Dirty Mind of a 19yr old Part 2 (6.19.13)

Almost too weak to get up, I find myself still on my knees. Before I can get another word out, you shove my face full of cock. You break me down until you're standing over me fucking my mouth. Almost like a wake up, the dick gets bigger and harder in my mouth like I knew it would. I can't get enough of your huge dick, so my pussy is throbbing for more.  I ignored your balls for too long. I put both of them in my mouth, tossing them in my warm juices. The hunch of your back tells me that you're almost ready for nut number 2. I'm not ready for you jizz on me just yet. I get you in me one more time from the front, pushing my legs back causing my walls to get tighter and grasp on your shaft.

I can't take no more. I feel myself about to explode when you push it in one more time. You pull out and I take you in the back of my throat, tasting me on you gives me fuel to finish you off. 

Just feeling you get warmer and weaker, I know that you're anything to peak. Face fucking is nothing new, so I make gagging noises and encourage you to get it all on me. You're so ready. Just a little bit closer. I can taste all of that hard work you put into fucking me. You look relieved. Your cum hits the back of my throat. It makes it way down easily. Like magic, its gone in an instant. I kill you off my sucking the rest out, licking and sucking you until you beg for me to quit. 

Dirty Mind of 19yr old (6.10.13)

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

7. I thought about Jay today

I was sitting in my father's couch and it was the same spot where I used to talk to Jay. 

I wonder how he's doing... My guess is probably doing nothing more than just working to live and living to work. I don't know why I don't see the people that I've spoken to in high school doing more than just being regular. Maybe that's the problem, that I (much like us all) don't see the potential in others, but their circumstance.

But back to Jay.. I really liked Jay. His then girlfriend drove a wedge between us with her insecurities. I cared about him though. I made sure that I always asked about his well being and his feelings.

I called him papa. Like Papa John (because his name was Jonathan), and I can tell that he liked that. One time Jay got into a motorcycle accident. I reached out to him with a text like "Papa are you good honey?" and his cousin wrote back explaining who I was writing to and asked "do you like Jay or something?" I was polite about the question but I had to think about what calling Jay "Papa" really meant and our friendship. 

We hung out one time, and that one time changed us. I mean not to say that I didn't see him around school, but that one time we were face to face and our dynamics shifted. We were about to kiss and it was feeling so right; like it was appropriate for the hour. Stress and confusion, but also a sense of wonder and lust that was just beaming off of him. As though if we're to make love with our mouths we could make sense of it all.

I can only picture how it could've have gone done (sometimes even feel it.) We were breathing in each others space... and that's what scared us.

I went to visit my father that night. Jay said we had something to talk about. I guess we left a big "What if" in the air. All I could do was think about Papa on my father's couch.

Something About Wes that Night

I have recently started college and already someone was asking for me.
I didn't know who he was, where he came from, or if this was a prank... but I went along with it.

I took a chance on a Saturday night to a guy who was kicking incredibly dope shit through a telephone via SMS as I waited for him on his front steps. I didn't know that even cool kids can get afraid of me.

He was so afraid of me..

Stop being afraid of me.

From the buzz to a low concentrated apprehensive feeling, this worry that ran over me sat with me until morning. ... I stayed with him till morning.
We spoke on culture , fashion, weed, and music. It was like we moved too fast, but we were stuck on the fascination of a new person. Time kept moving while we stood still. I cast my cares into kissing.

We kissed. I didn't know where it came from, but we kissed. It felt so weird, and soft, and wet, and tender.
We were rebounding ourselves because of our excess baggage. Honestly because we didn't know what we were doing, we just went along with the moment.

Warped into lust, I had a feeling that I would be making another visit to the Sigma house.

(Just speaking my mind)