I run a hand through his hair, I try to guide him onto my cock but he'll have none of that. He grips my cock in one hand as he licks from my balls to ...he head of my swollen cock. I groan in ecstasy, I am putty in his hands. He repeats the manoeuvre over and over. I writhe on the bed.Finally he takes me into his mouth. I feel his lips around me, warm and wet against the throbbing, burning hot flesh of my sex. I feel absolute pleasure as he takes more and more of me into his mouth. I look into. Well, it was a summer hot day when I came back from my college early, as there was a strike. The front door was opened and I went to my room, changed myself in loose t-shirt and shorts. I never wear bra in the house if I wear t-shirt. I felt to smoke and found that I did not have any cigarette. So I went to mom’s room to check if she had any. Her room was opened and I could listen some conversations. I was surprised who it could be. I went to room and stunned with the scene inside the room. Oh!. I could feel myself wanting to cum too soon so I slowed it down. The guy was getting hotter and hornier and asked if he could feel my cock. I wasn't hard to convince. He reached over and took my pulsing hard on in his hand. I nearly exploded but held back while he pumped me with his left hand ad whacked himself with his right. I told him to stop for fear of splashing and reached out and took his hard pumping cock in my hand. What a feeling. Hard meat throbbing in my hand. I wanked him and he. I used the damned thing so much I thought I would never be able to cum any other way! And oh did I cum, in large amounts.As with any new and exciting activity, I wanted more so, I began to rummage my dads dresser drawers. I found his stash, a playboy with the most beautiful models all naked except garters, stockings and other lacy skimpy lingerie. My little mind could hardly get enough. I was quickly becoming addicted to masturbation and porn. But I still wanted more soooo...I started.