A Need to be with John Again

Summer vacation was slowly slipping away now, and at first, I did stay from the game room, continuing to have conflicting thoughts about what had happened. Eventually though, I found myself wanting to hang out up there again, and when I was up there, I tried to stay away from John, but felt, "He must be looking for an opening," wanting to talk, hoping to convince me to have sex again.

Eventually, I noticed that John was taking other boys out for what I suspected was lunch or breakfast, obviously trying to convince them to go to his apartment to have sex. I tried to ignore it, but in a weird way, I was becoming a little jealous, wanting the attention too, even though I knew what was going to ultimately happen when and if, he got me to go to his apartment.

John and I already had a connection, being we had done it before, and because I knew where he lived, and being it was close to my house, it was easy to go see him, which is the reason why he moved closer in the first place. Eventually, the need to be with him again was overpowering, especially knowing he was looking to move on with other young boys, and not wanting to lose the chance, I approached him one day.

We had continued to be very friendly, and even though he felt that I had decided to not to have sex with him again, I think it surprised him when I happened to go up to him one day and excitedly say,"Hi!"

He was cordial and after cautiously replying, "Hi" too, he asked, "How's it going?"

At first, I don't think he realized what I was wanting, but when I told him, "Everything was good," there was a pause, but then John, sensing I just might want to talk, he asked, "Do you wanta go get something to eat?"

It was what I needed, but not wanting to appear too eager, I simply smile and said, "Sure!"

John smile too, and after telling me to wait a minute, he went over to one of the game room attendants to explain he was leaving. Turning and heading back to where I was standing, I could see he was smiling excitedly.

We quickly left, and in the car, we didn't say anything for a minute or two, but I could see him continuing to glance over at me. I'm sure he knew I was nervous, because he turned, and trying to get up talking said, "It's really nice to see you again."

I know it was just a way to stimulate a conversation and when I told him, "It's nice to see you too," he reached his hand across, touching my thigh.

It made me look down and then as our eyes met, he smiled and said, "You should come over sometime."

Seeing me nodding in agreement and that I was smiling, he looked twice, surprised a little. It made him smile too, and then as we pulled into the restaurant parking and we went inside, we ended up sitting in a familiar booth. I was nervous to be with him and after ordering something to eat, John boldly said, "I think about you a lot."

I'm sure he was curious why I suddenly wanted to be with him again, and seeing me nervously smile, not saying anything, he needed to find out if I might be thinking about having sex with him. Yea, I had been thinking about having sex with him to the point where I was using a makeshift toy in my ass, wanting to feel it again.

I could see he was searching for what to say, wondering if he could persuade me to go with him again, which made me smile, but right now, it wouldn't take much. I had already decided I wanted to be with him again, and all I needed was for him to suggest it, and basically he did by telling me, "You should come over."

Again, we only made small talk and after we finished eating, there was an awkward pause. John eventually suggested we should go, and in the car, he again asked, "Would you like to come by my place sometime?"

"Of course," I had thought about it, but reluctant to commit, I didn't answer him right away.

However, John impatiently suggested, "Come on, it'll be nice to have you visit again," and then continued by telling me, "Don't worry, I won't try anything."

I don't think he actually realized I was wanting to have sex with him again, however when I turned to look at him I simply said, "Okay."

Hearing that I'd like to come over, I think aroused him a little and not wanting to appear over anxious, he paused and then asked, "Do you wanta go over there now?"

I was hesitant, I knew what he wanted, I wanted it too, and after a few second he again said, "Come on, it's okay."

Smiling, I wholeheartedly said, "Okay," which made him cautiously asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yea, of course I was sure," I thought, but not wanting to appear overly anxious too, I again simply said, "Yea."

It again made him smile and as we headed toward his apartment, we didn't say anything but then he again said, "I'm really glad you wanta come over."

He was still wanting to see if he had a chance to get me in bed again, and when he subtly reached over and put his hand on my leg, I instinctively looked down at his hand. I could see John repeatedly glancing over, and it only took me a minute, but, I eventually put my hand on his.

I really wanted him to know that I wanted to be with him, and it did make him look over at my hand on his, and sensing him smiling, I nervously didn't look up. John then gave my thigh a little squeeze, obviously signaling he knew why I was willing to go with him, but then suddenly, he took his hand off my thigh.

My hand had slid off too, and as I rested on the seat, I worried, but then he confidently looked over and said, "Okay, we'll be there soon."

It made me again smile shyly, and it really didn't take long before we were pulling into his apartment complex, and as he quickly parked out front of his building, and we got out, John said, "Here we are."

Hurrying us inside, I was super nervous and when he put his hand on my back, guiding me to go in, he quickly closed the door behind us. Looking at me, he smiled and said, "Let's go over there," motioning toward the living room.

I think he was a little nervous now too, obviously wanting it to go well, I know I did, and as we sat down, John again said, "It's really nice to be with you again."

Moving closer, taking the lead, he again put his hand on my leg. Looking at each other for a moment, he asked, "Can I get you anything?"

Looking up at him, I simply said, "No," and after a few seconds, John again said, "Well, I'm glad you wanted to come over."

Not knowing what to say, I simply sat there and when he scooted closer, putting his hand on my thigh, I looked over at him. He was smiling and looking at each other he asked, "What do you want to do?"

I was confused, I thought he knew, but now I wasn't sure, however when he said, "I've thought about being with you," I was relieved he had got the message.

Knowing what I was about to agree to, made me nervous, and looking over at him, I politely smiled and before I could say anything he leaned toward me and said, "Close your eyes."

I was hesitant, but seeing that he meant it, I nervously closed them, and when I felt him lean toward me even more, I instinctively open my eyes. I was nervous what he was going to do, figuring he was going to kiss me. However, John leaned away slightly, and as we looked at each other he said, "Don't worry."

Nervously, I looked down, I didn't want to consider what he wanted to do, however when he lifted my chin and we looked at each other, he again told me, "Close your eyes."

Continuing to smile shyly, I nervously said, "I'm scared."

It made him smile too and then say, "Now, you're going to make me nervous too."

He had turned to face me and putting both hands on my thighs, he leaned toward me and again whispered, "Close 'em."

Cautiously, I closed them and when he leaned on my thighs, and I felt his lips pressing against mine, I winced, closing my eyes even tighter. It was only for a second or two, and when our lips parted, and I opened my eyes, he was smiling as we looked at each other.

Seeing I was nervous, John said, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Immediately I again told him I was nervous, which made him smile, and after a few seconds he said, "Don't worry."

He was still leaning toward me and seeing me continuing to smile, he again told me to close my eyes, giving my thighs a gently squeeze.

Nervously, closing them, I felt him lips touching mine, as he kissed me again. I really felt it wasn't right to be kissing a guy, never thinking I would. However, as he continued to kiss me a couple more times, it felt like he was opening his mouth, and trying to push his tongue into mine.

Immediately, it made me open my eyes, and pull away, scared. Looking at him, I'm sure he knew it was making me nervous and then after a pause he said, "You're a good kisser."

I think he was merely trying to make light of it, trying put my mind at ease, trying to tell me it was okay.

Instinctively, I nervously looked down, and without looking at me, he casually reached over, to feel on my chest. I didn't think anything of it, until he slid his hand down to my crotch. Embarrassingly, I was hard,and when he felt it, he again leaned in, trying to give me a kiss.

I was still scared to kiss him, however as he again told me, "Close your eyes," I smiled and closing them, our lips again met.

I kept my eyes shut tight, and as he excitedly groped on my crotch, he again opened his mouth, pushing his tongue into mine. He eventually told me, "Open your mouth," and as I did, letting his tongue in, he turned his head slightly, pushing his tongue further into my mouth.

After a minute or so, our lips eventually parted, and as we looked at each other, John smiled and pulling me close he passionately said, "That was really nice."

Smiling too, I didn't say anything, but feeling myself blush, I looked down at his hand on my crotch. John had scooted away a little, and moving his hand to my thigh, John suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to my bedroom."

Looking at him nervously, not saying anything, he said, "Come on," gesturing for me to stand.

Eventually, we both stood, and as I looked around, he again put his hand on my back, guiding me toward a short hallway at the back of his apartment.

His bedroom was dark and as we went through the door, I became so nervous, and as he continued to guide me into his bedroom, I immediately, noticed a tube of KY conveniently laying on the night stand.

Briefly glancing back as John continued to move us closer to the bed, he suddenly stopped, and then turning me, we looked at each other, and smiling he again said, "Close your eyes."

Smiling nervously, I again closed them, and when he kissed me, immediately pushing his tongue in my mouth, I again winced. It still felt it wasn't right to be kissed another guy but feeling a need to reciprocate, I gingerly putting my tongue in his mouth too.

It seemed to elevate the experience for both of us, especially with him feeling on my crotch, and being it was open mouth, letting our tongues touch. I tried to prepare myself, and continued to think, "I wanted this," as we kissed.

John then took my hand, and as he moved it to feel on his crotch, I pulled away, and opening my eyes, I looked down. He was smiling but then seeing I was looking down, he immediately tried to undid my pants.

Smiling to myself as he got them undone, letting them fall to the floor, he quickly moved to feel on my crotch with both hands. As we stood there, looking at each other, John eagerly reached down the front of my boxers.

Feeling my cock and how hard I was, seemed to excite him, and when he eventually pulled down my boxers, and my cock flopped out, he immediately went down to his knee.

Looking up at me, smiling as he felt on it he said, "I've missed this."

Holding it out, he immediately took it in his mouth and as I looked down, I could see his eyes where closed. Watching him sucking my dick and feeling him fondling my balls, I ended up looking toward the ceiling, with my eyes closed too.

I tried to relish the moment, and thinking about when he sucked me the first time, I wanted to cum. It really felt good and after he pulled my underwear down the rest of the way, he had me step out of them. Continuing to feel on my hard cock, he stood up, and looking at each other he asked, "How was that?"

It made me smile shyly, and when I nodded and told him, "It felt good," he smiled and casually wiping his mouth, he again kissed me.

John immediately took off my shirt and after slipping it over my head, and tossing it aside, he took off his shirt too. Looking at each other, he took my hand, and as he placed it on his crotch, I couldn't help but looked down.

I could feel he was hard and as he had me rub his cock though his pants he ask, "What do you think?"

I didn't know what to think, but he felt big, and as we looked at each other, he undid his pants, casually inching them down, making sure he grabbed his underwear too.

Desperately wanting to see his cock, being I had never seen it, I continued to look down, and then as he stood up, I saw it.

"Oh my god," I thought, "he's big."

Embarrassingly, I looked up. His dick really looked to be so big, definitely much bigger than mine, and being I was curious, I simply smiled at him. I wanted to look back down again, and when he took it in his hand, I did just that.

He was circumcised, but I couldn't get over how thick it looked, and as he pulled and rubbed it, it seemed to be kind of long too. Continuing to look at it, I thought, "Maybe it's because he was much older, or maybe it's his dark skin and tangled dark pubic hair that made him look so much bigger," in either way, I couldn't help but smile timidly.

Instinctively, I looked up, not wanting to appear to be staring, and when I saw him smiling, seeing I was watching, I smiled too. He continued to rub and pull it, and then as he let it go and he took my hand, I looked down to see what he was doing.

John then put my hand on his cock, and having me wrap my fingers around it, I felt just how big he really was. Nervously, I looked up, never having touched another guy's cock before, and yea it was weird to think about, but when had made me rub it up and down, I anxiously looked down.

I remember his dark skin and his tangled pubic hair that reached up his stomach, and as he continued to have me rub his cock, it really felt thick and veiny, especially as his cock grew harder.

Again, I looked up at him, because it was starting to turn me on, and the thought of feeling him in me again, made me shyly look away. John was smiling and again asked, "What do you think?"

Nervously, I looked down at it and smiling I shyly blurting out, "You're big," and again looked up at him.

John nodded, and then after giving me a simple little kiss, he subtly turned me to face the bed. It made me glance back at him, wondering what he was going to do, and when he pushed me forward, until I was leaning over the end of the bed, I rested on my forearms.

He now leaned up further, and when I felt his hard cock pressing against me, I smiled in anticipation. However, he was merely grabbing a handful of the covers, and as I watched, he simply pulled them down.

Leaning back up, he pulled them down a little more and as he he let them go, he put his hands on my back. He eventually started feeling on my back, which made me smile and when he again pressed his hard cock against my ass, and his hands eventually made their way down, feeling on my ass, I became anxious.

John seemed anxious too, and when he spread my ass cheeks, and then leaned away, wanting to see my butthole, he boldly remarked, "Mmmmmm, I want to be in you."

Smiling, I told myself, "I wanted that too," but not wanting to appear too willing, I didn't say anything.

He again spread my ass cheeks and then leaning against me, pushing his hard cock into my crack, grinding it up and down, he excitedly said, "Why don't you get on the bed."

Looking back briefly, I smiled and then as I climbed up on the bed, John got on too. I wanted to feel him in me, I had been thinking about it, and as he spread my legs, again pressed his cock against my crack, I pushed back too, letting him know I was ready.

I knew it was going to hurt, but I wanted to feel it again, and after a few seconds, John leaned back, telling me, "Move up."

Smiling to myself, as he moved between my legs, he reached over me, and grabbing a pillow, he again made sure to press his cock against my ass.

Placing the pillow in front of me like before, he leaned back again, and when I put my head down on it, I excitedly wrapped my hands under, grabbing it and turning my head to the side.

Again, I knew I was in a compromising position with my ass in the air and my ass cheeks spread slightly, but I didn't care. Feeling on my ass, John now asked, "Are you comfortable?"

Simply nodding, I replied, "I'm okay."

Hearing this, John reached under me, and as he briefly fondling my cock, I thought, "Oh Yea."

I was hard, and I did like him feeling on my cock, but after a minute or so, he leaned to the side, grabbing the tube of lube off the nightstand. Sitting back up, he immediately flipped it open and hearing him squeeze a good amount out onto his hand, I tried to glance back, wanting to watch. He seemed to be slathering some on his cock, I turned back, waiting.

John then shift a little, getting more comfortable and when he tossed to tube of KY on the bed, it made me look over. Immediately though, John spread my one ass cheek, and when he touched my butthole, I tensed up, as he dabbed and smeared some on it.

Wiggling a little, it made me anxious to have him pushing into me again, and when he started to finger my ass, I tried to relax. "Mmmm," it did feel good having his finger in me, which made me instinctively leaned up and looked back.

Looking at me, he stopped, and then gently rubbing my ass he said, "Just relax."

I knew it was still going to hurt, but, "I was ready," or at least I thought I was and then after taking a deep breath, I again put my head down.

John briefly pushed his finger in me again, and then moving closer, he spread my legs a little more. I knew what was coming next, and as he now gently started wiping the head of his cock into my crack, I smiled in anticipation.

Again, spreading my ass with his free hand, he immediately pressed the head of his cock against my hole, and then leaning forward, continuing to tease my tight little hole, he seductively whispered, "I wanta be in you."

I wanted to feel him in me too, and feeling my my butthole quiver a little, I pulled the pillow closer, trying to get comfortable. John eventually leaned away, and again said, "Relax, okay?"

Immediately, I felt the pressure of him pushing into me and when I rock back, trying to help, he remarked, "You're really tight."

It made me smile, but as soon as he pushed into me more, it hurt. I tried to relax, I tried to let his cock into me, but it hurt so bad I couldn't help but reach back, pushing on his thigh.

Trying to pull away, John quickly grabbed my hips, and holding me, making me stop moving, he again told me to relax. The head of his cock felt so big as he pushed it into me, and when he pushed in more, I lifted up.

He had to know it hurt because he seemed to struggle too. Eventually, he stopped and when he pulled out, I smiled and took a deep breath. John again felt on my ass again, and when he said, "Try to relax," I knew he was going to try again.

Taking another deep breath, I put my head down again, and desperately tried to relax.

Feeling him put the head of his cock against my puckered little hole again, I tried to push out as he pushed in. At first it was okay, because he simply pushed in a little and pulled out, trying to go slow. Suddenly though as he pushed in further, it immediately hurt. I tried to accept it but thought, "Oh my god, I can't do it."

Feeling me try to pull away again, he held me, not letting me move. He was in me, but only a little way, and then grabbing my shoulders, he told me, "Relax."