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I came out of the ensuite bathroom wearing the pyjama bottoms that Braden had leant me. His bedroom was tastefully decorated in a masculine style. Braden stood on the far side of the room, across the large and neatly made bed, looking out the window. On hearing me enter he turned to face me, he was wearing only boxers. Braden is a nice-looking kid with longish hair that sometimes flops over one eye in an alluring way and a pretty face. He is thin, about the same height as me, and very smooth with no facial hair or body hair, no piercings or tattoos. The tent pole in his shorts was obvious.We locked eyes and Braden stepped toward me hesitantly, Bolu Escort gauging my reaction with each step closer. When we stood face to face he put his arms around my neck.”I’m so glad my mom invited you to stay over,” he said.”But why,” I managed to ask.”A few weeks ago I told my mom that I couldn’t stand being a virgin any longer, but I’m scared of being outed by the boys at school. Since she’s known you so long she trusts you.””But I’ve never done this before and I’m not gay.”I could feel his arms resting on my shoulders, and the warmth emanating from his body. We are standing close enough that his thinly clothed Bolu Escort Bayan erection was making light contact with my crotch. I could feel my member begin to swell and unfurl.”Does this mean you don’t want to help me with this,” he asked softly, with imploring eyes.I considered quickly. A sexual encounter with a young smooth male had long been a go-to masturbation fantasy, sure to bring me off delightfully. My reply was to lean in and gently kiss his lips. Braden was eager to escalate but I controlled the kiss, pulling back and leaning in again to keep it gentle, lips and teasing tongue tips. Braden was Escort Bolu a good learner and as we kissed our pelvises closed the gap between us and we frotted our cocks through the thin material. By then we were both rock-hard.When we broke the kiss Braden turned his back to my chest, took hold of my wrists, and guided my hands over his chest and down his stomach. I hesitated when my hands reached the waistband of his shorts but he insisted firmly. Braden let go of my hands and began to caress his own nipples. With my hands inside his shorts I purposefully avoided touching his cock directly, and, instead, my right hand cupped his scrotum and both balls while my left fingers tickled the sensitive skin of the perineum, all while kissing his neck. I knew he wanted me to touch his penis, we were both breathing heavily and my pulse was racing. My cock, still in its pyjamas, was nestled in his firm ass cheeks.
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