The Continuation of My First Time

(As the characters were over 18 in the previous story, they're a little older in this one that is a continuation)

After taking my virginity, J fucked me each and every time we were together for the rest of the year. It was the most beautiful year of my sex life.

I'm not entirely sure about the sequence of the different scenes I'll recount but most of the times he would just ask me to suck his dick (well often he didn't need to, as I would jump on it as soon as I would see it), the fellatio would never last very long and after he would take me in missionary position for a long fuck. Sometimes it did last hours, no kidding, and during this time I would usually come several times, most of the times without touching myself. I suppose that when I was cumming while he was fucking me his cock was feeling the contractions of my ass. It must have been nice.

In fact, I would already feel on the verge of orgasming as soon as the head of his cock would touch my lips and would cross the next stage when I would spread my legs for him. Then the feeling of his cockhead touching my hole would often be enough to throw me over the edge and if not it would happen once he'd get fully inside. And when he would fill me with his cum, I would often come again. His ejaculations were so powerful that I would feel him burst inside me almost every time and that would trigger another orgasm in me. Even when my balls were already totally empty it would still give me a wonderful form of satisfaction.

As I literally never had enough of this man, many times after he'd fuck me and would leave my hole to lie down next to me, I would take advantage of his still semi hard cock to mount him and sit on him.. even if his cock was not as hard, it was often still swollen and hard enough to get inside my gaping cunt lubricated by his huge load and that way I could enjoy myself a little longer riding him and often jerking my own dick for one last orgasm before sleeping. He was kind enough to endure that, although I suspect he didn't enjoy too much having me cum all over him, often he would manoeuvre my cock with his hand on the head which I think was a trick to avoid getting inundated rather than to please me. Once I had filled his hand he would wipe it on me, I would still try to stay a little longer, well as long as possible, until his cock really deflated and would naturally slip outside of my hole. Only then would I dismount him with a little regret as I would have let him fuck me forever. As soon as he'd be ready again I was up to welcoming him deep inside but usually he could only come once a day or once in the morning and once in the evening. I loved the times where he would penetrate me while some of his cum was still inside, I found these were moments of high erotic intensity.

His room was nearby our highschool so we would often escape (anyway we had passed the age where attendance was mandatory) or take advantage of the lunch break to run to his place and fuck like crazy. More than once I would spend the afternoon feeling his cum leak between my ass cheeks and was worried anyone would note how wet I was.

We were partying a lot during this period but I remember that often I would want the party to end and go back home to get fucked. I was so afraid we'd be discovered that I didn't say anything but gosh was I waiting and wanting. Every time we would go back to his room after the party, whatever the time, he would fuck me and we would sleep in his small bed super close. I loved falling asleep with my boipussy loaded. His room was constantly filled with the scent of sex, cum and sweat. It seems I was always ready and surprisingly clean, I remember only once where I left embarrassing traces on his bedsheets. Most of the time we would do it in his room on his small single bed which was large enough as most of the time he was on me. I remember at least once where did it somewhere else.

One day, my birthday in fact, we went out of town and visited my aunt. It was nice to be out of the city a bit. At night we slept in the same bed. A great setting and he later told me he was happy we were in that large bed with clean sheets, a change from his teenage small room. On my end, although the bedroom was isolated, I was not super at ease to get fucked at my aunt's. What if she'd find out? But when I felt his hard cock starting to rub on me, I could not resist, I never resisted. He mounted on my chest and quickly his cock was entirely in my mouth. He then spread my legs, not a difficult task as I wanted it so much and I loved that moment where I was feeling the strength of his desire and knew he was about to fuck me. I loved opening for him.

He set himself between my legs and quickly pushed his cock inside me. The pleasure was intense and I wanted it to last so this time I was trying to hold myself up, and on his end, he was doing the same. Years later he told me that for my birthday he wanted to fuck me as long as he could. And he did, it was mind blowing. I was not really orgasmIng but felt a deep, intense and lasting whole body pleasure. I had seen in movies girls wrapping their legs in the back of their lover and thought it was a beautiful sign of love and submission so I did just the same. He saw this as a further encouragement to thrust. In this new position with my butt tweaked forward and upward, he was going very deep and we were both experiencing new pleasures.

I don't know for how long this lasted but it was incredibly long. Finally he buried himself deeply inside me and I really felt over-flooded with his cum. I always loved that. I had the impression he had given me even more cum than usual. Then an idea crossed my mind: I was always the one taking the cum, getting seeded and I wanted to find a way of giving him my cum as well. It's strange as the idea of penetrating him or cumming in his mouth never came to my mind, for that I was naturally on the receiving end. When he got off me, I stuck myself close to him and started masturbating. His hand joined me and helped me, my plan was to cover him in cum but very smartly he directed the head of my dick otherwise and when I exploded I felt myself covered in my own cum. I had sperm in my hair, on my face and all over my body. We stayed like that until we both fell asleep.

The next morning I felt the dry cum all over and quickly escaped the bed for a shower hoping that my aunt would not see me. When we went back to the city by train, I had so much pounding that night that I had the impression he was still inside me. Several time during that trip, my day dreaming, the intense feelings in my ass and the motion of the train were close to making me cum in my pants. When we arrived in his room, my underwear were soaked and there was only one thing I wanted and I got it, to my greatest satisfaction.

I remember once we had friends over in his room, we were smoking weed as usual and they advised trying a new thing which they claimed was really strong. J asked a bit too naturally whether it was possible to fuck under this. The guy answered equally naturally asking « yeah the two of you fuck together? ». I turned bright red which probably confessed enough although J denied. We tried the stuff and as soon they left, J jumped on me, however after many attempts, and despite lots of sucking, his erection was not at its best that evening and turned out to be insufficient to penetrate my still tight and unlubricated hole. I think I experimented an element of female frustration that evening.

The next morning, the first thing I did waking up was to take his morning boner between my lips and wake him up sucking him which quickly turned into a great morning fucking session that would leave me seeded for the day. On that morning, I loved the expression of proud and domination when he started penetrating me. His virility needed to make up for the incident the night before and he was pounding me with extra force and determination getting me to moan in pleasure under his efforts. When we heard the neighbours quite distinctly, we got a little ashamed and he tried to silence me but he certainly didn't slow down his pounding. He was slamming his cock as hard and as deep as he could sending me each time in heaven. He was smashing me like crazy and this time he didn't spend hours fucking me, he came deep inside with a look of triumph. I felt totally his, I belonged to him, his semen was deep inside me and would stay there for the rest of the day (well what would not leak out), his eyes were saying I own you and I just loved it. However we had to hurry for a class. There was nos shower in his room so I just got dressed after wiping some of the cum as I had again covered my self in jizz and off we went. During the whole day I could only think of doing it again in the evening.

When we got back in the room late afternoon, I touched his jeans to show what I needed. He opened his fly and I was there sucking him before quickly coming on top and impaling myself on him, he let me fuck myself going up and down on his dick. After a while he took control, turning me on all four and fucking me from behind before finally turning me again on my back, legs open, ass up, to finish himself deep inside and fertilise me again. Every time he was coming inside me, I felt an incredible pleasure, like his orgasm would transfer directly to me and every time at that moment I would have the vision of his cock spurting cum, the vision of the first time we jerked and the fascination I had for his incredibly powerful ejaculation. In fact, during this entire year, I only saw him ejaculate the first two times we did something, and from the moment he started fucking me, he would always ejaculate inside me. I loved that but to be honest I was somewhat frustrated that he never came in my mouth and give me his juice to taste. For that I had to wait more than 20 years but it did happen to my great fulfilment. I'll come back to this later.

Most of the time he would fuck me in missionary which was great as it was what I enjoyed most, feeling him rubbing my special spot deep inside me which was becoming growingly sensitive... I was probably also less at ease mentally getting fucked from behind, maybe an element of shame about being done as a beast or the fact that this was usually more noisy. I loved opening my legs for him, feeling him penetrate me and cover me with his body. Some times, I would guide him inside, feeling his cock in my hand vibrating in anticipation and lust was adding to the excitation, although I didn't need to be excited, I was constantly so horny for him. I also loved the feeling of the head of his cock touching my anus. As much as I wanted him deep inside, this was a moment I loved, it would send waves of anticipated pleasure, no wonder I would come without touching myself the moment he would enter me.

Actually something funny happened one of these few times where I was on all four getting pounded from behind, during a lunch break if I remember well. I was already feeling a little embarrassed by the noise of his cock forcefully getting in and out of my ass with plenty of pretty explicit noises, as well by the noise of the bed that seemed to cry under all the action, let alone the moaning I was tying to repress. While we were lost in absolute lust, we heard an insisting knock on the door that we probably didn't hear the first time. One of our friends was knocking and calling us. We were petrified. We were afraid to make the slightest move that the bed would inevitably have signalled loudly so I stayed there on all four and his cock froze inside me. The guy was insisting. It was a strange situation his cock was buried deep inside me but immobile. This odd moment felt endless. All kinds of thoughts were going through my mind, the fear of getting caught but even more the need to carry on with the fucking!

The situation was both exciting and embarrassing. What made me most embarrassed was that I was sure the guy heard us, plus the smell exhaling out of the room would leave him with no doubt about what was going on on the other side of the door. As much as I love getting fucked by J, I still had a small amount of shame in me. Partly because being gay was not yet that accepted in those days and also because I was persuaded that people would immediately know or suspect that I was the one getting it, the one who was being fucked in the ass, the one playing the girl's role which for stupid reasons I felt more shameful. Social norms!

My only hope was that he would believe that one of us was doing a girl and not that J was doing me like a girl. The waiting felt like hours, but finally he left. We carefully listened to his steps in the stairs. Although I was terrified, I was pretty eager to continue and started slowly moving my hips. J stopped me advising that we needed to make sure he was really leaving. Then he withdrew from my ass which was always a moment that would trigger some sort of regretful feelings both physically and mentally. I laid on my back. J said we needed to wait so that he doesn't only see the two of us get out of the building if he was waiting around as it would be just the same as being really caught fucking. So we spent the rest of the afternoon in the room, the good thing being that we knew exactly what to do... but we were extra careful not to make any noise. We were not that careful usually and I'm sure our neighbours knew very well we were fucking like crazy all the time.

I also remember something I never confessed to J. Once we had a bunch of friends in his room and after smoking plenty of weed, we all kind of dozed off. Of course I was super horny as usual and I was afraid that J was too and would want to fuck me despite the presence of the others maybe even in front of them! I thought it'd be more prudent not to stay close to him, in all honesty also because despite all the others in the room I was not sure I could resist if I would have stayed next to him.

I lied down next to another guy. We were all dreaming half awake, half sleeping and the type of thoughts and images that were running in my mind were as usual sex... the guy next to me was getting closer. I didn't notice immediately but soon his body was rubbing mine very discreetly and slowly. I was wondering whether it was just my perception or whether he was effectively doing it and whether it was intentional. The guy pooled a blanket over us. My hand "inadvertently" landed on his crotch. He had no reaction. I let my hand move as if it was random involuntary movements, although in reality they were very intentional. I started feeling a hard bulge in his pants. I took his absence of reaction as an encouragement. At the same time my thoughts reversed and I was thinking I should have stayed close to my man, even if that meant I would not have resisted sucking him despite the others. My attraction, addiction, to J was so immense and irresistible that I think I could have done that. I started wondering what the others would have thought and done, whether J would have fucked me in front of them, whether they would have been shocked or whether they would have asked to join...

All these thoughts made me super horny and as the guy next to me was precisely next to me and seemed to be fine with my hand rubbing his dick over his pants, my hand slowly started to crawl under his pants. After prudent and very progressive approach I ended up opening his fly and having his all cock in my hand and stroking it gently. The head was all wet. At this occasion I realised I was not the only one to have a small dick, and that J was really big. During all the time where I was touching this guy, I was wondering whether I should suck him, what the others would think and do if he suddenly pull the blanket away, whether he would tell the others that I had touched his cock and that J and I were probably gay.

I don't remember making him cum, I think we were interrupted by some of the guys leaving which I thought was excellent news as it meant I would finally have my man for me. I didn't say anything to J, not that I worried he'd be jealous (although?), I had not the slightest doubt that I belonged to him, I didn't had the sentiment that I was cheating or anything but I felt a bit too slutty. I hope he pardons me and understands, anyway he should take responsibility for turning me into an insatiable slut.

As soon as we were alone in our room, we made love. I think it is that night that, probably to accommodate our guests and to avoid getting them to think that we were sharing the same bed, we had installed a mattress on the floor. This is where I was pretending to sleep. My hand went up in his bed, like begging for his attention, and soon he jumped off his bed, kneeled on my chest and offered me a massive erection that I was too pleased to take in my mouth. I was probably not yet a great cocksucker at that time but I loved taking his meat in my mouth. Most of times I would just bobbed up an down on his shaft, but this time he was driving his dick between my lips, although a bit shyly. Quickly he parted my thighs and was ready to penetrate me. He slightly raised my bum with his hands which made me even more excited and made his pounding very intense.

He fucked me for a long time and filled me with a huge dose of cum, as usual. After he laid next to me. I don't remember how many times he made me cum this time, but it was another intense session. However I wanted more, so I started touching his cock that had went limp but was still large, I think that he was enjoying the touch although once he had told me not to touch him after coming because it was too sensitive.

I was desperately trying to get him hard again but without much success, so I did something that I'm not sure he thought was right but whatever, I went down on him and took the cock that had just been in my ass into my mouth. He let me suck a little on it but then told me that he was more a once a day guy. I was a much more than once a day guy but had to go with it. I kept his soft cock resting in my mouth for a while and finally felt asleep. I think the next morning was again one of these days where I woke him by sucking on his boner and where we would start the day fucking, something I loved as I could feel him all day.

Another thing I loved was the smell of his cock. It would turn me on immediately, although I never needed to be turned on, I was always ready for him. It is as if the smell of his dick, and the smell of all our fucking in his room was making me high. Probably a reason why it felt so frustrated that he never dared to cum in mouth. I would have loved so much to taste him, to swallow him and feel filled on both ends by my man. And in complement to his addictive pheromones, the perfect size, head-shape, girth, curve and generosity of his cock, his sexual spell on me, I found him so smart, creative and handsome and our friendship was so fulfilling that I really felt privileged and honoured that he would fuck me.

It is also during that period that I would have my first relationship with a girl (and then a few others). I would tell J everything, it was part of our friendship and he would advise me as the older, wiser, more experienced man of the relationship. Once he gently reprimanded me because I hadn't used contraception. He would also fuck girls once in a while and it would not change anything between us. Whether one of us had a girl, we would not be calmed down and I would still get my dose of fuck, love and sperm.

I even introduced my first gf to him. She was a slightly plump blonde who I enjoyed fucking as she was really hot and a free-spirited which in those years was not that common. After meeting her, he told me he was surprised that she was not very pretty. I'm still surprised and unsure what he meant. What I remember though is that after that coffee with her we left her and once we arrived in his room, he fucked me I think with even more thrust than usual.