I've always liked you.
I never used to think about it, but you've always been a good-looking guy, and you make
me laugh.
But for some reason, I never used to think about it until that one time.
I'm sure you don't remember it, but about a year ago, we all got in a car to go to a
party.
It was a small car, and we were all pretty cramped in there, and I had to sit on your
lap.
I'm pretty sure you didn't think anything of it.
I know you've always thought of me as a friend, if you thought of me at all.
I guess it was the friction or something, I don't know what it was, but I noticed that
you got, you know, hard.
I could feel this warm, hard erection pressing against my butt and my thigh.
I had never even seen one at that point, never even really thought about one, but when I
felt your cock, it was this amazing new experience, maybe the best feeling I ever felt in my life.
I got so wet instantly just feeling it poke and press against me, I couldn't help it.
My pussy just started, I don't know, hurting for it, and I did my best to not let it show
how horny you made me, but my instinct was to grind against it, let it press against
my pussy through my jeans.
I just wanted to feel it in me so badly, out of nowhere.
As soon as we got to the party, I snuck into the first bathroom I saw and rubbed myself
into my very first orgasm.
When I got home, I used a hairbrush and fucked myself for the very first time.
It was all downhill from there, ever since then, and I mean every single moment since
then, I haven't been able to get over it.
It's like this mental block, I've been obsessed with you and your cock since that moment.
Anytime I have a moment to daydream or think to myself, it immediately goes back to feeling
that big, thick cock against my skin, tasting it, being fucked by it.
To say I fantasize is an understatement.
I have trouble concentrating in school, keeping my hands off myself, I have to change my underwear
some days because I'm dripping on my legs and I'm afraid someone will see.
I've tried so hard not to let you know, not to let anyone know that I fuck myself stupid
over you every chance I get.
I'll admit, I've gotten a little obsessive.
I've saved pictures of you on my computer, especially ones where I can get even a hint
of a bulge in your pants.
I've printed them out and hung them on my wall.
I've touched myself while I've talked to you on the phone or while in class or hanging
out in a group, I've stuck my fingers into my panties while no one was looking.
I've stolen your clothes and I'm not proud to admit it and I've gone to your house at
night and peeked in your window.
When I first saw you coming out of the shower, I went to a completely different level.
I sat there in the bushes trying to be completely quiet while you barely held your towel around
your waist, teasing me.
My pussy was throbbing and finally you dropped it to the floor and I got my first look at
it.
Oh my god, I couldn't even believe it.
Your cock was perfect.
It was only half erect but so thick and so beautiful.
It was all I could do to take pictures of it on my phone before I just couldn't stand
it anymore.
Imagine me on all fours in the bushes with my pants around my ankles.
I was moaning so loud, I'm amazed you didn't hear me.
I'd like to say that was the last time I peeped on you or the last time I recorded it but
if I'm being honest, there are like a hundred files on my computer that I masturbate to
every night, so much that I don't get enough sleep or in the morning so I'm constantly
late.
It's really become a problem.
My parents think I have some sort of learning disability, I'm not kidding.
They put me into counseling because they think I'm depressed.
The real reason I never leave my room is because I'm coming over and over, thinking about being
on my knees in front of you, inches away from your cock as you stroke hot cum out of it,
covering my face.
The pay of your boxers I stole from your locker was a gold mine too.
They smelled like you and I'm pretty sure they had some cum or pre-cum in them, maybe
not anymore because I've licked them so much.
And then there was the homecoming party.
God, I will never forget that night as long as I live.
I went to the party because you'd be there and I was hoping to build up the courage to
get you drunk and fuck you but I lost track of you at one point and I didn't find you
until way later when everyone had passed out, including you, all by yourself in one of the
bedrooms.
Now was my chance, I took a lot of courage but I finally touched you a little to see
if you would wake up and you are down for the count.
I was practically licking my lips as I slowly, slowly unzipped your jeans and pulled them
down a bit.
You were already hurried through your boxers and it was all I could do to bite my lip so
I wouldn't moan out for someone to hear.
I pressed my face against your cock, moaning a little and twit, smelling you, feeling how
hard you were through the fabric.
I was so scared you were going to wake up but I had it at you, I just had to suck that
dick or I would always regret it.
So I slid my hand gently underneath and pulled you out and I was speechless.
I had your cock in my hand, the object of my affection and obsession for so long.
It was right, right there.
I was beside myself but I knew I couldn't just throw fuck you because you'd wake up
for sure so I was gentle.
I stroked you slowly, looking at your cock as it got harder and bigger and I leaned in,
closed my eyes and gave it a kiss.
I hadn't even kissed a boy yet and the first thing my lips touched was the base of your
penis which is exactly how I wanted it.
I was so afraid but also so horny.
My lips barely grazed against you at first but then I pressed my lips firmly against
you, pushing your cock against my mouth.
I was so wet it was insane.
You didn't wake up but, well, let's just say I took advantage and you took my virginity.
I thought it would make those cravings die down but it's just made them worse.
The fact that I didn't get to taste your cum is driving me crazy and I decided even though
I'm sure you'll be horrified by my confessing all of this to get this off my chest, if you
don't want to call the cops on me maybe you'll let me be your personal whore or something.
I really don't want to keep going to school and I can't stand my parents.
Maybe I could just move in with you and sleep in your closet whenever you wanted me, whenever
you wanted me, wanted me to do anything.
You could have me and when you're done you can put some food in my bowl, honestly.
I don't think I'd ever want anything else so it's your call really.
Just let me know what you think.