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French Kiss Part 2

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: charleslawton Posted on: 12 Nov 2005 2 comments
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Continuing the story of how I discovered sex with the help of my 14 yo sister and 13 yo friend.
We were on holiday in France and had just discovered the pleasure our cocks could give and receive...

We got on the bed together, naked, facing each other and with our stiff cocks almost touching. Johnny couldn't wait to feel my cock and reached out and wrapped his fingers around my shaft and I did the same to him. We exposed our cock heads and put them together then I even slid my long foreskin forward over his smaller slippery glans and the feeling was incredible, like an electric charge going through my cock and balls and up my body.

Our chests touched and then Johnny started moaning and thrashing around. As I continued to touch his cock his eyes glazed over and his jaw dropped as he had his first mutual orgasm. He kept saying over and over that he never knew ANYTHING could feel better than his own orgasms and then he looked at me, leant his face against mine, said, "Thank you," and put his lips to mine.

It felt strange to kiss another guy, and I remember a faint trace of garlic on his breath from the French food we'd eaten, but it went on for ages as I experienced my first gay French kiss.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude that my very attractive friend should accept me so intimately and I did a totally spontaneous thing; I lowered my mouth over his cock and kissed it. (I had never given a bj before---it was just instinctive.)

He got hard immediately and quickly had a second climax, but squirting several spurts of his sweet tasting fluid into my mouth and I swallowed it as a token of my gratitude.

That event changed my self-image forever. The next night we stopped off at a hotel on our way back to England and amazed our parents by going straight to our room after dinner and having a quite a night when we both learnt the art of how to give and receive pleasure.

Johnny was fascinated by my ability to shoot so far and we tasted each other's fluids time and again. He produced lots of good tasting cum in little squirts when I took him in my mouth and that tasted really sweet.

We never did that again and our next encounter included each of our own girlfriends. There followed years of delightful petting and learning all the techniques of pleasuring another person with both sexes.

At that time, I was simply on fire with lust and felt proud of my sexuality and no longer ashamed.

When we got home my sister got interested in me again and would get me to dance with her in her room at bedtime when we were both in our nightclothes. I made sure before I went into her room that my cock was swollen and the purple cock head uncovered so she could get a good look at it through the opening in my pajamas! She put on dark glasses so I couldn't see her staring at me and then got me to flex my muscles and pose in such a way that the full length of my cock was visible to her through the wide open gap in my blue pyjamas. She even took some Polaroid photos where you could see everything I had on offer. Eventually I became relaxed and let her see me in the open. She said it looked amazing and all her friends would love to have me as a boyfriend.

She got me to go to her room every night and got really excited by me. I showed her how to peel back the foreskin and she seemed fascinated by its stiffness and hardness and the contrast between the velvet soft pale outer skin and the very dark red and incredibly sensitive glans.

She also showed me her developing breasts and fondled herself. Twice that I can remember, she got that dreamy look in her eyes as she squeezed her legs together and had a powerful orgasm as she stared intently at my cock. I never touched her at all, but I got a good look when she pulled open the lips and showed me the clitoris and the pink inner lips.

She also showed me how she rubbed her clitoris which poked out above her lips and I watched her nearly fainting with pleasure when she saw me spurting and this triggered her orgasm.

So my self-image healed, and now years later I am now grateful for my sexuality and express this in many ways with a fulfilling marriage to a woman who enjoys sex in all its wonderful forms, but I am still thankful for that first French kiss!
I would love to hear from others who identify with this true account of one man's early sexual experiences.