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Age when it happend: 19
Where it happened: His house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight

Five years……it seems like an eternity…..and yet to me it seems like a mere moment ago. I can remember the day in such vivid details. My fling thing at the time (we will call him Cyril) was my first relatively serious relationship that I had had. He was several years older, wiser and ever so intellegent. He did not mirror any of the popular pin up males of the day by any means or any measure……but it was the fact that he was such a beautiful and gentle intellect that made every moment spent in his company a whirlwind of euphoria. We had dined that evening at a keen Sushi/Maki restaurant……gorging ourselves with California rolls and roe. Because he was older I assumed that sex was not an option….but a requirement…..but after a discussion he assured me that the issue was not keeping him up at night. (bollocks!)However…..we had rented the Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Love and were watching it over at his apartment. During one of my favorite scenes I began to weep……and he leaned over and began to kiss my tears away. At that moment, I lost all conscious thought. I kissed him with a passion and vigor none of which he had seen from me before. As we progressed…… shirt came of as was followed by my bra and eventually everything else. I was ever so shy…….so I draped myself with a throw rug and I followed him to his room. There, he lay me down and kissed and assured me that all was going to be fine…….that he would try his best not to hurt me, and If I wanted to stop….all would be halted. He held me and rocked me slowly with the B tribe slowly playing in the back. I took his sex in my mouth…..and suckled at my generous breats for whatfelt like ions………the whole scene seemed like a mere mode of fiction….it was so beautiful. He unfolded my legs to what seemed like beyond capasity and knelt shyly smiling and apologizing for what he was about to do. When he entered me I felt as though I was being torn apart by a ravenous beast……and after that….he withdrew and held me and cooed while I was crying. After that, we decided to try again…which we did…and he said it would be better if I tryed to relax and to ‘recieve’ him. It made it a bit better…..however not by much. But each time it got to much for me (I have a low pain threshold) he would hold me.After three unsuccessful attempts…I began to feel much more liberated and I began to enjoy myself somewhat. After more than an hour and a half of our love making…we showered together and we slept in each others arms…..and awoke to rediculiosly matted mops of hair. The moral of the story… enjoy and share the pleasures of the flesh with only the kindest and most wonderful people you know and love……..and do not go to sleep with dripping wet hair and expect it to be coiffed to perfection in the morning.

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