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boys’ first times 2 – (out of) teen sex partyRyan knew Owen was gay long time before Julia’s exclusive party. Did he, himself, knew he was attracted to boys prior to making out with Owen in fuzzy light and weed smoke?It started only as silly spin the bottle they arranged mostly for a cheap thrill. But once the luck made them a pair, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Owen was a petite redhead, always well-dressed, a little too serious for his age, liked by almost everyone that knew him. And Ryan… well, he was just some average dude. Likeable and funny for sure, but he knew he was missing something. Something that would make him more than a background for all his more popular friends. And there he was, shirtless, making out with the cool k** while everyone was watching.Time slowed down when their lips met. The world didn’t exist anymore when Owen’s hands started to wander across his chest. Ryan broke their kiss when he felt he was getting a little to hot. Owen smiled at him with forgiving eyes and offered they go downstairs and get a drink. Ryan was more than eager for that. He felt like he needed a drink more than anything at that moment. When they went down to the parlor, however, and Owen disappeared in the kitchen, Ryan stormed outside to get some fresh air. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm his nerves and galloping thoughts. Ryan felt more than tipsy, but not drunk enough yet. He looked around. There wasn’t many of his peers left hanging around, but those who stayed were getting freaky in the pool, or at least istanbul escort it looked like so from the distance. Two questions were racing his mind: “do I want to go further?” and “does Owen want it?”.Owen found Ryan eventually, standing hopeless and shirtless in chill evening air. Owen asked if he was planning on joining the pool, to which Ryan shook his head earnestly and drank the drink he was offered immediately. Of course he wanted to go further with this alarmingly sweet boy. He just didn’t want to leave an impression that it was just a random, desperate hookup that drunk teenagers have to forget. He didn’t want Owen to forget any of that. He wanted that night to last and to happen again, as soon as possible. But how the hell he was to broadcast that to Owen? He would just slowly burn inside if he tried, and he knew it.It was relieving and nerve-wracking when Owen pulled him into a slow dance once they went back inside. It was a very slow and carefull dance – by the silent agreement between attendants, the dancefloor was not somewhere anyone would fuck, so an attempted foreplay would be in poor taste as well. Nevertheless, Ryan leant down to secretly kiss Owen’s ear and neck. The boy smelled amazing. “I want more”, run through Ryan’s head on repeat, “I want more!”. Owen’s body responded to this caress promptly, as he felt a wave of heat hitting his face and blood running down to his groin. “I like you a lot, Ryan…” he mumbled sweetly, breathing hot air avcılar escort into his companion’s ear and Ryan’s heart skipped a bit. He felt so lucky and this luck excited him beyond his expectations. He nimbled on Owen’s neck, captivated by his shaky breath. “I- want more…” he admitted quietly. “Do you want to leave this party?” Ryan asked with newfound mischief in his tone. Owen smiled at him birghtly, “yeah but… where do we go?”. “I don’t care”, Ryan replied and kissed him before grabbing Owen’s hand and dragging him outside.They didn’t let go of eachother, strolling a narrow, suburbian path further into undeveloped area. When they found nearby bushes and some trees they took detour immediately, the darkness obscuring them and what they were about to do. The only thing Ryan regretted was with no light he gets to see nearly nothing of his newfound lover, his cute face and lean body. Owen was glad that this airhead forgot to take his shirt back from the party villa. Once they found a tree to lean on and to hide them, the boys got right back into action. Before they knew it, they hands wandered down and the boys were rubbing at each other’s dicks through clothes, impatiently, wanting to drawn reaction from one another that would guide them forward.“Have you done anything like this before?”, Ryan panted. “…You mean, with a boy?” Owen asked. “Yeah, but… no, with anyone”. “No…” Owen admitted quietly, with a shy smile. To Ryan it felt more reassuring than anything. “Me neither”, he stated and went şirinevler escort straight for a deep, clumsy kiss, while grooping the other boy’s ass and pressing his loins against him. Owen moaned quietly at the first dick-on-dick contact. Ryan could feel through his shorts and Owen’s trousers that they were both hard as hell. Ryan had no idea if he wanted to grind on Owen endlessly, masturbate each other, suck him or get sucked. He wanted everything at once, so what he surely could decide upon was just unbuttoning the other’s jeans and yanking them down to his knees, his underwear following. Owen followed in his steps and with trembling, cold hands he touched Ryan’s cock. Ryan gasped and gripped tight on Owen’s dick, pushing him against the tree, sloppily kissing his neck, tugging his t-shirt up and behind his head. Owen was overwhelmed with all the attention he received, moaning quietly into Ryan’s shoulder when he held him close and grinded their hips together. “It feels so good I’m going to cum Owen” Ryan said in one breath. All Owen was able to answer was “uh-huh”. They jacked each other frantically; Ryan shoot first, high up Owen stomach, grunting all too loud. Owen helped himself with his own palm, exclaimed just as loudly and found himself dripping cum down onto the ground. Ryan wanted to move away, but Owen grabbed his neck absently, forcing their foreheads to touch. They panted together for a while, with no oder sound around. “I really like you a lot, you crazy fool”, Owen laughed and Ryan laughed too. “It was good”, he nodded to himself, “it was really fucking good”. “Do you… want to fuck, maybe?” Owen mustered courage to ask. “Now?!”, Ryan yelled and Owen silenced him by putting his hand over the other’s mouth. “Not now, you fool!”, he laughed, “some time when we meet again”. “Yeah…”, Ryan uttered, “lets meet again. Sometime.”
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