My First Time (Spacing Corrected) - Sex Stories

My First Time (Spacing Corrected)

... a child, and where he hid. One of the places I enjoyed was the huge barn and the hayloft. Dean showed me where he built caves and rooms in the bales of straw. We spent some time cuddling and kissing in one of the rooms he built to show me where he played as a child. All too soon, it was the night before I was to leave. His parents went to bed early, probably to let us have the living room alone on my last night. We were sitting on the divan, and of course we began kissing and cuddling. Before long, we were lying side by side, stretched out together. We were locked in a passionate embrace, pressing together as if we were trying to exclude our clothes from inhibiting the feeling of our bodies together. Dean said something about how nice it would be when we could love each other all the way, and how much he was looking forward to being able to sleep with me. I sighed, telling him how much I was looking forward to the same thing. We started talking about what it would be like, when Dean surprised me by asking if I would like to feel him. I agreed and seconds later, I heard the snap of his jeans pop open, and the zipper slide down. He took my hand and guided it beneath his shorts. I had never seen an adult penis, certainly not an erect one, so had no idea what to expect. The first sensation was feeling the tip. What a puzzle, at first it was silky smooth and soft, but immediately below the surface it felt like a rock. I felt the tip, touching the ridge just below the cone shaped ...

... tip, then down to the loose skin on the main shaft. I was astounded at how big it felt. I wasn't able to close my hand around its circumference! I continued feeling down the length of the thing, amazed at how long it was. Dean shifted his hips slightly providing me a little more room for my hand in its downward exploration trip. I felt his pubic hair, then the place where the monster joined his body. Dean took my hand, guiding it further down to where the soft silky sac holding his balls was located. He told me to be very careful because his balls were quite tender. I had known that from having seen boys get hit on the playground at school so tried to be especially careful. It was obvious that he enjoyed the feeling of my hand a great deal. I was aware that his breathing was becoming rapid, and his body was about as rigid as his thing. After feeling his most intimate parts for several minutes, I sensed that I probably better stop, or there would be no stopping. Dean asked if I would like to see it, but I said I didn't want too just now. He zipped and buckled up, then kissed me gently telling me how much he loved me and was going to miss me. Dean had let me touch him, so I decided it was only fair to offer to reciprocate. I was keenly aware of how much he wanted to feel my breasts, and after all, his parents were in the bedroom just a few feet away, so I was sure things couldn't get too far out of hand. I asked if he would like to feel my breast. His response was predictably ...