Forbidden Lust and Hidden Past
"Did you tell him happy birthday," my mother asked while I was sorting through the bags of stuff she bought during her day of shopping. "I wasn't aware that it was Kyle's birthday," I said. "He just turned eighteen the other day, I believe," my mother said. "Wait, just turned eighteen," I asked. "I thought he was in college," I asked. "He will be in the fall, from what his mother told me the other day when I ran into her," my mother explained. I had just had hot sex with a high school boy. I couldn't believe it.
I was half-pissed that he lied to me, but kind of turned on that a young stud had such skills. At least he was eighteen and legal. "You know Kyle," my mother continued. "I just met him, so not really," I said while looking at the cute white blouse my mother bought for me. "Sure you do, sweetie. You used to babysit him," my mother said while cutting into the pound cake she picked up during her day out. "That was little Kyle," I said with a surprised look on my face. "He's not so little anymore, is he," my mother innocently said. She had no idea how true those words were. "Oh, yeah, now I remember," I said while still shocked that the hot young stud that fucked me was a high school boy that I used to babysit back in the day.
I still couldn't believe that I got fucked by a boy that I used to babysit. I was more amazed that I couldn't stop thinking about his huge cock buried inside of me. I tried to put it out of mind. It was a one-time thing, so there was nothing to get worked up over. On Friday morning I was waiting at the bus stop. It was one of those weird days when the bus stop regulars weren't around. There was an odd calm as a light rain fell down. I was starring at the bank across the street from the bus stop when I heard the sound of rapid footsteps. I wasn't alarmed since I live in one of those small towns where nothing ever happens. I glanced up saw this boy jogging towards me from a distance. As he got closer, I realized it was Kyle. "Hey," he said as he stood in front of me in grey sweatpants and a matching hoody. "Hey, you liar," I said still kinda pissed that he didn't tell me he was still in high school.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be up for some fun if you knew I was in high school," Kyle said in a calm voice that was kinda sexy. "Well, maybe not, but still you should have told me the truth." "Don't tell that's not the best fuck you had in a long time," Kyle said with a smile as the light rain glistened off his face in the light from the streetlight. "You also didn't tell me I used to babysit you," I said while playfully poking Kyle in the chest and ignoring his valid point. "I honestly didn't make the connection with that the other, but yeah I remember you," Kyle said. "So, you go around fucking all the ladies when you help out your grandfather," I said while glancing at my watch to see how much time we had before my bus came. "Not always," Kyle said. "Hey, I'm a horny Italian boy with some major sausage, what do you expect," he said with a cockiness that I actually found appealing.
"Too bad you don't have time now," Kyle said as I glanced down and noticed a pronounced bulge in his sweatpants. "Yeah," was all I managed to say while trying not let my mind drift. "Well, I have to get to work," I said. "I got a game tonight, but maybe we can hook up after that," Kyle said. "I don't know if we should do it again. It was a one-time thing," I said while involuntarily licking my lips thinking about that thick Italian sausage springing to life in his sweatpants. The bus was heading down the block to save me from saying anything else. "Have a good day at school," I said to Kyle while getting on the bus to work. As I sat in my seat, I thought about Kyle and his big cock. I tried not to dwell on it, but the fact is that he had a bigger cock than this pro football player I briefly dated last year. And he was about 8 1/2 inches, but not nearly as thick as Kyle. I tried to forget about it as my day went on.
It was Friday night and I was at the bar with some girls from the office. It wasn't long before the drinks were flowing and the talk got raunchy. April talked about this guy she literally ran into the other day. He's an EMT who apparently has a healthy sexual appetite. She said that they've been fucking almost non-stop since. "So, have you gotten any since the delivery guy in the elevator," Jean asked me while downing her third martini. "I got some on Monday," I confessed. "Oh yeah," the girls chimed in together. "Younger guy," Christine asked. "Yeah and pretty damn big," I said kinda bragging. "So big pencil dick," April said while asking the bartender for her fourth refill. "Huge Italian sausage," I said while polishing off my gin martini. "Is there enough to go around," Christine asked with fascination. "We don't share our guys," I said with a laugh. "Besides, it was a one-time thing," I added while trying to change the subject.
"How thick we talking," April said after downing yet another drink. "That's not important," I said seriously trying to change the subject. "Come on," the girls chimed in. "Coke can," I said while sipping the rest of my gin martini. "Holy shit," the girls chimed in again. "I haven't had a guy with massive girth in forever," Barb said. "Yeah, plus you said he's got the length thing going on too," Christine said while stuffing a napkin with the bartender's phone number on it into her purse. "Yeah, he was good," I said still trying to find a way to change the subject. The only thing I told them as far as his identity went was his first name. I didn't want everything to know that I got laid by a high school boy. I would never hear THE END
I was half-pissed that he lied to me, but kind of turned on that a young stud had such skills. At least he was eighteen and legal. "You know Kyle," my mother continued. "I just met him, so not really," I said while looking at the cute white blouse my mother bought for me. "Sure you do, sweetie. You used to babysit him," my mother said while cutting into the pound cake she picked up during her day out. "That was little Kyle," I said with a surprised look on my face. "He's not so little anymore, is he," my mother innocently said. She had no idea how true those words were. "Oh, yeah, now I remember," I said while still shocked that the hot young stud that fucked me was a high school boy that I used to babysit back in the day.
I still couldn't believe that I got fucked by a boy that I used to babysit. I was more amazed that I couldn't stop thinking about his huge cock buried inside of me. I tried to put it out of mind. It was a one-time thing, so there was nothing to get worked up over. On Friday morning I was waiting at the bus stop. It was one of those weird days when the bus stop regulars weren't around. There was an odd calm as a light rain fell down. I was starring at the bank across the street from the bus stop when I heard the sound of rapid footsteps. I wasn't alarmed since I live in one of those small towns where nothing ever happens. I glanced up saw this boy jogging towards me from a distance. As he got closer, I realized it was Kyle. "Hey," he said as he stood in front of me in grey sweatpants and a matching hoody. "Hey, you liar," I said still kinda pissed that he didn't tell me he was still in high school.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be up for some fun if you knew I was in high school," Kyle said in a calm voice that was kinda sexy. "Well, maybe not, but still you should have told me the truth." "Don't tell that's not the best fuck you had in a long time," Kyle said with a smile as the light rain glistened off his face in the light from the streetlight. "You also didn't tell me I used to babysit you," I said while playfully poking Kyle in the chest and ignoring his valid point. "I honestly didn't make the connection with that the other, but yeah I remember you," Kyle said. "So, you go around fucking all the ladies when you help out your grandfather," I said while glancing at my watch to see how much time we had before my bus came. "Not always," Kyle said. "Hey, I'm a horny Italian boy with some major sausage, what do you expect," he said with a cockiness that I actually found appealing.
"Too bad you don't have time now," Kyle said as I glanced down and noticed a pronounced bulge in his sweatpants. "Yeah," was all I managed to say while trying not let my mind drift. "Well, I have to get to work," I said. "I got a game tonight, but maybe we can hook up after that," Kyle said. "I don't know if we should do it again. It was a one-time thing," I said while involuntarily licking my lips thinking about that thick Italian sausage springing to life in his sweatpants. The bus was heading down the block to save me from saying anything else. "Have a good day at school," I said to Kyle while getting on the bus to work. As I sat in my seat, I thought about Kyle and his big cock. I tried not to dwell on it, but the fact is that he had a bigger cock than this pro football player I briefly dated last year. And he was about 8 1/2 inches, but not nearly as thick as Kyle. I tried to forget about it as my day went on.
It was Friday night and I was at the bar with some girls from the office. It wasn't long before the drinks were flowing and the talk got raunchy. April talked about this guy she literally ran into the other day. He's an EMT who apparently has a healthy sexual appetite. She said that they've been fucking almost non-stop since. "So, have you gotten any since the delivery guy in the elevator," Jean asked me while downing her third martini. "I got some on Monday," I confessed. "Oh yeah," the girls chimed in together. "Younger guy," Christine asked. "Yeah and pretty damn big," I said kinda bragging. "So big pencil dick," April said while asking the bartender for her fourth refill. "Huge Italian sausage," I said while polishing off my gin martini. "Is there enough to go around," Christine asked with fascination. "We don't share our guys," I said with a laugh. "Besides, it was a one-time thing," I added while trying to change the subject.
"How thick we talking," April said after downing yet another drink. "That's not important," I said seriously trying to change the subject. "Come on," the girls chimed in. "Coke can," I said while sipping the rest of my gin martini. "Holy shit," the girls chimed in again. "I haven't had a guy with massive girth in forever," Barb said. "Yeah, plus you said he's got the length thing going on too," Christine said while stuffing a napkin with the bartender's phone number on it into her purse. "Yeah, he was good," I said still trying to find a way to change the subject. The only thing I told them as far as his identity went was his first name. I didn't want everything to know that I got laid by a high school boy. I would never hear THE END
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