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07/05/2020
In an instant, I began to plan a way to keep him from leaving. One, to make sure he was not going to tell his aunt. Two, and more importantly, I had to keep him there to explore the possibilities. As he tries to clean up at the sink, I gather my senses.
Fifteen. Wow. Any time something is forbidden, we gravitate to it. The fear of someone finding out. The fear of what people will think. Breaking the rules. My fear turned to wonder. I went back to help him.
I helped him take off his t-shirt. It had cum on it. He allowed me to see the inside of his pants. There was some there too. There was some on his stomach too. Whatever reservations I had two seconds before had now changed. Seeing the ejaculate was like seeing blood in the water for me. I went into predatory mode.
I took his shirt and ran water on it to help clean it. While doing this, some got on the backside of my hand. The delicious glaze like substance that I had to have. Without thinking, I was about to lick it off. Daryl was looking at me. I stopped myself. I cracked a wry smile and pretended like that didn't happen. I went into clinical nurse mode.
"Take your pants off. We need to clean them too.,” I insisted.
He obeyed immediately.
“Those too,” as I pointed to his underwear.
He turned around to take them off and handed them to me with his back to me, his face shaken. Eyes dejected. I remember the feeling of being wrapped up in wanting to care for him. And there he was. That raw narrow frame. Completely bare and defenseless.
At the same time, my eyes darted to his firm little white butt cheeks visible with that California tan line and back to his boxer shorts he had just handed me. A drop of some there too. A combination of eroticism and empathy mixed my emotions. Conflicting feelings would plague me going forward. In addition to the power I felt as ‘nurse', I was also feeling maternal. I would never have children. He was like a boy. No. He was a boy. My boy.
I told him to sit down on the bed. He does. His obedience was electrifying me. He was, however, a shadow of himself. Gone was the confident young man. What existed at that moment was a fragile, unsure and vulnerable boy. My heart melted. I wanted to comfort him right then and there. What had I done? I had that one opportunity to rehabilitate his manhood. I must not fail. But my nurse mode was still in effect.
I brought a towel over and got on my knees facing him. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking away still embarrassed. Just sitting there on the side of my bed. I reassured him that his pants and t-shirt were drying so he’d have to wait. I told him that I needed to clean the rest of him in case there was more on his body. I took full advantage of the situation. He reluctantly agreed and still wouldn’t look directly at me. He was covering his lap with the sheets.
I told him that I must inspect. I could understand his hesitance. I remember he still had his socks on. I undressed the last coverings of an incapable child. I reached down and removed them like a candy bar wrapper. As I lifted the sheets, I saw the debilitation. I felt a thrill and sympathy at the same time. There appeared to be some ejaculate on the tip. Something deep in me stirred. It was better if he lied back to not see me inspecting him like this. I told him to lie back. He did.
My eyes were fixated. I was in all my glory. I wanted nothing more than to own this penis. Everything about it. He may have been ashamed of its flaccid status but I was not. I was so interested in it. It was sorrow incarnate. The retracted folds of its skin and protective position. His penis was a manifestation of his mood at that moment. I moved in to clean around it with the towel.
“I’m going to clean it now, okay Daryl?,” I said.
Silence.
“Daryl?,” I insisted.
“Okay,” he replied sheepishly.
Everything about it was a joy to me. I smelled the tiny bit of musk and sweat in the folds of his skin. I dabbed it with towel gently. I moved in closer. I was up close with the wonder. It was soft, tender. I discarded the towel. It was vulnerable. I took it in my hands. The tiny bit of cum was still on the head. I was famished! I slowly moved in to devour it.
I informed Daryl that I was going to clean it now. He didn’t know that I would be doing this with my mouth. He didn’t reply. That was consent enough for me. I took the soft flesh into my mouth. The taste of his cum is what I wanted, right from when he almost caught me trying to lick it off at the kitchen sink. The tip of its head at the precipice of my lips, I gently inhaled its supple nature in my mouth with the dry cum absorbed instantly.
It wasn’t enough. There was nothing left. I rinsed it out of his shirt and pants. Where was more? The sensation of his soft penis in my mouth was like heaven. I began to lick and suck and fondle all of this penis. The nurse had left. I was losing myself in this. I was breathing heavier. I was lifting it to expose his scrotum. Tiny testicles. Very little hair. I take the testicles in my mouth. Mmmmm.
I had his entire penis and balls in my mouth. Daryl no longer seemed incapacitated. I felt a movement in my mouth. I could feel his testicles rotate. Were they generating more semen? This excited me more. The soft flesh ever so slightly began to rise in my mouth. Daryl had an ejaculation moments ago. Surely, he could not be beginning to get hard again. But he was.
Slowly. I had to pull my mouth out a bit as his penis begins to enlarge. Like a flower at dawn rising right before my eyes. Daryl was giving in. He had surrendered to me. His hands went to my head. He just left them there. Inert. I took the testicles back in my mouth hungrily. This caused Daryl to grab my hair sharply.
“Ouch. Whoa. Wait!,” he cried out.
I took my hands and sank my nails into his thighs. I was in control here. He loosened my hair, which was getting in my way from time to time as I worked. I licked and sucked gently his balls. I was getting carried away and I hurt him. I only wanted to pleasure Daryl. No pain. No fear. I know what that is like.
His penis was fully erect. It was almost like a standard picture book example of a glorious penis. Six inches? Yes, probably. It didn’t matter. It was not bent and it was circumcised. No hairy, misshapen, uncircumcised monstrosity as I was use to. I was feasting on it now. Daryl had begun slowly thrusting his hips while I took him in my mouth. He was pumping his rock hard penis in my mouth. I was loving this. The touch, the feel, the smell, the taste. I wanted more.
I sensed his penis fattening my mouth. He was going to cum. I so wanted this. His hands were caressing my head and hair. It was timid, not forceful. No powerful grip to keep me from moving. No. Only loving. I was not use to this. This was becoming emotional now, not just erotic. This sweet boy. Sweet penis through the salty taste. I wanted him. All of him.
I placed my hands to his on my head. He took them in his. Our fingers were interlaced. His hands sweating with mine. Our sweat mixing. I sucked and sucked. I had to pull back. It did not fit in my mouth. But all I wanted was to hold the mushroom tip of the head inside my sucking lips.
Daryl’s grip was increasing. His penis was too. I was racked with eagerness and anticipation to take it in my mouth. And it was pulsating. I gripped it tighter. At the base. My palms were sweaty. His member was too. My grip went to the shaft. I was stroking it. I knew exactly where and how much pressure to apply in my strokes. Keep the head inside my mouth. Rub the most sensitive area. The base. The shaft. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was no inexperienced teenage girl.
Daryl was moaning. His hips were arching upward. I followed every movement with my head. Could not let it slip from my lips. The pulsing cock was throbbing now. Like lightning before thunder. And the thunder came. Thundering my mouth with his juice squirting out and into me. Pulse and a shot. Pulse and a shot. Throbbing, convulsing. I felt the texture of the veins in his penis. The warm splash impacted the inside of my mouth. Squirting an elixir that was intoxicating. The sticky fluid splashed and swirled in my mouth.
I needed to taste it from my tongue, to the walls of my mouth, from the hard palate to the soft. Like a wine taster not wanting to miss a single element and the satisfying gulp as I swallowed it down. My mind was on fire. Daryl was in me. Deep in me. His semen deep within my body. Consumed. He had fed me the starving woman. He had taken something from deep inside of his body and placed it deep inside of mine. I was joy.
Daryl is spent. His breathing was slowing. I still had his penis in my mouth. I didn’t want the sensation to end. I released Daryls hands. I put my hands on his thighs. They were full of sweat. I was full of sweat. The fan from behind the couch bed a welcome respite as I continued with the flesh in my mouth. The softening. It was receding. Such a pleasant feeling. I was still trying to suck every last drop of semen from Daryl’s penis. There was none left and still my mouth begged for more. My soul craved it. Daryl could not handle it anymore. He attempted to extract himself. I wouldn’t let him. He was squirming to be let go.
He had not seen my body yet. I had avoided tit successfully thus far. Satisfying him quickly had distracted his attention. Not only did I want to keep him in my mouth forever, I was delaying his seeing me fully. He really wanted to end the action. I finally relented. I was wet down there. I probably had the scent. Did he smell it? Will he reject it now that he has been satisfied?
“That’s what I want to be for you.” I tell Daryl.
“Huh?,” as he lifts his face to see me.
“I said, that’s what I want to be for you.”
“Okay. I’m sorry. What?,” says Daryl.
I told him that I wanted to be his vessel. This was too sophisticated for him to comprehend. With my head like a puppy dog on the edge of the bed facing him, I told him how I wanted to be his first everything. His manhood still recovering, he looked puzzled. I told him that I knew that he may still be a virgin. He tried to laugh it off. He said he’d been with girls before. I asked what exactly had he done with them. He coyly described having kissed girls and put his hand down their pants or up their skirts to feel it. I know that this is all he has done. He was a virgin. He didn’t have to say it. I wouldn’t ask more.
My mind had done a 180 degree flip in the span of less than half an hour. If Daryl could have two erections and two ejaculations in so short of a time, I began to ponder how much time did I have left with him. He had to return to his aunt’s. I truly wanted that to be his first everything in his virginity and I told him that in so many words. His first from a hand. My hand. His first oral encounter. I had to be the first in everything now. I told him that I wanted it to be special. So special. For both of us. I wanted to be his lover, his teacher, and yes a bit of his mother.
That sweet boy. All for myself. I know it sounds crazy but that’s what I felt. I told him that from now on, every time he got hard, it would last a little longer. From his premature one to the second one convinced him of that. It did last longer before ending in my mouth. Maybe five minutes? Surely, the next would be longer lasting. If he decided to stay, of course.
Fifteen. Wow. Any time something is forbidden, we gravitate to it. The fear of someone finding out. The fear of what people will think. Breaking the rules. My fear turned to wonder. I went back to help him.
I helped him take off his t-shirt. It had cum on it. He allowed me to see the inside of his pants. There was some there too. There was some on his stomach too. Whatever reservations I had two seconds before had now changed. Seeing the ejaculate was like seeing blood in the water for me. I went into predatory mode.
I took his shirt and ran water on it to help clean it. While doing this, some got on the backside of my hand. The delicious glaze like substance that I had to have. Without thinking, I was about to lick it off. Daryl was looking at me. I stopped myself. I cracked a wry smile and pretended like that didn't happen. I went into clinical nurse mode.
"Take your pants off. We need to clean them too.,” I insisted.
He obeyed immediately.
“Those too,” as I pointed to his underwear.
He turned around to take them off and handed them to me with his back to me, his face shaken. Eyes dejected. I remember the feeling of being wrapped up in wanting to care for him. And there he was. That raw narrow frame. Completely bare and defenseless.
At the same time, my eyes darted to his firm little white butt cheeks visible with that California tan line and back to his boxer shorts he had just handed me. A drop of some there too. A combination of eroticism and empathy mixed my emotions. Conflicting feelings would plague me going forward. In addition to the power I felt as ‘nurse', I was also feeling maternal. I would never have children. He was like a boy. No. He was a boy. My boy.
I told him to sit down on the bed. He does. His obedience was electrifying me. He was, however, a shadow of himself. Gone was the confident young man. What existed at that moment was a fragile, unsure and vulnerable boy. My heart melted. I wanted to comfort him right then and there. What had I done? I had that one opportunity to rehabilitate his manhood. I must not fail. But my nurse mode was still in effect.
I brought a towel over and got on my knees facing him. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking away still embarrassed. Just sitting there on the side of my bed. I reassured him that his pants and t-shirt were drying so he’d have to wait. I told him that I needed to clean the rest of him in case there was more on his body. I took full advantage of the situation. He reluctantly agreed and still wouldn’t look directly at me. He was covering his lap with the sheets.
I told him that I must inspect. I could understand his hesitance. I remember he still had his socks on. I undressed the last coverings of an incapable child. I reached down and removed them like a candy bar wrapper. As I lifted the sheets, I saw the debilitation. I felt a thrill and sympathy at the same time. There appeared to be some ejaculate on the tip. Something deep in me stirred. It was better if he lied back to not see me inspecting him like this. I told him to lie back. He did.
My eyes were fixated. I was in all my glory. I wanted nothing more than to own this penis. Everything about it. He may have been ashamed of its flaccid status but I was not. I was so interested in it. It was sorrow incarnate. The retracted folds of its skin and protective position. His penis was a manifestation of his mood at that moment. I moved in to clean around it with the towel.
“I’m going to clean it now, okay Daryl?,” I said.
Silence.
“Daryl?,” I insisted.
“Okay,” he replied sheepishly.
Everything about it was a joy to me. I smelled the tiny bit of musk and sweat in the folds of his skin. I dabbed it with towel gently. I moved in closer. I was up close with the wonder. It was soft, tender. I discarded the towel. It was vulnerable. I took it in my hands. The tiny bit of cum was still on the head. I was famished! I slowly moved in to devour it.
I informed Daryl that I was going to clean it now. He didn’t know that I would be doing this with my mouth. He didn’t reply. That was consent enough for me. I took the soft flesh into my mouth. The taste of his cum is what I wanted, right from when he almost caught me trying to lick it off at the kitchen sink. The tip of its head at the precipice of my lips, I gently inhaled its supple nature in my mouth with the dry cum absorbed instantly.
It wasn’t enough. There was nothing left. I rinsed it out of his shirt and pants. Where was more? The sensation of his soft penis in my mouth was like heaven. I began to lick and suck and fondle all of this penis. The nurse had left. I was losing myself in this. I was breathing heavier. I was lifting it to expose his scrotum. Tiny testicles. Very little hair. I take the testicles in my mouth. Mmmmm.
I had his entire penis and balls in my mouth. Daryl no longer seemed incapacitated. I felt a movement in my mouth. I could feel his testicles rotate. Were they generating more semen? This excited me more. The soft flesh ever so slightly began to rise in my mouth. Daryl had an ejaculation moments ago. Surely, he could not be beginning to get hard again. But he was.
Slowly. I had to pull my mouth out a bit as his penis begins to enlarge. Like a flower at dawn rising right before my eyes. Daryl was giving in. He had surrendered to me. His hands went to my head. He just left them there. Inert. I took the testicles back in my mouth hungrily. This caused Daryl to grab my hair sharply.
“Ouch. Whoa. Wait!,” he cried out.
I took my hands and sank my nails into his thighs. I was in control here. He loosened my hair, which was getting in my way from time to time as I worked. I licked and sucked gently his balls. I was getting carried away and I hurt him. I only wanted to pleasure Daryl. No pain. No fear. I know what that is like.
His penis was fully erect. It was almost like a standard picture book example of a glorious penis. Six inches? Yes, probably. It didn’t matter. It was not bent and it was circumcised. No hairy, misshapen, uncircumcised monstrosity as I was use to. I was feasting on it now. Daryl had begun slowly thrusting his hips while I took him in my mouth. He was pumping his rock hard penis in my mouth. I was loving this. The touch, the feel, the smell, the taste. I wanted more.
I sensed his penis fattening my mouth. He was going to cum. I so wanted this. His hands were caressing my head and hair. It was timid, not forceful. No powerful grip to keep me from moving. No. Only loving. I was not use to this. This was becoming emotional now, not just erotic. This sweet boy. Sweet penis through the salty taste. I wanted him. All of him.
I placed my hands to his on my head. He took them in his. Our fingers were interlaced. His hands sweating with mine. Our sweat mixing. I sucked and sucked. I had to pull back. It did not fit in my mouth. But all I wanted was to hold the mushroom tip of the head inside my sucking lips.
Daryl’s grip was increasing. His penis was too. I was racked with eagerness and anticipation to take it in my mouth. And it was pulsating. I gripped it tighter. At the base. My palms were sweaty. His member was too. My grip went to the shaft. I was stroking it. I knew exactly where and how much pressure to apply in my strokes. Keep the head inside my mouth. Rub the most sensitive area. The base. The shaft. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was no inexperienced teenage girl.
Daryl was moaning. His hips were arching upward. I followed every movement with my head. Could not let it slip from my lips. The pulsing cock was throbbing now. Like lightning before thunder. And the thunder came. Thundering my mouth with his juice squirting out and into me. Pulse and a shot. Pulse and a shot. Throbbing, convulsing. I felt the texture of the veins in his penis. The warm splash impacted the inside of my mouth. Squirting an elixir that was intoxicating. The sticky fluid splashed and swirled in my mouth.
I needed to taste it from my tongue, to the walls of my mouth, from the hard palate to the soft. Like a wine taster not wanting to miss a single element and the satisfying gulp as I swallowed it down. My mind was on fire. Daryl was in me. Deep in me. His semen deep within my body. Consumed. He had fed me the starving woman. He had taken something from deep inside of his body and placed it deep inside of mine. I was joy.
Daryl is spent. His breathing was slowing. I still had his penis in my mouth. I didn’t want the sensation to end. I released Daryls hands. I put my hands on his thighs. They were full of sweat. I was full of sweat. The fan from behind the couch bed a welcome respite as I continued with the flesh in my mouth. The softening. It was receding. Such a pleasant feeling. I was still trying to suck every last drop of semen from Daryl’s penis. There was none left and still my mouth begged for more. My soul craved it. Daryl could not handle it anymore. He attempted to extract himself. I wouldn’t let him. He was squirming to be let go.
He had not seen my body yet. I had avoided tit successfully thus far. Satisfying him quickly had distracted his attention. Not only did I want to keep him in my mouth forever, I was delaying his seeing me fully. He really wanted to end the action. I finally relented. I was wet down there. I probably had the scent. Did he smell it? Will he reject it now that he has been satisfied?
“That’s what I want to be for you.” I tell Daryl.
“Huh?,” as he lifts his face to see me.
“I said, that’s what I want to be for you.”
“Okay. I’m sorry. What?,” says Daryl.
I told him that I wanted to be his vessel. This was too sophisticated for him to comprehend. With my head like a puppy dog on the edge of the bed facing him, I told him how I wanted to be his first everything. His manhood still recovering, he looked puzzled. I told him that I knew that he may still be a virgin. He tried to laugh it off. He said he’d been with girls before. I asked what exactly had he done with them. He coyly described having kissed girls and put his hand down their pants or up their skirts to feel it. I know that this is all he has done. He was a virgin. He didn’t have to say it. I wouldn’t ask more.
My mind had done a 180 degree flip in the span of less than half an hour. If Daryl could have two erections and two ejaculations in so short of a time, I began to ponder how much time did I have left with him. He had to return to his aunt’s. I truly wanted that to be his first everything in his virginity and I told him that in so many words. His first from a hand. My hand. His first oral encounter. I had to be the first in everything now. I told him that I wanted it to be special. So special. For both of us. I wanted to be his lover, his teacher, and yes a bit of his mother.
That sweet boy. All for myself. I know it sounds crazy but that’s what I felt. I told him that from now on, every time he got hard, it would last a little longer. From his premature one to the second one convinced him of that. It did last longer before ending in my mouth. Maybe five minutes? Surely, the next would be longer lasting. If he decided to stay, of course.
Poster:
Nurse Desiel
