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The fascination of flying has always been my dream. My interest in planes and everything that flies was simply not to be tamed. I always wanted to go high from childhood, I wanted to fly and explore the world. After I managed the high school with flying colors, I really wanted to go to the only school in all of Austria that was specially designed for aircraft technology.
Fortunately, my parents were absolutely not in the way of this decision, although it meant for them that they would only see me at the weekend. During the week I would in a home or. The boarding school was housed, which was not far from school.
At that time at fourteen, however, I was not aware that I would lose my previous friends in my homeland through my decision to go to this school. I was firmly convinced that the weekend would be sufficient to preserve my friendships, but I should still be mistaken in it.
On the first day of my new phase of life, I was driven to Eisenstadt by my parents.
We had to get up early in the morning to get the almost three -hour drive behind us and still be on time. Admittedly, I was really extremely nervous, but less because it was the first day in the new school. What made me a lot more to tremble was that I the first time in my life would spend the night so far from home and that for a week in a row.
Finally it was so far. I entered my new school and found mine on the stop board under all the names.
With the help of space numbering, I finally found my classroom on the third floor, entered it and looked for a seat to my taste. Since there was only another boy in the class, which of course I welcomed, the choice of seats was still large and I found a place in the second row that I thought was suitable. Within the next half an hour more and more guys arrived until the room was finally completely filled. I hardly spoke a word with my two new neighbors, the greeting was the highlight, so to speak,.
In the following hour we got to know our class board and were thrown at all the forms that we all had to fill out and sign.
After all, most of them went home and only a few, including me, made my way to the boarding school building. My parents were already waiting there, who brought my luggage to my new room and wanted to say goodbye to me. Before I could get my new room, however, there was a speech for all newcomers before our names were called up in groups of three. So I met my room colleagues Sandro and Bastian.
Although our conversations were still very bumpy at the beginning, which is actually quite normal, we quickly became good friends.
The weeks, months and years passed. I quickly distanced myself from my friends in my home country, I hardly stopped Contact with you. Basti, Sandro and I, on the other hand, became the best friends and knew everything about each other without exception. One day, we were already sixteen years old, Sandro proudly reported that he had been at the weekend first time experienced.
He told us every detail as he took through his girlfriend Sabrina and how abnormally it was for him and for her too. Admittedly, I was a little jealous of my buddy, he was already losing his virginity, while I don’t even get a girl in the beginning.
That made me think very much and I found that I was no longer sure whether I was standing on girls at all. We didn’t have a single girl in our class and since it was a technical school, it didn’t look very tingling in the other classes. I had distanced myself from my few female friends in my home country, but I still had to find that I was by no means missing the female gender.
I noticed that I was very happy to watch my two roommates when they walked around half -naked.
I liked her slim, beautiful bodies, the underpants that they wore and the delicate bumps in them, which occasionally showed up. When I finally imagined my best friends when I was wanking, I had no doubt. I totally drove off boys.
In the following two years until I became eighteen I used every opportunity to see Sandro and Basti as naked. I was simply overwhelmed by the half -naked bodies of my best friends and spent them when showering, in which community showers protected with curtains.
I also caught that Internet to search for horny gay porn, masturbated exclusively with the thoughts of my two friends and more and more. Sandro, however, took the next to his girlfriend, of whose intimate activities he said so much and bird the next one three weeks later. It was really astonishing to see how he had a total of six friends within two years and he bragged about his sexual experiences with each. Basti stayed with Sandro’s high -punched speeches just like me and always gave him less attention over time when he spoke about his sex.
Basti and I became more and more closer friends, but tried to show Sandro.
One evening, it was Sunday and therefore the day of arrival, Basti and I happened to talk about Sandro’s sex -rich life. Sandro himself was not present on this day because he was sick for a week. We discussed how far his stories were true and also about what prompted him to reveal so much about his sex life. Later, around half past nine in the evening we were already showering in our beds, but our conversation still acted for the majority of Sandros boast about sex.
But with an unexpected question that Basti addressed me, our topic of conversation suddenly changed: “Have you ever had sex?”
In principle, a very simple question that would be to be answered immediately with “no”, but it was not that easy for me. Basti was my best friend, if there was someone at all, it would be he who would probably come out in. Without further ado, I decided to put everything at risk and at least to tell him my preferences.
“No, I didn’t have, but I think that also has a certain reason.”
“A certain reason? What kind of one?“Asked Basti.
“Well, so you have to promise that it only stays among us two.”
“Yes, of course.”
“So I … somehow I feel totally drawn to boys.”
He looked at me in astonishment and with big eyes, but then asked: “So you are gay?“Then I just nodded.
Our conversation suddenly stalled with you. I just didn’t know what to say about it and Basti seemed just as difficult to find it to react reasonably.
“I am the first to find out?“He asked me.
Again I had to nod. “Please promise me that you don’t say anything about it,” I repeated myself. Now he replied with a nod.
“So you have never had anything with a boy?“Asked Basti after an unpleasant break. I presented his question as correct and then asked if he had sex at all.
“Yes,” he replied: “When I was fifteen, my seventeen-year-old neighbor was seduced.
I thought that was really cool at the time, but she wanted to leave it at one time.“I just took his statement like that, even if I wondered why he never told us about it and the silence continued. Finally Basti said: “Somehow it’s late, I will probably turn and sleep better.“Not averse to his proposal, I also made myself comfortable in my bed and tried to nod off.
I had to keep thinking about what happened first. It was really right from me to pull my best friend in here? His reactions to my coming-out were really more than poor. I was really afraid that our friendship would now also divide.
My thoughts were totally crazy and didn’t let me fall asleep anymore, but Basti also seemed to go that way, because at some point later in the after he said suddenly: “Hey, you are already sleeping?”
I immediately replied: “No, why what is?”
“Well, somehow I can’t fall asleep because a question is depressed by me.”
“It’s about I’m gay?”
“Yes, so to speak.”
“Well then just ask.”
“OK. Have you ever fantasized about me?”
Something surprised at his question I answered honestly: “Admittedly, yes! And not just once. Is this a problem for you?”
“No. No, and even if it were, I couldn’t do anything about it anyway, ”he replied a little jokingly.
I smiled hesitantly, but there was no more answer to it.
There was silence between us again and I sank into my complex and disordered thoughts again.
“Hey, may I ask you for one … well … a little slope?“, Basti said a few minutes later and tore me out of my thoughts. “Ahm, of course, what is it?”, I answered.
“So I thought … if you already fantasize about me … then um … well … maybe you want to blow me one?”
I somehow felt totally surprised by this question, but frankly there was only one possible answer for me: “So I would do it for you, but why? Are you gay too?”
“No. No. It’s just like that, I enjoyed it with my neighbor when I was fifteen at the time, she really had it on it.
But that was my first and last time, you understand?”
“Understand. And you don’t care if you get one from a man from me?”
“Well, it’s not particularly bright here. I also close my eyes and imagine something of my own.”
“Okay if you say so. And what if you spray then? I mean … should I swallow it?”
“So that would really be the hottest if you would do that for me too.
Then I really owe you something.”
“Oh, that’s ok, after all I can go to yours tail Ran, ”I said with a steamed laughter.
Basti also laughed quietly and agreed with me. “Well then, should I come across to you?”, asked he. However, I immediately swept it away and replied: “No no, stay there calmly.”
With these words I got up and took the few steps over to his bed, where I then knelt at the edge of the hip next to the bed edge. At the same time, Basti pushed his ceiling aside and was therefore only protected by his white boxer short.
Once again I asked him: “And you are really sure that I should do that? After all, you are also my first and I don’t know if I can get it as well as your neighbor.“But he was determined to do this here and trusted that I could get it just as well.
“Ok, then I start,” I said, carefully put my right hand on his light six-pack belly. “Oh shit, she is cold,” he said frightened and twitched together briefly. I apologize, but then with my hand unhindered until I got to the rubber bond of his underpants. I gently let my fingertips slide down and felt the first stoling hair after just a few centimeters.
Of course I didn’t let it stop and continued to slip with my fingers until I felt the approach of his penis. Already the next moment I handled a little tentatively basti’s limp part with my hand and just felt the fabulously soft and tender skin of his penis. From this second, my little friend also reported, who had to remain packed in the underpack.
I took my hand out of his underpants again, then grabbed it on both sides and pulled it down to his feet. It was the first time that I had my very best friend in front of me, although I couldn’t see very much detailed things in the pale light of the moon and street lighting.
Basti had already closed his eyes and put a hand on his chest. After all, I didn’t hesitate for a second. I just wanted to spoil his penis and packed his still limp part. I carefully started moving his foreskin back and forth and also massaging his testicles with the other hand.
I immediately noticed that his eggs retired sharply through my cold fingers, but his penis was finally greater.
My body played crazy. I was so excited, only due to the insane feeling of his half -tire partly between my palm and eggs in the other hand. When his cock finally felt pretty hard, I was amazed at how big he was. Definitely a whole track longer and also thicker than mine, so that was definitely eighteen centimeters or even more.
After all, I didn’t want to waste any further seconds with simple foreskin movements and leaned over Bastis Mitte in front of Bastis.
One last time I pushed his foreskin back, then opened my mouth and let his glans disappear into it. As soon as my wet lips and tongue touched his bare glans, he breathed in deeply and then said softly and moaning: “Oh god, memories are awake.”
I saw that in advance as a great compliment and just started sucking on his cock. At first rather slow and admittedly somewhat timid I licked his beautiful acorn, in which belief nothing to rush. But when I felt confirmed by a quiet moaning by him, I continued to do everything right.
I pushed his insanely horny spanking as far as possible in the throat and pressed his glans with my tongue against my palate. Basti sniffed louder and deeper and kept giving a long moan.
I was really with full commitment, even with a latte between my legs, when Basti suddenly grabbed my head after a few minutes. A little roughly he pressed him down with both hands and rammed his long Schwengel even deeper into my throat when I loved it. His moan sounded totally lusty and he ordered his eggs to massage me.
It was not easy for me to make his penis disappear so far in my throat and therefore had to choke again and again, even though I tried to avoid it. His moan quickly became louder, increasingly lustful and intense while I spoiled his sack and the beautifully shaped and veined tail.
I was sure. Although I was only busy with his horny cock for around five minutes, it wouldn’t take long for it to spray it. And I was right with my guess.
He suddenly let go of my head and said quickly in a moaning voice: “If you don’t want to swallow, then quickly away with your mouth!”
I hesitated for a moment and wondered if I should really swallow his sperm. But I hesitated too long and already felt the first splash that hit my palate and then dripped on the tongue. Immediately a completely new and very strange taste spread, which I unfortunately did not find very pleasant. In the following seconds, many splashes of his white sauce shot into my mouth, accompanied by almost convulsive moans and muscle twitching of Basti.
I waited until his cock no longer pulsed, then pressed my lips very close around his shaft and took it out of his mouth. Back remained a not really tasty sip of sperm, because I also choked down.
Once again I took his sperm -smeared and damp penis in my mouth and sucked the last droplets from his tube before I paid off his pleasure piston and straightened up. Andreas was still snorting something, but thanked me and apologized for the early cumshot. Of course I saw that very calmly, because at least I was allowed to lick my best friend’s tail, and in general he enabled me to Blowjob.
When I finally got up, Basti naturally remarked my crossbar and asked with a smile: “What are you doing with that now?”
“Oh, I’m going to crawl on the toilet for a few minutes,” I replied.
He had to laugh, thanked him again and then wrapped in his ceiling again.
When I came back to the room after a few minutes, Basti already seemed to sleep because I heard a tentative snoring. Fully satisfied and still horny I got into my bed and fell asleep almost rarely beforehand.
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