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He was the younger brother of one of my best friends - nearly a couple of years younger than me but, at 15, the most good looking boy I had ever come across. The moment I'd first laid eyes on him, I'd been in love and suddenly, I didn't understand anything anymore. Why did I feel this way? Is this normal? Does everyone feel like this? Should I care? Why do I feel as though I should keep this quiet? - My heart pounded whenever we met, I couldn't stop thinking about him, about us, about 'IT' - I'd been fantasising about this now for months.

We'd always seemed to get on well and for some reason. We were part of the same group of friends that hung out together, including his brother. And yet, I'd always felt a special buzz between us whenever we were in each others company. We always seemed to be able to talk easily together and kinda ended up hanging out together. There'd been games and rough and tumble grabs of course. - I'd always tried to get him on his own so we could have fun and fool around without worrying about the other guys. We'd mucked around, talked about sex and things and even talked about how much we'd both wanked and what we did, but nothing had ever really happened between us - until....  now, after school, we were both lying on my bed at home, practically naked, both horny, gazing into each others eyes and at each other bodies and stiffening cocks through our jeans. And I couldn't care, let alone remember, how we got to be like this in the first place.

All I knew was that this was a moment I shouldn't lose, a moment that I had to LIVE!

I gazed back into his face and, taking the back of his head and feeling that fuzzy short neck hair between my fingers, leant towards him. At that moment our lips met - and my world changed - for ever.

I felt the softness of his lips melt into mine as we kissed, for the first time, for real. Our lips parted and our tongues started to explore each others mouths as the rest of the world melted away. It was just the two of us, alone, with no-one to stop what we both ached to do.

I gently pulled away and with another look into the pools of those deep blue eyes, slowly bent my head down and kissed the tip of his cock through his jeans. He moaned softly as, shaking with nervousness and excitement, I began to undo the buttons of his jeans. I slowly pulled them down over his taught, hairy legs and stared at the hard mound of his cock, pushing out of the white of his y-fronts.

Grabbing the top, I pulled them down over his legs revealing a beautiful bush of browny-blond hair with his rock hard cock and balls nestled in the middle. I leant down and with one last realisation that this was happening for real, breathed in his musky smell and gently kissed the tip of his cock. My tongue darted over his swelling head and I started to lick the pre-cum that had dribbled down his head. Then, parting my willing lips, took his cock into my mouth and started to suck gently.

I licked around his cock and let him slide his stiff tool in and out of my mouth. My lips and tongue explored the whole of him and I kissed and licked his slightly hairy balls as I grabbed his cock in my hands and stroked it some more.

Oh my God, what was I doing? Was this right? It felt as though we shouldn't be doing this and yet, it also felt the most natural thing in the world to me. This was everything I had been waiting for - everything I had wanted to experience, to feel.

He laid back and groaned in pleasure as I took the full length of him into my mouth and started to suck him longingly. There was an intensity I had never felt before. We were immediately lost in each other, we were one - his glistening cock sliding in and out of my mouth as I sucked him more and more vigourously.

His back arched up and I grabbed his arse as his cock hit the back of my throat -  we both moaned out loud and, as he let out a cry of joy,  he came and I took his full load in my mouth at the same time as my own cock spurted out a fountain of cum all over his leg and the bed underneath.

As he shot his load, I let it hit my face and my mouth and I licked the top of his cock as his cum just kept on coming.

Later, we lay there for what felt like forever, my arm around his shoulders, fingers gently ruffling his hair, his arm resting on my chest as he occasionally gazed up at me and whispered words I'll remember for the rest of my life. As we lay there, I savoured the taste of him and breathed in his sweet, musky smell. And as the light through the window softened into night, we took each other in our arms, kissed as only two people who have suddenly found something really special do and peacefully, contentedly, fell into a deep, loving sleep.

I was in heaven - I knew now, that this is what I wanted. What I wanted more than anything. What I would want from now on. What was meant to be.
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His short blond hair shone in the rays of sun that streamed through the window. His fringe flopped over his piercing blue eyes as he stared into my face. His muscular, smooth body just a few inches from mine.

As we half lay on the bed, he grabbed his white t-shirt and with one movement, lifted it over his head revealing a chest and stomach that were, to me, the most tantalising thing I could have possibly imagined. Staring at his young, smooth, taught body just took my breath away.

I looked down and saw the outline of his cock stiffening through his jeans - the band of his white y-fronts just appearing over the top and a small tuft of hair sitting invitingly on the line of his stomach, pointing the way down to the heaven that was waiting beneath. I reached down and placed my hand over his crotch, feeling the mound of what was, by now, a rock hard cock. I began to slowly stroke it. He closed his eyes and moaned slightly. God he was beautiful - I couldn't believe I had his cock in my hand at last.