Fulfilling his urges.Jay knew from a young age. After finding that “Playgirl” magazine in a field near his house, he knew. As his eyes excitedly washed over the photos of nude men, he could sense his desires welling up, he could feel his attraction and lust swell his cock within his pants. Jay had seen naked girls in magazines before and been turned on, but this was something different, something altogether more powerful. He was drawn to the cock’s in the pictures. He found them beautiful and sexy, yes, but it was more than that and he knew it. Jay began to feel the desire, the need to touch cock, to hold it and stroke it, to please it, to suck it and pleasure it. A need to be submissive to those beautiful men and their beautiful cocks.

Those thoughts and images filled his head, especially at night. Lying alone in his bed, he would wonder what it would be like. His cock would be rock hard and oozing clear, sticky pre cum at the thoughts of sucking big, vein covered, sexy cock. Alone, quietly in his room, he would bring himself to orgasm just thinking about it and running his hands over his body and cock. Then, running his fingers through his thick, white, sticky jizz, he would bring those fingers to his lips and feel the slick texture before closing his eyes and imagining it was the cum from a cock he had just brought to orgasm, and tasted it on his tongue.

Jay knew this wasn’t the kind of think he could talk about openly with anyone, and that seemed to make it worse. He wanted to experience it for real, he craved it, but how, where could he fulfill this overwhelming needs?

When a friend asked if he wanted to spend the night, Jay could not help but imagine the possibilities. He didn’t think his friend had the same, unspoken urges as him, but still. That night, he couldn’t sleep. He knew the object of his lust, desires and dreams was only a few feet away. Jay was so nervous, so afraid of getting caught, but his young cock lust was even more powerful than those fears. Especially then, on that night.

Jay quietly called out to his friend, seeing if he was awake. When his friend didn’t respond, he slowly, quietly moved closer to him. His hand trembled and it seemed to be moving in slow motion as he reached for the crotch of his sleeping friend. There, under the material of his pajama pants, Jay could feel the outline of his friends cock and it took his breath away and left no doubt, his lust for it. His heart pounding, his pulse racing, Jay gently caressed that cock with his finger tips and felt it swell. There was nothing in this world that he wanted more than to feel that cock on his lips, in his mouth, to taste it, to feel it’s curves and pleasure it. His own needs, his own throbbing cock was not as important to him now, all he could think about, his sole focus was that dick just inches away.