Desire - Sex Stories

Desire

... could only feel her mouth around my willie! There was also a booklet. I glanced through it, and knew I needed time to absorb what I was reading. What a dilemma. If I put the book back, the drawer would be locked next time. If I took the book, dad was bound to notice it missing. But I just HAD to satisfy my curiosity! Well. Who knew. I had been reading and re-reading the booklet I found. At first it was confusing, but the more I read, the more excited I got. It was all about guys doing things with each other, which I thought they only did with women. They also tied each other up and whipped each other, but that didn't interest me. I tried to avoid getting a hiding from dad. They put their dicks in each other's bum-holes - which explained the time mom's dildo smelled and tasted differently. And they spent a lot of time sucking each other's dicks. I wondered if that's what my parent's slobbery friend was after *shudder*. I was really turned on by descriptions of drinking each other's sperm. I wondered what that would be like. Wow - mom could suck my willie, while I was sucking dad's. Wouldn't that be AWESOME! I just had to know, what it tastes like.......... So started trying to suck my own dick. It was very frustrating. My tongue couldn't quite reach. Once, I managed to just touch it, with the tip of my tongue, and it was like getting electrocuted - only nice. But I nearly broke my back doing it, and stopped trying. I continued experimenting with drinking own cum though. I ...

... was missing out on so much. Mom's pussy-juices. Dad's cum. Mom's pee. Maybe dad's pee too? Some days I was so frustrated, I could have cried.......... Uncle Pete came to stay for a week in the spare room upstairs. He drank a lot. One morning, he didn't come down for breakfast. Eventually, mom sent me upstairs to fetch him. I knocked on the door a couple of times, but he didn't answer. So I just went in. Uncle Pete was lying sprawled out on the bed, snoring heavily. He was only wearing y-fronts, and his dick was hanging out. Instead of waking him, I just stood there and stared. It was a biggish one. Not as big as some of the ones, I had seen in pictures, but way bigger than mine. It had a huge, purple head and was moving slightly with Pete's heavy breathing. I tip-toed as close as I dared, so I could get a better look. I studied the smooth swollen head, and the veins along the thick shaft. Pete was still snoring heavily, and I wondered if he would wake up should I run my fingertips along his shaft. I bent closer and saw a drop of liquid at the tip of his penis. I knew, how sweet my pre-cum tasted and couldn't help myself. I stuck out my tongue, towards his penis-head.......... I still wonder what would have happened, if mom hadn't called out from the bottom of the stairs. Uncle Pete started stirring, and I bolted for the door - stuttering something about breakfast. *sigh* I was 14, when I finally found my parent's new hiding-place. I found the vibrator again. No photos, and no ...