nor do I want to do the same. I want to enjoy it to the fullest.
I climb out of my seat and into his. Even if I pull back and recline the seat, there's the steering wheel blocking the space a little bit, but it doesn't matter, I'll settle for it.
I'm straddling him and I start moving like a little bitch. In this abundant year without him I have learned some tricks, I have become extremely more slutty and I want to make him enjoy it. I'm rubbing myself on his cock with my ass, meanwhile I'm rubbing my feet (covered by ghost socks) on his legs. He's a fetishist, he loves feet much worse than me and so I know he's enjoying it. Meanwhile, I can't stop groping him for a second. I caress his chest, I pass my hand on his many tattoos. I've been longing for him all this time. I've thought about him almost every fuck I've ever done.
With my right hand, I place his cock in the direction of my hole while with my left hand I cling to his shoulder. I push his cock in, let it penetrate me. I start to breathe in a panting mood, I look at him, I'm a mask of pleasure. By now, after having masturbated and filmed myself for months, I know very well the kind of expression I make according to the various moments. Now I'm looking at him with my mouth open and it could almost seem like I'm in pain. I'm not, it's just my facial expression.
I'm starting to move faster and faster. My ass is dripping with pleasure while it's starting to get hot in the car. If I used to throw an eye to the road every once in a while to see if someone might come, I don't give a damn since it penetrated me. They might even come and watch us all, film us, give us a standing ovation. Nothing can ruin this moment for me.
I get a good rhythm, almost rubbing up against him while my dick goes deep. I push it all the way in, I can almost feel it in my stomach, then I come back up and pull it out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside. It's an amazing feeling and I completely lose it. I bite his shoulder, then I start panting really hard. Again, I know my expression: now I'm almost smiling, but I have an aggressive smile almost begging to get fucked. He kisses me now and then, with his hands, he caresses my back, my butt, my body. I feel he puts his right hand on my foot, takes off my sock, starts stroking it. I'm furious, now I'm really screaming and I tell him to fuck me.
We are on the verge of exploding, I pull back my back almost resting on the steering wheel, risking even honking the horn. As I'm leaning back, he comes up with his pelvis and now he's fucking me. I grab my dick and start sawing it off. He pulls out my second sock, and it falls on the floor of the car. Now I'm all naked, I've only got my glasses on and I'm panting like never before. I'm all red in the face, I'm enjoying it like never before while I'm jerking off.
First one to surrender, that's my love. He starts to slowly decrease the intensity of the thrust, his breath gets tired, then he starts a first devastating splash inside my hole, followed by at least another 4-5. I see him slowly emptying, drop by drop, inside my body. I stay with his dick inside and I keep sawing myself off. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards him. He wants to blow me and I get in the position where he can do it. He's got my dick in his mouth but I'm fucking him.
I cling to the backrest and hit forward with my pelvis, I immediately find a good rhythm, then I warn him with a scream that I'm coming and I cum completely in his mouth.
Without any problem, I open the door and go down naked in the middle of the street. He invites me back in, but I don't pose any dilemma. I go by the flowerbed, still naked, and I urinate. I get back in the car with the dick that's always been a joke.
He's slowly getting dressed, but I stop him. I still feel like it. He looks at me incredulously, but I want him too much. I ask him to move us to the back seat, we get in and kiss again. It's all very tender, let's stay in that position for I don't know how long. In the meantime our cocks come back almost hard on their own, we just grazed our bodies gently, massaged our smooth skins.
Now he's erect again. I put my head on the seat and spread my thighs. He stands behind me, with his feet on the car mat. He clings to my hips and penetrates me. He starts fucking me clinging to me, kissing my neck, breathing deeply in my face. I, in turn, pant very hard and, from time to time, I turn my face towards him and kiss him. I can't stop telling him that I love him and he does the same. This time we'll last much longer, despite the fierce heat in the car.
That position makes my dick rub against the seat of the car and it soon becomes pleasant. I'm on the verge of exploding, but I still don't want to cum. Again, I'm gonna make sure it's him first. He warns me, I move, I squat down and take it in his mouth. I want to quench my thirst with his cum. It all comes to me, I drink with taste. When I lift my face I still have cum on my lips. He brings a finger to my face, picks it up and puts his finger in my mouth. I suck it, ravenously, then, as soon as he pulls it out, I lick my lips with gusto, cleaning up every last drop.
Now I want to cum a second time, I'm really hard. He's ready to satisfy me, I ask him kindly to lick my feet. He doesn't make me repeat it twice, even though I got out of the car barefoot and walked on the asphalt and in the lawn. While he licks my feet, I go crazy. I'm sawing off at full strength, even lifting my pelvis to follow the movement. As I often do in these cases, I don't know why, I start screaming "ah yes, my feet, yes" and I cum like a camel. It splashes everywhere, even on my glasses and hair. Not bad, it will be one of a thousand pretexts to go and cut them tomorrow!
We snuggle up almost until dawn, saying almost nothing, naked, in love, happy, finally together...
PS: this is a very important chapter for me. I was undecided to the last whether to talk about these events or go directly beyond them, just a quick nod. I've talked about myself in a really thorough way, which I've done a few times in my life. Now, from here on, the story goes on but it will move on for a few months. The settings and situations that so many of you appreciated in the very first stories will come back. I always remind you that I only tell you what happened to me, whether or not you like the content of the stories. Until next time, Fabio...
My neighbor is crazy about me and it happens often and willingly that we climb over each other's balconies and have sex with each other. Meanwhile, Alessio has me more and more in his grip.
After seeing with his eyes that I am really willing to do everything, he also asks me to satisfy his desires from a distance. It often happens, in fact, that we make very hot video calls or that he commissions me to make and send videos to him. Only after a while, I realize how stupid I was to send so much of my own material, even with my face in the foreground, to a person with whom he had a story about sex only, mostly wild.
Back to the videos I've shot, I've gone completely crazy with the practice of wearing my sister's underwear. To think that, when Alessio proposed it to me, he was also on the verge of vomiting. Now I do it frequently, I'm almost obsessed with it. I even started spying on my sister's movements. I know when she masturbates, I know when she goes out with the guy and has sex with him. Every time, I try to lurk, and as soon as she puts her dirty laundry in the bathroom basket that she and I share, I try to make it mine. If I'm alone and I can use it right away, I don't make myself repeat it twice and often I even make a nice video for Alessio.
Otherwise, I hide it in my room and use it as soon as possible. There are times when I can have two pairs of panties at the same time and his socks. I wear the latter, while I use the two panties differently: one pair I wear, the other one (the most smelly one) I put on my face. And I masturbate both my butt and my cock, without any restraint.
I observe myself, especially when I do it all in my parents' room that there is that magnificent mirror, and I look more and more like a slut. My hair is now shoulder-length, blonde and straight, I wear women's underwear and I have no hair on my skinny but defined body.
I have so much desire to wear dirty women's underwear, that I even steal it from Elena, risking so much to be discovered. I alternate my collection to make it unusable, I cum in it so many times that in the end some pieces of underwear I am forced to throw them away.
It's a period in which I like myself a lot, I masturbate a lot of times looking in the mirror or watching the videos I watch for Alessio. The period of sexual madness goes on for a few months, I officially became of age and meanwhile the new year, 2018, has begun. My routine is upset by news. I've been waiting for it for a long time but, as soon as I receive it, instead of making me happy, it makes me totally sink: the guy I've been in love with for over a year, which I mentioned in some previous chapters, broke up with her boyfriend. For the first time since we met, I really have the chance to try to make him mine. We had sex in the past, then I held my feelings in check and he, thinking I was someone who just wanted to have fun, started dating another guy.
Maybe this new situation, the desire to see myself finally happy and able to love, scares me. The first reaction I have is about Vesim. The very afternoon I heard the news, I have to meet him at his house. His little brother is in the apartment, but I don't care about anything. While the latter is playing in the living room, I close the door of Vesim's room and start touching him. He tries to back out, even if he feels like it. Fear that his little brother might find out, but I don't have these problems, I become more insistent than ever and, almost by force, I force him into sexual intercourse.
I pull down his pants and put him down like a sheep, leaning on the edge of the bed. Me, always with my pants down at the ankles, I'm behind him and I push it all up his ass. I fuck without paying any attention to him, I'm a real animal. I vent my anger in his ass, I rant like a pig without giving a damn about the presence of his brother in the other room. Vesim tries to suffocate my verses, sometimes he whispers to me to be quiet but I'm wild. I cling to his hips and take a frenzied rhythm. The aim so loud that, in addition to the loud noise of my balls banging on his fleshy, white ass, it is also the bed itself that is thrown against the wall.
We're lucky, because the brother doesn't come despite the huge mess and I, after five minutes of wild rhythm, cum completely in his ass. I don't even wait for him to finish, I just clean up and leave. That same night, very meanly, I leave him by message, definitely. I can't be with someone I don't love when the one I love is finally free. I'd lie to everyone, especially Vesim. I treated him badly enough, I was a creep with him and the last episode is emblematic in that sense. Ending it with him is the greatest form of respect I can have for him.
Vesim takes it very badly, it's one of his very first disappointments, if not his first. But I can't do otherwise. Afterwards, without even giving them a last chance to see me, I completely close the relationship with Giuseppe and Alessio. Shall I tell you the truth? I felt sorry for Giuseppe, he really loved me and with me he behaved with velvet gloves. I don't care about Alessio anymore. On the contrary, I'm a bit angry with him too because he always used me as a slut and pushed me to do extreme things.
Well, now I'm single again, the guy I love too, you'll say: it's all done. Not at all, because I'm made for complicating my life. Do you know when there is the possibility to take a comfortable highway and reach the destination in a few kilometers? I leave that road to you, I will always take the most tortuous road, stopping every now and then to ask myself why I made that choice. Sometimes I get to the bottom of the road, other times I give up and go back.
In this case? I need to make peace with myself first. I'm so scared, I spend the first night without turning a blind eye. My heart's pounding and my blood pressure is sky-high. My mother has to take me to the doctor in the morning. According to him, I have stress anxiety and he gives me tranquilizers to take.
I'm getting worse and worse, I'm beginning to see the door of my house as a limit not to cross, full of fears and pitfalls. Not only do I no longer go to school, as I've been doing for a long time, but I start skipping practice, not seeing my friends. I make myself unavailable even for Elena, I tell her I'm not well and I can't see anyone. The more days go by, the worse the situation gets: if before the limit not to cross was the door of the house, now it becomes the door of my room. I don't eat, I don't shower, I don't talk to anyone. I spend my days in bed or on the computer. I play around with my brain, trying to get my strength up, trying to understand why I'm reacting like this. And, above all, I spend hours with the phone in my hand spying on his every move: the accesses, the published posts, the stories.
He (I won't mention his name, I promised him) starts writing me more and more often. He's worried about me, he doesn't understand what's happening to me. He doesn't see me at practice anymore, none of his common friends have seen me anymore, sometimes I don't even answer the phone. He tries to convince me to go out, he asks me to have a coffee, to go for a walk, even in a group, as long as I go out and give signs of life. I reject all his proposals. Not because I don't want to, because I just can't. I'm in an indecent state. My hair is getting longer and longer, but it's starting to feel bad, it's going on its own, it's dirty. I have a slight hairs under my chin, I don't feel like cutting it even though it looks like a dog. I haven't taken my pajamas off for days. Sometimes I tried to masturbate, I rarely managed to take it as a source of recreation and get to the end, many times I stopped halfway and cried.
I thought about the experiences I've had, the indecency of some of my behaviour. This won't mean that in the future I won't have any more (I'll tell you about it in the following chapters) but in the meantime I'm living it badly. Weeks go by without the situation changing. My parents are more and more worried, I should go to a specialist but there is no way to get me out of the house or to have a constructive conversation with me. Sometimes my mother manages to put a plate of food in front of my room door, which I take perhaps hours later, just so as not to starve to death. It happens that I don't even feel like going to the bathroom to pee and face in a bottle.
It lasts until April, if I remember correctly. I get up in the morning and I feel different, I'm strangely strong, I'm braver, more optimistic. I have clear ideas. I masturbate with conviction, I reach a violent orgasm. Then I come out of the room with my dick still outside and I go to take a shower. I'm under the water for at least an hour.
I wash away the doubts and uncertainties, fears, fears. I'm finally ready to face the situation. By making a gesture that's not like me, I take initiative. I call my he, I phone him directly without even contacting him first by message. He's happy to hear from me, we have a nice chat and I calm him down about my condition.
"Hey, do you want to meet up tonight? I'd like to talk to you?" I propose towards the end of the phone call.
"Sure, how do you wanna set that up?" he says to me.
"Pick me up at 9:30, we'll have a quiet beer alone."
And so he goes: At the appointed time, he's on my doorstep. We go to the pub, order a couple of beers. It's a day in the middle of the week, there are very few people and we chose a rather secluded table, so we can talk freely. I tell him about my time but I can never tell him I'm in love with him and he does the same. At the end of the evening I decide to act, the beer, added to the tranquilizers that I still take, has double effect on me and I lose the inhibitory brake. I have to make it mine, definitely.
He pays the bill and we go back to his car, I ask him if he is in a hurry, since he has to go to work in the morning but he tells me that he is at my disposal if I want to do something else. I ask him to talk a bit more in the car, in a quieter place. I'll drive him, I'll take him to a large parking lot not too far from my house. Here, generally, they organize markets, festivals and stalls during the summer, while in the rest of the year there is not a single soul. Often the boys go there to do the reeds, they seclude on the east side where there is a bench.
I tell them to park the car in the opposite direction, against a wall in reverse, so that no one can get behind it and, at the same time, that we can have a full frontal view.
We start watching videos on Youtube while we talk about football. He's holding his cell phone by the hand and we're commenting. I'm getting closer and closer, I'm now just inches away from him.
With the excuse of finding the ideal position to see better, I rest my head on his shoulder. With my left hand, I go in contact with the one he's holding the phone with.
I caress it gently, almost trying to make it pass as an involuntary gesture. Meanwhile, my face is really just inches away from his. I turn it towards his cheek, now I don't even look at the phone screen anymore. I take a deep breath and my breaths come to his cheek. He is embarrassed, he understands that I won't move my face from that position in any way until I have what I want.
Slowly, he turns his face towards me, without saying anything. Our lips are a few inches away, I close my eyes and fill in the short distance that's missing. We kiss, I feel the sweetness of her lips and her hand caressing my face. I tremble as our tongues come back into contact after more than a year since the last time but with much more emphasis. This time there is love and not only desire in our kiss.
He stops me, moves for a moment and asks me if I am sure of what I am doing. He knows that I have been mentally unwell and is afraid that mine is a reaction of the moment and that I may regret it later. He doesn't want to hurt me. I smile at him and tell him, for the first time, that I love him and that I felt bad for him. I don't talk in general, like I did in the pub, but I go into specifics.
He says he loves me, too, for a long time. That he left the boy just when he realised that love for me was unstoppable. That he's suffered like a dog for me these days. Let's kiss again, this time without anything to stop us. I'm getting much more gentlemanly. I haven't had sex in almost a month. I want it more than ever. I put my hand under his shirt, I feel his chest defined, I feel it with passion. He, meanwhile, makes me take off my shirt and bares my smooth but defined body. We start kissing again, his taste pervades my mouth, then he starts licking my face.
I'm going crazy, I'm really starting to lose control. While I feel the dampness of her saliva flowing on my neck, until I reach my nipples (already swollen), with the palm of my hand I start rubbing on her package, which is about to explode.
"I want to make love," I whispered to him.
Let's not waste any more time, I kick off my shoes and take off my pants and underwear. My dick's already half cummed. I stay in my socks and glasses. He, in turn, takes his clothes off, staying in his socks. I make him pull the seats back, then we go back to kissing. This time I'm the one licking him, I get to his dick quickly and take it in my mouth. It's a little smaller than mine, but a little bit. Still a good size.
I feel his skin sliding up and down in the iron grip of my lips. I push it down his throat and, as it passes, I brush all his shaft with my tongue. I'm ravenous, I long for that cock more than anything else in the world. It is my love's cock, the cock I want with me and inside me. While I unload it furiously, he grabs my big cock and starts sawing it off. I don't want to cum on him during foreplay, nor do I want to do the same. I want to enjoy it to the fullest.
I climb out of my seat and into his. Even if I pull back and recline the seat, there's the steering wheel blocking the space a little bit, but it doesn't matter, I'll settle for it.
I'm straddling him and I start moving like a little bitch. In this abundant year without him I have learned some tricks, I have become extremely more slutty and I want to make him enjoy it. I'm rubbing myself on his cock with my ass, meanwhile I'm rubbing my feet (covered by ghost socks) on his legs. He's a fetishist, he loves feet much worse than me and so I know he's enjoying it. Meanwhile, I can't stop groping him for a second. I caress his chest, I pass my hand on his many tattoos. I've been longing for him all this time. I've thought about him almost every fuck I've ever done.
With my right hand, I place his cock in the direction of my hole while with my left hand I cling to his shoulder. I push his cock in, let it penetrate me. I start to breathe in a panting mood, I look at him, I'm a mask of pleasure. By now, after having masturbated and filmed myself for months, I know very well the kind of expression I make according to the various moments. Now I'm looking at him with my mouth open and it could almost seem like I'm in pain. I'm not, it's just my facial expression.
I'm starting to move faster and faster. My ass is dripping with pleasure while it's starting to get hot in the car. If I used to throw an eye to the road every once in a while to see if someone might come, I don't give a damn since it penetrated me. They might even come and watch us all, film us, give us a standing ovation. Nothing can ruin this moment for me.
I get a good rhythm, almost rubbing up against him while my dick goes deep. I push it all the way in, I can almost feel it in my stomach, then I come back up and pull it out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside. It's an amazing feeling and I completely lose it. I bite his shoulder, then I start panting really hard. Again, I know my expression: now I'm almost smiling, but I have an aggressive smile almost begging to get fucked. He kisses me now and then, with his hands, he caresses my back, my butt, my body. I feel he puts his right hand on my foot, takes off my sock, starts stroking it. I'm furious, now I'm really screaming and I tell him to fuck me.
We are on the verge of exploding, I pull back my back almost resting on the steering wheel, risking even honking the horn. As I'm leaning back, he comes up with his pelvis and now he's fucking me. I grab my dick and start sawing it off. He pulls out my second sock, and it falls on the floor of the car. Now I'm all naked, I've only got my glasses on and I'm panting like never before. I'm all red in the face, I'm enjoying it like never before while I'm jerking off.
First one to surrender, that's my love. He starts to slowly decrease the intensity of the thrust, his breath gets tired, then he starts a first devastating splash inside my hole, followed by at least another 4-5. I see him slowly emptying, drop by drop, inside my body. I stay with his dick inside and I keep sawing myself off. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards him. He wants to blow me and I get in the position where he can do it. He's got my dick in his mouth but I'm fucking him.
I cling to the backrest and hit forward with my pelvis, I immediately find a good rhythm, then I warn him with a scream that I'm coming and I cum completely in his mouth.
Without any problem, I open the door and go down naked in the middle of the street. He invites me back in, but I don't pose any dilemma. I go by the flowerbed, still naked, and I urinate. I get back in the car with the dick that's always been a joke.
He's slowly getting dressed, but I stop him. I still feel like it. He looks at me incredulously, but I want him too much. I ask him to move us to the back seat, we get in and kiss again. It's all very tender, let's stay in that position for I don't know how long. In the meantime our cocks come back almost hard on their own, we just grazed our bodies gently, massaged our smooth skins.
Now he's erect again. I put my head on the seat and spread my thighs. He stands behind me, with his feet on the car mat. He clings to my hips and penetrates me. He starts fucking me clinging to me, kissing my neck, breathing deeply in my face. I, in turn, pant very hard and, from time to time, I turn my face towards him and kiss him. I can't stop telling him that I love him and he does the same. This time we'll last much longer, despite the fierce heat in the car.
That position makes my dick rub against the seat of the car and it soon becomes pleasant. I'm on the verge of exploding, but I still don't want to cum. Again, I'm gonna make sure it's him first. He warns me, I move, I squat down and take it in his mouth. I want to quench my thirst with his cum. It all comes to me, I drink with taste. When I lift my face I still have cum on my lips. He brings a finger to my face, picks it up and puts his finger in my mouth. I suck it, ravenously, then, as soon as he pulls it out, I lick my lips with gusto, cleaning up every last drop.
Now I want to cum a second time, I'm really hard. He's ready to satisfy me, I ask him kindly to lick my feet. He doesn't make me repeat it twice, even though I got out of the car barefoot and walked on the asphalt and in the lawn. While he licks my feet, I go crazy. I'm sawing off at full strength, even lifting my pelvis to follow the movement. As I often do in these cases, I don't know why, I start screaming "ah yes, my feet, yes" and I cum like a camel. It splashes everywhere, even on my glasses and hair. Not bad, it will be one of a thousand pretexts to go and cut them tomorrow!
We snuggle up almost until dawn, saying almost nothing, naked, in love, happy, finally together...
PS: this is a very important chapter for me. I was undecided to the last whether to talk about these events or go directly beyond them, just a quick nod. I've talked about myself in a really thorough way, which I've done a few times in my life. Now, from here on, the story goes on but it will move on for a few months. The settings and situations that so many of you appreciated in the very first stories will come back. I always remind you that I only tell you what happened to me, whether or not you like the content of the stories. Until next time, Fabio...
