Finally I said yes, he'd been trying to get in my pants since I was seven and he was twelve, bribing me with candy to show my underpants. I was ten and didn't have a sexual feeling that I could think of other than getting excited at the occasional peek of a classmates panties that the girls innocently would show without knowing. "Fuck me" I guess so, maybe he'll leave me alone If I let him?
I rode on his handlebars after school on a early spring Friday. Khaki shorts, loose kneesocks with a sweatshirt over my shirt made for a "cute preppie prettyboy look," he said so. White cotton boy's briefs and t-shirt could feel the breeze up my shorts and it felt good.
There was no foreplay in his secret hidden spot in the woods. Shorts tossed on a fallen log I lay before him legs spread on my stomach, shoes, socks and underpants still on (for modesty) he quickly yanked um down in the back. He, with cock in fist, wetted with spit he mounted my fresh firm cheeks, talking me through my first penetration.
All in boy balls deep I spasmed as he came. My love ring spasming uncontrollably as he emptied a second huge load of cum as both of us squealing in excitement. My boyish soprano voice squeaky squeal "What's happening, What's Happening!"
I was different after, riding on his handlebars the mile and a half back. He peddled slowly with my freshpants filling, they felt steamy wet with thick boycum. I slipped my hand up my wind billowed shorts, felt my stiffy, my boypanties moist from sweat, pee and cum. I think I peed myself while he was fucking me, it was a weird, strange feeling getting fucked the first time. He asked me if I wanted to do it tomorrow too. I looked at him strangely and said " Why, I tried it didn't I?" It took a few weeks, LoL.
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