Sweet Sin of Youthful Days

The swollen cock lay between his moist cheeks. I slipped my hand under Vedran's shirt, rubbing his stomach and chest, and then lowering it to his groin, to his balls. His love muscle was still tense and hard even after ejaculation. His groin was not hairy like mine, but from his movements, I sensed that my touches excited him. He grabbed my thighs with one hand and pulled me closer.

When you are in those adolescent years, full of erotic charge, and you have no way to release the excess sperm and slow down the production of testosterone hormones, except with your "right hand," every erotic story easily piques your interest. It was the same in our little town, on an Adriatic island, especially during the summer. During the day, we were at the beach, swimming and enjoying the charms of the sea, and in the evening we gathered on the terraces of cafes and places where older boys would usually tell erotic stories from their own experiences or knowledge picked up from erotic films and literature.

For us teenagers, those stories were the most interesting topics that brought our masculinity to a state of erection, so our hands would just reach for zippers or sports shorts like today's boxers. I was eighteen years old and among the older ones in the group. One hot July evening, the bartender of the local café, Toni, recounted a juicy sexual orgy. Like: a Ukrainian woman took three young men to her hotel room and did those things with them, or the kind of fucking that is hard to see even in the toughest porn films. In that naked quartet, one was fucking her in the pussy, another in the ass, and the third was giving her a blowjob. And so on alternately. Since Toni described every phase of that turbo sex in detail, my underwear was already swollen and wet in front, and I thought it would burst, and my cock would simply pop out. I grabbed it with my hand, stroked and pulled in the dark, and then I pulled it out because I came at that moment. The kids had already dispersed because it was late, and in the café's garden, it was just me and Vedran, who was a year younger. He was a handsome and charming boy, always well-groomed and a bit shy about male stories.

In the dim light, I noticed that he also put his hand in his shorts and was playing with his cock. I wanted to see how big it was, but we both felt uncomfortable even though we were playing the same game. To let him know that I knew what he was doing, I moved closer and touched him with my thigh. He looked at me and responded with a squeeze of his thigh. That encouraged me, and I reached out my hand and grabbed him by the cock. It was almost like mine, just a bit thinner. I started to jerk him off, and he grabbed my cock in return. With our arms crossed and thighs pressed together, we worked hard. A strange feeling engulfed my body because no one had ever grabbed my cock before. I felt heat in my chest, and from his movements, I sensed that he was excited too. I quickened the pace of my hand and quickly brought him to climax. He came, moaning, letting go of my cock.

He was left breathless, stiff, and with his hands between his thighs. I wrapped my hand around his back and felt his smooth and wet skin under his thin shirt. My hand mechanically began to further explore his body. Under his shorts, I felt a round and firm ass, and the gentle curve of his back ended in his cheeks. I circled my hand around his back, and an unconscious urge drove me to probe the pleasure spot between his cheeks with my middle finger. I went from his spine to his groin, where I met his swollen balls. That excited him, and he moved closer to me. At one point, he instinctively turned towards the fence in the garden, and his ass flashed in front of my eyes. A new pleasure overwhelmed me, but so did fear. Scared, I pulled down his, and then my shorts. He did not resist. The swollen cock lay between his moist cheeks. I slipped my hand under Vedran's shirt, rubbing his stomach and chest, and then lowering it to his groin, to his balls. His love muscle was still tense and hard even after ejaculation. His groin was not hairy like mine, but from his movements, I sensed that my touches excited him. He grabbed my thighs with one hand and pulled me closer.

The touch of his naked body brought me to the peak of excitement, making me feel like I would push him through the fence. I came and collapsed over him. He pulled away and quickly put on his shorts, then ran off without a word.

For a while, I stood there naked, then I got dressed and headed home. In bed, I was under the strong impression of the evening's events. Along the way, I played with my cock and fell asleep in those thoughts. In the morning, I got up later, recalling last night's encounter with Vedran. I did not feel discomfort thinking that something had happened to us that we would soon repeat. It seemed to me that last night's experience was pleasant and good, not knowing that it could be even better. I went to the garage for some things, and then I saw Vedran entering through the yard gate. Although he had come before, this time I was really happy to see him. He approached me with a boyish smile, to which I responded, sensing what would follow. The sight of his body stirred a strange feeling in me, and a tingling in my groin brought my cock to a state of erection. I closed the garage door and placed my hands on his ass. He grabbed me by my raised shorts. I stroked his firm cheeks, and he leaned into my face, and in the next moment, our lips passionately touched. Nature has set some things so that they do not need to be learned. They are a matter of instinct and natural feeling.

His lips were soft and warm, and the touches initiated a new experience of pleasure throughout my body. I pulled down his shorts, and he did the same to me. Our cocks met face to face like two spears. I grabbed both and tried to unite them, intertwining, not knowing what to do. Spontaneously, they found each other's groin. I felt a strong desire to plunge my spear into something. Instinctively, I turned him and leaned him forward, and a star-shaped hole appeared between his cheeks. I aimed my cock at it, but it tightened. I pushed hard, but it wouldn't go. I remembered that small children are given pieces of soap to insert into the hole during imprisonment. I grabbed the soap that was used for washing hands in the garage, moistened it with saliva, and then smeared it on his hole. I felt with my finger that it would be effective.

I positioned Vedran again in front of my swollen cock. With one hand, I stroked his chest and stomach, and with the other, I positioned my tool. The rosy, wet tip was knocking hard at the door, wanting to open it as soon as possible. He also wanted that and began to position himself on the tip of my spear. He did it relaxed in a slow rhythm, and I felt that I was entering the warm opening. It was tight, the skin on the tip stretched, and it hurt a lot, but the excitement and desire were such that nothing could stop the penetration anymore. At one moment, Vedran jerked and straightened up, and my cock slipped out of the hole. He turned to me and said that the pain was unbearable.

- I'll go slowly, relax - I told him pleadingly, knowing that fear was blocking him and tightening his hole even more. I greased my tool again and tried to enter him once more, pressing tightly against his back. It was difficult to enter, but it worked. I grabbed him with both hands, pulled him strongly, and with a few jerks, I buried myself to the hilt. My head was spinning, and he was moaning, begging me to pull out. I did so only after a passionate climax that shook my entire body and neutralized the pain of the tip and skin chafed from the strong friction.
Vedran straightened up and tried to catch his breath. I stroked his back and round ass, which had a soothing effect. He completely calmed down and looked at me shyly. Although the experience was complete and exciting, we did not decide on a new burst, as we both felt the pain that lasted for several days. From the strong squeeze of his anal muscles, I had the feeling for a long time that I had ten metal rings tightening around my cock. He confided to me that he had felt for days that a cock was stuffed in his ass up to the balls.

While we were sorting out the impressions, I remembered that it would be good to get a proper cream for the next opportunity, which would serve better than soap as an anal lubricant. Soon we decided to repeat everything. We well greased everything that needed to be, and everything was perfect. The pleasure was mutual and complete, and our encounters became regular. I was simply in love with Vedran's porcelain ass that trembled so well on my cock. We became very close and almost dependent on each other. It seemed to me that we could no longer live without each other, and then we suddenly parted.

An innocent children's conflict led to the end of our passionate relationship. We tried to forget that episode, and everything that followed later, including my first fuck with a girl, helped me think of the close encounters with Vedran as just an innocent sweet sin of two adolescents.