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Subject: {ASSM} "Brace Yourself" [mf, teen, first time oral]
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The attached story "Brace Yourself" was one of the first I ever wrote. I guess it's a [mf, teen, first time oral].
Hope you enjoy it
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Brace Yourself!
Matt's eyes were closed as the latest CD of "Red Hot Chili
Peppers" pounded through his headphones. He wasn't tired, it's
just that the last three weeks had been spent on his back and the
ceiling hadn't gotten any more interesting. Three weeks since the
snowboarding accident. Two weeks since the operation. One week
since he got home.
AARRRGGGHHH! One little jump, alright, one really big jump. Shit.
He'd seen the x-rays. One broken arm and shoulder currently in a
cast from his shoulder to his wrist and a broken ankle, two metal
rods, eighteen screws.
Ahhhh. That fuckin' itch was back.
Right at the top of his leg, right where his balls rested against
his thigh, it itched. Fuckin' itched like hell! Matt reached down
with his free hand but he came up just short of the spot. The
cast was too restrictive. He strained to stretch his arm longer.
SHIT! Someone was touching his leg. Matt's eyes flew open and he
started. The jerking of his body was painful.
"Ow - FUCK!"
"Oh God, I'm so sorry Matt. I didn't mean to surprise you. I'm
sorry. Are you OK?"
"No. I'm not OK." As the wave of pain passed Matt looked at his
guest.
"Oh hi Diane. You just surprised me; I thought I was alone. I'm
alright." Diane was a year older than him. Gorgeous rather than
cute, she was about 5' 7", lean but with nice hips and shoulders.
Girls with broad shoulders were very attractive to Matt, and as a
member of the swim team Diane's certainly fit the bill. The
baby-T she was wearing accentuated her round breasts. Her bare
midriff was flat and...WHOA, when had she pierced her navel?
Sweet.
"I came by to see your sister. I heard you moan. Your eyes were
closed." Diane gaze up and down the body of her teammates little
brother. Well little in label only, at 15 years old he was now
over 6 feet tall. Diane's gaze traveled all the way to his toes
and then slowly back up. As it returned she paused at his boxers,
the flap was slightly open and a lump of flesh was just visible
in a nest of curly blonde hair.
Matt noticed where Diane was looking. He could feel blood flow
into his cock. There was movement in his boxers. There was a
corresponding movement in Diane's shirt. As her nipples hardened
they cast shadows across her shirt.
Diane knew she should look somewhere else, but she couldn't.
She'd always thought that Matt was cute. The lump of flesh in his
boxers was moving and growing. She felt her face begin to flush;
her nipples were tingling as they pressed against her t-shirt.
She regretted not having worn a bra, she knew her arousal was
obvious. A heat began to grow deep inside her. She could feel
herself become wet. She told herself to stop looking but she
couldn't.
The movement in Matt's boxer was causing them to tent up. The
opening was being stretched further. Diane realized that Matt's
cock must have been pointed down his leg when it was limp. Now
that it was hard it had lifted the leg of his boxers up. Standing
where she was she couldn't see the head of it.
Matt was intensely conscious of what was happening. He now had a
raging hard-on. It was his first erection since the accident. I
guess I'm getting better. There was a charged current of sexual
tension in the room. The fact that she was staring at his
erection was an even greater turn-on. Matt wanted to touch
himself so badly. He groaned in frustration.
Diane was startled by the sound and flushed with embarrassment.
Oh my God, I'm staring at his penis. Looking up she saw Matt's
glazed eyes staring back at her, a mouth slightly open and breath
softly panting.
"Are you in pain Matt?" The expression of desperation that
answered her question emboldened Diane. "Is it your ankle or
something that's hurting? I could rub it if you want me to."
She turned a brighter shade of red as she realized the double
meaning attached to her words. Thoroughly embarrassed and wanting
to leave but unable to, Diane moved slowly to the foot of the
bed.
"Would you like a foot rub Matt?" Not waiting for his answer she
began to rub his foot softly.
Matt was startled by the look in her eyes. Diane's eyes were
glazed the pupils dilated to nearly black. He saw her mouth move
but hadn't heard a word, she simply chewed at her bottom lip.
When she moved to the foot of the bed he panicked for just an
instant fearing she might leave. When she grasped his foot he
exhaled a most satisfied moan. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
Diane smiled at the sound. A movement caught her attention and
she lowered her gaze to see what it was. Diane was staring
straight up the leg of Matt's boxer shorts. Oh my God. It's so
big. From Matt's two blue eyes Diane was now staring directly
into his one-eyed monster thingie. It's twitching! She felt
slightly disoriented. She was trying to think, but she just
couldn't quite focus. A clear drop of fluid formed at the bottom
of the unblinking eye.
Matt was entranced as Diane chewed on her lower lip. God she's
sexy. Matt was panting now. He was suddenly aware that it had
been weeks since he had last cum. This from a guy who had jerked
off at least once a day; if not more often.
He heard his voice ask, "Could you rub higher up, it's been a
long time. Diane please." His cock was as hard as he'd ever felt
it. Maybe it was because it was confined in his boxers and he
couldn't adjust it for comfort. "Please. I can't reach it." Diane
walked slowly from the foot of the bed to his hip. Diane looked
into his pleading eyes and reached out.
Diane's hand slid calmly into Matt's boxers and grasped the hard
shaft of his cock. It's so hot, so hard. With her other hand she
adjusted his fly and pulled his cock free. Her right hand was
wrapped around the base of his shaft. She wrapped her left hand
above her right. The purplish head of Matt's cock stuck out above
her thumb and index finger. A fresh clear drop of fluid appeared
at the slit, a gentle squeeze of her hands caused it to grow and
then slide down to rest against her skin. She counter-rotated her
hands as though gently wringing out a cloth, a very delicate
cloth.
The movement of her hands flashed through Matt from his cock to
his head, down to his toes, which curled and flexed and back to
his cock. It spasmed and twitched against her grip. A loud moan
followed and he unconsciously reached out with his free hand.
Diane's t-shirt was no defense and Matt's hand filled with the
soft warm flesh of her breast. His fingers had been slightly
spread so that her hard nipple was caught between his middle and
ring fingers. As Matt's arm straightened her nipple and breast
were pushed taut, a momentary flash of discomfort gave way to a
shuddering moan. Diane's gripped tightened and Matt groaned
louder. Matt was now aggressively rolling and rubbing Diane's
tender nipple. The echo of her desire coupled with Matt's
unrelenting stimulation caused her to sway and writhe.
Fiery eyes filled with lust burned into Matt's consciousness.
Diane's mouth was open in silent ecstasy. She couldn't let go of
Matt's cock, she couldn't stand much more stimulation of her poor
nipple. She turned to face her held captive and bent forward. Her
open mouth engulfed the heat and size of Matt's throbbing cock.
It worked. Matt released her breast as he wailed in pleasure.
Diane was fierce in her assault. Her hands were twisting his
shaft furiously. Her lips and tongue were a constant and
insistent. Saliva dripped copiously over Matt's cockhead and down
her hands.
Matt felt pressure begin to build deep in his groin. If someone
were looking at just his hands and feet they would assume he was
having some kind of fit. Fingers and toes flexed uncontrollably.
A hoarse pant was all the vocalization he could muster. The
pressure built inexorably.
"Oh God. Don't' stop. Don't stop. Oh God." As the demand for
release increased Matt was aware that he was far past his usual
point of ejaculation. Why can't I come? Maybe I can't! Maybe I'm
still too injured. Please, let me come. Diane's efforts had
brought Matt to the absolute peak of stimulation. "AH! AH! AH!"
Finally - mercifully he passed the point of no return. Increased
pressure filled his cock and he felt it swell as never before.
Diane felt a strange peace of mind that she had never experienced
with a guy. She was actually happy bringing Matt to this moment
pleasure. She heard the change in tone of Matt's voice. She felt
the swelling of his cock in her hands and her mouth. She relaxed
to receive her prize. Matt cried out in unrestrained joy, "AHHH!
AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" With each cry a thick jet of hot cum spurted
into Diane's eager mouth. Pulse after pulse filled her mouth. Her
mouth full Diane lifted her head and swallowed.
Matt smiled in absolute bliss. As she swallowed he gasped in
surprised as a single drop of cum trickle down her chin. She
looked at him with such innocence.
Diane approached the head of the bed. She reached out and gently
held his face in her hands. Their lips barely made contact as she
kissed Matt. As she started to pull away, Matt pulled her close
and kissed her strongly on the mouth, his tongue pushed through
her resistance and soon they were engaged in a deep passionate
kiss. As he let her go he couldn't help but break into a large
smile.
"You are a very naughty boy." She stroked the side of his face
with her fingertips.
"And you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Matt raised
his hand to capture hers. She pushed it away.
"You're mean too." She threw a pout at him sticking out her lower
lip. "You shouldn't say things like that unless you mean them."
"What if I do mean them."
"Do you?"
"Do you have a problem with me thinking you're beautiful and
sexy."
Diane smiled. "I think we better check your medication. You're
delirious."
Matt held his arms wide.
Diane bent forward and was enveloped in warm embrace. A hand on
her head raised it slightly and they were kissing again; softly,
warmly, intimately. As the kiss ended and the embrace was
released Diane stepped back and looked at Matt. The truth of his
feelings for her was shining in his eyes.
"I have to go. Swim practice. I have to go."
"Will you come bye later after practice?"
"I was supposed to go the Jack Masters house for sometutoring."
Diane watched with hidden glee as Matt scowled in apparent
jealousy.
"Jack? You're going to Jack Masters's house?"
"Yes - is that a problem?" Diane smiled.
"No." Matt tried unsuccessfully to feign disinterest. My God she
just gave me a blow job and she's off to study at the house of
the biggest player at the school! "No - no problem."
"Great! See you later Matt." Diane turned and walked out of the
room. Matt collapsed back in utter confusion.
"Oh, and by the way." Matt's head snapped up to find Diane
standing in the doorway. "Not that it's any of your business. I'm
tutoring Jack's little sister in Chemistry."
Matt sighed in obvious relief. Damn!
"Good." Diane smiled in triumph. "I feel the same way about you."
She blew him a kiss. "I'll see you later, stud." She left the
room.
From down the hall he heard. "Sweet."
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