I think guys give me signals but I miss them. I am still a virgin at 15. I love to look at guys in all their glory. Tight jeans are best. Not many guys wear them anymore. Too bad.
My best bud Sean still wears them. He is about 5'10", 135 lbs, green eyes, and the most beautiful blonde hair. Down to his shoulders. Girls actually follow him around in school and giggle. He ignores it but is nice to them.
His jeans caress his spectacular body. The Levi label says they are W28 L30. That label can't begin to tell the story. It does not say what his ass is like. The jeans caress his bubble butt but do not say how beautiful it is. The label does not even begin to hint at his basket. His manliness is barely held inside by the buttons of his 501s. His balls and scrotum bulge out the middle, his boy dick runs down the left thigh.
We joke and play around all during school. He might be giving signals, but I can't be sure. I have to be sure before I make my move. Like, we might be down at the football field. He will sit on the bleachers and spread his legs wide before me and laugh like a maniac. I laugh and stare at his manhood held so tight in those jeans. I can just imagine his Jockies damp with his sweat and what else?
After school, we go to my house. We ride our bikes--it is about 3 miles. In the Spring when it sometimes gets hot in April, we arrive all sweaty. Even from my bike, I can smell his manhood--his hormones. He laughs. Can I get a drink, man? Yeah, drink my sweat man! He laughs again and dismounts. I look at his tight cutoffs. I even get a quick glance of his Jockie clad basket as he gets off his bike.
We go in, grab two Dews from the fridge, and go out on the patio. Wow, I'm hot man, he says. I need a long cold shower. (Is this a signal?) K dude. You can use my shower. He gets up. Coming with me, he says, pouty. Don't know where the towels are. Fuck man, ok.
We go in the house and up to my room. I am smelling his hormones all over the place. I close the door behind us in case my little sister comes home. Mind if I strip? He says that as he pulls down his cutoffs and pulls his tee over his head. I get a look at the sparse hairs under his arms. Then I look at my love-- standing in my room, wearing just his tight Jockies, smelling like a bull.
Want to join me? He laughs. (A signal?) He goes in my bathroom and strips down his Jockies, leaving them in a heap on the floor. I only get to see his tight bubble buns. No hair on his ass. He reaches out and cuts on the shower. After he gets the temperature right, he steps in and pulls the door closed. It is see-thru, so I can see his profile in my shower.
I pick up his Jockies. They are clean--no stains--so I bring them to my nose. His smell is bliss. I put my nose in the pouch that just held his treasures. Then my tounge. I am tasting the manhood of my love. There is one lone pubic hair there. I carefully pull it out and stare at it. It is very light golden colored. Are his pubes blonde like him? As I lick his pube hair, suddenly all is quiet. I look up. He has turned off the water and opened the shower door. He is looking at me holding his Jockies just below my nose.
Like them, he asks? Want the real thing? He steps over the edge of the tub onto the bath mat. He finally shows himself to me. His prick dangles over his balls. His pubic hair is truely blonde. There is no hair on his fat scrotom. It can barely contain his huge nuts. He moves toward me and I am paralized with both lust and fear.
Its ok bud, he says. I have taken yours out of the laundry and smelled them! I licked out your skivies and cummed in them. I was horrified to get caught. But, now I was getting the signals.
His soft penis was growing. It started at about 3", hanging over his plump nuts. Now, it was about 5" and growing. Finally, it was about 7" and up tight against his smooth belly. He smiled at me. That was the signal I was looking for!
We went to my bed. He pulled my briefs down and said I looked really cool. He kissed my pubes and pulled on my balls. Then he took both of my balls in his mouth at the same time! I moved around until we were in a 69 position. I put my nose to his crotch and smelled that teen hormone aroma. My mouth was watering as I took his boy tool in my mouth. In a few minutes, I was rewarded with his teen juices--he must not have jerked for a long time. I got at least a cup of boy cum to swallow. I shot mine too, and he seemed to like it.
Now, he lives with me. I finally got the signal! We are total lovers. Sean rules!