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Slut
Part Two
When I woke in the morning, Nick had his arm over my shoulder and was
breathing on the back of my neck. His stiff cock was in the crack of
my ass
only separated by the thin material of my boxer shorts.
Unlike most college kids, I had a Friday class. So I carefully got
out of
the bunk hoping not to wake any of them. I showered and headed off for
breakfast. After class I went to the library to study. I returned to
the
room in the early afternoon. The three of them were still there. It
had
appeared as if none of them had showered. They each only wore a pair
of
shorts or their boxers. They were studying the television very
closely when
I entered the room.
I noticed that they had a porno on. Brad was slowly rewinding it.
Suddenly
he burst out, "I told you guys that she was hairless." I looked to
see the
video was freezed frame on a shot of this girl sucking on a big dick.
But
you could clearly see that she did not have any hair on her body
except her
head. I noticed the video box and the name was Cock Sucking Slut.
Brad then turn toward me and said, "Good, you're back. The boys and I
have
been talking. We need to talk to you."
"About what?" I asked.
"Well we were amazed at how well you give head. So we decided that you
would be our own cock-sucking slut. We know that this is ok with you
by the
hardon you were sprouting last night when you were sucking our dicks
and
the one you are growing now." Brad said.
"So we have come up with a few rules to make this relationship work
out
well." Ben added. "Fuck you guys. I'm not living by your damn rules."
I
snapped trying to save any dignity I had left. Although I actually
wanted
to say anything you guys want.
"You don't seem to understand you little cock sucker, you don't have a
choice. We are not asking you, we are telling you that you are going
to do
this. The more you resist, the harder it will be on you. We would
hate to
tell all of campus how you like to suck cocks and that you are a
little fag
boy."
"I guess I wouldn't mind sucking your dicks every now and then."
"Its not that easy," Ben added. "First rule is that when ever one of
us
wants a little fun, you submit. If you see a dick, your mouth should
be on
it. Second rule, you will do whatever we tell you. Period, no
discussion.
Third rule is that when you are in this room you may not wear any
clothes.
The Cock Sucking Slut tape does not show any clothing for the bitch
and you
will follow that model."
"And the final rule is that," Brad piped in, " you may not have any
body
hair below your neck. If we touch your body, we want you to be soft
and
smooth like a girl. Got it? Just these four simple little rules. It
is like
you are our permanent pledge."
And with that they grabbed me, stripped me of my clothes. Then two of
them
held me down while Brad started to shave my arms, pits and chest. He
then
moved to my legs. Next he started on my manly pride, my groin. He did
most
of my bush, but as my cock grew, he throw the razor on my chest and
said,
"Your on our own down there." I think they all expected that I was
going to
be, well challenged in the size department. The fact is that I am 8"
and
very thick. They then watched me finish what Brad started. They then
sent
me to the shower with only a towel.
As I reentered the room, Nick snatched the towel off of me even
before the
door closed behind me. Both Brad and Ben were naked with stiff cocks.
I
kneeled in from of them, took Ben's dick in my mouth and stroke Brad.
Soon
Nick was standing there as well and I took his dick in my other hand.
I
alternated sucking them between them. Soon all three were shooting
their
loads on my face.
I got up to clean off. "Who said you were done? Keep sucking my
dick." Brad
ordered. He sat on his bed and I sat on the floor sucking his soft
dick. Ben and Nick got dressed and said, "see you at dinner" then
left.
Around 5:30, Brad got up to take a shower. He instructed me that I
was not
to wash my face.
When Brad returned from the shower, he dressed, threw a pair of nylon
shorts and a t-shirt to me and said, "dress, we're going for dinner."
Mind
you that this was the end of October in the Midwest so it was fairly
chilly
out. My cock stayed in a semi hard state as it rubbed against the
nylon
material. Brad, I was sure, was very proud of himself as I walked
behind
him with my semi hard dick pushing out and his dried cum on my face.
During dinner, the three of them continually told me to go get them
something, everything from seconds, to drinks to ice cream. They then
had
me clear their trays as they headed out.
When I returned to the room, the three of them were there sitting
around
naked. I entered the room, removed my clothes and went over to Nick
and
took his semi-hard dick in my mouth. They didn't even stop their
conversation. I sucked on Nick's dick for 15 minutes without him
cuming so
I then moved to Ben dick. He quickly raised his legs and I figured he
wanted me to work on his ass. Again as earlier, just a few licks
across his
rosebud made him shoot his load. I sucked on his spent dick for a few
minutes before turning my attention to Brad's hard dick. As I was
servicing Brad, Ben and Nick left saying they would meet up with Brad
at
some bar.
Brad had me kneeling between his legs for nearly an hour. My knees
hurt so
badly, but my jaw was even worse. I was so happy when he pushed my
out of
his way so he could get ready to go out.
About two in the morning, the door was forced in and Brad and some
blonde
stumbled into the room. I assumed that Brad would throw me out so I
got up,
trying to cover my nudity as I searched for a robe. The blonde
said, "he's
cute, is he staying?" Brad with a shit-eating grin on his face
said, "Sure
he can stay if you want him to." "It could be fun," she replied.
With in seconds Brad had all of her clothes off of her and his off as
well. They were making out pretty heavily. He was running his hands
all
over her. You would tell that he was trying to get her to suck his
dick.
Finally she put her lips around the head of his dick. But she did not
go
any further. Brad tried to push her head down further, but she
refused.
Finally Brad sat up and said to me, "Get your ass over her and teach
her
how to suck a dick." The blonde laughed. I said, "Fuck you."
Brad jumped up out of his bed, slapped me across the face and
said, "I told
you to suck my dick. Now get on that fucking bed and teach her how to
suck
my fucking dick." He then jumped back in bed and I, scared shitless
followed him. I got between his legs and took his dick in my mouth.
He and
the blonde continued to make out as I sucked on his dick. Soon I
heard Brad
asking the blonde, "Let me fuck you." After a little coaxing, she
gave in.
I started to move off the bed when Brad said, "You can suck my balls
and
lick my dick as it goes in and out of her little pussy." So as she
lowered
herself on to his dick, I licked his balls and lower part of his cock.
After what seemed to be 20 minutes, the blonde reached behind her
grabbing
my ear. She raised my head to hers and whispered in my ear, "Lube my
ass
with your tongue." So I did what she told me. Next she said
loudly, "Fuck
my ass with that big dick of yours you faggot." She then leaned down
to
kiss Brad whose response was, "Holy shit!"
I kneeled behind her and lined my dick up with her ass. I slowly
pushed in
the head of my dick. She let out a groan so I pulled out. "Shove it
all the
way in!" was her response so I did. And she let out a scream. I then
began
to thrust in and out. This was my first time fucking anyone and I
felt like
I had no clue as to what I was doing. I tried to match Brad's rhythm.
So we
were working in unison. I could feel his dick in her pussy as I
thrust mine
into her ass.
I was getting close to shooting my load when the door burst open. I
turned
to look to see Ben standing there. "What the fuck is going on here?"
"Get the fuck out of here," Brad yelled. "What happened to the girl
you
picked up?"
"She was a bust so I came to get some head," he said. The Blonde
added,
"Guys don't stop." Ben took that as an invitation to come in. In two
seconds flat he was naked and standing by Brad and the blonde's head
holding his dick out hoping she would give him what he wanted. "Get
the
fuck out of here with that, give it to the faggot," Brad told him.
Ben stood on the edge of the lower bunk while holing on to the top
bunk,
saying to me, "Suck it faggot." I leaned over and took his cock in my
mouth
as I continued to fuck the blonde's ass.
Here I was, only the second night of having a sex life that was
anything
other than solo with my dick in some chick's ass and a short fat cock
in my
mouth. I was lost in my thoughts and the rhythm of it all that I
didn't
notice Ben tensing up. As he shot his load down my throat, it brought
me
back to reality and caused me to shot my load in the blonde's ass.
Almost
simultaneously, Brad shot her load and from the groans of the blonde,
I
assumed she had an organism as well. I collapsed on to her, and she
on to
Brad.
The blonde then said, "I can't believe you came in ass." Brad
suggested
that I clean my cum out of her ass. So I rimmed her ass until she
rolled
off of Brad, I then took Brad's dick in my mouth and sucked the last
of his
cum out of it and her cum off of it. As I did this, she whispered to
Brad
loud enough for me to hear it, "I like your little friend, he is nice
to
have around."
"Ben why the hell don't you go home now, you got what you came for.
Come on
baby, let go to sleep now," Brad said. As Ben dressed, I climbed in
to my
bunk. Brad and the blonde were hardly done for the night. About 30
minutes
later, I heard Brad say, "Do I get a piece of that ass too." From the
bunk
movement, I assumed the answer.
When I woke in the morning, Nick had his arm over my shoulder and was
breathing on the back of my neck. His stiff cock was in the crack of
my ass
only separated by the thin material of my boxer shorts.
Unlike most college kids, I had a Friday class. So I carefully got
out of
the bunk hoping not to wake any of them. I showered and headed off for
breakfast. After class I went to the library to study. I returned to
the
room in the early afternoon. The three of them were still there. It
had
appeared as if none of them had showered. They each only wore a pair
of
shorts or their boxers. They were studying the television very
closely when
I entered the room.
I noticed that they had a porno on. Brad was slowly rewinding it.
Suddenly
he burst out, "I told you guys that she was hairless." I looked to
see the
video was freezed frame on a shot of this girl sucking on a big dick.
But
you could clearly see that she did not have any hair on her body
except her
head. I noticed the video box and the name was Cock Sucking Slut.
Brad then turn toward me and said, "Good, you're back. The boys and I
have
been talking. We need to talk to you."
"About what?" I asked.
"Well we were amazed at how well you give head. So we decided that you
would be our own cock-sucking slut. We know that this is ok with you
by the
hardon you were sprouting last night when you were sucking our dicks
and
the one you are growing now." Brad said.
"So we have come up with a few rules to make this relationship work
out
well." Ben added. "Fuck you guys. I'm not living by your damn rules."
I
snapped trying to save any dignity I had left. Although I actually
wanted
to say anything you guys want.
"You don't seem to understand you little cock sucker, you don't have a
choice. We are not asking you, we are telling you that you are going
to do
this. The more you resist, the harder it will be on you. We would
hate to
tell all of campus how you like to suck cocks and that you are a
little fag
boy."
"I guess I wouldn't mind sucking your dicks every now and then."
"Its not that easy," Ben added. "First rule is that when ever one of
us
wants a little fun, you submit. If you see a dick, your mouth should
be on
it. Second rule, you will do whatever we tell you. Period, no
discussion.
Third rule is that when you are in this room you may not wear any
clothes.
The Cock Sucking Slut tape does not show any clothing for the bitch
and you
will follow that model."
"And the final rule is that," Brad piped in, " you may not have any
body
hair below your neck. If we touch your body, we want you to be soft
and
smooth like a girl. Got it? Just these four simple little rules. It
is like
you are our permanent pledge."
And with that they grabbed me, stripped me of my clothes. Then two of
them
held me down while Brad started to shave my arms, pits and chest. He
then
moved to my legs. Next he started on my manly pride, my groin. He did
most
of my bush, but as my cock grew, he throw the razor on my chest and
said,
"Your on our own down there." I think they all expected that I was
going to
be, well challenged in the size department. The fact is that I am 8"
and
very thick. They then watched me finish what Brad started. They then
sent
me to the shower with only a towel.
As I reentered the room, Nick snatched the towel off of me even
before the
door closed behind me. Both Brad and Ben were naked with stiff cocks.
I
kneeled in from of them, took Ben's dick in my mouth and stroke Brad.
Soon
Nick was standing there as well and I took his dick in my other hand.
I
alternated sucking them between them. Soon all three were shooting
their
loads on my face.
I got up to clean off. "Who said you were done? Keep sucking my
dick." Brad
ordered. He sat on his bed and I sat on the floor sucking his soft
dick. Ben and Nick got dressed and said, "see you at dinner" then
left.
Around 5:30, Brad got up to take a shower. He instructed me that I
was not
to wash my face.
When Brad returned from the shower, he dressed, threw a pair of nylon
shorts and a t-shirt to me and said, "dress, we're going for dinner."
Mind
you that this was the end of October in the Midwest so it was fairly
chilly
out. My cock stayed in a semi hard state as it rubbed against the
nylon
material. Brad, I was sure, was very proud of himself as I walked
behind
him with my semi hard dick pushing out and his dried cum on my face.
During dinner, the three of them continually told me to go get them
something, everything from seconds, to drinks to ice cream. They then
had
me clear their trays as they headed out.
When I returned to the room, the three of them were there sitting
around
naked. I entered the room, removed my clothes and went over to Nick
and
took his semi-hard dick in my mouth. They didn't even stop their
conversation. I sucked on Nick's dick for 15 minutes without him
cuming so
I then moved to Ben dick. He quickly raised his legs and I figured he
wanted me to work on his ass. Again as earlier, just a few licks
across his
rosebud made him shoot his load. I sucked on his spent dick for a few
minutes before turning my attention to Brad's hard dick. As I was
servicing Brad, Ben and Nick left saying they would meet up with Brad
at
some bar.
Brad had me kneeling between his legs for nearly an hour. My knees
hurt so
badly, but my jaw was even worse. I was so happy when he pushed my
out of
his way so he could get ready to go out.
About two in the morning, the door was forced in and Brad and some
blonde
stumbled into the room. I assumed that Brad would throw me out so I
got up,
trying to cover my nudity as I searched for a robe. The blonde
said, "he's
cute, is he staying?" Brad with a shit-eating grin on his face
said, "Sure
he can stay if you want him to." "It could be fun," she replied.
With in seconds Brad had all of her clothes off of her and his off as
well. They were making out pretty heavily. He was running his hands
all
over her. You would tell that he was trying to get her to suck his
dick.
Finally she put her lips around the head of his dick. But she did not
go
any further. Brad tried to push her head down further, but she
refused.
Finally Brad sat up and said to me, "Get your ass over her and teach
her
how to suck a dick." The blonde laughed. I said, "Fuck you."
Brad jumped up out of his bed, slapped me across the face and
said, "I told
you to suck my dick. Now get on that fucking bed and teach her how to
suck
my fucking dick." He then jumped back in bed and I, scared shitless
followed him. I got between his legs and took his dick in my mouth.
He and
the blonde continued to make out as I sucked on his dick. Soon I
heard Brad
asking the blonde, "Let me fuck you." After a little coaxing, she
gave in.
I started to move off the bed when Brad said, "You can suck my balls
and
lick my dick as it goes in and out of her little pussy." So as she
lowered
herself on to his dick, I licked his balls and lower part of his cock.
After what seemed to be 20 minutes, the blonde reached behind her
grabbing
my ear. She raised my head to hers and whispered in my ear, "Lube my
ass
with your tongue." So I did what she told me. Next she said
loudly, "Fuck
my ass with that big dick of yours you faggot." She then leaned down
to
kiss Brad whose response was, "Holy shit!"
I kneeled behind her and lined my dick up with her ass. I slowly
pushed in
the head of my dick. She let out a groan so I pulled out. "Shove it
all the
way in!" was her response so I did. And she let out a scream. I then
began
to thrust in and out. This was my first time fucking anyone and I
felt like
I had no clue as to what I was doing. I tried to match Brad's rhythm.
So we
were working in unison. I could feel his dick in her pussy as I
thrust mine
into her ass.
I was getting close to shooting my load when the door burst open. I
turned
to look to see Ben standing there. "What the fuck is going on here?"
"Get the fuck out of here," Brad yelled. "What happened to the girl
you
picked up?"
"She was a bust so I came to get some head," he said. The Blonde
added,
"Guys don't stop." Ben took that as an invitation to come in. In two
seconds flat he was naked and standing by Brad and the blonde's head
holding his dick out hoping she would give him what he wanted. "Get
the
fuck out of here with that, give it to the faggot," Brad told him.
Ben stood on the edge of the lower bunk while holing on to the top
bunk,
saying to me, "Suck it faggot." I leaned over and took his cock in my
mouth
as I continued to fuck the blonde's ass.
Here I was, only the second night of having a sex life that was
anything
other than solo with my dick in some chick's ass and a short fat cock
in my
mouth. I was lost in my thoughts and the rhythm of it all that I
didn't
notice Ben tensing up. As he shot his load down my throat, it brought
me
back to reality and caused me to shot my load in the blonde's ass.
Almost
simultaneously, Brad shot her load and from the groans of the blonde,
I
assumed she had an organism as well. I collapsed on to her, and she
on to
Brad.
The blonde then said, "I can't believe you came in ass." Brad
suggested
that I clean my cum out of her ass. So I rimmed her ass until she
rolled
off of Brad, I then took Brad's dick in my mouth and sucked the last
of his
cum out of it and her cum off of it. As I did this, she whispered to
Brad
loud enough for me to hear it, "I like your little friend, he is nice
to
have around."
"Ben why the hell don't you go home now, you got what you came for.
Come on
baby, let go to sleep now," Brad said. As Ben dressed, I climbed in
to my
bunk. Brad and the blonde were hardly done for the night. About 30
minutes
later, I heard Brad say, "Do I get a piece of that ass too." From the
bunk
movement, I assumed the answer.
fred31ray
Slut
During my Freshmen year, my roommate and I did not exactly hit it
off. He
was a football player who had different girls every night. He was the
stud
on campus. And he was very cocky. But he was extremely good-looking.
He
always had his two sidekicks close at hand. They too were on the team
and
good-looking guys.
I on the other hand was this 130 pound 6 foot gangly country 18 year
old. I
was in a bit of shock from adjusting to living in a city and being at
school away from my family.
Brad, my roommate and I didn't have anything in common. I studied a
lot, he
partied. I was questioning my sexuality and he was a straight as they
came.
He was use to bossing people around. And was a bit of an asshole.
Most of our conversations during the first ten weeks of school were
him
telling me that he had a date and that I was not to be back to the
room
until after 1 or 2 am. I usually would study at the library or in the
lounge.
One evening around 9 or so, I entered the dorm room to find Brad
sitting in
the recliner wearing a jersey and white socks. The chair was turned
so that
it was facing the door. He was stroking his long 8" cock and was
grinning.
Once I gained my senses I said, "Sorry, I will come back later."
"Charlie, come on in. I was just waiting for you." As I walked into
the
room I noticed his sidekicks were standing behind the door so I could
not
immediately see them. I was wondering what the fuck was going on and
apparently it showed on my face.
"Charlie, I need to talk to you. You see I have this problem and you
are
going to solve it for me." Before I could say a word, he
continued, "Most
of the girls I go out with won't suck my cock. They complain it is
too big
or that they don't do that. Usually they leave me after just a little
hand
job. And quite frankly, that is not enough." He said that as he
continued
to stroke his cock. So, I figured since you are always staring at my
crotch
that I would let you suck my dick."
"What the fuck? Go to hell you cocky bastard!" Even though I was
curious as
to how it would be to suck his cock, as I said this Nick and Ben each
grabbed me.
"You see Charlie, I know you like sucking cock, so I figure I would be
doing you a favor to let you suck mine. You can start now!"
With that Nick and Ben forced me to my knees and pushed my head into
Brad's
groin. I resisted the best I could with out looking too eager. It is
true
that I had been dreaming as to what Brad filled his jock out with and
what
it would be to suck on his dick.
"Look boy, you are going to do this one way or another. There is no
way you
can take any one of us, let along all three of us." I knew he was
right and
I really did want to wrap my lips around his cock, so I slowly took my
first cock into my mouth.
I started very slowly and not taking much of it into my mouth. It had
a
taste that was rather interesting. As I continued, I took more of his
8"
pole into my mouth. Brad said, "don't forget the balls."
With that I took one of his hairy balls in my mouth and rolled it
around,
then the other. Next I started to lick his sac. As I did this, he
scooted
to the edge of the chair and raised his legs high in the air. I just
naturally migrated to his ass hole. I licked it at first, and then I
started to push my tongue in to his tight hole.
I heard Nick and Ben making a bunch of catcalls. I also heard Brad
moaning.
I returned my attention to his very hard dick. As I was attempting to
take
more of his dick down my throat, Brad grabbed my head and forced it
all the
way down. He started to bob my head up and down on his dick, ever
increasing the speed. After a few times, I adjusted to this force-
feeding
and my throat opened up.
After a minute or so of him face-fucking me, I felt his dick tense
and then
felt his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I did my best to
swallow
all of it.
"Holy shit! That was fantastic. You guys have to try this." Brad
exclaimed. As I let his softening dick out of my mouth, I noticed
both Nick
and Ben had their hard dicks out and were slowly stroking them.
I reached up and took Ben's very thick 6.5" cock into my mouth. Within
minutes he shot his load all over my face. He then used his dick to
rub it
all over my face and hair.
Next I took Nick's nicely curved 7" thin cock down my throat. As I
sucked
on his dick, I gently tugged on his balls. He, like Ben did not last
long. Soon he was shooting an extremely large load of hot cum in my
mouth
and continued to spurt three more time on my face.
The three of them got dressed and told me that they would be back
after the
party for another blowjob. After they left I jacked myself off and
shot the
largest load I had ever shot before.
Brad and his two sidekicks hadn't gotten in until around 2:30 am. I
had
assumed that they got too drunk and passed out at the party of that
they
picked up some chicks and forgot about me. I had decided to go to
bed. I am
sure all I did was dream about the earlier events. I must have really
been
into my dream because I didn't even hear the three of them come in or
Brad
getting up on the top bunk with me. Having a stiff penis thrusting in
and
out of my mouth wakened me. I opened my eyes to see Brad feeding his
cock
to me.
"Look, my little cock sucker is a wake. He must really love sucking
cock
judging by the tent in his boxers." I ignored his comment and just
sucked
on his cock. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock from my wanting
lips
and turned around. He then sat on my face and said, "Eat that ass you
fagot," which I had no choice but to do. Soon he was lying on his
back with
me kneeling between his legs going down on his ridged 8" cock. I
couldn't
get enough of it. But all too soon he was shooting his load down my
throat.
By this time, both Ben and Nick we buck ass naked waiting for their
turns.
Ben was sitting in the recliner (the only comfortable piece of
furniture in
the dorm room) and Nick was at the desk. I followed Brad down from
the top
bunk. I went over to Ben and took his thick dick in my mouth and
slowly
worked it all the way in. I fondle his balls and rotated between
sucking
his dick and licking his balls.
Brad had put in some porno tape in the VCR. It was some girl sucking
off
several guys. "Hey look," Brad said, "we have a deep throating slut
just
like this video." Brad crawled into his bunk and Nick got up in my
bunk as
they watched both the video and me sucking on Ben. They continually
made
comments about my technique compared to the girl on the video. "If
our slut
had a pussy and tits we would be set for life," commented Brad.
I got Ben to slide closer to the edge of the chair and to raise his
legs. Once in position I moved my tongue to his rosebud. I had barely
ran
my tongue over his hole and he shot his load, mostly in my
hair. "Look a
new kind of gel," he joked.
As I cleaned off his dick for him, Ben said to Brad, "I think I will
just
crash here tonight." "Yeah, me too," Nick added. He then said to
me, "I'm
ready, come on up."
I climbed up into my bunk to find Nick who looked very happy to see me
climbing up. He spread his legs wide and whispered to me "Lick my
ass." I
suggested that he get on his hands and knees. Once he did I attacked
his
ass with my tongue. He had by far the best tasting ass of the three of
them. I tried to push my tongue into his tight hole. Occasionally I
would
take my finger and push on his rosebud to get it to open a little and
then
slid my tongue in. This went on for 15 minutes. We then adjusted our
positions so that he was lying back on several pillows and I was lying
between his legs worshiping his nicely shaped 7" cock. His cock fit
perfectly in my mouth and down my throat. It was the ideal size. I was
taking my time in services in him. I didn't want it to end. But
before long
he had grabbed my head and started to face fuck me until he shot his
load
down my throat.
As I let his softening cock go from my mouth, we heard Brad snoring
and
then Ben. We both laughed. I decided to go take a shower to get the
dried
cum off my face and out of my hair. By the time I returned, they were
all
asleep. Brad was in his lower bunk, Ben was crashed in the recliner
and
Nick was in my bed. All three were still naked and had no covers on.
I got
a blanket for Ben and then climbed into the top bunk with Nick.
off. He
was a football player who had different girls every night. He was the
stud
on campus. And he was very cocky. But he was extremely good-looking.
He
always had his two sidekicks close at hand. They too were on the team
and
good-looking guys.
I on the other hand was this 130 pound 6 foot gangly country 18 year
old. I
was in a bit of shock from adjusting to living in a city and being at
school away from my family.
Brad, my roommate and I didn't have anything in common. I studied a
lot, he
partied. I was questioning my sexuality and he was a straight as they
came.
He was use to bossing people around. And was a bit of an asshole.
Most of our conversations during the first ten weeks of school were
him
telling me that he had a date and that I was not to be back to the
room
until after 1 or 2 am. I usually would study at the library or in the
lounge.
One evening around 9 or so, I entered the dorm room to find Brad
sitting in
the recliner wearing a jersey and white socks. The chair was turned
so that
it was facing the door. He was stroking his long 8" cock and was
grinning.
Once I gained my senses I said, "Sorry, I will come back later."
"Charlie, come on in. I was just waiting for you." As I walked into
the
room I noticed his sidekicks were standing behind the door so I could
not
immediately see them. I was wondering what the fuck was going on and
apparently it showed on my face.
"Charlie, I need to talk to you. You see I have this problem and you
are
going to solve it for me." Before I could say a word, he
continued, "Most
of the girls I go out with won't suck my cock. They complain it is
too big
or that they don't do that. Usually they leave me after just a little
hand
job. And quite frankly, that is not enough." He said that as he
continued
to stroke his cock. So, I figured since you are always staring at my
crotch
that I would let you suck my dick."
"What the fuck? Go to hell you cocky bastard!" Even though I was
curious as
to how it would be to suck his cock, as I said this Nick and Ben each
grabbed me.
"You see Charlie, I know you like sucking cock, so I figure I would be
doing you a favor to let you suck mine. You can start now!"
With that Nick and Ben forced me to my knees and pushed my head into
Brad's
groin. I resisted the best I could with out looking too eager. It is
true
that I had been dreaming as to what Brad filled his jock out with and
what
it would be to suck on his dick.
"Look boy, you are going to do this one way or another. There is no
way you
can take any one of us, let along all three of us." I knew he was
right and
I really did want to wrap my lips around his cock, so I slowly took my
first cock into my mouth.
I started very slowly and not taking much of it into my mouth. It had
a
taste that was rather interesting. As I continued, I took more of his
8"
pole into my mouth. Brad said, "don't forget the balls."
With that I took one of his hairy balls in my mouth and rolled it
around,
then the other. Next I started to lick his sac. As I did this, he
scooted
to the edge of the chair and raised his legs high in the air. I just
naturally migrated to his ass hole. I licked it at first, and then I
started to push my tongue in to his tight hole.
I heard Nick and Ben making a bunch of catcalls. I also heard Brad
moaning.
I returned my attention to his very hard dick. As I was attempting to
take
more of his dick down my throat, Brad grabbed my head and forced it
all the
way down. He started to bob my head up and down on his dick, ever
increasing the speed. After a few times, I adjusted to this force-
feeding
and my throat opened up.
After a minute or so of him face-fucking me, I felt his dick tense
and then
felt his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I did my best to
swallow
all of it.
"Holy shit! That was fantastic. You guys have to try this." Brad
exclaimed. As I let his softening dick out of my mouth, I noticed
both Nick
and Ben had their hard dicks out and were slowly stroking them.
I reached up and took Ben's very thick 6.5" cock into my mouth. Within
minutes he shot his load all over my face. He then used his dick to
rub it
all over my face and hair.
Next I took Nick's nicely curved 7" thin cock down my throat. As I
sucked
on his dick, I gently tugged on his balls. He, like Ben did not last
long. Soon he was shooting an extremely large load of hot cum in my
mouth
and continued to spurt three more time on my face.
The three of them got dressed and told me that they would be back
after the
party for another blowjob. After they left I jacked myself off and
shot the
largest load I had ever shot before.
Brad and his two sidekicks hadn't gotten in until around 2:30 am. I
had
assumed that they got too drunk and passed out at the party of that
they
picked up some chicks and forgot about me. I had decided to go to
bed. I am
sure all I did was dream about the earlier events. I must have really
been
into my dream because I didn't even hear the three of them come in or
Brad
getting up on the top bunk with me. Having a stiff penis thrusting in
and
out of my mouth wakened me. I opened my eyes to see Brad feeding his
cock
to me.
"Look, my little cock sucker is a wake. He must really love sucking
cock
judging by the tent in his boxers." I ignored his comment and just
sucked
on his cock. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock from my wanting
lips
and turned around. He then sat on my face and said, "Eat that ass you
fagot," which I had no choice but to do. Soon he was lying on his
back with
me kneeling between his legs going down on his ridged 8" cock. I
couldn't
get enough of it. But all too soon he was shooting his load down my
throat.
By this time, both Ben and Nick we buck ass naked waiting for their
turns.
Ben was sitting in the recliner (the only comfortable piece of
furniture in
the dorm room) and Nick was at the desk. I followed Brad down from
the top
bunk. I went over to Ben and took his thick dick in my mouth and
slowly
worked it all the way in. I fondle his balls and rotated between
sucking
his dick and licking his balls.
Brad had put in some porno tape in the VCR. It was some girl sucking
off
several guys. "Hey look," Brad said, "we have a deep throating slut
just
like this video." Brad crawled into his bunk and Nick got up in my
bunk as
they watched both the video and me sucking on Ben. They continually
made
comments about my technique compared to the girl on the video. "If
our slut
had a pussy and tits we would be set for life," commented Brad.
I got Ben to slide closer to the edge of the chair and to raise his
legs. Once in position I moved my tongue to his rosebud. I had barely
ran
my tongue over his hole and he shot his load, mostly in my
hair. "Look a
new kind of gel," he joked.
As I cleaned off his dick for him, Ben said to Brad, "I think I will
just
crash here tonight." "Yeah, me too," Nick added. He then said to
me, "I'm
ready, come on up."
I climbed up into my bunk to find Nick who looked very happy to see me
climbing up. He spread his legs wide and whispered to me "Lick my
ass." I
suggested that he get on his hands and knees. Once he did I attacked
his
ass with my tongue. He had by far the best tasting ass of the three of
them. I tried to push my tongue into his tight hole. Occasionally I
would
take my finger and push on his rosebud to get it to open a little and
then
slid my tongue in. This went on for 15 minutes. We then adjusted our
positions so that he was lying back on several pillows and I was lying
between his legs worshiping his nicely shaped 7" cock. His cock fit
perfectly in my mouth and down my throat. It was the ideal size. I was
taking my time in services in him. I didn't want it to end. But
before long
he had grabbed my head and started to face fuck me until he shot his
load
down my throat.
As I let his softening cock go from my mouth, we heard Brad snoring
and
then Ben. We both laughed. I decided to go take a shower to get the
dried
cum off my face and out of my hair. By the time I returned, they were
all
asleep. Brad was in his lower bunk, Ben was crashed in the recliner
and
Nick was in my bed. All three were still naked and had no covers on.
I got
a blanket for Ben and then climbed into the top bunk with Nick.
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Slut
Part Three
They finally fell a sleep and so did I. At some point, I thought I
heard
them leave, but I was so tired that I didn't pay attention to them.
Some
time later, I was dreaming about the events of the past two days. I
dreamt
that I was being the focus of the attention instead of giving all of
it. I
suddenly woke to find Nick stroking my cock.
"Hey, I thought you might be in need of some release." I smiled as he
continued to stroke me. After a few minutes I suggested that he climb
in
bed with me. He did, but he did not undress. So I reached for his
belt and
then his pants. I pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. He
laid in
the opposite direction as I did. Once I pulled off his shirt, he
started to
stroke my dick again; I leaned over him and took his hardening dick
in my
mouth. I slowly worshiped his perfect dick as he slowly massaged my
dick.
After what seemed to be an hour of this, Brad walked in. Nick quickly
let
go of my dick. I just continued to suck on his.
"What's the matter, did you pick up some loser who wouldn't put out
either?" Brad asked Nick. "Just not as good as this cock sucker," he
replied.
"You made quite the impression on my date last night. She wants a
repeat
performance tonight. She will be here around eleven." Brad informed
me. "If
you guys want to continue this, go else where. I need to get some
sleep."
Nick said, "I should go study some." We both got up. Nick dressed and
I
grabbed my things for the shower. Nick then followed me down the hall
to
the shower room. As I pushed open the door, Nick said, "We can finish
another time."
I studied the rest of the day. Around 8, I headed back to the room. I
did
what was becoming a routine. I entered the door and then immediately
stripped. The three guys were there.
Ben said, "We have been waiting for you. You need to get us off
before our
dates tonight so we can last longer." As he was speaking, he pulled
his
dick out of his pants. As I took his dick in my mouth he
continued, "Maybe
we need to have a schedule so the cock sucker knows when to be here
to take
care of business." Brad added, "And maybe some kind of sign so you
guys
aren't walking in on me and my dates. It could indicate where the
slut will
be so if your not getting anything you know where to find it."
As I sucked the three of them off, they batted around a bunch of
ideas. Finally they decided that if sock was on the doorknob that
they just
needed to leave. But if my jock were on the doorknob, I would be in
the
basement lounge. It was a lounge few people used because it smelled of
mildew and was fairly secluded. If nothing was on the door they could
come
on in. They also informed me that on Thursday, Friday and Saturday
nights I
was to be here for them by 7:00.
They all headed out for the tavern. Brad said he would be back by
11:00.
Brad returned as promised and a minute later, the blonde showed up.
Brad
put the sock on the doorknob and locked it. The blonde said to
me, "Don't
you ever where any clothes?" I just smiled and didn't answer. By the
time
Brad walked the five feet from the door to the bed, he was naked. He
started to make out with the blonde and removing her clothes. Once
she was
naked as well, Brad said to her, "Let the expert cock sucker teach
you how
to do it" As she tried to protest, he responded "If you can't suck my
cock
like he does, then I ante going to fuck you either." So she agreed.
For the next thirty minutes, I tried my best to teach her how to take
his
cock down her throat. I would take his cock down my throat and then
have
her try. She gagged a lot at first, but soon she got the hang of it.
As she
continued to practice on his dick, I sucked on his balls. When she
went up
to make out with him, I took over on his cock.
I could tell that she was whispering something to him, but I could
not make
it out. Then Brad blurted out, "No fucking way, I ante into that
shit."
"Well if you don't fuck his ass, you don't fuck me," she said.
"Wait a minute, no one if fucking my ass," I added. "I'll fuck you
ass if I
damn well please. You don't get a choice." Brad added, "You do as I
say."
"You'll split my ass in half with that dick of yours!" I
exclaimed. "Don't
worry baby, I'll help get ready," the blonde added. Even before Brad
or I
could say anything else, she instructed Brad to get her purse and for
me to
lie on my back.
Out of her purse she pulled a tube of KY Jelly and spread some on her
finger. Next she pushed my legs apart and my knees up. And before I
knew
it, she had inserted the entire length of her finger in my ass. I
expected
more pain than there was. Next she started to wiggle it around and
then
pulling it out and back in, Suddenly she entered with two fingers. Her
thrusting speed increased and next there were three fingers.
I closed my eyes has I was adjusting to the new sensation. So I did
not see
her pull out a vibrator from her purse. She withdrew her fingers and
quietly slid the entire length of the tool in my ass. I jumped in
pain and
shock. She just continued to work my ass over with it. The vibrations
sent
chills through out my body. I was enjoying this sensation. I guessed
that
this smooth toy was maybe and 1" thick. I could have had her continue
for a
long time. But in my enjoyment, she pulled it all the way out and
quickly
replaced it with a much thicker longer veined Dildo This really
hurt. I
tried to get her to stop.
Brad grabbed my hands. He then straddled my chest and forced his cock
into
my mouth as the blonde continued to assault my ass with the Dildo
Soon the
pain in my rectum turned more into a pleasurable feeling.
"OK Brad, he is ready." And with that Brad pulled his very stiff dick
from
my mouth, I had a rush of fear come over me because Brad appeared to
be
larger than the Dildo the blonde used on my ass. As he repositioned,
she
pulled the Dildo from my ass and told me to push down. As I did, Brad
forced his dick all the way in my ass. I screamed in pain.
Brad exclaimed, "Damn this is one tight hole." The blonde bent down
and
took my very hard dick in her mouth. With all of the sensation, it
only
took her a minute or two to get me to blow my load. It was the
greatest
orgasm of my life. The blonde continued to milk my dick and Brad
continued
to pound my ass.
Soon the blonde was whining that she wanted some to. So Brad
suggested that
I fuck her. Much to my surprise I was instantly hard. The Blonde laid
down
on the bed and I on top of her. As I started to fuck her, Brad was
pushing
the Dildo into my ass. He tried holding it still and let me go deeper
on it
as I thrust in and out of her. After a few minutes he pulled the
Dildo out
with a popping noise and was soon he replaced it with his dick.
As his big dick entered my ass, I thought I was going to shoot my load
again, but I managed not to. Soon Brad shoot off his load in my ass,
this
triggered me to shoot as well. Brad collapsed down on me and I on to
the
blonde. Brad did not move until is dick was soft and popped out of my
ass. He told me to clean it off for him. I was hesitant, but took his
dick
in my mouth. I was amazed at the taste of his cum and my ass juices.
The three of us fell asleep on his small bunk with me in the
middle. Several hours latter, I awoke to a stiff dick in my ass-
crack; I
tried to smoothly push my ass down on his pole. I was in a great deal
of
pain as the head began to enter my ass. I jumped in response, waking
both
of them. The blonde smiled at me and said, "I want both of you in
me." Brad
stated, "I want her ass."
As we repositioned ourselves, Brad knocked her purse on to the floor.
As he
reached down to get it, he noticed that there was something else in
there. He pulled out a thick but short Dildo The blonde
said, "That's my
penis butt plug."
"Really," Brad said. He then pushed it into my mouth and twisted it a
few
times. He pulled it out and told me to get on all fours. As I did
this, he
took it and forced it in my ass. The pain was so intense. I was sure I
heard my ass tearing. As he laughed, he instructed me to lie on my
back. The blonde then climbed on my stiff cock and Brad then entered
her
ass. We started out slowly to build a groove. Once we were in sink,
the
speed picked up.
The blonde began to moan loader and loader. I figured she was close to
cuming and within minutes all three of us hit the climax. As Brad
pulled
out of her ass, he told me to clean him off. As I did, she took my
dick in
her mouth can polished it for me. As she sucked on my dick, she
pulled the
butt plug out of my now very sore ass. Brad asked, "Can I keep that?"
to
which she said fine.
As the two of them started to cuddle, I climbed up to my bunk and
went to
sleep.
They finally fell a sleep and so did I. At some point, I thought I
heard
them leave, but I was so tired that I didn't pay attention to them.
Some
time later, I was dreaming about the events of the past two days. I
dreamt
that I was being the focus of the attention instead of giving all of
it. I
suddenly woke to find Nick stroking my cock.
"Hey, I thought you might be in need of some release." I smiled as he
continued to stroke me. After a few minutes I suggested that he climb
in
bed with me. He did, but he did not undress. So I reached for his
belt and
then his pants. I pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. He
laid in
the opposite direction as I did. Once I pulled off his shirt, he
started to
stroke my dick again; I leaned over him and took his hardening dick
in my
mouth. I slowly worshiped his perfect dick as he slowly massaged my
dick.
After what seemed to be an hour of this, Brad walked in. Nick quickly
let
go of my dick. I just continued to suck on his.
"What's the matter, did you pick up some loser who wouldn't put out
either?" Brad asked Nick. "Just not as good as this cock sucker," he
replied.
"You made quite the impression on my date last night. She wants a
repeat
performance tonight. She will be here around eleven." Brad informed
me. "If
you guys want to continue this, go else where. I need to get some
sleep."
Nick said, "I should go study some." We both got up. Nick dressed and
I
grabbed my things for the shower. Nick then followed me down the hall
to
the shower room. As I pushed open the door, Nick said, "We can finish
another time."
I studied the rest of the day. Around 8, I headed back to the room. I
did
what was becoming a routine. I entered the door and then immediately
stripped. The three guys were there.
Ben said, "We have been waiting for you. You need to get us off
before our
dates tonight so we can last longer." As he was speaking, he pulled
his
dick out of his pants. As I took his dick in my mouth he
continued, "Maybe
we need to have a schedule so the cock sucker knows when to be here
to take
care of business." Brad added, "And maybe some kind of sign so you
guys
aren't walking in on me and my dates. It could indicate where the
slut will
be so if your not getting anything you know where to find it."
As I sucked the three of them off, they batted around a bunch of
ideas. Finally they decided that if sock was on the doorknob that
they just
needed to leave. But if my jock were on the doorknob, I would be in
the
basement lounge. It was a lounge few people used because it smelled of
mildew and was fairly secluded. If nothing was on the door they could
come
on in. They also informed me that on Thursday, Friday and Saturday
nights I
was to be here for them by 7:00.
They all headed out for the tavern. Brad said he would be back by
11:00.
Brad returned as promised and a minute later, the blonde showed up.
Brad
put the sock on the doorknob and locked it. The blonde said to
me, "Don't
you ever where any clothes?" I just smiled and didn't answer. By the
time
Brad walked the five feet from the door to the bed, he was naked. He
started to make out with the blonde and removing her clothes. Once
she was
naked as well, Brad said to her, "Let the expert cock sucker teach
you how
to do it" As she tried to protest, he responded "If you can't suck my
cock
like he does, then I ante going to fuck you either." So she agreed.
For the next thirty minutes, I tried my best to teach her how to take
his
cock down her throat. I would take his cock down my throat and then
have
her try. She gagged a lot at first, but soon she got the hang of it.
As she
continued to practice on his dick, I sucked on his balls. When she
went up
to make out with him, I took over on his cock.
I could tell that she was whispering something to him, but I could
not make
it out. Then Brad blurted out, "No fucking way, I ante into that
shit."
"Well if you don't fuck his ass, you don't fuck me," she said.
"Wait a minute, no one if fucking my ass," I added. "I'll fuck you
ass if I
damn well please. You don't get a choice." Brad added, "You do as I
say."
"You'll split my ass in half with that dick of yours!" I
exclaimed. "Don't
worry baby, I'll help get ready," the blonde added. Even before Brad
or I
could say anything else, she instructed Brad to get her purse and for
me to
lie on my back.
Out of her purse she pulled a tube of KY Jelly and spread some on her
finger. Next she pushed my legs apart and my knees up. And before I
knew
it, she had inserted the entire length of her finger in my ass. I
expected
more pain than there was. Next she started to wiggle it around and
then
pulling it out and back in, Suddenly she entered with two fingers. Her
thrusting speed increased and next there were three fingers.
I closed my eyes has I was adjusting to the new sensation. So I did
not see
her pull out a vibrator from her purse. She withdrew her fingers and
quietly slid the entire length of the tool in my ass. I jumped in
pain and
shock. She just continued to work my ass over with it. The vibrations
sent
chills through out my body. I was enjoying this sensation. I guessed
that
this smooth toy was maybe and 1" thick. I could have had her continue
for a
long time. But in my enjoyment, she pulled it all the way out and
quickly
replaced it with a much thicker longer veined Dildo This really
hurt. I
tried to get her to stop.
Brad grabbed my hands. He then straddled my chest and forced his cock
into
my mouth as the blonde continued to assault my ass with the Dildo
Soon the
pain in my rectum turned more into a pleasurable feeling.
"OK Brad, he is ready." And with that Brad pulled his very stiff dick
from
my mouth, I had a rush of fear come over me because Brad appeared to
be
larger than the Dildo the blonde used on my ass. As he repositioned,
she
pulled the Dildo from my ass and told me to push down. As I did, Brad
forced his dick all the way in my ass. I screamed in pain.
Brad exclaimed, "Damn this is one tight hole." The blonde bent down
and
took my very hard dick in her mouth. With all of the sensation, it
only
took her a minute or two to get me to blow my load. It was the
greatest
orgasm of my life. The blonde continued to milk my dick and Brad
continued
to pound my ass.
Soon the blonde was whining that she wanted some to. So Brad
suggested that
I fuck her. Much to my surprise I was instantly hard. The Blonde laid
down
on the bed and I on top of her. As I started to fuck her, Brad was
pushing
the Dildo into my ass. He tried holding it still and let me go deeper
on it
as I thrust in and out of her. After a few minutes he pulled the
Dildo out
with a popping noise and was soon he replaced it with his dick.
As his big dick entered my ass, I thought I was going to shoot my load
again, but I managed not to. Soon Brad shoot off his load in my ass,
this
triggered me to shoot as well. Brad collapsed down on me and I on to
the
blonde. Brad did not move until is dick was soft and popped out of my
ass. He told me to clean it off for him. I was hesitant, but took his
dick
in my mouth. I was amazed at the taste of his cum and my ass juices.
The three of us fell asleep on his small bunk with me in the
middle. Several hours latter, I awoke to a stiff dick in my ass-
crack; I
tried to smoothly push my ass down on his pole. I was in a great deal
of
pain as the head began to enter my ass. I jumped in response, waking
both
of them. The blonde smiled at me and said, "I want both of you in
me." Brad
stated, "I want her ass."
As we repositioned ourselves, Brad knocked her purse on to the floor.
As he
reached down to get it, he noticed that there was something else in
there. He pulled out a thick but short Dildo The blonde
said, "That's my
penis butt plug."
"Really," Brad said. He then pushed it into my mouth and twisted it a
few
times. He pulled it out and told me to get on all fours. As I did
this, he
took it and forced it in my ass. The pain was so intense. I was sure I
heard my ass tearing. As he laughed, he instructed me to lie on my
back. The blonde then climbed on my stiff cock and Brad then entered
her
ass. We started out slowly to build a groove. Once we were in sink,
the
speed picked up.
The blonde began to moan loader and loader. I figured she was close to
cuming and within minutes all three of us hit the climax. As Brad
pulled
out of her ass, he told me to clean him off. As I did, she took my
dick in
her mouth can polished it for me. As she sucked on my dick, she
pulled the
butt plug out of my now very sore ass. Brad asked, "Can I keep that?"
to
which she said fine.
As the two of them started to cuddle, I climbed up to my bunk and
went to
sleep.
fred31ray
Slut
this is another hot story i love it is a 4 part here is the first part
Fraternity Pledge 1 ByRegnar Reklaw
Scott thought that being pledged to the best fraternity on campus was a dream come true. The dream soon turned into a nightmare.
For the first five days, Scott noticed nothing unusual. Pledge week was pretty much as he expected it to be. The hazing was fairly ordinary for the standards of the 70's. He was forced to dress in torn sneakers, cut off shorts, a tee shirt and a beanie. He thought the cut off shorts were cut off a bit too short. He had difficulty keeping his cock and balls from dropping out of one leg or the other. He thought that the tee shirt was a bit too tight. Every muscle of his chest and abs was clearly outlined and his nipples showed as dark peaks through the thin material. But he concluded that was only done to add to his embarrassment.
For five days, he wore the uncomfortable clothes. He remembered to say `Sir' to all the brothers. He followed all their silly orders to the letter. He scrubbed the Frat House floors with a toothbrush. He pushed a peanut down the sidewalk with his nose. He ate raw liver and drank sour milk. He bent over and took the paddle on his ass and said `Thank you, Sir, may I have another, Sir' just as he was supposed to. He did all the silly things designed to embarrass and humiliate him and thought it was worth it to get into the best fraternity on campus.
On the sixth day, the silliness turned serious. The pledges were confined to the Frat House. They were given only jockstraps to wear. As they were paraded from room to room, the brothers grabbed their asses and groped the pouches of their jockstraps. The pledges who protested the groping were told they were not frat material and that they would not be pledged. Scott did not like the groping but he did not protest. He thought it another silly test and was glad that he passed it.
After the protesters left, there were nine pledges remaining. They were paraded in their jockstraps through the house again. The second time the groping was worse. Fingers delved into ass cracks and poked at assholes. Fingers reached inside of jockstraps and fondled cocks and balls. Fingers pinched and twisted nipples. As the brothers groped the pledges, they asked over and over again `Are you a cocksucker?' Three of the pledges said `yes.' Six of the pledges, including Scott, said `no.' The silliness had gone too far for Scott. Joining the fraternity was not worth calling himself a cocksucker.
The three pledges who said `yes' were lined up at the far end of a long narrow basement room. The six pledges who said `no' were lined up at the other end. The brothers lined up side by side along the long side walls of the room. There were twelve men on each side, dressed only in jock straps and each holding a paddle. The pledge master stepped from his position at the head of one line and stood before the six pledges who said `no.'
Tad Hunter was tall, blond, blue-eyed and muscular, a Nordic god in collegiate clothing. He was the Pledge Master. He held the pledge paddle in one hand as the symbol of his supreme authority. He surveyed the six pledges with an icily regal stair. He walked up and down the line. He tapped the end of the paddle in the palm of his hand as he walked. As he walked past, five of the pledges cast their eyes down and bowed their heads. Scott stood unbowed and looked the Pledge Master defiantly in the eye.
Tad stared back into Scotts dark eyes for a moment. He turned on his heel and walked back down the line. As he passed the other five pledges, he tapped each man on the shoulder with the tip of the paddle.
"You are not fraternity material," he said. "Go upstairs, get dressed and get out."
Tad then pointed the paddle at Scott.
"You," he said, "get down to the other end of the room and join the others."
"Yes, Sir," Scott responded automatically. Five days of practice had made the respectful response automatic.
Scott did not know if he was relieved to be accepted into the fraternity or worried that he was not thrown out. He did not like the sexual tone the hazing had taken. The tone was decidedly too homosexual for him. He hoped that part of the hazing had ended. Jockstraps, paddling and horseplay was one thing. Grab ass, nipple twisting and crotch groping was another. He had had quite enough of the latter.
The room was small, scantily furnished and gloomily lit. Scott Dewar lay face down uponthe bed. He was naked. His smooth muscular body glistened with sweat. He was spread eagled. His wrists and ankles were bound with sturdy cords that were tied to the corners of the bed frame. His hips rested on a thick cushion that raised his ass above the dirty mattress. His cock and ballshung down between his wide spread legs. His cock was hard. The foreskin was drawn back fromthe big pink head.. Pearly beads dropped from its thick lips into a pool of cum on the dirty mattressbelow. His balls were an angry red. They were tied in a tight package by a thick cord which wound around the neck of his nut sack and then around each ball.
Scott's head rested upon the mattress but he was not asleep. His short brown hair wastousled and glued to his forehead by sweat. His handsome face was contorted with pain. His lips were dry. Saliva drooled from the corner of his open mouth onto the mattress. He panted andgroaned between pants. His dark brown eyes were focused on the dial of a timer. Its thin red handticked off the minutes from zero to thirty. The hand passed twenty- nine and clicked onto thirty. Abuzzer sounded and stopped. The thin red hand snapped back up to zero and started counting theminutes again.
Scott's dark eyes moved from the dial of the counter to the door.
Tad Hunter, the Pledge Master, opened the door and stepped into the gloomy interior of theroom. The tall blond fraternity brother was dressed only in a jock strap. The soft cotton pouch was stained with a yellowed patch of dried cum. The Pledge Master was followed by a mountain ofmuscle and fat. He too was dressed only in a jock strap. His hairy belly hung over the elasticwaistband. The soft cotton pouch was unstained and stretched to bursting.
The two nearly naked men walked over to the side of the bed.
"Well Scott," Tad smiled and spoke in a friendly tone, "this is the end of the first cycle. He's number twenty-four. "
With a wave of his hand, Tad indicated the hairy mountain of fat and muscle standing besidehim. The hairy mountain of fat and muscle nodded his head at Scott and grinned.
"We've saved the best for last, " Tad continued. "Max Green has the biggest dick in theFrat House. Hell, he has the biggest dick on campus if not the state."
Max grin turned wolfish as he hefted the heavy pouch of his jock strap with one big hairyhand.
Scott looked at the massive cock and balls outlined under the stretched white fabric of thepouch and shuddered.
Tad smiled at Scott's reaction.
"Show the pledge what you've got, Max," Tad said.
"Yes Sir," Max was properly respectful and happily obedient to the Pledge Master.
Max hooked his thick thumbs into the elastic waistband of his jock strap and pulled it outfrom under the roll of his fat hairy belly. He let the jock strap slide down his hairy thighs and drop to the floor. His big cock sprang up and slapped against the roll of his fat hairy belly. His heavyballs dropped down between his massive thighs. They looked like two potatoes in a hairy sack.
Scott shuddered again and moaned. Tad smiled again with satisfaction.
Max grinned with pride.
"Scott, that's twelve inches of cock. It's four inches thick." Tad paused to let themeasurements sink into to Scott's pain fogged brain. "When he fucks you, it will be worst than the first time when I fucked you. It will be worse than the other twenty-two times combined. Max'scock is an ass wrecker. You'll think you're cherry is being smashed all over again. He'll make youscream. He'll make you beg. He'll make you cum."
"Hell, that ain't hard," Max laughed, "all the brothers said he comes every time he's fucked. Just stick a hard dick up his ass and he shoots another big load."
Tad and Max both laughed. Scott blushed with shame. The puddle of cum on the mattressbetween his wide spread legs was proof of their words.
Tad's tone turned avuncular.
"You know the rules Scott. You have one cycle to decide if you're a cocksucker. You willbe fucked every half hour while you think it over. The cycle ends with Max. He is number twenty- four. You will have until he finishes his fuck to decide."
Tad reached out and tousled Scott's soft brown hair. Scott shook his head to avoid thePledge Master's touch.
Tad looked disgusted. His tone turned hard and mean.
"Don't be stubborn Scotty. We can keep this up longer than you can. You don't want tostart another cycle. If after the fifth or six fuck you change your mind, the cycle will have to be completed. All the frat brothers will have to have another turn before you get to suck cock. That'sthe rule. Think about it Scotty. Twenty-four more fucks. One every half hour. Non-stop andending with Max again. Your ass will be fucked to hamburger. You won't be able to shit in abucket. And after the second cycle, if you're still stubborn, there will be a third and a fourth and afifth. We won't stop. If you get too worn out, we'll let you rest and then we'll start all over again. Eventually you will admit you're a cocksucker. Every pledge admits he's a cocksucker. I did. Max did. All the brothers did. We've all sucked cock. Save yourself all that pain. Admit it now. Join us. Be a brother. Max will have his fuck and it will be over. All you'll have to do is suck allour cocks. Come on Scotty, what do you say."
Scott looked at Tad's smiling face. He looked at Max's huge cock rising from the frat brother's hairy groin and curving up and back towards his fat hairy belly.
Max saw Scott's eye were fixed on his cock. With one big hairy hand, he hefted his hugeballs and rolled them around with his fingers.
"Got a big load for you, Scotty," he said. "Been waiting all night for my turn. Heard yousquealing and grunting when the other brothers fucked you. Turned me on. Got my balls hot and my dick hard. Gonna plow you into the mattress. Gonna fuck you raw. Gonna wreck your ass. Bestubborn Scotty. Don't give in. I want another go at you. All the brothers want another turn at bat.Twenty-four hard cocks aching for another chance to fuck you. Be stubborn Scotty. Do your fratbrothers a favor. Hold out for a week. Let us get some really good fucking time in before you suckour cocks."
"Well, Scotty," Tad asked. "You want to tell us now. Remember you have only until theend of Max's fuck to change your mind, then the next cycle begins. Come on Scotty, say you are a cocksucker."
Scott looked away from Max's huge hard-on to Tad's hard smiling face. He licked his drylips. He summoned up his strength to lift his head slightly from the mattress.
"Go to Hell," he said.
Tad's _expression changed to a look of disgust.
"Fuck him, Max,"he said, "fuck him to Hell."
"Yes, Sir," Max responded respectfully and happily.
Max climbed onto the bed and knelt between Scott's widespread legs.
Scott felt the mattress sink beneath the big man's weight.
Max placed a big hairy paw on the back of each of Scott's smooth thighs. He dug his thickfingers into the heavy muscles. He pushed his hands upward over the thigh muscles to the hard mounds of Scott's ass.
Scott groaned partly from the pain of the thick fingers squeezing his sore ass and partly inanticipation of what was coming.
Max squeezed the big muscles and slid his hands over until his thumbs were in Scott's asscrack.
Fraternity Pledge 1 ByRegnar Reklaw
Scott thought that being pledged to the best fraternity on campus was a dream come true. The dream soon turned into a nightmare.
For the first five days, Scott noticed nothing unusual. Pledge week was pretty much as he expected it to be. The hazing was fairly ordinary for the standards of the 70's. He was forced to dress in torn sneakers, cut off shorts, a tee shirt and a beanie. He thought the cut off shorts were cut off a bit too short. He had difficulty keeping his cock and balls from dropping out of one leg or the other. He thought that the tee shirt was a bit too tight. Every muscle of his chest and abs was clearly outlined and his nipples showed as dark peaks through the thin material. But he concluded that was only done to add to his embarrassment.
For five days, he wore the uncomfortable clothes. He remembered to say `Sir' to all the brothers. He followed all their silly orders to the letter. He scrubbed the Frat House floors with a toothbrush. He pushed a peanut down the sidewalk with his nose. He ate raw liver and drank sour milk. He bent over and took the paddle on his ass and said `Thank you, Sir, may I have another, Sir' just as he was supposed to. He did all the silly things designed to embarrass and humiliate him and thought it was worth it to get into the best fraternity on campus.
On the sixth day, the silliness turned serious. The pledges were confined to the Frat House. They were given only jockstraps to wear. As they were paraded from room to room, the brothers grabbed their asses and groped the pouches of their jockstraps. The pledges who protested the groping were told they were not frat material and that they would not be pledged. Scott did not like the groping but he did not protest. He thought it another silly test and was glad that he passed it.
After the protesters left, there were nine pledges remaining. They were paraded in their jockstraps through the house again. The second time the groping was worse. Fingers delved into ass cracks and poked at assholes. Fingers reached inside of jockstraps and fondled cocks and balls. Fingers pinched and twisted nipples. As the brothers groped the pledges, they asked over and over again `Are you a cocksucker?' Three of the pledges said `yes.' Six of the pledges, including Scott, said `no.' The silliness had gone too far for Scott. Joining the fraternity was not worth calling himself a cocksucker.
The three pledges who said `yes' were lined up at the far end of a long narrow basement room. The six pledges who said `no' were lined up at the other end. The brothers lined up side by side along the long side walls of the room. There were twelve men on each side, dressed only in jock straps and each holding a paddle. The pledge master stepped from his position at the head of one line and stood before the six pledges who said `no.'
Tad Hunter was tall, blond, blue-eyed and muscular, a Nordic god in collegiate clothing. He was the Pledge Master. He held the pledge paddle in one hand as the symbol of his supreme authority. He surveyed the six pledges with an icily regal stair. He walked up and down the line. He tapped the end of the paddle in the palm of his hand as he walked. As he walked past, five of the pledges cast their eyes down and bowed their heads. Scott stood unbowed and looked the Pledge Master defiantly in the eye.
Tad stared back into Scotts dark eyes for a moment. He turned on his heel and walked back down the line. As he passed the other five pledges, he tapped each man on the shoulder with the tip of the paddle.
"You are not fraternity material," he said. "Go upstairs, get dressed and get out."
Tad then pointed the paddle at Scott.
"You," he said, "get down to the other end of the room and join the others."
"Yes, Sir," Scott responded automatically. Five days of practice had made the respectful response automatic.
Scott did not know if he was relieved to be accepted into the fraternity or worried that he was not thrown out. He did not like the sexual tone the hazing had taken. The tone was decidedly too homosexual for him. He hoped that part of the hazing had ended. Jockstraps, paddling and horseplay was one thing. Grab ass, nipple twisting and crotch groping was another. He had had quite enough of the latter.
The room was small, scantily furnished and gloomily lit. Scott Dewar lay face down uponthe bed. He was naked. His smooth muscular body glistened with sweat. He was spread eagled. His wrists and ankles were bound with sturdy cords that were tied to the corners of the bed frame. His hips rested on a thick cushion that raised his ass above the dirty mattress. His cock and ballshung down between his wide spread legs. His cock was hard. The foreskin was drawn back fromthe big pink head.. Pearly beads dropped from its thick lips into a pool of cum on the dirty mattressbelow. His balls were an angry red. They were tied in a tight package by a thick cord which wound around the neck of his nut sack and then around each ball.
Scott's head rested upon the mattress but he was not asleep. His short brown hair wastousled and glued to his forehead by sweat. His handsome face was contorted with pain. His lips were dry. Saliva drooled from the corner of his open mouth onto the mattress. He panted andgroaned between pants. His dark brown eyes were focused on the dial of a timer. Its thin red handticked off the minutes from zero to thirty. The hand passed twenty- nine and clicked onto thirty. Abuzzer sounded and stopped. The thin red hand snapped back up to zero and started counting theminutes again.
Scott's dark eyes moved from the dial of the counter to the door.
Tad Hunter, the Pledge Master, opened the door and stepped into the gloomy interior of theroom. The tall blond fraternity brother was dressed only in a jock strap. The soft cotton pouch was stained with a yellowed patch of dried cum. The Pledge Master was followed by a mountain ofmuscle and fat. He too was dressed only in a jock strap. His hairy belly hung over the elasticwaistband. The soft cotton pouch was unstained and stretched to bursting.
The two nearly naked men walked over to the side of the bed.
"Well Scott," Tad smiled and spoke in a friendly tone, "this is the end of the first cycle. He's number twenty-four. "
With a wave of his hand, Tad indicated the hairy mountain of fat and muscle standing besidehim. The hairy mountain of fat and muscle nodded his head at Scott and grinned.
"We've saved the best for last, " Tad continued. "Max Green has the biggest dick in theFrat House. Hell, he has the biggest dick on campus if not the state."
Max grin turned wolfish as he hefted the heavy pouch of his jock strap with one big hairyhand.
Scott looked at the massive cock and balls outlined under the stretched white fabric of thepouch and shuddered.
Tad smiled at Scott's reaction.
"Show the pledge what you've got, Max," Tad said.
"Yes Sir," Max was properly respectful and happily obedient to the Pledge Master.
Max hooked his thick thumbs into the elastic waistband of his jock strap and pulled it outfrom under the roll of his fat hairy belly. He let the jock strap slide down his hairy thighs and drop to the floor. His big cock sprang up and slapped against the roll of his fat hairy belly. His heavyballs dropped down between his massive thighs. They looked like two potatoes in a hairy sack.
Scott shuddered again and moaned. Tad smiled again with satisfaction.
Max grinned with pride.
"Scott, that's twelve inches of cock. It's four inches thick." Tad paused to let themeasurements sink into to Scott's pain fogged brain. "When he fucks you, it will be worst than the first time when I fucked you. It will be worse than the other twenty-two times combined. Max'scock is an ass wrecker. You'll think you're cherry is being smashed all over again. He'll make youscream. He'll make you beg. He'll make you cum."
"Hell, that ain't hard," Max laughed, "all the brothers said he comes every time he's fucked. Just stick a hard dick up his ass and he shoots another big load."
Tad and Max both laughed. Scott blushed with shame. The puddle of cum on the mattressbetween his wide spread legs was proof of their words.
Tad's tone turned avuncular.
"You know the rules Scott. You have one cycle to decide if you're a cocksucker. You willbe fucked every half hour while you think it over. The cycle ends with Max. He is number twenty- four. You will have until he finishes his fuck to decide."
Tad reached out and tousled Scott's soft brown hair. Scott shook his head to avoid thePledge Master's touch.
Tad looked disgusted. His tone turned hard and mean.
"Don't be stubborn Scotty. We can keep this up longer than you can. You don't want tostart another cycle. If after the fifth or six fuck you change your mind, the cycle will have to be completed. All the frat brothers will have to have another turn before you get to suck cock. That'sthe rule. Think about it Scotty. Twenty-four more fucks. One every half hour. Non-stop andending with Max again. Your ass will be fucked to hamburger. You won't be able to shit in abucket. And after the second cycle, if you're still stubborn, there will be a third and a fourth and afifth. We won't stop. If you get too worn out, we'll let you rest and then we'll start all over again. Eventually you will admit you're a cocksucker. Every pledge admits he's a cocksucker. I did. Max did. All the brothers did. We've all sucked cock. Save yourself all that pain. Admit it now. Join us. Be a brother. Max will have his fuck and it will be over. All you'll have to do is suck allour cocks. Come on Scotty, what do you say."
Scott looked at Tad's smiling face. He looked at Max's huge cock rising from the frat brother's hairy groin and curving up and back towards his fat hairy belly.
Max saw Scott's eye were fixed on his cock. With one big hairy hand, he hefted his hugeballs and rolled them around with his fingers.
"Got a big load for you, Scotty," he said. "Been waiting all night for my turn. Heard yousquealing and grunting when the other brothers fucked you. Turned me on. Got my balls hot and my dick hard. Gonna plow you into the mattress. Gonna fuck you raw. Gonna wreck your ass. Bestubborn Scotty. Don't give in. I want another go at you. All the brothers want another turn at bat.Twenty-four hard cocks aching for another chance to fuck you. Be stubborn Scotty. Do your fratbrothers a favor. Hold out for a week. Let us get some really good fucking time in before you suckour cocks."
"Well, Scotty," Tad asked. "You want to tell us now. Remember you have only until theend of Max's fuck to change your mind, then the next cycle begins. Come on Scotty, say you are a cocksucker."
Scott looked away from Max's huge hard-on to Tad's hard smiling face. He licked his drylips. He summoned up his strength to lift his head slightly from the mattress.
"Go to Hell," he said.
Tad's _expression changed to a look of disgust.
"Fuck him, Max,"he said, "fuck him to Hell."
"Yes, Sir," Max responded respectfully and happily.
Max climbed onto the bed and knelt between Scott's widespread legs.
Scott felt the mattress sink beneath the big man's weight.
Max placed a big hairy paw on the back of each of Scott's smooth thighs. He dug his thickfingers into the heavy muscles. He pushed his hands upward over the thigh muscles to the hard mounds of Scott's ass.
Scott groaned partly from the pain of the thick fingers squeezing his sore ass and partly inanticipation of what was coming.
Max squeezed the big muscles and slid his hands over until his thumbs were in Scott's asscrack.
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By
Regnar Reklaw
Part II
Scott whimpered as the thick fingers moved ever closer to
his tender ass hole.
Max ran his rough thumbs over the puffy lips of Scott's
asshole. The opening was no longer small and puckered. Twenty-three
fucks had loosened the college boy up. The wrinkled lips were raw
and swollen to perfect smoothness. The once tight hole was a little
open circle with cum oozing out of it.
"You been opened up some," Max said," but not enough for my
big hog. I'm gonna have to stretch you out a bit."
The big hairy frat brother drove both thumbs into Scott's
tender asshole. He twisted his thumbs around and then pulled them
apart. As he pried Scott's asshole open a stream of cum gushed out
and fell into the puddle between Scott's legs.
"Ain't gonna need no lube," Max laughed. "He's got plenty of
nut oil in him."
Scott's head snapped up. His eyes opened wide. His mouth
gaped opened. He screamed. As pain shot through his body and blasted
into his brain. He felt as if his asshole was being ripped apart.
Every muscle in his body strained. He shook with spasms of agony. In
twenty-three fucks, he had never felt so much pain.
Max pulled his thumbs out of Scott's ass.
Scott collapsed back onto the bed.
Tad reached out with one hand and tousled Scott's soft brown
hair. This time Scott did not try to avoid the Pledge master's
touch. He did not have the strength to resist.
"Hope you enjoyed that Scotty," Tad laughed. "Max's dick is
bigger than his two thumbs combined."
Max looked down between Scott's legs. The pledge's cock was
rock hard and throbbing. With each pulse the snout of his cockhead
dipped into the pool of cum on the mattress as if it were trying to
lap it up.
Max laughed.
"The fucker likes it," he crowed to Tad. "He's hard as a
rock and almost ready to shoot."
"You a pain pig, Scotty?" Tad sneered as he asked the
question. "You like it better when it hurts? You're really going to
love Max's hog. You're going to be one happy pig."
Max slapped one of Scott's ass cheeks with a big hairy hand.
"Is that why you're holding out Scotty," Max asked. "you
like being fucked so much, you don't want us to stop? Twenty-four
fucks is not enough for you? You want forty-eight or seventy-two? "
Max had to stop at seventy-two as that was the limit of his
mathematical abilities to multiply twenty-four in his head.
"He may find one fuck from you, Max, is all he needs," Tad
laughed.
"If the boy likes hog," Max responded, "I'm going to send him
to hog heaven.'
Max used both his big hairy hands to grasp the thick shaft of
his huge dick. He wrestled the thick slab of meat down and pushed
the snout of his cock head into Scott's open asshole.
"Get ready to be porked, boy," Max roared, "the big hog is
coming in."
Scott tensed his body. He closed his eyes. He clamped his
jaw shut. He held his breath.
Max forced his big cockhead into Scott's asshole. The
opening stretched wider and wider. The thick puffy lips became a thin
tightly stretched band half way down the huge knob.
Scott's dug his fingers into the mattress. The muscles of
his calves bulged as his toes pointed. He grunted three times
deeply. His eyes opened wide. A thin shrill scream gurgled from
his throat.
Max pushed harder. His big cockhead popped inside Scotty's
ass and the overstretched asslips clamped down around the thick shaft.
Scott felt the increasing pain as his asshole stretched and
stretched to take the big cockhead in. He felt a lightening flash of
agony as the huge knob popped inside him and his asshole snapped
tighly around the shaft.
"No!" Scott screamed. "Too big! Too big! Take it out!"
"I ain't in yet, Scotty," Max released his cock and placed
his hands on Scott's hips to hold the squirming pledge down. "That's
just the hog's head. He's taking a peek at his new home. Wait until
he moves in."
"No!" Scott screamed. "I'm a cocksucker! Take it out! I'm a
cocksucker! Please, please, stop him."
"You know I can't do that, Scotty," Tad tousled Scott's soft
brown hair again. "The rules of the cycle are that every brother
gets a fuck. It's Max's turn. He's been waiting a long time. It
wouldn't be fair to cheat him out of his turn."
Scott with panic in his eyes looked at Tad's smiling face.
"Please, Sir, please," Tad hoped respect might sway the
Pledge Master. "He's too big. He'll split me open. I'll do
anything. I'll suck you're cock, Sir. I'll suck all the brothers'
cocks. Please, Sir."
"Of course you'll suck my cock," Max patted Scott's tear
streaked cheek. "You'll suck all the brothers cocks and the other
pledges too after Max fucks you."
"No, no, no," Scott sobbed, "I can't take it. Too big. Too
big."
Tad ignored Scott's plea.
"Go ahead, Max," he said, "show your hog his new home."
"Yes, Sir," Max replied respectfully and happily.
Max tightened his grip on Scott's hips. His thick hairy
fingers dug into Scott's smooth skin.
The big man slightly shifted his position upon his knees and thrust
his wide hips forward. His fat hairy ass dimpled on each side and
the thick muscles contracted. The thick shaft of his cock drove into
Scott's ass. His huge cock head plowed into the pledge's guts. His
fat hairy belly slammed into Scott's ass.
Scott screamed. His body contorted in a spasm of agony. A
red-hot telephone pole had just been rammed up his ass. He threw his
head back. His fingers clawed at the dirty mattress cover. In an
unreasoning spasm of agony, he thrust back onto the huge shaft
pushing into him.
Max's thick shaft slid in to the root. His wiry pubes
crushed against Scott's smooth ass. Scott's hard cock leapt upward
and shot a load of hot cum upon Max's big hairy balls.
"It's true," Max crowed as he felt the hot slugs splatter
against his balls, "the fucker's shooting his load. Just stick a
dick in him and he comes."
"Twenty-four dicks," Tad laughed. "Twenty-four cums. You'd
think the bastard's balls would be drained but he keeps pumping out
load after load. He's hot for hog."
"It'll be thirty loads before I'm finished with him." Max
ground his big dick inside Scott's aching ass as he spoke making his
cum dripping balls slap against Scott's hard cock and bound balls.
My hog will wring another six out of him. I'll drain his balls for
him."
Max slid his hairy hands from off Scott's hips, up his sides
and to his shoulders. As he did so, he laid himself down on Scott's
back.
Scott could feel Max's big hairy belly covering his ass and
hips. He could feel the frat brother's heavy hairy chest pressing
into his back. The big man's weight smothered him. The heat from
his body was oppressive. He could feel the man's hot breath on the
back of his neck. He struggled. He squirmed. He writhed beneath
the massive weight crushing him against the dirty mattress. Every
movement increased his pain. Against his will, his body fought to
expel the huge invader inside him.
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Part II
Scott whimpered as the thick fingers moved ever closer to
his tender ass hole.
Max ran his rough thumbs over the puffy lips of Scott's
asshole. The opening was no longer small and puckered. Twenty-three
fucks had loosened the college boy up. The wrinkled lips were raw
and swollen to perfect smoothness. The once tight hole was a little
open circle with cum oozing out of it.
"You been opened up some," Max said," but not enough for my
big hog. I'm gonna have to stretch you out a bit."
The big hairy frat brother drove both thumbs into Scott's
tender asshole. He twisted his thumbs around and then pulled them
apart. As he pried Scott's asshole open a stream of cum gushed out
and fell into the puddle between Scott's legs.
"Ain't gonna need no lube," Max laughed. "He's got plenty of
nut oil in him."
Scott's head snapped up. His eyes opened wide. His mouth
gaped opened. He screamed. As pain shot through his body and blasted
into his brain. He felt as if his asshole was being ripped apart.
Every muscle in his body strained. He shook with spasms of agony. In
twenty-three fucks, he had never felt so much pain.
Max pulled his thumbs out of Scott's ass.
Scott collapsed back onto the bed.
Tad reached out with one hand and tousled Scott's soft brown
hair. This time Scott did not try to avoid the Pledge master's
touch. He did not have the strength to resist.
"Hope you enjoyed that Scotty," Tad laughed. "Max's dick is
bigger than his two thumbs combined."
Max looked down between Scott's legs. The pledge's cock was
rock hard and throbbing. With each pulse the snout of his cockhead
dipped into the pool of cum on the mattress as if it were trying to
lap it up.
Max laughed.
"The fucker likes it," he crowed to Tad. "He's hard as a
rock and almost ready to shoot."
"You a pain pig, Scotty?" Tad sneered as he asked the
question. "You like it better when it hurts? You're really going to
love Max's hog. You're going to be one happy pig."
Max slapped one of Scott's ass cheeks with a big hairy hand.
"Is that why you're holding out Scotty," Max asked. "you
like being fucked so much, you don't want us to stop? Twenty-four
fucks is not enough for you? You want forty-eight or seventy-two? "
Max had to stop at seventy-two as that was the limit of his
mathematical abilities to multiply twenty-four in his head.
"He may find one fuck from you, Max, is all he needs," Tad
laughed.
"If the boy likes hog," Max responded, "I'm going to send him
to hog heaven.'
Max used both his big hairy hands to grasp the thick shaft of
his huge dick. He wrestled the thick slab of meat down and pushed
the snout of his cock head into Scott's open asshole.
"Get ready to be porked, boy," Max roared, "the big hog is
coming in."
Scott tensed his body. He closed his eyes. He clamped his
jaw shut. He held his breath.
Max forced his big cockhead into Scott's asshole. The
opening stretched wider and wider. The thick puffy lips became a thin
tightly stretched band half way down the huge knob.
Scott's dug his fingers into the mattress. The muscles of
his calves bulged as his toes pointed. He grunted three times
deeply. His eyes opened wide. A thin shrill scream gurgled from
his throat.
Max pushed harder. His big cockhead popped inside Scotty's
ass and the overstretched asslips clamped down around the thick shaft.
Scott felt the increasing pain as his asshole stretched and
stretched to take the big cockhead in. He felt a lightening flash of
agony as the huge knob popped inside him and his asshole snapped
tighly around the shaft.
"No!" Scott screamed. "Too big! Too big! Take it out!"
"I ain't in yet, Scotty," Max released his cock and placed
his hands on Scott's hips to hold the squirming pledge down. "That's
just the hog's head. He's taking a peek at his new home. Wait until
he moves in."
"No!" Scott screamed. "I'm a cocksucker! Take it out! I'm a
cocksucker! Please, please, stop him."
"You know I can't do that, Scotty," Tad tousled Scott's soft
brown hair again. "The rules of the cycle are that every brother
gets a fuck. It's Max's turn. He's been waiting a long time. It
wouldn't be fair to cheat him out of his turn."
Scott with panic in his eyes looked at Tad's smiling face.
"Please, Sir, please," Tad hoped respect might sway the
Pledge Master. "He's too big. He'll split me open. I'll do
anything. I'll suck you're cock, Sir. I'll suck all the brothers'
cocks. Please, Sir."
"Of course you'll suck my cock," Max patted Scott's tear
streaked cheek. "You'll suck all the brothers cocks and the other
pledges too after Max fucks you."
"No, no, no," Scott sobbed, "I can't take it. Too big. Too
big."
Tad ignored Scott's plea.
"Go ahead, Max," he said, "show your hog his new home."
"Yes, Sir," Max replied respectfully and happily.
Max tightened his grip on Scott's hips. His thick hairy
fingers dug into Scott's smooth skin.
The big man slightly shifted his position upon his knees and thrust
his wide hips forward. His fat hairy ass dimpled on each side and
the thick muscles contracted. The thick shaft of his cock drove into
Scott's ass. His huge cock head plowed into the pledge's guts. His
fat hairy belly slammed into Scott's ass.
Scott screamed. His body contorted in a spasm of agony. A
red-hot telephone pole had just been rammed up his ass. He threw his
head back. His fingers clawed at the dirty mattress cover. In an
unreasoning spasm of agony, he thrust back onto the huge shaft
pushing into him.
Max's thick shaft slid in to the root. His wiry pubes
crushed against Scott's smooth ass. Scott's hard cock leapt upward
and shot a load of hot cum upon Max's big hairy balls.
"It's true," Max crowed as he felt the hot slugs splatter
against his balls, "the fucker's shooting his load. Just stick a
dick in him and he comes."
"Twenty-four dicks," Tad laughed. "Twenty-four cums. You'd
think the bastard's balls would be drained but he keeps pumping out
load after load. He's hot for hog."
"It'll be thirty loads before I'm finished with him." Max
ground his big dick inside Scott's aching ass as he spoke making his
cum dripping balls slap against Scott's hard cock and bound balls.
My hog will wring another six out of him. I'll drain his balls for
him."
Max slid his hairy hands from off Scott's hips, up his sides
and to his shoulders. As he did so, he laid himself down on Scott's
back.
Scott could feel Max's big hairy belly covering his ass and
hips. He could feel the frat brother's heavy hairy chest pressing
into his back. The big man's weight smothered him. The heat from
his body was oppressive. He could feel the man's hot breath on the
back of his neck. He struggled. He squirmed. He writhed beneath
the massive weight crushing him against the dirty mattress. Every
movement increased his pain. Against his will, his body fought to
expel the huge invader inside him.
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Fraternity Pledge 3
Fraternity PledgeByRegnar ReklawPart III
Tad gasped at the sight of the fat hairy frat brother ramming his huge cock into the unwilling ass of the lean muscular pledge. The sight was glorious. It made his own asshole itch. It aroused fond memories of the waves of pain that crashed through him the first time Max fucked him. A glorious pain that with each agonizing thrust melted into pleasure.
Tad's hand returned to his chest. His other hand rubbed over the ridges of his hard belly. The fingers slowly slid downward under the elastic waistband of his jockstrap and into the pouch.
Max placed his thick lips close to Scott's ear.
"I want you to feel me on your back." He breathed into Scott's ear. "You got my hog inside you, I want you to feel the rest of me. I'm going to ride you. I'm going to ride you hard. You're going to feel every fucking stroke. You're going to know I'm on your back. You may forget those other pencil dicks but you ain't never going to forget my hog."
Scott tried to speak. He tried to beg for mercy. Pain strangled the words. He could only grunt and gasp and gargle in agony.
Tad looked at the timer. The thin red hand on the dial dropped down to ten. He reached out and shut the timer off.
"We won't need that anymore," he said as his hand returned to rub slowly over his sweaty chest and belly, "time's up for Scotty."
"Sure fucking is," Max grunted and gave a short thrust of his hips that drove a responsive grunt from Scott.
"Fuck time, Max," Tad said. "Cocks are waiting to be sucked."
"Yes, Sir," Max replied respectfully and happily, "fuck time."
Max fucked. He lifted his hips and pulled his cock out of Scott's ass until the pledge's tightly stretched cock lips were locked around the base of his cockhead, then he thrust back in.
Scott shrieked. He thrashed. He writhed. Every movement only helped Max's cock drive deeper into him.
Max fucked hard. Max fucked fast. Max fucked deep. His fat hairy ass dimpled with each thrust. His fat hairy belly rose up and slapped back down on Scott's hips. His fat hairy chest rubbed over the pledge's smooth back. His thick fingers dug into Scott's shoulders. His hot breath blew across Scott's cheek. His deep grunts sounded in the pledge's ear.
Tad watched with lust glazed eyes. One hand washed over his smooth chest and belly. The other hand groped inside the pouch of his jockstrap.
Scott thrashed and struggled. He twisted his wrists and ankles until the cords rubbed his wrists raw. He clawed at the mattress with his fingers and toes until the dirty ticking shredded and he pulled out the stuffing in clumps. He screamed. He shrieked. He bellowed. He begged. He prayed. He cursed. He cried. He sobbed. He sweat like a pig and grunted like a hog.
Max pounded Scott into the mattress. He slammed his great bulk into the pledge over and over as he plowed ass. He used his huge cock as a weapon. He twisted and torqued. He pried and hammered. He plowed. He rutted like a beast and grunted with each thrust. He smeared his sweat over Scott's back. He licked the pledges ears. He sucked his neck. He gnawed his shoulders.
Sweat trickled down Tad's face. He licked his lips. His hand slid down his chest and joined its brother inside the jockstrap. He squeezed his balls. He bent and twisted his hard dick. He rose up and down on his toes and thrust his hips in sympathetic rhythm with Max's
"Fuck the bastard. Make him squeal." Tad's voice was low and thick and eager. " Fuck him harder. Pound his ass with that big hog. Make him feel it. Harder, Max, harder. Make him feel it." Max fucked harder and Scott felt it. His screams turned to squeals. His squeals turned to grunts. As Max's big hog stretched his asshole to the limits, the pain began to diminish. The plowing of his guts was stirring something inside him. Waves of pleasure were drowning the waves of pain. His cock got harder. His bound balls ached. He grunts became deeper and deeper. His cock throbbed. He came. He shot a thick load down onto the mattress. A few minutes later, he shot another. Every few minutes he came. It was as if Max's big dick was forcing the cum out of him.
Max felt the spurts of cum splash on his hairy balls.
"Like it Scotty?" he gloated between pants. "Want some more? My big dick gets them every time. They scream, they cry and they cum."
Scott was not struggling anymore. Max's big dick was chugging into him and he was fucking back.
"That's it. Scotty," Max encouraged him with a whisper in the ear. "You're getting me hot. I'm fucking close. Gonna shoot a big load into you. Gonna flood your guts."
"Do it, Max, do it," Tad encouraged his fat hairy frat brother as the hand inside his jockstrap stroked his own hard dick.
Max did it. He slammed his cock into Scott and pressed his sweaty hairy body against the pledge's smooth back. He gave Scott three hard short humps, grunted deeply and came.
Scott could feel the slugs of cum pumping into him. Bolt after bolt filled his guts. He grunted and he came. He could not help it. His head was swimming. Pleasure and pain swirled together until he could not tell the difference.
Max lay on Scott's back with his big cock buried in Scott's throbbing ass. He panted. He groaned. He pushed himself up and started fucking again.
"No," Scott whimpered as he felt the huge hard cock slam into him again, "please, no more."
"Plenty more, Scotty," Max laughed. "It takes more than one cum to put my hog to sleep. I can cum two or three more times before I lose my hard-on."
Fraternity PledgeByRegnar ReklawPart III
Tad gasped at the sight of the fat hairy frat brother ramming his huge cock into the unwilling ass of the lean muscular pledge. The sight was glorious. It made his own asshole itch. It aroused fond memories of the waves of pain that crashed through him the first time Max fucked him. A glorious pain that with each agonizing thrust melted into pleasure.
Tad's hand returned to his chest. His other hand rubbed over the ridges of his hard belly. The fingers slowly slid downward under the elastic waistband of his jockstrap and into the pouch.
Max placed his thick lips close to Scott's ear.
"I want you to feel me on your back." He breathed into Scott's ear. "You got my hog inside you, I want you to feel the rest of me. I'm going to ride you. I'm going to ride you hard. You're going to feel every fucking stroke. You're going to know I'm on your back. You may forget those other pencil dicks but you ain't never going to forget my hog."
Scott tried to speak. He tried to beg for mercy. Pain strangled the words. He could only grunt and gasp and gargle in agony.
Tad looked at the timer. The thin red hand on the dial dropped down to ten. He reached out and shut the timer off.
"We won't need that anymore," he said as his hand returned to rub slowly over his sweaty chest and belly, "time's up for Scotty."
"Sure fucking is," Max grunted and gave a short thrust of his hips that drove a responsive grunt from Scott.
"Fuck time, Max," Tad said. "Cocks are waiting to be sucked."
"Yes, Sir," Max replied respectfully and happily, "fuck time."
Max fucked. He lifted his hips and pulled his cock out of Scott's ass until the pledge's tightly stretched cock lips were locked around the base of his cockhead, then he thrust back in.
Scott shrieked. He thrashed. He writhed. Every movement only helped Max's cock drive deeper into him.
Max fucked hard. Max fucked fast. Max fucked deep. His fat hairy ass dimpled with each thrust. His fat hairy belly rose up and slapped back down on Scott's hips. His fat hairy chest rubbed over the pledge's smooth back. His thick fingers dug into Scott's shoulders. His hot breath blew across Scott's cheek. His deep grunts sounded in the pledge's ear.
Tad watched with lust glazed eyes. One hand washed over his smooth chest and belly. The other hand groped inside the pouch of his jockstrap.
Scott thrashed and struggled. He twisted his wrists and ankles until the cords rubbed his wrists raw. He clawed at the mattress with his fingers and toes until the dirty ticking shredded and he pulled out the stuffing in clumps. He screamed. He shrieked. He bellowed. He begged. He prayed. He cursed. He cried. He sobbed. He sweat like a pig and grunted like a hog.
Max pounded Scott into the mattress. He slammed his great bulk into the pledge over and over as he plowed ass. He used his huge cock as a weapon. He twisted and torqued. He pried and hammered. He plowed. He rutted like a beast and grunted with each thrust. He smeared his sweat over Scott's back. He licked the pledges ears. He sucked his neck. He gnawed his shoulders.
Sweat trickled down Tad's face. He licked his lips. His hand slid down his chest and joined its brother inside the jockstrap. He squeezed his balls. He bent and twisted his hard dick. He rose up and down on his toes and thrust his hips in sympathetic rhythm with Max's
"Fuck the bastard. Make him squeal." Tad's voice was low and thick and eager. " Fuck him harder. Pound his ass with that big hog. Make him feel it. Harder, Max, harder. Make him feel it." Max fucked harder and Scott felt it. His screams turned to squeals. His squeals turned to grunts. As Max's big hog stretched his asshole to the limits, the pain began to diminish. The plowing of his guts was stirring something inside him. Waves of pleasure were drowning the waves of pain. His cock got harder. His bound balls ached. He grunts became deeper and deeper. His cock throbbed. He came. He shot a thick load down onto the mattress. A few minutes later, he shot another. Every few minutes he came. It was as if Max's big dick was forcing the cum out of him.
Max felt the spurts of cum splash on his hairy balls.
"Like it Scotty?" he gloated between pants. "Want some more? My big dick gets them every time. They scream, they cry and they cum."
Scott was not struggling anymore. Max's big dick was chugging into him and he was fucking back.
"That's it. Scotty," Max encouraged him with a whisper in the ear. "You're getting me hot. I'm fucking close. Gonna shoot a big load into you. Gonna flood your guts."
"Do it, Max, do it," Tad encouraged his fat hairy frat brother as the hand inside his jockstrap stroked his own hard dick.
Max did it. He slammed his cock into Scott and pressed his sweaty hairy body against the pledge's smooth back. He gave Scott three hard short humps, grunted deeply and came.
Scott could feel the slugs of cum pumping into him. Bolt after bolt filled his guts. He grunted and he came. He could not help it. His head was swimming. Pleasure and pain swirled together until he could not tell the difference.
Max lay on Scott's back with his big cock buried in Scott's throbbing ass. He panted. He groaned. He pushed himself up and started fucking again.
"No," Scott whimpered as he felt the huge hard cock slam into him again, "please, no more."
"Plenty more, Scotty," Max laughed. "It takes more than one cum to put my hog to sleep. I can cum two or three more times before I lose my hard-on."
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Fraternity PledgeByRegnar Reklaw Part IV
Max was as good as his word. He kept fucking and Scott kept cumming. His thick loads became thin. His thin loads became watery. His watery loads began smaller and smaller until they were non-existant. His cock bobbed and throbbed and pulsed and produced nothing.
Scott groaned, grunted and whimpered. His mind whorled. His body shook alternately with waves of pain and pleasure. He could not tell which was which. Everything was shrouded in fog. Max became part of him. The big cock plowing his asshole became part of his body. The huge hairy body rubbing up and down his back felt as if it was part of him. He could not tell were Max ended and he began. He could only grunt and cum and grunt and cum again.
Tad huffed and puffed as he watched Max's fat hairy ass dimple and thrust. His hands moved rapidly inside his jockstrap. He squeezed his balls. He teased and tormented his cock. He did not let himself cum. He wanted to keep himself on the electric edge of orgasm.
Max grunted and fucked. He wanted to cum again and again. The pledge was a fucking turn-on. His ass was so stretchable and accommodating to Max's huge hog. His guts gripped and milked the monster. He fucked back and begged for more with each thrust.
Max gave it to him. He pounded Scott into the dirty mattress. He scrubbed the pledge's sweaty chest into the dirty mattress ticking. He slammed all his weight into the sweating body beneath him. He thrust. He ground. Max came again and again. His loads were as big as ever. He grunted and sweated. He plowed and porked. He worked his hog like a Trojan. He drained Scott's balls. He drained his balls. He continued fucking until he lost his hard-on.
After four cums, Max rolled off the groaning pledge. As his big dick popped out of Scott's ass a flood of cum gushed out after it.
Max sat up on the side of the bed and slapped Scott's ass.
"You're a good fuck, Scotty," he said. "You got a nice stretchable asshole and from the way you keep cumming, you enjoy a good fuck. My hog's all wore out. There ain't many men who can put my big pig to sleep."
Tad pulled his hands out of his jockstrap. His fingers were covered with precum. He wiped them off in Scott's soft brown hair and then he slapped the exhausted pledge's face.
Scott's eyes flickered open and he stared blankly at the Pledge Master.
"Listen, Scotty," Tad said, "I'm going to let you get some rest before you start sucking cock. If you think you can change your mind after you have rested up, forget it. You're going to suck cock and you're going to suck mine first. You try backing out and you will go back on the cycle, only next time it will be two cycles before you can change you're mind. Understand?"
Scott continued to stare blankly at Tad. Tad grabbed him by the hair and shook his head.
"Understand? " Tad snarled.
"Yes, Sir," Scott said weakly.
Tad smiled and let the pledge's head drop.
"Good," he said as he let Scott's head drop back onto the mattress.
Scott closed his eyes and drifted off to unconsciousness or sleep. Complete exhaustion mingled the two states together and made them indistinguishable. He did not hear Tad and his squadron of five brothers enter the room. He did not feel the cords being untied from his wrists. He only groaned and stirred slightly as the cords were unwrapped from his balls and blood flowed fully into them. Tad's order that the brothers be careful and treat him gently went unheard. He was in a deep black sea. He floated in the warm, quiet depths, which were only disturbed by little flashes of pain like phosphorescent fishes darting about and disappearing before they could be fully scene and appreciated.
Max was as good as his word. He kept fucking and Scott kept cumming. His thick loads became thin. His thin loads became watery. His watery loads began smaller and smaller until they were non-existant. His cock bobbed and throbbed and pulsed and produced nothing.
Scott groaned, grunted and whimpered. His mind whorled. His body shook alternately with waves of pain and pleasure. He could not tell which was which. Everything was shrouded in fog. Max became part of him. The big cock plowing his asshole became part of his body. The huge hairy body rubbing up and down his back felt as if it was part of him. He could not tell were Max ended and he began. He could only grunt and cum and grunt and cum again.
Tad huffed and puffed as he watched Max's fat hairy ass dimple and thrust. His hands moved rapidly inside his jockstrap. He squeezed his balls. He teased and tormented his cock. He did not let himself cum. He wanted to keep himself on the electric edge of orgasm.
Max grunted and fucked. He wanted to cum again and again. The pledge was a fucking turn-on. His ass was so stretchable and accommodating to Max's huge hog. His guts gripped and milked the monster. He fucked back and begged for more with each thrust.
Max gave it to him. He pounded Scott into the dirty mattress. He scrubbed the pledge's sweaty chest into the dirty mattress ticking. He slammed all his weight into the sweating body beneath him. He thrust. He ground. Max came again and again. His loads were as big as ever. He grunted and sweated. He plowed and porked. He worked his hog like a Trojan. He drained Scott's balls. He drained his balls. He continued fucking until he lost his hard-on.
After four cums, Max rolled off the groaning pledge. As his big dick popped out of Scott's ass a flood of cum gushed out after it.
Max sat up on the side of the bed and slapped Scott's ass.
"You're a good fuck, Scotty," he said. "You got a nice stretchable asshole and from the way you keep cumming, you enjoy a good fuck. My hog's all wore out. There ain't many men who can put my big pig to sleep."
Tad pulled his hands out of his jockstrap. His fingers were covered with precum. He wiped them off in Scott's soft brown hair and then he slapped the exhausted pledge's face.
Scott's eyes flickered open and he stared blankly at the Pledge Master.
"Listen, Scotty," Tad said, "I'm going to let you get some rest before you start sucking cock. If you think you can change your mind after you have rested up, forget it. You're going to suck cock and you're going to suck mine first. You try backing out and you will go back on the cycle, only next time it will be two cycles before you can change you're mind. Understand?"
Scott continued to stare blankly at Tad. Tad grabbed him by the hair and shook his head.
"Understand? " Tad snarled.
"Yes, Sir," Scott said weakly.
Tad smiled and let the pledge's head drop.
"Good," he said as he let Scott's head drop back onto the mattress.
Scott closed his eyes and drifted off to unconsciousness or sleep. Complete exhaustion mingled the two states together and made them indistinguishable. He did not hear Tad and his squadron of five brothers enter the room. He did not feel the cords being untied from his wrists. He only groaned and stirred slightly as the cords were unwrapped from his balls and blood flowed fully into them. Tad's order that the brothers be careful and treat him gently went unheard. He was in a deep black sea. He floated in the warm, quiet depths, which were only disturbed by little flashes of pain like phosphorescent fishes darting about and disappearing before they could be fully scene and appreciated.
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this is a long story.it is in 12 parts here is the first part.
I had slept in the same room as others before: sleepovers, camping
trips--that sort of thing. Living in a shared dorm room is a completely
different experience. There is no privacy and no secrets. I knew Brad, my
roommate, jerked off, and I am sure he knew I did the same. I had even
discovered his still wet cum towel one-day doing laundry. As I said, no
privacy.
Brad and I had both jerked off while the other was in the room. It had
always been with the lights off and with the pre-tense that the other was
fast asleep. Brad did it all the time, but I would try and wait until I had
our dorm room to myself for a half-hour. It was during one of these solo
sessions that my journey began.
I was sitting on my desk chair jerking away in my own little fantasy world
when I thought I heard something in the room. I stopped, looked around, and
saw Brad standing there with a smirk on his face.
"I guess you didn't hear me come in." I couldn't think of anything
intelligent to say, so sat there like a deer in headlights. "As long as
you're not going to put that away, do `ya mind if I join in?"
Brad moved behind me and leaned on the bed looking over my shoulder. He had
hauled his cock out, and suggested I turn on my computer to check out some
video clips he had downloaded. I opened the folder he said would have the
files, and discovered he had been using my computer quite a bit. Soon a
video was flashing tits all over the screen and I could hear the sounds of
Brad jerking off behind me. Whenever the screen would turn dark I could see
a partial reflection of Brad in action. I was too scared to look back, but
horny enough that I started to again play with myself.
It was awkward under the desk. I already had reclined the chair way back
when I started, and had moved it forward under the desk partly to hide and
partly to give Brad some space. I rolled the chair back a little, and could
very much sense Brad's movements and heat about a foot behind me and to the
right. Brad was moaning and the video was playing. I closed my eyes for a
second and really went at it. I had my eyes closed, and was not fully aware
of how the pleasure of jerking off was involving my entire body. I smelled
cock, opened my eyes and realized I had my head turned a little towards
Brad. My peripheral vision let me see his cock and hand working his cock.
He was circumcised, and far larger than my own un-cut cock. His eyes were
closed, and his head was back.
I slowed down my own pace to stop from cumming, and looked a little more at
Brad. Every once in a while he would open his eyes and look at the screen,
then roll his head back again and continue pleasuring himself. He paid me
no attention. Brad was working himself well. His energy was building up
and up interrupted by a pause to hold himself back from orgasm.
"Do you cum on your chest?" he asked.
"Yeah," I admitted sheepishly, not sure if this was an acceptable practice
or not. "Do you?"
"No... I can't stand cum. I don't want it near me." I think he could tell by
my reaction that I was a little embarrassed. "Don't worry, most guys cum on
themselves. I just can't."
"What do you do?"
"Just cum on the desk, or on a towel, or whatever is around. As long as
none of it hits me I'm fine." He trailed off and was resuming his
concentration on jerking off. He re-positioned himself and I guess I moved
a little, but I ended up having my shoulder pointing between his legs as he
looked over me to the computer. His dick was pretty much over my right side
directly beside my head. I only had to turn my eyes to see him jerk off,
and didn't even need to turn my head more than a little bit.
He was moaning a little again, and had reached his previous level of
excitement. I was still stroking my cock, but had slowed so that I would
not cum too soon. Instead of slowing this time, Brad kept building and
building his pace. His moans had become pronounced for a moment as his body
tensed and he leaned against my shoulder. He had begun cumming, and shot
his load on me. I don't know why, but this set me off as well, and I blew a
massive load all over my chest and even a few shots onto my chin and neck.
When my orgasm subsided I opened my eyes to see Brad squeezing and shaking
the last few drops of cum out of his dick onto my shoulder. "I'm glad cum
doesn't bother you," he said. "You are covered!
~~~~
About a week passed before Brad and I had another open encounter like that
one. I had been sitting at my desk again, this time doing homework. Brad
had just returned from watching TV in the common room when he asked if I was
going to blow a load before bed. I was taken back briefly, but told him I was
not sure.
"I've got to. I don't like jerking myself off, but I won't be able to sleep
with this hard on" he said as he gently massaged the front of his pants. He
paused momentarily. "Load up another video, if you don't mind."
I didn't mind. I looked for a file, and I heard Brad unzip his shorts.
Brad moved over to lean against the bed just like last week. I could sense
him jerking off behind me as the screen again flashed one of his downloads.
I had leaned back a little, but hadn't started masturbating yet. I just sat
and watched him. I knew if I started myself, it wouldn't take me long.
Eventually I couldn't resist, and quietly pulled my dick through my zipper.
Brad had cycled him self up and down a few times by this point. During one
of his down times he opened his eyes and noticed I had started working
myself too.
"Your shirt is going to be a mess," he said. I looked up at him and was not
sure of what I should do. I pulled my shirt up on a little, exposing my
belly. Then, remembering how much I shot before I decided to take the
entire T-shirt off. I had to swivel away to get the shirt over my head, but
swiveled back even closer to Brad. I decided to unbutton my pants and pull
them down a little too. While I was doing this I could feel the side of my
face brush against Brad's hip, and quickly felt his left hand tentatively
rest on top of my head.
Brad was leaning forward again, and working his cock at light speed. His
knees quivered and he again leaned further forward. His moans were louder,
and he had reached the point of no return. I paused my own pleasure to
watch this event unfolding inches away.
He started gasping "I'm gonna... cum... here it is..." He thrust his
hips fully forward, and leaned on my head with his hand, then as he shot his
first volley of cum his shoulders and head flew back and the shot went
almost straight up. "Aoahhhh..." As if in slow motion, I could see the
first shot of cum come down and hit me on the face. His orgasm continued,
and he shot the rest of his massive load all over my chest and neck. One
drop went all the way down to hit my hand as I resumed my own stroking.
I was embarrassed and wanted to stop, but my hormones would not let me do
anything but keep masturbating. I could feel his hot cum all over my body
and face, and could smell it by my nose. I could also feel something else
by my shoulder, and looked over to see Brad wiping the last bits of cum from
his dick onto my skin. As I looked at this happening, I realized I was
shooting my own load--the biggest of my life to that point in time.
As my orgasm subsided, I sensed Brad stepping away. He put his underwear
back on, and took off his own shirt. He kicked up my shirt from the floor
and tossed it at me to clean myself up.
"You sure shot a big load."
"Yeah." In my post-orgasmic state I didn't know what I should say. "So did
you."
"I guess so. It was great--I love cumming on someone else. Looks like it
doesn't bother you much either."
I couldn't believe I had shot such a big load with my roommate's cum on my
face.
I had slept in the same room as others before: sleepovers, camping
trips--that sort of thing. Living in a shared dorm room is a completely
different experience. There is no privacy and no secrets. I knew Brad, my
roommate, jerked off, and I am sure he knew I did the same. I had even
discovered his still wet cum towel one-day doing laundry. As I said, no
privacy.
Brad and I had both jerked off while the other was in the room. It had
always been with the lights off and with the pre-tense that the other was
fast asleep. Brad did it all the time, but I would try and wait until I had
our dorm room to myself for a half-hour. It was during one of these solo
sessions that my journey began.
I was sitting on my desk chair jerking away in my own little fantasy world
when I thought I heard something in the room. I stopped, looked around, and
saw Brad standing there with a smirk on his face.
"I guess you didn't hear me come in." I couldn't think of anything
intelligent to say, so sat there like a deer in headlights. "As long as
you're not going to put that away, do `ya mind if I join in?"
Brad moved behind me and leaned on the bed looking over my shoulder. He had
hauled his cock out, and suggested I turn on my computer to check out some
video clips he had downloaded. I opened the folder he said would have the
files, and discovered he had been using my computer quite a bit. Soon a
video was flashing tits all over the screen and I could hear the sounds of
Brad jerking off behind me. Whenever the screen would turn dark I could see
a partial reflection of Brad in action. I was too scared to look back, but
horny enough that I started to again play with myself.
It was awkward under the desk. I already had reclined the chair way back
when I started, and had moved it forward under the desk partly to hide and
partly to give Brad some space. I rolled the chair back a little, and could
very much sense Brad's movements and heat about a foot behind me and to the
right. Brad was moaning and the video was playing. I closed my eyes for a
second and really went at it. I had my eyes closed, and was not fully aware
of how the pleasure of jerking off was involving my entire body. I smelled
cock, opened my eyes and realized I had my head turned a little towards
Brad. My peripheral vision let me see his cock and hand working his cock.
He was circumcised, and far larger than my own un-cut cock. His eyes were
closed, and his head was back.
I slowed down my own pace to stop from cumming, and looked a little more at
Brad. Every once in a while he would open his eyes and look at the screen,
then roll his head back again and continue pleasuring himself. He paid me
no attention. Brad was working himself well. His energy was building up
and up interrupted by a pause to hold himself back from orgasm.
"Do you cum on your chest?" he asked.
"Yeah," I admitted sheepishly, not sure if this was an acceptable practice
or not. "Do you?"
"No... I can't stand cum. I don't want it near me." I think he could tell by
my reaction that I was a little embarrassed. "Don't worry, most guys cum on
themselves. I just can't."
"What do you do?"
"Just cum on the desk, or on a towel, or whatever is around. As long as
none of it hits me I'm fine." He trailed off and was resuming his
concentration on jerking off. He re-positioned himself and I guess I moved
a little, but I ended up having my shoulder pointing between his legs as he
looked over me to the computer. His dick was pretty much over my right side
directly beside my head. I only had to turn my eyes to see him jerk off,
and didn't even need to turn my head more than a little bit.
He was moaning a little again, and had reached his previous level of
excitement. I was still stroking my cock, but had slowed so that I would
not cum too soon. Instead of slowing this time, Brad kept building and
building his pace. His moans had become pronounced for a moment as his body
tensed and he leaned against my shoulder. He had begun cumming, and shot
his load on me. I don't know why, but this set me off as well, and I blew a
massive load all over my chest and even a few shots onto my chin and neck.
When my orgasm subsided I opened my eyes to see Brad squeezing and shaking
the last few drops of cum out of his dick onto my shoulder. "I'm glad cum
doesn't bother you," he said. "You are covered!
~~~~
About a week passed before Brad and I had another open encounter like that
one. I had been sitting at my desk again, this time doing homework. Brad
had just returned from watching TV in the common room when he asked if I was
going to blow a load before bed. I was taken back briefly, but told him I was
not sure.
"I've got to. I don't like jerking myself off, but I won't be able to sleep
with this hard on" he said as he gently massaged the front of his pants. He
paused momentarily. "Load up another video, if you don't mind."
I didn't mind. I looked for a file, and I heard Brad unzip his shorts.
Brad moved over to lean against the bed just like last week. I could sense
him jerking off behind me as the screen again flashed one of his downloads.
I had leaned back a little, but hadn't started masturbating yet. I just sat
and watched him. I knew if I started myself, it wouldn't take me long.
Eventually I couldn't resist, and quietly pulled my dick through my zipper.
Brad had cycled him self up and down a few times by this point. During one
of his down times he opened his eyes and noticed I had started working
myself too.
"Your shirt is going to be a mess," he said. I looked up at him and was not
sure of what I should do. I pulled my shirt up on a little, exposing my
belly. Then, remembering how much I shot before I decided to take the
entire T-shirt off. I had to swivel away to get the shirt over my head, but
swiveled back even closer to Brad. I decided to unbutton my pants and pull
them down a little too. While I was doing this I could feel the side of my
face brush against Brad's hip, and quickly felt his left hand tentatively
rest on top of my head.
Brad was leaning forward again, and working his cock at light speed. His
knees quivered and he again leaned further forward. His moans were louder,
and he had reached the point of no return. I paused my own pleasure to
watch this event unfolding inches away.
He started gasping "I'm gonna... cum... here it is..." He thrust his
hips fully forward, and leaned on my head with his hand, then as he shot his
first volley of cum his shoulders and head flew back and the shot went
almost straight up. "Aoahhhh..." As if in slow motion, I could see the
first shot of cum come down and hit me on the face. His orgasm continued,
and he shot the rest of his massive load all over my chest and neck. One
drop went all the way down to hit my hand as I resumed my own stroking.
I was embarrassed and wanted to stop, but my hormones would not let me do
anything but keep masturbating. I could feel his hot cum all over my body
and face, and could smell it by my nose. I could also feel something else
by my shoulder, and looked over to see Brad wiping the last bits of cum from
his dick onto my skin. As I looked at this happening, I realized I was
shooting my own load--the biggest of my life to that point in time.
As my orgasm subsided, I sensed Brad stepping away. He put his underwear
back on, and took off his own shirt. He kicked up my shirt from the floor
and tossed it at me to clean myself up.
"You sure shot a big load."
"Yeah." In my post-orgasmic state I didn't know what I should say. "So did
you."
"I guess so. It was great--I love cumming on someone else. Looks like it
doesn't bother you much either."
I couldn't believe I had shot such a big load with my roommate's cum on my
face.
fred31ray
Slut
Steps to Sucking Cock
Part 2
~~~~
After being cummed on by my roommate the second time, I was worried as I
went to bed. Was Brad going to tell? Was it normal behavior for two guys
to jerk off together like that? Why did he dislike his own cum touching
him, but I would let him cum on me like that? I tossed that night for
hours, and finally told myself "I won't let it happen again."
Neither of us had class the next morning, but some asshole pulled the fire
alarm at about quarter to ten so we were both up early. After they let us
back in the building we sat and talked for a bit. Brad was a cool guy, and
I liked talking with him. Everything seemed so normal, despite what had
happened.
Eventually, the topic turned to masturbation. Brad said I was lucky to be
un-cut, and un-cut guys have it so much easier when it comes to jerking off.
I asked him what he meant, and he said that un-cut guys can stroke their
dicks a lot more effectively than cut guys. He said jerking himself off was
something he did only when he had to. He said it was almost a necessity for
someone else to help him out.
The topic changed again, but it was obvious Brad was horny. I was not
nearly as worried about Brad saying anything, and was getting a little randy
myself. Brad was sitting at my computer and I was lying on my bed. He
turned and absent-mindedly started playing on the computer. Soon enough he
was looking at some of his porn. I couldn't help it--I was hard as a rock.
After a few minutes of constant re-arranging he finally said "That's it--time
for me to drop another load." After a few seconds of my silence he said,
"Do you mind?"
I told him he could go ahead, and he started to play with himself a little
more openly. After a few minutes he turned to see I was massaging myself
through my PJs. "Sorry, I guess I am in your chair." He stood and rested
against my bed, and I took the queue to move to the chair. As I stood, I
thought for a second and decided to remove my shirt. Brad was smiling as I
sat down and reclined the chair.
We jerked off just like the other times, and I could tell Brad was into it.
He had put his left hand on the left of my head this time, and was standing
right beside me. Both of us knew he was planning on shooting all over me
again, but he was smart enough not to scare me off.
He slowed down again, and started pushing his dick down and around, letting
it bounce back. He got a little braver, and pushed it all the way down so
it hit my shoulder, and then he let it snap back up. When I didn't freak
out, he did it again a few more times, and then wiped some pre-cum on me. I
just sat there and took in this new experience and exploration. I did not
know what to make of it, but did know I was turned on. Brad jerked off
again for a minute, then went back to snapping his dick. This time he
pulled it to his right and let it snap over and brush my cheek. I just sat
there and kept jerking myself off.
After a minute, Brad stopped all together. I looked up at him, almost as if
I had done something wrong. He explained "it" was sore. He said that's why
it sucks to be circumcised. Too much of the same motion made it hurt, not
like when someone else does it for you. When someone else does it, the grip
changes and it feels a lot better. I was still stroking myself, but only a
little bit at this point.
He jerked off again for a second, but stopped quickly. He snapped it a few
more times, and I could feel it touch me. He paused as if he was carefully
choosing his words, and then asked me if I would help him for a minute, just
to get him going again. Like an idiot, I did not know what he meant, and
asked him to explain. He grabbed my left arm and brought it across my body,
moving my hand up to his cock. I tensed up for a second, but relaxed as he
wrapped my fingers around his cock.
"Just stroke it for a few seconds. It will make it feel a lot better so I
can continue." I never agreed, but did not pull away. I stroked it a
little, but was also stroking mine with my right hand. I could not see the
screen well over my arm, so I just looked at Brad's cock. It really was
big, and felt quite strange. I had never touched anyone else's dick before,
and was amazed how soft it was. I knew my own dick like the back of my
hand, but Brad's dick was new and amazing.
I realized I had stopped moving my right hand, and was only holding my dick
as I stroked Brad's cock. I loved how I could make his whole body shake by
simply manipulating this organ in my hand. I turned my body a little, and
let go of my own dick completely. I was fascinated by this new experience,
and wanted it to last forever.
I was working him well, and he was moaning quite a bit. I could tell he was
close, and knew I should stop but couldn't control my actions. He was on
the edge. He gasped, and I kept working his cock up and down. I felt it
swell in my fingers. He squirmed as he shot his first volley up across my
arm and chest. I did not think to aim the thing, and caught the next one
coming down on my face. I first felt the heat of his cum hit my skin, and
then the heat of my blushing skin as I realized I had not only had my
roommate cum on me again, but this time I had made him cum on me.
I slowed my stroking, and as if by instinct squeezed out the last drops of
cum. Brad took his cock back and wiped his dick again. He mainly wiped on
my shoulder, but the last drops were wiped on my cheek. He looked down at
my cum-covered face and said "Thanks" as he moved away and put his shorts
back on. "I'm going to go have a shower. I'll leave you to it."
Brad walked over to the door, and opened it wide. Thank god no one was
outside to see me covered in my roommate's cum. The door closed and I
reached for my own dick. It was as hard as it had ever been. I hope Brad
had not noticed. With the sexuality of the past 15 minutes, it took me less
than one minute to bring myself to the edge. I came hard and mixed my own
cum with Brad's still covering my body and face. Brad's cum had held it's
consistency while I took care of myself, but mine had quickly started to
run. As I was milking my own last few drops, Brad came back in the room
and smiled down at me.
"I forgot my towel," he said. "Looks like you need a shower more than I
do."
~~~~
The rest of that day was torture. I had blown three very big loads in the
past two days but I was still in need of massive satisfaction. My afternoon
classes were a write off, as I had no blood in my brain at all. I passed
Brad on camps after my second class, and we chatted for a minute. His
coolness made me quite comfortable with what had happened. I had one more
class to go, and Brad had a spare and then a long lab so we said goodbye
until after dinner.
When we did see each other that night, it took only seconds for him to ask
if I wanted to jerk off again. I was easily persuaded, and told him it was
fine by me. He said "Great! Let's get started... take off your shirt" as he
pulled off his own pants and shirt. I was a bit more modest and changed
into my PJ bottoms before I assumed my usual position to lower my pants and
begin my pleasuring.
Brad didn't ask me to jerk him off. Instead, he started himself. He didn't
even try and play a game about his dick touching me. He would jerk for a
second, then rub his cock on my shoulder. Then again, but he would touch
the side of my head. After a few minutes, he said he had an idea.
"Move over to the sofa," he said. The sofa was really a 1960's comfortable
single bucket style chair, but it was like a one-man sofa. Without any
objection or thought I went to the chair and sat down, still playing with
myself. "Pull your pants up--I want to try something and don't want your
dick to get in the way." My pants came up and I sat there in my PJs on the
chair. Brad walked over to in front of the chair facing me, and mounted the
arms on his knees so he was sitting over top of me, his crotch at head
level. His legs were spread, and I guess he didn't want to hover over me
like that with my dick out of my pants.
He rested one hand on the chair back behind my head, and began jerking off
with the other. All I could see was his dick. It couldn't have been more
than 4 inches from my face. He masturbated for a minute, and brushed my
face a few times. My hands were on the outside of the armrests, and without
thinking I had moved them to hold his legs. He grabbed my arm and brought
it forward as he said "Stroke it for me."
My hand quickly latched onto his dick, but I hesitated to pleasure him. He
again told me to stroke it, and I slowly started. I worked his dick well,
and really studied the organ. It was very big, well proportioned balls, and
had a clean circumcision. I could smell it and could feel the heat it
produced. Brad was moaning and twitching as I continued to play with his
dick for him. I jerked him for about five to six minutes before I noticed
the porn on the computer had ended.
Brad told me to play with his balls. I started to remove my hand when he
told me to keep stroking it, and to play with his balls with my other hand.
I felt a little dumb, but quickly recovered. Brad moved one hand off the
chair back and used it to point his dick away from his body. He was close,
and the extra stimulation was clearly going to make him cum. His dick
swelled hard, and I worked it for all I was worth, and could tell he was
experiencing the full pleasure of an orgasm.
"Here it goes" he faintly whispered from above. I could sense him looking
down as I looked straight at his dick. One of his hands quickly reached
down and pushed his dick down as I kept stroking. Just as his dick aimed
square at my face his first shot came, then his second, and third. I had
noticed he shot big loads from my earlier experiences, but this was the
biggest by far. Some time during his orgasm Brad brought his hand back to
steady himself on the chair and I must have just kept his dick pointing the
way he left it. I had cum on my forehead, over the bridge of my nose, all
around my mouth, my chin, neck, cheeks, and at the end his dick just drained
the last bits of cum down to my chest. The sheer volume of cum on my face
was amazing.
"Just clean the end off" he asked. For some reason I did not object, but
took my second hand from his balls and drew the last smears of cum off his
dick head. He went to stand up, and I realized I would have to release his
dick if he was going to move. I just sat there covered in cum, afraid to
move as he gathered his things for another shower. As soon as the door
closed behind him I stroked for only a few seconds and shot a massive load
on my chest. I struggled to find a towel or something I could use to clean
myself up.
When Brad returned from his shower, he said he could still smell his cum in
the room. He said he couldn't stand that smell. I sure could smell it, and
I could still feel where it had been on my skin even though I had cleaned it
off. As I was leaving to get ready for bed, Brad discovered a shot had
missed me and landed on the sofa. I grabbed the cumrag and dabbed it up
before I left for my own shower.
~~~~
Part 2
~~~~
After being cummed on by my roommate the second time, I was worried as I
went to bed. Was Brad going to tell? Was it normal behavior for two guys
to jerk off together like that? Why did he dislike his own cum touching
him, but I would let him cum on me like that? I tossed that night for
hours, and finally told myself "I won't let it happen again."
Neither of us had class the next morning, but some asshole pulled the fire
alarm at about quarter to ten so we were both up early. After they let us
back in the building we sat and talked for a bit. Brad was a cool guy, and
I liked talking with him. Everything seemed so normal, despite what had
happened.
Eventually, the topic turned to masturbation. Brad said I was lucky to be
un-cut, and un-cut guys have it so much easier when it comes to jerking off.
I asked him what he meant, and he said that un-cut guys can stroke their
dicks a lot more effectively than cut guys. He said jerking himself off was
something he did only when he had to. He said it was almost a necessity for
someone else to help him out.
The topic changed again, but it was obvious Brad was horny. I was not
nearly as worried about Brad saying anything, and was getting a little randy
myself. Brad was sitting at my computer and I was lying on my bed. He
turned and absent-mindedly started playing on the computer. Soon enough he
was looking at some of his porn. I couldn't help it--I was hard as a rock.
After a few minutes of constant re-arranging he finally said "That's it--time
for me to drop another load." After a few seconds of my silence he said,
"Do you mind?"
I told him he could go ahead, and he started to play with himself a little
more openly. After a few minutes he turned to see I was massaging myself
through my PJs. "Sorry, I guess I am in your chair." He stood and rested
against my bed, and I took the queue to move to the chair. As I stood, I
thought for a second and decided to remove my shirt. Brad was smiling as I
sat down and reclined the chair.
We jerked off just like the other times, and I could tell Brad was into it.
He had put his left hand on the left of my head this time, and was standing
right beside me. Both of us knew he was planning on shooting all over me
again, but he was smart enough not to scare me off.
He slowed down again, and started pushing his dick down and around, letting
it bounce back. He got a little braver, and pushed it all the way down so
it hit my shoulder, and then he let it snap back up. When I didn't freak
out, he did it again a few more times, and then wiped some pre-cum on me. I
just sat there and took in this new experience and exploration. I did not
know what to make of it, but did know I was turned on. Brad jerked off
again for a minute, then went back to snapping his dick. This time he
pulled it to his right and let it snap over and brush my cheek. I just sat
there and kept jerking myself off.
After a minute, Brad stopped all together. I looked up at him, almost as if
I had done something wrong. He explained "it" was sore. He said that's why
it sucks to be circumcised. Too much of the same motion made it hurt, not
like when someone else does it for you. When someone else does it, the grip
changes and it feels a lot better. I was still stroking myself, but only a
little bit at this point.
He jerked off again for a second, but stopped quickly. He snapped it a few
more times, and I could feel it touch me. He paused as if he was carefully
choosing his words, and then asked me if I would help him for a minute, just
to get him going again. Like an idiot, I did not know what he meant, and
asked him to explain. He grabbed my left arm and brought it across my body,
moving my hand up to his cock. I tensed up for a second, but relaxed as he
wrapped my fingers around his cock.
"Just stroke it for a few seconds. It will make it feel a lot better so I
can continue." I never agreed, but did not pull away. I stroked it a
little, but was also stroking mine with my right hand. I could not see the
screen well over my arm, so I just looked at Brad's cock. It really was
big, and felt quite strange. I had never touched anyone else's dick before,
and was amazed how soft it was. I knew my own dick like the back of my
hand, but Brad's dick was new and amazing.
I realized I had stopped moving my right hand, and was only holding my dick
as I stroked Brad's cock. I loved how I could make his whole body shake by
simply manipulating this organ in my hand. I turned my body a little, and
let go of my own dick completely. I was fascinated by this new experience,
and wanted it to last forever.
I was working him well, and he was moaning quite a bit. I could tell he was
close, and knew I should stop but couldn't control my actions. He was on
the edge. He gasped, and I kept working his cock up and down. I felt it
swell in my fingers. He squirmed as he shot his first volley up across my
arm and chest. I did not think to aim the thing, and caught the next one
coming down on my face. I first felt the heat of his cum hit my skin, and
then the heat of my blushing skin as I realized I had not only had my
roommate cum on me again, but this time I had made him cum on me.
I slowed my stroking, and as if by instinct squeezed out the last drops of
cum. Brad took his cock back and wiped his dick again. He mainly wiped on
my shoulder, but the last drops were wiped on my cheek. He looked down at
my cum-covered face and said "Thanks" as he moved away and put his shorts
back on. "I'm going to go have a shower. I'll leave you to it."
Brad walked over to the door, and opened it wide. Thank god no one was
outside to see me covered in my roommate's cum. The door closed and I
reached for my own dick. It was as hard as it had ever been. I hope Brad
had not noticed. With the sexuality of the past 15 minutes, it took me less
than one minute to bring myself to the edge. I came hard and mixed my own
cum with Brad's still covering my body and face. Brad's cum had held it's
consistency while I took care of myself, but mine had quickly started to
run. As I was milking my own last few drops, Brad came back in the room
and smiled down at me.
"I forgot my towel," he said. "Looks like you need a shower more than I
do."
~~~~
The rest of that day was torture. I had blown three very big loads in the
past two days but I was still in need of massive satisfaction. My afternoon
classes were a write off, as I had no blood in my brain at all. I passed
Brad on camps after my second class, and we chatted for a minute. His
coolness made me quite comfortable with what had happened. I had one more
class to go, and Brad had a spare and then a long lab so we said goodbye
until after dinner.
When we did see each other that night, it took only seconds for him to ask
if I wanted to jerk off again. I was easily persuaded, and told him it was
fine by me. He said "Great! Let's get started... take off your shirt" as he
pulled off his own pants and shirt. I was a bit more modest and changed
into my PJ bottoms before I assumed my usual position to lower my pants and
begin my pleasuring.
Brad didn't ask me to jerk him off. Instead, he started himself. He didn't
even try and play a game about his dick touching me. He would jerk for a
second, then rub his cock on my shoulder. Then again, but he would touch
the side of my head. After a few minutes, he said he had an idea.
"Move over to the sofa," he said. The sofa was really a 1960's comfortable
single bucket style chair, but it was like a one-man sofa. Without any
objection or thought I went to the chair and sat down, still playing with
myself. "Pull your pants up--I want to try something and don't want your
dick to get in the way." My pants came up and I sat there in my PJs on the
chair. Brad walked over to in front of the chair facing me, and mounted the
arms on his knees so he was sitting over top of me, his crotch at head
level. His legs were spread, and I guess he didn't want to hover over me
like that with my dick out of my pants.
He rested one hand on the chair back behind my head, and began jerking off
with the other. All I could see was his dick. It couldn't have been more
than 4 inches from my face. He masturbated for a minute, and brushed my
face a few times. My hands were on the outside of the armrests, and without
thinking I had moved them to hold his legs. He grabbed my arm and brought
it forward as he said "Stroke it for me."
My hand quickly latched onto his dick, but I hesitated to pleasure him. He
again told me to stroke it, and I slowly started. I worked his dick well,
and really studied the organ. It was very big, well proportioned balls, and
had a clean circumcision. I could smell it and could feel the heat it
produced. Brad was moaning and twitching as I continued to play with his
dick for him. I jerked him for about five to six minutes before I noticed
the porn on the computer had ended.
Brad told me to play with his balls. I started to remove my hand when he
told me to keep stroking it, and to play with his balls with my other hand.
I felt a little dumb, but quickly recovered. Brad moved one hand off the
chair back and used it to point his dick away from his body. He was close,
and the extra stimulation was clearly going to make him cum. His dick
swelled hard, and I worked it for all I was worth, and could tell he was
experiencing the full pleasure of an orgasm.
"Here it goes" he faintly whispered from above. I could sense him looking
down as I looked straight at his dick. One of his hands quickly reached
down and pushed his dick down as I kept stroking. Just as his dick aimed
square at my face his first shot came, then his second, and third. I had
noticed he shot big loads from my earlier experiences, but this was the
biggest by far. Some time during his orgasm Brad brought his hand back to
steady himself on the chair and I must have just kept his dick pointing the
way he left it. I had cum on my forehead, over the bridge of my nose, all
around my mouth, my chin, neck, cheeks, and at the end his dick just drained
the last bits of cum down to my chest. The sheer volume of cum on my face
was amazing.
"Just clean the end off" he asked. For some reason I did not object, but
took my second hand from his balls and drew the last smears of cum off his
dick head. He went to stand up, and I realized I would have to release his
dick if he was going to move. I just sat there covered in cum, afraid to
move as he gathered his things for another shower. As soon as the door
closed behind him I stroked for only a few seconds and shot a massive load
on my chest. I struggled to find a towel or something I could use to clean
myself up.
When Brad returned from his shower, he said he could still smell his cum in
the room. He said he couldn't stand that smell. I sure could smell it, and
I could still feel where it had been on my skin even though I had cleaned it
off. As I was leaving to get ready for bed, Brad discovered a shot had
missed me and landed on the sofa. I grabbed the cumrag and dabbed it up
before I left for my own shower.
~~~~
fred31ray
Slut
Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 3
~~~~
I didn't really see Brad again until the following evening before dinner.
Our morning schedules did not match, and I ran into him as I was getting my
things together to go for dinner. He asked me to wait and go with him in
about half an hour and I agreed.
I asked Brad what he was up to between now and then, and he said he was
actually hoping to blow a load. I looked up at him and he had a big grin on
his face. I grinned and shook my head in disbelief. He gestured to the
sofa and without objection I took my place. Before I was seated he had
started removing his pants and shirt, and I leaned off the chair to remove
my shirt as well.
Brad mounted the chair, and made no motion to begin pleasuring himself, so I
reached up and started working his cock for him. Things were moving rapidly
this time, and he did not want the process to be drawn out. He wanted to
cum, bad.
"Wait," he said--the first word spoken since he told me he was hoping to blow
a load. He quickly got off the sofa and grabbed one of my towels from my
shelf. As he hurried to his spot reached for his dick again. As I stroked,
Brad pulled me forward off the back of the chair, and leaned over me to
place the towel behind my head covering the sofa. "If I have a few shots
miss I don't want to leave a stain again." It seemed perfectly logical.
I continued my stroking, and Brad resumed his moaning. From the time he
finished with the towel to the time I could tell he was going to cum was
less than two minutes. I had his dick pointed straight away from his body
again, but was not looking at it when he started to cum. Instead, I leaned
my head back so I could look at his body and face. Brad's abs gave away the
imminent orgasm, and his face showed how much pleasure he was subjected to.
Because I was looking up, is cum hit me at much more of an angle. I could
see the first shot blast in my line of sight, hit me on the forehead, and
the rest fall in a string reaching down to my chin. Five good shots and a
few week splashes later I was again covered. I reached up to wipe one shot
of cum off my closed eyelids before I could open them to see Brad looking
down at me.
"Looks like we didn't need the towel after all," he said as I cleaned his
cock off. "I didn't miss a single shot. I couldn't say anything back to
Brad as I would have had to part my cum-covered lips. That was ok--I
couldn't think of anything to say.
Brad got off the chair and started getting ready. I opened my own pants to
jerk off and could not have lasted more than a minute. The smell of his sex
was too much stimulation.
"Wow, the more cum I shoot on your face, the bigger the load you blow."
~~~~
I don't know why I let things continue with Brad. Partly I think it was
because I thought that if I kept jerking him off, he wouldn't tell anyone I
had jerked him off. I know this was kind of messed up, but it made sense at
the time.
Things stayed as I described them for the rest of that week. Brad had shot
about 8 loads on me, and I had pleasured him six times that first week in my
first week on the job. I would always jerk off after he was done with his
load on my face and the smell of sex in the air. Near as I could tell, Brad
was not masturbating anymore, and I was taking care of all his orgasms.
Brad told me he had e-mailed his best friend from High School, and was
telling him he was getting some great hand jobs. His friend, Sam, asked who
was doing the deed but Brad said he wasn't going to tell.
We had developed sort of a routine for the task, and when I was in my PJ
bottoms with no shirt on he started calling it my "hand-job uniform." Aside
from a little teasing, Brad was a great friend. We got along well, and he
enjoyed the time with me even if I wasn't jerking him off.
At the end of the week, Brad was again seeking my services, but somehow he
ended up straddling the chair before I got my shirt off. As he was getting
close, I mentioned I should take my shirt off and we should get the towel
for the chair. He convinced me he would be able to get it all on my face if
I held the head against my skin when he shot.
Brad's cock head was covered in pre-cum. When he told me he was close, I
leaned a little forward and felt the slickness of his wet cock head slip
around my cheek. I was jerking him hard to finish him. I banged my arm and
lost my rhythm, and could tell I was going to have to pause to take another
run at it. As I slowed, Brad suggested I try and squeeze some more pre-cum
out.
The extra pre-cum kept his cock head slipping around my cheek as I again
worked Brad's cock. I could tell he was enjoying the extra stimulation to
his cock head, and noticed he was talking a little more than usual. "Oh,
that's good... Work it... Oh yeah. Make me cum. Fuck. This is going to be
a big load... ar... you ready?" He looked down at me. His eyes showed ecstasy,
and mine showed a little fear.
"eAaaAahhhhHHHhhhh. ..h...h.. ."
The shots were hard and splattered hard on my face. With my cheek I could
feel his dick head pulse out his cum, then relax. I knew he didn't want any
of his cum to touch him, so I had started his orgasm higher up on my face,
and drew it down further toward my chin with each consecutive shot. The
final shot and drool was on my chin, but true to his word Brad had kept
every drop on my face.
I found a dilemma after Brad had left me in the chair: I was so ready to
masturbate, but still had my shirt on with no way of removing it without
loosing his load. I ended up pulling my pants off and jerking madly. I had
to hold my head still in the backward position to make sure his cum didn't
start running off. When I was ready for my own load, I sat upright, still
looking straight at the ceiling, and blew my load downward over my legs.
Brad's laugh caught me off guard. I guess I had just assumed he left for a
shower, but he had watched me sit there and masturbate like that with his
load on my face. Still holding my head up to face the ceiling, I moved my
eyes around to see him standing by the dresser. The cum that would run off
my face and the cum that would run off my legs kept me from moving. Holding
the rest of my body still I reached around until I found a towel to clean
myself off.
~~~~
There was no denying that I enjoyed jerking Brad off. Thank god Brad had
not made me deny it. He just treated me like a normal friend--a good friend
at that.
The first weekend since I had started jerking Brad off, he had to do a lot
of studying for an exam on Tuesday, and was at the Library to get some work
done. Between morning sessions, trips home and other treats I made Brad cum
7 times. Each time Brad blew a big load on my face, and left me to
masturbate. The third time that Saturday, I could tell Brad was getting a
little tired, and wanted some extra stimulation. While I was stroking his
cock, Brad would lean forward a little, tickling his balls and scrotum on my
face. He then started running his fingers across my face, pausing at my
lips and playing with them. Again with his balls over my lips, followed by
his fingers and all while I still firmly stroked his cock for him.
As Brad's fingers played with my lips, he would pull and push them so they
moved ever so slightly apart, then let them go back to their resting
position. Quickly he got so that my lips would be moved apart, and he would
move his balls over my lips as they moved back to the resting position. He
then started to leave a finger under his balls resting on my lips, and would
move my lips around to tickle his balls. Eventually the motion became so
regular that I realized I was moving my lips still and Brad had no longer
needed his fingers to stimulate the motion. As soon as I realized Brad's
finger was gone I stopped moving my lips, and momentarily slowed then
stopped stroking his cock. He quickly replaced his finger and my jerking
him resumed, followed by the movement of my lips.
We played a game where he would start the motion, remove his finger, and see
how long I would keep moving my lips on my own. At first I only kept moving
for a second, then it ended up I was going for a few seconds at a time,
until it ended up he would replace his finger on my lips before I had
stopped moving them. At this point he started parting my lips a little
more, until I could feel the wetness of my saliva come off the inside of my
lips onto his scrotum. He was enjoying the feeling, and my jerking
continued until he blew a load straight up, the cum splashing down over my
eyes, forehead, and hair.
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 3
~~~~
I didn't really see Brad again until the following evening before dinner.
Our morning schedules did not match, and I ran into him as I was getting my
things together to go for dinner. He asked me to wait and go with him in
about half an hour and I agreed.
I asked Brad what he was up to between now and then, and he said he was
actually hoping to blow a load. I looked up at him and he had a big grin on
his face. I grinned and shook my head in disbelief. He gestured to the
sofa and without objection I took my place. Before I was seated he had
started removing his pants and shirt, and I leaned off the chair to remove
my shirt as well.
Brad mounted the chair, and made no motion to begin pleasuring himself, so I
reached up and started working his cock for him. Things were moving rapidly
this time, and he did not want the process to be drawn out. He wanted to
cum, bad.
"Wait," he said--the first word spoken since he told me he was hoping to blow
a load. He quickly got off the sofa and grabbed one of my towels from my
shelf. As he hurried to his spot reached for his dick again. As I stroked,
Brad pulled me forward off the back of the chair, and leaned over me to
place the towel behind my head covering the sofa. "If I have a few shots
miss I don't want to leave a stain again." It seemed perfectly logical.
I continued my stroking, and Brad resumed his moaning. From the time he
finished with the towel to the time I could tell he was going to cum was
less than two minutes. I had his dick pointed straight away from his body
again, but was not looking at it when he started to cum. Instead, I leaned
my head back so I could look at his body and face. Brad's abs gave away the
imminent orgasm, and his face showed how much pleasure he was subjected to.
Because I was looking up, is cum hit me at much more of an angle. I could
see the first shot blast in my line of sight, hit me on the forehead, and
the rest fall in a string reaching down to my chin. Five good shots and a
few week splashes later I was again covered. I reached up to wipe one shot
of cum off my closed eyelids before I could open them to see Brad looking
down at me.
"Looks like we didn't need the towel after all," he said as I cleaned his
cock off. "I didn't miss a single shot. I couldn't say anything back to
Brad as I would have had to part my cum-covered lips. That was ok--I
couldn't think of anything to say.
Brad got off the chair and started getting ready. I opened my own pants to
jerk off and could not have lasted more than a minute. The smell of his sex
was too much stimulation.
"Wow, the more cum I shoot on your face, the bigger the load you blow."
~~~~
I don't know why I let things continue with Brad. Partly I think it was
because I thought that if I kept jerking him off, he wouldn't tell anyone I
had jerked him off. I know this was kind of messed up, but it made sense at
the time.
Things stayed as I described them for the rest of that week. Brad had shot
about 8 loads on me, and I had pleasured him six times that first week in my
first week on the job. I would always jerk off after he was done with his
load on my face and the smell of sex in the air. Near as I could tell, Brad
was not masturbating anymore, and I was taking care of all his orgasms.
Brad told me he had e-mailed his best friend from High School, and was
telling him he was getting some great hand jobs. His friend, Sam, asked who
was doing the deed but Brad said he wasn't going to tell.
We had developed sort of a routine for the task, and when I was in my PJ
bottoms with no shirt on he started calling it my "hand-job uniform." Aside
from a little teasing, Brad was a great friend. We got along well, and he
enjoyed the time with me even if I wasn't jerking him off.
At the end of the week, Brad was again seeking my services, but somehow he
ended up straddling the chair before I got my shirt off. As he was getting
close, I mentioned I should take my shirt off and we should get the towel
for the chair. He convinced me he would be able to get it all on my face if
I held the head against my skin when he shot.
Brad's cock head was covered in pre-cum. When he told me he was close, I
leaned a little forward and felt the slickness of his wet cock head slip
around my cheek. I was jerking him hard to finish him. I banged my arm and
lost my rhythm, and could tell I was going to have to pause to take another
run at it. As I slowed, Brad suggested I try and squeeze some more pre-cum
out.
The extra pre-cum kept his cock head slipping around my cheek as I again
worked Brad's cock. I could tell he was enjoying the extra stimulation to
his cock head, and noticed he was talking a little more than usual. "Oh,
that's good... Work it... Oh yeah. Make me cum. Fuck. This is going to be
a big load... ar... you ready?" He looked down at me. His eyes showed ecstasy,
and mine showed a little fear.
"eAaaAahhhhHHHhhhh. ..h...h.. ."
The shots were hard and splattered hard on my face. With my cheek I could
feel his dick head pulse out his cum, then relax. I knew he didn't want any
of his cum to touch him, so I had started his orgasm higher up on my face,
and drew it down further toward my chin with each consecutive shot. The
final shot and drool was on my chin, but true to his word Brad had kept
every drop on my face.
I found a dilemma after Brad had left me in the chair: I was so ready to
masturbate, but still had my shirt on with no way of removing it without
loosing his load. I ended up pulling my pants off and jerking madly. I had
to hold my head still in the backward position to make sure his cum didn't
start running off. When I was ready for my own load, I sat upright, still
looking straight at the ceiling, and blew my load downward over my legs.
Brad's laugh caught me off guard. I guess I had just assumed he left for a
shower, but he had watched me sit there and masturbate like that with his
load on my face. Still holding my head up to face the ceiling, I moved my
eyes around to see him standing by the dresser. The cum that would run off
my face and the cum that would run off my legs kept me from moving. Holding
the rest of my body still I reached around until I found a towel to clean
myself off.
~~~~
There was no denying that I enjoyed jerking Brad off. Thank god Brad had
not made me deny it. He just treated me like a normal friend--a good friend
at that.
The first weekend since I had started jerking Brad off, he had to do a lot
of studying for an exam on Tuesday, and was at the Library to get some work
done. Between morning sessions, trips home and other treats I made Brad cum
7 times. Each time Brad blew a big load on my face, and left me to
masturbate. The third time that Saturday, I could tell Brad was getting a
little tired, and wanted some extra stimulation. While I was stroking his
cock, Brad would lean forward a little, tickling his balls and scrotum on my
face. He then started running his fingers across my face, pausing at my
lips and playing with them. Again with his balls over my lips, followed by
his fingers and all while I still firmly stroked his cock for him.
As Brad's fingers played with my lips, he would pull and push them so they
moved ever so slightly apart, then let them go back to their resting
position. Quickly he got so that my lips would be moved apart, and he would
move his balls over my lips as they moved back to the resting position. He
then started to leave a finger under his balls resting on my lips, and would
move my lips around to tickle his balls. Eventually the motion became so
regular that I realized I was moving my lips still and Brad had no longer
needed his fingers to stimulate the motion. As soon as I realized Brad's
finger was gone I stopped moving my lips, and momentarily slowed then
stopped stroking his cock. He quickly replaced his finger and my jerking
him resumed, followed by the movement of my lips.
We played a game where he would start the motion, remove his finger, and see
how long I would keep moving my lips on my own. At first I only kept moving
for a second, then it ended up I was going for a few seconds at a time,
until it ended up he would replace his finger on my lips before I had
stopped moving them. At this point he started parting my lips a little
more, until I could feel the wetness of my saliva come off the inside of my
lips onto his scrotum. He was enjoying the feeling, and my jerking
continued until he blew a load straight up, the cum splashing down over my
eyes, forehead, and hair.
fred31ray
Slut
Brad was so turned on by how the last session went that he was horny enough
for a fourth go later in the evening. Again my lips were used to caress his
balls, but this time with a lot less prompting from Brad. This time I was
parting my lips on my own, and Brad loved every second of it.
As I became more into my new task, Brad started resting harder on my lips
when they were parted, pushing my lips further apart, and pushing his balls
firmly against my slightly open mouth. I could feel his balls resting
against my teeth but I let Brad enjoy the moment. It was quite an odd view,
seeing my hand only a couple inches away from my eyes stroking Brad's cock
madly.
Brad started resting his balls between my lips for longer and longer. In
time I relaxed a little more, and my jaw was not as tense. This allowed my
teeth to part slightly--not enough for his balls to come in, but he could
feel the opening below. Involuntarily, my tongue came up and for a fraction
of a second touched his scrotum. Brad gasped, and I realized what I had
done. I hesitated, and then touched his balls again with my tongue. His
sigh was not of shock this time but pure pleasure.
Though I was still moving my lips, they rarely came together any more. Brad
was firmly running his balls across my mouth like a harmonica, and I could
feel my tongue licking his balls as they passed by. Again, Brad was excited
and pulled his body back, then blew another big load directly at my lips--his
fourth of the day.
~~~~
Sunday was a lot more lickin' balls. Brad was not leaning forward anymore,
but had me leaning to his balls and kissing/licking them all over as I
jerked him off. He was giving the side of my head nudges to encourage some
movement, but all in all let me do my job without any help. His last orgasm
on Sunday, Brad tried a new position altogether.
To this point in time, Brad had started jerking off over my shoulder as I
watched the computer. Then he wanted to try straddling me over the sofa
chair. This time when I took off my shirt Brad told me it was time to try
something different, and had me lay on my back on the floor.
Brad got naked and stood straddling my head, facing my feet. He descended,
and sat on my face, his balls directly over my mouth. The first thing I
noticed was how strong the scent of Brad was with my nose beneath his balls.
Second, I noticed how well shaped his ass was. I had not been able to
look at it up close before. I never realized that I was doing everything
and anything Brad wanted with little objection. I sat there with Brad's
balls resting on my lips, my nose sniffing his between his legs.
"Jerk me off." Brad said from above. I couldn't see anything but his ass.
I reached up and took his cock in my hand and started stroking for him.
"Yeah... kiss my balls" which of course I did. I also started opening my lips
a little and could feel the wetness again. "Lick them." My tongue touched
a few times then started to stroke his balls a little. The whole time I was
still working his cock. Brad was getting turned on, and was really grinding
into my mouth. "Lick more... open up and get your tongue right out there...
really work them." I was licking his balls like an iced cream treat, and
could even feel my tongue touch his pubic hair and the vein that ran up his
cock. Brad started thrashing a little, and then was almost too caught up in
the moment to say "Open up even more" as he pushed his balls right into my
mouth. I was working his cock well through this, and he started having his
orgasm while I could feel the pulsing all around my mouth as his balls
emptied onto my chest.
"That was great" was all he said before he went to bed. I quietly jerked
off as Brad crawled into bed and turned out his light. I blew a massive
load with the taste of Brad's balls in my mouth.
~~~~
Late in the evening on Monday I still hadn't heard from Brad. I assumed he
was at the library, so went and had dinner myself. When I got home there
was a message on the machine from Brad asking me if I had seen a book he
needed. He was at the library and wanted me to call his cell if I found his
book. The book was in our room so I called him, and discovered he was
having a long day. I didn't have much to do so offered to drop the book by
the library for him. Brad told me where he was and I started the
fifteen-minute walk to the other end of the campus.
I found Brad and gave him the book. We chatted for a while, and he
explained he was going to stay studying until the library closed. Chatted
some more before he shared that he had been a little horny, and asked me if
I could help him out. I was shocked and said "What?! Here?"
"No," he said as if I was a fool for thinking so. "We could go to the
washroom. I don't even think there is anyone else on this floor." Brad was
right, the Library was deserted, and this floor was especially unoccupied.
I asked if he was serious, and he just told me to follow him. I was led to
the washroom, and Brad went in to one of the stalls. He had me sit on the
toilet, and tried a few different ways of standing once he had his dick out.
Eventually he decided it was best if I sat there and he stood on the
ground in front of me. If we heard anyone come in he would stand on the edge
of the bowl with his feet between my legs. In utter disbelief this was
happening I started jerking him off. Brad was very aroused, and it was easy
to work him. He pulled my head forward to his balls and I started to tongue
his balls again, this time my nose pressed against the shaft of his cock. I
was upright this time and my tongue did reach the edge of his shaft, but did
not climb up. Brad's orgasm was approaching, and I jerked and licked him
well. Just in time for his first shot Brad pulled his balls and my face
apart, and pressed the head on my face so that I would not get my clothes
dirty. He shot and shot, and my face was covered. He pulled his dick back
into his pants, thanked me, and told me he would be back at his desk.
Brad had left the washroom, but I doubt he had made it all the way to his
desk when I blew my own load. I blew it into my hand, and tried to get as
much off into the toilet as possible, but it was difficult because Brad's
cum was still on my face. I got some toilet paper and wiped off as best I
could, and then careful that I didn't hear anyone near the washroom I peeked
out into the mirror. I still had a good gob of cum in my hair, and quickly
cleaned it off. After a last inspection I went out and said goodnight to
Brad.
~~~~
The next week provided Brad with a lot more licking of his balls. It became
such a regular part of our routine that I even did it without being asked.
The licking focused mainly on his nuts, but I had explored around the base
of his shaft and the sides of his legs. He did enjoy my lips working on his
sack, and had me do this most of the time while I was working him, but
without fail he blew his load on me.
Brad was very direct, and did not try and make much of a game about how I
jerked him. He was not rude, but did not beat around the bush at all. If
he wanted a hand job, he just said he needed one. If I was not doing
something and he wanted it done he told me. When he was ready to cum he
would tell me to aim at my face.
During one of Brad's hand job sessions he was direct again in telling me
what he wanted. He pointed out that when he was aiming at my face, I would
press my lips together. He said he liked shooting across lips, and did not
want me to make them so tight. He told me to just relax my lips a little so
they looked more full when he came on them.
I thought about it for a second, and he was right. I did press my lips
together when he came--I didn't know why, but I did it. I jerked him hard
and puckered my lips for him just as he asked. He told me that was perfect,
and blew a load almost all directly on my lips. I could feel my lips
getting soft as the cum was soaked in and moistened them, then could feel
them get crusty as the cum dried. Later, as I washed up I thought I could
taste some of Brad's cum, and ran to brush my teeth.
A few days later Brad brought his cock head to my lips as I was jerking him
off. I had touched most of his balls and shaft with my lips at that point,
but never the head of his dick. I was startled, but continued to jerk him
off. His dick head touched my lips every so often, and at the moment he
started to cum he had his head pressed hard against my lips. There was no
stopping the first shot--it definitely shot past my loosely closed lips and I
immediately spit it out. Later I think Brad was worried he had pissed me
off, but it did not stop him from enjoying the rest of his orgasm. The next
few times I jerked him off he did not touch my lips with the head of his
dick, but everything else was as before.
~~~~
Brad had called me from his cell phone a few times. The first couple times
he asked me to bring him something, but quickly he became direct and told me
he needed a hand job. I never disappointed him and would walk or bike over
to whatever building he was in.
One time I jerked him off in a study room, and he blew an especially big
load on my face. I didn't have anything to clean my face off with, so Brad
said he would go to the washroom and get some paper towels. I sat there
nervous as hell with his load on my face in a class that had no lock on the
door. I could hear steps in the hall and prayed they were Brad's. They
were, but he could not find any paper towels. He suggested I use my boxers,
and having no other viable option I took off my pants and boxers, cleaned my
face, and put my pants back on. I folded up my boxers and shoved them in my
pocket before I almost ran home to jerk off. I did not realize until that
day how much I needed the smell and feel of Brad's cum to get myself off. I
had to take the wet boxers out of my pocket, unfold them, and lay them over
my nose to get myself off. The next time I took care of Brad on campus, I
came prepared with a cum rag.
for a fourth go later in the evening. Again my lips were used to caress his
balls, but this time with a lot less prompting from Brad. This time I was
parting my lips on my own, and Brad loved every second of it.
As I became more into my new task, Brad started resting harder on my lips
when they were parted, pushing my lips further apart, and pushing his balls
firmly against my slightly open mouth. I could feel his balls resting
against my teeth but I let Brad enjoy the moment. It was quite an odd view,
seeing my hand only a couple inches away from my eyes stroking Brad's cock
madly.
Brad started resting his balls between my lips for longer and longer. In
time I relaxed a little more, and my jaw was not as tense. This allowed my
teeth to part slightly--not enough for his balls to come in, but he could
feel the opening below. Involuntarily, my tongue came up and for a fraction
of a second touched his scrotum. Brad gasped, and I realized what I had
done. I hesitated, and then touched his balls again with my tongue. His
sigh was not of shock this time but pure pleasure.
Though I was still moving my lips, they rarely came together any more. Brad
was firmly running his balls across my mouth like a harmonica, and I could
feel my tongue licking his balls as they passed by. Again, Brad was excited
and pulled his body back, then blew another big load directly at my lips--his
fourth of the day.
~~~~
Sunday was a lot more lickin' balls. Brad was not leaning forward anymore,
but had me leaning to his balls and kissing/licking them all over as I
jerked him off. He was giving the side of my head nudges to encourage some
movement, but all in all let me do my job without any help. His last orgasm
on Sunday, Brad tried a new position altogether.
To this point in time, Brad had started jerking off over my shoulder as I
watched the computer. Then he wanted to try straddling me over the sofa
chair. This time when I took off my shirt Brad told me it was time to try
something different, and had me lay on my back on the floor.
Brad got naked and stood straddling my head, facing my feet. He descended,
and sat on my face, his balls directly over my mouth. The first thing I
noticed was how strong the scent of Brad was with my nose beneath his balls.
Second, I noticed how well shaped his ass was. I had not been able to
look at it up close before. I never realized that I was doing everything
and anything Brad wanted with little objection. I sat there with Brad's
balls resting on my lips, my nose sniffing his between his legs.
"Jerk me off." Brad said from above. I couldn't see anything but his ass.
I reached up and took his cock in my hand and started stroking for him.
"Yeah... kiss my balls" which of course I did. I also started opening my lips
a little and could feel the wetness again. "Lick them." My tongue touched
a few times then started to stroke his balls a little. The whole time I was
still working his cock. Brad was getting turned on, and was really grinding
into my mouth. "Lick more... open up and get your tongue right out there...
really work them." I was licking his balls like an iced cream treat, and
could even feel my tongue touch his pubic hair and the vein that ran up his
cock. Brad started thrashing a little, and then was almost too caught up in
the moment to say "Open up even more" as he pushed his balls right into my
mouth. I was working his cock well through this, and he started having his
orgasm while I could feel the pulsing all around my mouth as his balls
emptied onto my chest.
"That was great" was all he said before he went to bed. I quietly jerked
off as Brad crawled into bed and turned out his light. I blew a massive
load with the taste of Brad's balls in my mouth.
~~~~
Late in the evening on Monday I still hadn't heard from Brad. I assumed he
was at the library, so went and had dinner myself. When I got home there
was a message on the machine from Brad asking me if I had seen a book he
needed. He was at the library and wanted me to call his cell if I found his
book. The book was in our room so I called him, and discovered he was
having a long day. I didn't have much to do so offered to drop the book by
the library for him. Brad told me where he was and I started the
fifteen-minute walk to the other end of the campus.
I found Brad and gave him the book. We chatted for a while, and he
explained he was going to stay studying until the library closed. Chatted
some more before he shared that he had been a little horny, and asked me if
I could help him out. I was shocked and said "What?! Here?"
"No," he said as if I was a fool for thinking so. "We could go to the
washroom. I don't even think there is anyone else on this floor." Brad was
right, the Library was deserted, and this floor was especially unoccupied.
I asked if he was serious, and he just told me to follow him. I was led to
the washroom, and Brad went in to one of the stalls. He had me sit on the
toilet, and tried a few different ways of standing once he had his dick out.
Eventually he decided it was best if I sat there and he stood on the
ground in front of me. If we heard anyone come in he would stand on the edge
of the bowl with his feet between my legs. In utter disbelief this was
happening I started jerking him off. Brad was very aroused, and it was easy
to work him. He pulled my head forward to his balls and I started to tongue
his balls again, this time my nose pressed against the shaft of his cock. I
was upright this time and my tongue did reach the edge of his shaft, but did
not climb up. Brad's orgasm was approaching, and I jerked and licked him
well. Just in time for his first shot Brad pulled his balls and my face
apart, and pressed the head on my face so that I would not get my clothes
dirty. He shot and shot, and my face was covered. He pulled his dick back
into his pants, thanked me, and told me he would be back at his desk.
Brad had left the washroom, but I doubt he had made it all the way to his
desk when I blew my own load. I blew it into my hand, and tried to get as
much off into the toilet as possible, but it was difficult because Brad's
cum was still on my face. I got some toilet paper and wiped off as best I
could, and then careful that I didn't hear anyone near the washroom I peeked
out into the mirror. I still had a good gob of cum in my hair, and quickly
cleaned it off. After a last inspection I went out and said goodnight to
Brad.
~~~~
The next week provided Brad with a lot more licking of his balls. It became
such a regular part of our routine that I even did it without being asked.
The licking focused mainly on his nuts, but I had explored around the base
of his shaft and the sides of his legs. He did enjoy my lips working on his
sack, and had me do this most of the time while I was working him, but
without fail he blew his load on me.
Brad was very direct, and did not try and make much of a game about how I
jerked him. He was not rude, but did not beat around the bush at all. If
he wanted a hand job, he just said he needed one. If I was not doing
something and he wanted it done he told me. When he was ready to cum he
would tell me to aim at my face.
During one of Brad's hand job sessions he was direct again in telling me
what he wanted. He pointed out that when he was aiming at my face, I would
press my lips together. He said he liked shooting across lips, and did not
want me to make them so tight. He told me to just relax my lips a little so
they looked more full when he came on them.
I thought about it for a second, and he was right. I did press my lips
together when he came--I didn't know why, but I did it. I jerked him hard
and puckered my lips for him just as he asked. He told me that was perfect,
and blew a load almost all directly on my lips. I could feel my lips
getting soft as the cum was soaked in and moistened them, then could feel
them get crusty as the cum dried. Later, as I washed up I thought I could
taste some of Brad's cum, and ran to brush my teeth.
A few days later Brad brought his cock head to my lips as I was jerking him
off. I had touched most of his balls and shaft with my lips at that point,
but never the head of his dick. I was startled, but continued to jerk him
off. His dick head touched my lips every so often, and at the moment he
started to cum he had his head pressed hard against my lips. There was no
stopping the first shot--it definitely shot past my loosely closed lips and I
immediately spit it out. Later I think Brad was worried he had pissed me
off, but it did not stop him from enjoying the rest of his orgasm. The next
few times I jerked him off he did not touch my lips with the head of his
dick, but everything else was as before.
~~~~
Brad had called me from his cell phone a few times. The first couple times
he asked me to bring him something, but quickly he became direct and told me
he needed a hand job. I never disappointed him and would walk or bike over
to whatever building he was in.
One time I jerked him off in a study room, and he blew an especially big
load on my face. I didn't have anything to clean my face off with, so Brad
said he would go to the washroom and get some paper towels. I sat there
nervous as hell with his load on my face in a class that had no lock on the
door. I could hear steps in the hall and prayed they were Brad's. They
were, but he could not find any paper towels. He suggested I use my boxers,
and having no other viable option I took off my pants and boxers, cleaned my
face, and put my pants back on. I folded up my boxers and shoved them in my
pocket before I almost ran home to jerk off. I did not realize until that
day how much I needed the smell and feel of Brad's cum to get myself off. I
had to take the wet boxers out of my pocket, unfold them, and lay them over
my nose to get myself off. The next time I took care of Brad on campus, I
came prepared with a cum rag.
fred31ray
Slut
Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 5
~~~~
Brad's friend Sam came over to visit one weekend. I new Brad had told Sam
he was getting hand jobs all the time, but Brad had swore to me he wouldn't
tell Sam I was the one taking care of his needs. I hoped Brad had stayed
true to his word.
Sam arrived on a Friday, and was at our dorm room when I got back from my
last class that afternoon. Sam had cut his classes that day, and had taken
the ferry over to see Brad. We talked for a while, and Sam brought up the
hand jobs. I was scared, but had no choice but to play along. Sam asked if
I knew who was giving Brad all the hand jobs. I could not lie well, so told
the truth: I did know who was doing the job. Sam thought it was great, and
couldn't believe someone would sit there and let Brad spunk all over their
face every day. Sam was jealous.
After dinner Sam took off to visit an Aunt & Uncle in town. Brad and I
returned to our room and Brad wanted to blow a load. As things got going,
Brad slowed me down, saying he wanted this to be a good one because it was
going to be tough to fit these in with Sam staying over. I stretched it out
as long as I could, licking his balls, slowly rubbing his pre-cum over my
cheek, and taking breaks so he would not shoot his load too fast.
We were about twenty-five minutes into the hand job, and I had Brad's balls
in my mouth and was jerking him madly when I heard a key in the door. I had
enough time to get his balls out of my mouth but had not let go of his dick
when Sam burst into the room. Sam was so shocked he just stood there until
I told him to close the damn door. He did close the door, and all he could
say was "It's you! You are the one jerking him off!"
I was frozen. I just sat there holding Brad's dick and staring at Sam. Sam
walked over and was taking his own dick out and working it into a big old
hard on. "This is great... keep going, I want to see this!"
Brad looked down at me in a half apology and a half encouragement. "He's
already seen, you might as well keep going." I was moving my hand, slowly
jerking Brad off, but not fully aware of my actions. Sam had started
jerking himself off beside us, and I sat there humiliated at my secret
exposed. "It's OK" Brad said to me reassuringly. I started working Brad a
little more. I continued to stroke Brad, but did not lick his balls again.
I figured Sam had seen enough.
Soon it was obvious Brad was going to cum. I was unsure I wanted to finish
him with Sam watching, but Brad took this decision out of my hands (sort of)
by leaning his cock head to my face as he started to cum. I pleasured him
through his entire orgasm, and carefully worked the last drops of cum from
his dick head. As I did this I became aware Sam was still in the room and
saw me take the load on my face. I was also aware of Sam's masturbation,
and thought he was close to orgasm as well.
"Can I cum on him too?" Sam asked Brad in a faint voice. I looked up at
Brad who was looking down at me as if asking a question. I don't remember
trying to tell him anything, but he seemed to read my face well.
"He's already got one load, you can go ahead if you want." Brad had given
Sam permission to cum on my face. I looked over at Sam to see how long it
was going to be, and realized he was already taking aim. As if by instinct
I faced him directly and presented his target like I would to Brad. It was
quite odd having the cum splash on my face without me doing the jerking. I
noticed his cum was a lot runnier than Brad's, and that it had a much
stronger smell.
"That was great... thanks!" Sam said. I assumed Sam was talking to me, but I
was unable to reply.
"You're welcome." Brad had replied. Sam must have been thanking him.
"Let's go watch some TV so he can finish himself." After the door closed I
blew my load, and quickly cleaned up. I was so covered in the two guy's cum
that I went for a shower.
~~~~
After watching some TV and shooting the shit for a while, Brad, Sam and I
had returned to the room. The topic of sex came up, and I learned that Sam
and Brad had circle jerked since they hit puberty. Sam asked Brad if he was
going to blow another load tonight, and Brad looked over at me. Brad said
he would if my jerking arm was not too tired. He sort of smiled and started
undressing. He then commented I was already in my uniform, and he and Sam
both smiled. As I was sitting down and Brad was getting up, I asked Brad if
I had to do it with Sam watching. Brad told me that he and Sam had been
jerking off for years, so it didn't matter at all. Though that was not what
I had meant, I decided that Sam had already watched, and he didn't even live
in town so it wouldn't be a big deal.
I started jerking Brad off, and almost forgot Sam was watching--until I heard
Sam talking with Brad. They were talking about how often I did this, and
Brad was sharing how I had done it on campus for him. He also told Sam it
was great because I never tried to pleasure myself while taking care of him,
but always waited until after. Sam asked if he always came on my face, and
Brad told him how much his aim had improved and how he never got any cum on
himself--even on his dick head.
Sam had taken off his pants and had his dick right beside us on the chair.
Sam asked Brad if I could jerk him off too, but Brad said he would have to
wait until after he was done. He said the chair was in the way, but we
might try something like that tomorrow. Brad slowed his conversation as he
got into the hand job. I worked him skillfully, and quickly brought him to
the edge. As he was ready to shoot, he called to Sam to watch him cum on my
face. I just sat there and let it all happen. I was surprised how big of a
load Brad shot for his second of the day. He must have been quite turned
on.
As Brad was getting off I wiped some cum off my hand onto my chest. Sam
quickly took Brad's spot and I didn't even get a chance to clean myself off.
Sam was quite ready. He kept looking at me, saying he was going to cum on
my face, and it would be my fourth load in as many hours. He also was
saying how great it must be to have a personal hand-job assistant living in
the same room. I was working Sam hard, trying to get him to shoot before
Brad's cum turned all runny and messed up my whole body. I could hear Brad
telling me to pucker my lips a little so Sam could shoot all over them, and
as I moved my lips I could hear Sam start down the road of no return. I
kept going and milked his cock all over my already cum covered face and
lips.
~~~~
The morning hand job was my first double hand job. I did them both at once
as they stood on either side. I had to work them as they took turns talking
about how good it felt to have me doing all the work for their circle jerk.
Brad was the first to shoot, and had brought his balls to my face for me to
lick. I had not licked them, but Brad still took pleasure from rubbing his
scrotum all over my lips. He quickly shot, and then got out of the way as
not to be hit by any of Sam's cum as he also let loose on me.
Sam went for a solo run just before lunch, but Brad said he was too tired.
Brad left the room to let Sam have a little more time, and Sam started
talking to me about this whole situation. He told me I had talent for hand
jobs, and that I was really keeping Brad happy. He also said Brad needed a
lot of satisfaction so I had better make sure I keep up the good work. He
placed his balls over my lips like Brad had done in the morning and rested
them there as I continued jerking him off. I moved my lips a little for
him, but did not kiss, lick, or suck his balls like I did for Brad. My
little bit of lip motion was enough for Sam at that time, and he pulled back
to shoot again. His cum was real runny this time, but did not smell as
strong as before. I cleaned up Sam's mess and we joined Brad for lunch.
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 5
~~~~
Brad's friend Sam came over to visit one weekend. I new Brad had told Sam
he was getting hand jobs all the time, but Brad had swore to me he wouldn't
tell Sam I was the one taking care of his needs. I hoped Brad had stayed
true to his word.
Sam arrived on a Friday, and was at our dorm room when I got back from my
last class that afternoon. Sam had cut his classes that day, and had taken
the ferry over to see Brad. We talked for a while, and Sam brought up the
hand jobs. I was scared, but had no choice but to play along. Sam asked if
I knew who was giving Brad all the hand jobs. I could not lie well, so told
the truth: I did know who was doing the job. Sam thought it was great, and
couldn't believe someone would sit there and let Brad spunk all over their
face every day. Sam was jealous.
After dinner Sam took off to visit an Aunt & Uncle in town. Brad and I
returned to our room and Brad wanted to blow a load. As things got going,
Brad slowed me down, saying he wanted this to be a good one because it was
going to be tough to fit these in with Sam staying over. I stretched it out
as long as I could, licking his balls, slowly rubbing his pre-cum over my
cheek, and taking breaks so he would not shoot his load too fast.
We were about twenty-five minutes into the hand job, and I had Brad's balls
in my mouth and was jerking him madly when I heard a key in the door. I had
enough time to get his balls out of my mouth but had not let go of his dick
when Sam burst into the room. Sam was so shocked he just stood there until
I told him to close the damn door. He did close the door, and all he could
say was "It's you! You are the one jerking him off!"
I was frozen. I just sat there holding Brad's dick and staring at Sam. Sam
walked over and was taking his own dick out and working it into a big old
hard on. "This is great... keep going, I want to see this!"
Brad looked down at me in a half apology and a half encouragement. "He's
already seen, you might as well keep going." I was moving my hand, slowly
jerking Brad off, but not fully aware of my actions. Sam had started
jerking himself off beside us, and I sat there humiliated at my secret
exposed. "It's OK" Brad said to me reassuringly. I started working Brad a
little more. I continued to stroke Brad, but did not lick his balls again.
I figured Sam had seen enough.
Soon it was obvious Brad was going to cum. I was unsure I wanted to finish
him with Sam watching, but Brad took this decision out of my hands (sort of)
by leaning his cock head to my face as he started to cum. I pleasured him
through his entire orgasm, and carefully worked the last drops of cum from
his dick head. As I did this I became aware Sam was still in the room and
saw me take the load on my face. I was also aware of Sam's masturbation,
and thought he was close to orgasm as well.
"Can I cum on him too?" Sam asked Brad in a faint voice. I looked up at
Brad who was looking down at me as if asking a question. I don't remember
trying to tell him anything, but he seemed to read my face well.
"He's already got one load, you can go ahead if you want." Brad had given
Sam permission to cum on my face. I looked over at Sam to see how long it
was going to be, and realized he was already taking aim. As if by instinct
I faced him directly and presented his target like I would to Brad. It was
quite odd having the cum splash on my face without me doing the jerking. I
noticed his cum was a lot runnier than Brad's, and that it had a much
stronger smell.
"That was great... thanks!" Sam said. I assumed Sam was talking to me, but I
was unable to reply.
"You're welcome." Brad had replied. Sam must have been thanking him.
"Let's go watch some TV so he can finish himself." After the door closed I
blew my load, and quickly cleaned up. I was so covered in the two guy's cum
that I went for a shower.
~~~~
After watching some TV and shooting the shit for a while, Brad, Sam and I
had returned to the room. The topic of sex came up, and I learned that Sam
and Brad had circle jerked since they hit puberty. Sam asked Brad if he was
going to blow another load tonight, and Brad looked over at me. Brad said
he would if my jerking arm was not too tired. He sort of smiled and started
undressing. He then commented I was already in my uniform, and he and Sam
both smiled. As I was sitting down and Brad was getting up, I asked Brad if
I had to do it with Sam watching. Brad told me that he and Sam had been
jerking off for years, so it didn't matter at all. Though that was not what
I had meant, I decided that Sam had already watched, and he didn't even live
in town so it wouldn't be a big deal.
I started jerking Brad off, and almost forgot Sam was watching--until I heard
Sam talking with Brad. They were talking about how often I did this, and
Brad was sharing how I had done it on campus for him. He also told Sam it
was great because I never tried to pleasure myself while taking care of him,
but always waited until after. Sam asked if he always came on my face, and
Brad told him how much his aim had improved and how he never got any cum on
himself--even on his dick head.
Sam had taken off his pants and had his dick right beside us on the chair.
Sam asked Brad if I could jerk him off too, but Brad said he would have to
wait until after he was done. He said the chair was in the way, but we
might try something like that tomorrow. Brad slowed his conversation as he
got into the hand job. I worked him skillfully, and quickly brought him to
the edge. As he was ready to shoot, he called to Sam to watch him cum on my
face. I just sat there and let it all happen. I was surprised how big of a
load Brad shot for his second of the day. He must have been quite turned
on.
As Brad was getting off I wiped some cum off my hand onto my chest. Sam
quickly took Brad's spot and I didn't even get a chance to clean myself off.
Sam was quite ready. He kept looking at me, saying he was going to cum on
my face, and it would be my fourth load in as many hours. He also was
saying how great it must be to have a personal hand-job assistant living in
the same room. I was working Sam hard, trying to get him to shoot before
Brad's cum turned all runny and messed up my whole body. I could hear Brad
telling me to pucker my lips a little so Sam could shoot all over them, and
as I moved my lips I could hear Sam start down the road of no return. I
kept going and milked his cock all over my already cum covered face and
lips.
~~~~
The morning hand job was my first double hand job. I did them both at once
as they stood on either side. I had to work them as they took turns talking
about how good it felt to have me doing all the work for their circle jerk.
Brad was the first to shoot, and had brought his balls to my face for me to
lick. I had not licked them, but Brad still took pleasure from rubbing his
scrotum all over my lips. He quickly shot, and then got out of the way as
not to be hit by any of Sam's cum as he also let loose on me.
Sam went for a solo run just before lunch, but Brad said he was too tired.
Brad left the room to let Sam have a little more time, and Sam started
talking to me about this whole situation. He told me I had talent for hand
jobs, and that I was really keeping Brad happy. He also said Brad needed a
lot of satisfaction so I had better make sure I keep up the good work. He
placed his balls over my lips like Brad had done in the morning and rested
them there as I continued jerking him off. I moved my lips a little for
him, but did not kiss, lick, or suck his balls like I did for Brad. My
little bit of lip motion was enough for Sam at that time, and he pulled back
to shoot again. His cum was real runny this time, but did not smell as
strong as before. I cleaned up Sam's mess and we joined Brad for lunch.
fred31ray
Slut
Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 6
~~~~
When Sam and I met up with Brad in the cafeteria, there were a few other
people from the building sitting at the table. We joined the conversation,
and as they finished each group left until just Sam, Brad and I remained.
It was then that Sam shared the story of his last hand job with Brad, saying
what a good job I had done, and how I was a natural. The description went
on for a few minutes before Brad interrupted and said he was ready to cum.
He got up and took his tray back, followed in a few seconds by Sam and then
I. Brad didn't even look back; he just walked ahead of us back to the dorm
room.
When Sam and I caught up to Brad in the room, he already had his pants off
and was showing off his large erection. He looked at me as I was frozen,
stunned at how hard his dick was. "Come on... I can't wait," he said looking
over at the chair. I removed my shirt on the way to the chair, and hardly
had my back touching it, when Brad started mounting it from the front. He
immediately planted his balls on my lips and just said one word: "Lick."
I parted my lips a little and tongued Brad's nut-sack for him. I also
started stroking his cock while he began to moan in pleasure. His dick was
very hard and he was so ready to be taken care of. I was very surprised
when he pulled back and got off the chair. "Lay on your back," he said as
he gestured to the floor. I was not sure this was for real, but still moved
to lie down. He sat on my face again, firmly planting his balls for my
tongue and lips to stimulate. He was straddling my chest leaning forward on
his arms so his balls could reach my face. "Open wider" was the next thing
he said about five minutes later. I did and his balls quickly entered my
mouth.
I was in a daze as I sucked on Brad's balls and stroked his cock. Brad's
drive to get satisfied had rubbed off on me, and that was all I was thinking
about. I was brought back to reality as I felt Brad's ass cheek flex,
driving his balls even deeper into my mouth. I hadn't realized my hand was
holding his ass, and may have even pushed him forward a bit. His ass was
quite nice, and this is the first time I remember touching it more than
incidentally. In this moment of reality I also looked around and realized
that Sam was watching all this.
"I can't believe he is sucking your balls--this is great!" Brad did not
respond to Sam, but just grunted as he continued to get stroked. I was so
into sucking and licking Brad's nuts that when he pulled up my tongue
reached up and kept licking his balls, and up the entire shaft as he took
aim at my face. My lips closed just in time to feel the hot cum pool across
them. He shot big, and one shot went across my hair and onto the floor
behind me.
After Brad had finished his orgasm, he got off me and tossed me a towel. I
cleaned my face and cleaned up the stray shot over my head. I was hoping
Brad and Sam would go so that I could jerk myself off. For some reason I
was becoming uncomfortable jerking off in front of the two of them, but I
desperately needed a release after taking care of both Sam and Brad in two
hot sessions.
Sam looked over at me, but I think he was talking to Brad when he said "I
got'a try that!" I laid back down and Sam took the same position as Brad.
His balls were in my mouth and my hand was on his ass. Sam was not as
smooth as Brad, but I think he enjoyed the sensation just as much. I had
jerked Sam off two times already today, and the last time was less than two
hours ago. This meant that Sam had more time to enjoy the sensations. Sam
began speaking: "Has he sucked your dick yet?"
Brad was slow to respond, but said "No--not yet."
"You should have him try. That would be great!"
"I shot a little in his mouth once, and I think he is afraid of the taste."
"Well, he sure `aint afraid of tasting my balls!" Sam said and they both
laughed. Sam just sat there for a few minutes, enjoying my mouth and hand.
He started talking under his breath. "Yeah... suck those balls... oh yeah...
more tongue... ok... yeah... work it... Work It! Don't Stop... YEAH!" He may have
said a few more things but all I noticed was how his balls contracted while
in my mouth, and he blew a load up onto my forehead. He shot hard, and then
began to relax--his balls still in my mouth. I just rested there, and had
stopped stroking his cock, which was in post orgasmic flinches. A little
bit of cum and rolled down his cock shaft and was now on my lips as they
surrounded his balls.
He just sat there for about a minute, and then Brad brought us back to the
real world. "Let's go over to the store so he can jerk off." Sam slowly
responded by pulling back, wiping the cum from his dick to my lips, putting
his pants on, and joining Brad as they left me lying on the floor. I could
still taste Sam's balls, and kept re-playing how they pumped when he came.
~~~~
I jerked Brad and Sam off one more time each that night. I woke up the next
morning late, and was almost sure Brad and Sam were talking about me, but
didn't get the gist of what they were saying. Sam had to go and catch the
ferry, but had time for one last orgasm before he left. I obliged, and Sam
promised he would come back soon. Sam told me it was good that I was taking
care of Brad--he was a good man and needed to be treated right.
Brad took Sam to the ferry, and I stayed at the dorm room to get some
homework done. Brad returned about two hours later and immediately had me
jerk him off. He was really into the fact that I had been taking care of
Sam, and that I had done such a good job at it. Just before bed that night
I was jerking Brad off again when he looked like he had a revelation. He
had muttered to himself "That's perfect! Yeah..." but I was sure it was not
the hand job he was talking about so I asked what he meant. He said he just
had a great idea, but he would show me later. I would have asked more but
Brad shoved his balls in my mouth so I couldn't speak.
Over the next few days I jerked Brad off regularly, and he had pulled his
dick across my licking tongue a few times. I didn't see him at all on
Wednesday during the day, and out paths did not cross until late that night.
It had been since Tuesday night that I had jerked Brad off which was
probably the longest he had gone without an orgasm in weeks. When I finally
did see him he was ready to enjoy himself, and was naked within seconds with
a giant hard-on waiting for me to take care of. I started as usual, and
noticed Brad's juices were really flowing.
After about fifteen minutes of his hand-job, Brad stopped me. He left his
balls in my mouth, and looked down at me with a smile. "I got a present for
you," he said still smiling. "You know how you don't like the taste of
cum?" he asked. I assumed the question was rhetorical seeing as I was
unable to speak. I did my best to grunt an un-huh. "Well," he continued,
"I thought of a way we can work around that." He reached over behind the
chair and pulled out a bag from Shoppers Drug Mart--the bag contained a
single condom wrapper. "This way you can lick my dick head without tasting
cum." He opened the wrapper as he said "I even got it un-lubricated so you
wouldn't have to taste anything. Here... roll it on."
It had been a long time since I had jerked off, and I guess I was extra
horny so it didn't seem to register exactly what Brad was asking me to do.
I took the condom from him, pulled back from his balls, and stroked his warm
erection. I looked up at him to be sure, and then started to slowly place
then roll the condom down his cock. I rubbed his dick a bit after the
condom was on, and noticed it was going to be difficult to keep jerking him
off.
Brad brought his balls back to my lips for me to lick on, and I started my
work, all the while holding his dick for him and feeling it throb. He moved
so the base of his dick was at my lips, and I crossed the line of the condom
base as I started up the shaft. I made the condom wet with my spit as his
dick continued moving, my tongue passing each of my fingers up his shaft. I
am still unsure how long it took, but soon I could feel a bump under the
rubber as my tongue massaged the crown of his dick head for the first time.
Brad's breathing was heavy, and I could hear it distinctly as I sat there
with his dick head facing directly toward my mouth. I just sat there and
licked like an ice cream cone, feeling the pulsing and the heat under the
latex. Brad had rested his dick head at my lips, so they joined my tongue
in pleasuring his cock. I was moving my hand a little, but the vast
majority of the pleasure for Brad was from my mouth. He leaned forward a
little, and I could feel his dick head at my teeth. I kept licking the tip,
and was now working my lips around about three-quarters of the head. I
noticed Brad's leg had started to quiver uncontrollably, and he was
adjusting his weight to try and make it stop. My saliva had provided a good
amount of lube as my lips and tongue slipped nicely around the sheathed
monster. Between heavy breaths he was now adding moans of pleasure.
He did not move as I continued massaging Brad's dick head. I got more into
my task, and parted my teeth a little more so I could work my tongue around
more of the head. Brad moved a little back and before I knew it I was
reaching forward to keep his dick head with my lips. After a quick
adjustment, Brad moved his dick back where it was and I continued licking
and massaging with my lips. I was working away and felt something under my
lips as Brad sighed. It was the end of his dick head--I had the whole thing
under my lips, and at least half if it had passed my open teeth.
"This is great!" Brad moaned under his breath as I continued. Brad's legs
were contracting and relaxing every so often. I noticed later that with
every contraction, his dick head would travel a quarter inch in, then would
retreat about an eighth of an inch. After most of his dick head had passed
my teeth, Brad just leaned forward and went in about a full inch further.
"It's so warm... this is fantastic! Use a little more tongue!"
I was caught up enough in the situation to let it continue. Brad kept
penetrating my mouth and I kept licking and sucking away. I even caught
myself stretching my lips out to pull more of his dick in. He was enjoying
every second. Me sucking one end of his dick while still jerking on the
base. "Play with my balls" Brad said from above. Looking back I guess he
wanted my jerking hand out of the way, but I kept jerking and used my other
hand to tickle his nuts. He started more pronounced thrusting, he knew I
was no longer in any state to object. It didn't take long for him to find
his pleasure spot. I felt his dick throbbing between my lips, and it had
been tense for a few seconds longer than normal when I felt it begin to
thrash as he came--the semen being pumped through his cock under my lower
lip, ejaculating into the condom.
As Brad's orgasm subsided, he reached down and touched my cheek. "Woah,
sensitive" was all he said as he let his dick rest in my mouth for a second
before pulling out. I was amazed to see how much cum was in the tip of the
condom. "Pull it off." I rolled the condom up and when I got to the tip it
drained on my face. His dick head was covered in cum, and I quickly cleaned
it off with my hand. Brad got up and went to go shower.
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 6
~~~~
When Sam and I met up with Brad in the cafeteria, there were a few other
people from the building sitting at the table. We joined the conversation,
and as they finished each group left until just Sam, Brad and I remained.
It was then that Sam shared the story of his last hand job with Brad, saying
what a good job I had done, and how I was a natural. The description went
on for a few minutes before Brad interrupted and said he was ready to cum.
He got up and took his tray back, followed in a few seconds by Sam and then
I. Brad didn't even look back; he just walked ahead of us back to the dorm
room.
When Sam and I caught up to Brad in the room, he already had his pants off
and was showing off his large erection. He looked at me as I was frozen,
stunned at how hard his dick was. "Come on... I can't wait," he said looking
over at the chair. I removed my shirt on the way to the chair, and hardly
had my back touching it, when Brad started mounting it from the front. He
immediately planted his balls on my lips and just said one word: "Lick."
I parted my lips a little and tongued Brad's nut-sack for him. I also
started stroking his cock while he began to moan in pleasure. His dick was
very hard and he was so ready to be taken care of. I was very surprised
when he pulled back and got off the chair. "Lay on your back," he said as
he gestured to the floor. I was not sure this was for real, but still moved
to lie down. He sat on my face again, firmly planting his balls for my
tongue and lips to stimulate. He was straddling my chest leaning forward on
his arms so his balls could reach my face. "Open wider" was the next thing
he said about five minutes later. I did and his balls quickly entered my
mouth.
I was in a daze as I sucked on Brad's balls and stroked his cock. Brad's
drive to get satisfied had rubbed off on me, and that was all I was thinking
about. I was brought back to reality as I felt Brad's ass cheek flex,
driving his balls even deeper into my mouth. I hadn't realized my hand was
holding his ass, and may have even pushed him forward a bit. His ass was
quite nice, and this is the first time I remember touching it more than
incidentally. In this moment of reality I also looked around and realized
that Sam was watching all this.
"I can't believe he is sucking your balls--this is great!" Brad did not
respond to Sam, but just grunted as he continued to get stroked. I was so
into sucking and licking Brad's nuts that when he pulled up my tongue
reached up and kept licking his balls, and up the entire shaft as he took
aim at my face. My lips closed just in time to feel the hot cum pool across
them. He shot big, and one shot went across my hair and onto the floor
behind me.
After Brad had finished his orgasm, he got off me and tossed me a towel. I
cleaned my face and cleaned up the stray shot over my head. I was hoping
Brad and Sam would go so that I could jerk myself off. For some reason I
was becoming uncomfortable jerking off in front of the two of them, but I
desperately needed a release after taking care of both Sam and Brad in two
hot sessions.
Sam looked over at me, but I think he was talking to Brad when he said "I
got'a try that!" I laid back down and Sam took the same position as Brad.
His balls were in my mouth and my hand was on his ass. Sam was not as
smooth as Brad, but I think he enjoyed the sensation just as much. I had
jerked Sam off two times already today, and the last time was less than two
hours ago. This meant that Sam had more time to enjoy the sensations. Sam
began speaking: "Has he sucked your dick yet?"
Brad was slow to respond, but said "No--not yet."
"You should have him try. That would be great!"
"I shot a little in his mouth once, and I think he is afraid of the taste."
"Well, he sure `aint afraid of tasting my balls!" Sam said and they both
laughed. Sam just sat there for a few minutes, enjoying my mouth and hand.
He started talking under his breath. "Yeah... suck those balls... oh yeah...
more tongue... ok... yeah... work it... Work It! Don't Stop... YEAH!" He may have
said a few more things but all I noticed was how his balls contracted while
in my mouth, and he blew a load up onto my forehead. He shot hard, and then
began to relax--his balls still in my mouth. I just rested there, and had
stopped stroking his cock, which was in post orgasmic flinches. A little
bit of cum and rolled down his cock shaft and was now on my lips as they
surrounded his balls.
He just sat there for about a minute, and then Brad brought us back to the
real world. "Let's go over to the store so he can jerk off." Sam slowly
responded by pulling back, wiping the cum from his dick to my lips, putting
his pants on, and joining Brad as they left me lying on the floor. I could
still taste Sam's balls, and kept re-playing how they pumped when he came.
~~~~
I jerked Brad and Sam off one more time each that night. I woke up the next
morning late, and was almost sure Brad and Sam were talking about me, but
didn't get the gist of what they were saying. Sam had to go and catch the
ferry, but had time for one last orgasm before he left. I obliged, and Sam
promised he would come back soon. Sam told me it was good that I was taking
care of Brad--he was a good man and needed to be treated right.
Brad took Sam to the ferry, and I stayed at the dorm room to get some
homework done. Brad returned about two hours later and immediately had me
jerk him off. He was really into the fact that I had been taking care of
Sam, and that I had done such a good job at it. Just before bed that night
I was jerking Brad off again when he looked like he had a revelation. He
had muttered to himself "That's perfect! Yeah..." but I was sure it was not
the hand job he was talking about so I asked what he meant. He said he just
had a great idea, but he would show me later. I would have asked more but
Brad shoved his balls in my mouth so I couldn't speak.
Over the next few days I jerked Brad off regularly, and he had pulled his
dick across my licking tongue a few times. I didn't see him at all on
Wednesday during the day, and out paths did not cross until late that night.
It had been since Tuesday night that I had jerked Brad off which was
probably the longest he had gone without an orgasm in weeks. When I finally
did see him he was ready to enjoy himself, and was naked within seconds with
a giant hard-on waiting for me to take care of. I started as usual, and
noticed Brad's juices were really flowing.
After about fifteen minutes of his hand-job, Brad stopped me. He left his
balls in my mouth, and looked down at me with a smile. "I got a present for
you," he said still smiling. "You know how you don't like the taste of
cum?" he asked. I assumed the question was rhetorical seeing as I was
unable to speak. I did my best to grunt an un-huh. "Well," he continued,
"I thought of a way we can work around that." He reached over behind the
chair and pulled out a bag from Shoppers Drug Mart--the bag contained a
single condom wrapper. "This way you can lick my dick head without tasting
cum." He opened the wrapper as he said "I even got it un-lubricated so you
wouldn't have to taste anything. Here... roll it on."
It had been a long time since I had jerked off, and I guess I was extra
horny so it didn't seem to register exactly what Brad was asking me to do.
I took the condom from him, pulled back from his balls, and stroked his warm
erection. I looked up at him to be sure, and then started to slowly place
then roll the condom down his cock. I rubbed his dick a bit after the
condom was on, and noticed it was going to be difficult to keep jerking him
off.
Brad brought his balls back to my lips for me to lick on, and I started my
work, all the while holding his dick for him and feeling it throb. He moved
so the base of his dick was at my lips, and I crossed the line of the condom
base as I started up the shaft. I made the condom wet with my spit as his
dick continued moving, my tongue passing each of my fingers up his shaft. I
am still unsure how long it took, but soon I could feel a bump under the
rubber as my tongue massaged the crown of his dick head for the first time.
Brad's breathing was heavy, and I could hear it distinctly as I sat there
with his dick head facing directly toward my mouth. I just sat there and
licked like an ice cream cone, feeling the pulsing and the heat under the
latex. Brad had rested his dick head at my lips, so they joined my tongue
in pleasuring his cock. I was moving my hand a little, but the vast
majority of the pleasure for Brad was from my mouth. He leaned forward a
little, and I could feel his dick head at my teeth. I kept licking the tip,
and was now working my lips around about three-quarters of the head. I
noticed Brad's leg had started to quiver uncontrollably, and he was
adjusting his weight to try and make it stop. My saliva had provided a good
amount of lube as my lips and tongue slipped nicely around the sheathed
monster. Between heavy breaths he was now adding moans of pleasure.
He did not move as I continued massaging Brad's dick head. I got more into
my task, and parted my teeth a little more so I could work my tongue around
more of the head. Brad moved a little back and before I knew it I was
reaching forward to keep his dick head with my lips. After a quick
adjustment, Brad moved his dick back where it was and I continued licking
and massaging with my lips. I was working away and felt something under my
lips as Brad sighed. It was the end of his dick head--I had the whole thing
under my lips, and at least half if it had passed my open teeth.
"This is great!" Brad moaned under his breath as I continued. Brad's legs
were contracting and relaxing every so often. I noticed later that with
every contraction, his dick head would travel a quarter inch in, then would
retreat about an eighth of an inch. After most of his dick head had passed
my teeth, Brad just leaned forward and went in about a full inch further.
"It's so warm... this is fantastic! Use a little more tongue!"
I was caught up enough in the situation to let it continue. Brad kept
penetrating my mouth and I kept licking and sucking away. I even caught
myself stretching my lips out to pull more of his dick in. He was enjoying
every second. Me sucking one end of his dick while still jerking on the
base. "Play with my balls" Brad said from above. Looking back I guess he
wanted my jerking hand out of the way, but I kept jerking and used my other
hand to tickle his nuts. He started more pronounced thrusting, he knew I
was no longer in any state to object. It didn't take long for him to find
his pleasure spot. I felt his dick throbbing between my lips, and it had
been tense for a few seconds longer than normal when I felt it begin to
thrash as he came--the semen being pumped through his cock under my lower
lip, ejaculating into the condom.
As Brad's orgasm subsided, he reached down and touched my cheek. "Woah,
sensitive" was all he said as he let his dick rest in my mouth for a second
before pulling out. I was amazed to see how much cum was in the tip of the
condom. "Pull it off." I rolled the condom up and when I got to the tip it
drained on my face. His dick head was covered in cum, and I quickly cleaned
it off with my hand. Brad got up and went to go shower.
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by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 7
~~~~
Brad had called Sam to let him know what was going on. Sam was quite
excited, and Brad said he couldn't wait to visit again. That night Brad
told me I should head out tomorrow and get some more condoms. He also
suggested I get the unlubricated ones, or I could try flavored ones if I
wanted. Between second and third class I went over to Shopper's and looked
around. One of the clerks helped me out, and asked what I was looking
for--he was a guy I had seen around campus before but we didn't know each
other. I explained I needed some unlubricated condoms, and blushed as I
told him. He smiled and laughed: "Blow job condoms! Getting head is nothing
to be embarrassed about--they' re over here," he said as he took me over one
aisle. "One night stand or a regular thing?"
"What?!?" I asked, so embarrassed.
"Do you want a small box or a big box."
"Small box please."
"No problem. I tell ya, blow jobs are great--better than screwing if you ask
me." I hadn't asked him, but just nodded for fear of being discovered.
"Head is all about the guy--just having your dick sucked on `till you cum.
Too bad about the rubbers, bareback is the way to go for head. Enjoy the
condoms!" The clerk walked away giving me a big smile. I wanted to
disappear.
The second I got back to the dorm room Brad noticed the bag from Shopper's.
"Great! I have been looking forward to this all day!" He stood and started
taking his pants off. I walked over and sat in the chair. "I'd like to sit
this time, if you don't mind." He sat down, spread his legs, and I knelt in
front of him. I grasped his cock and started stroking it to make sure it
was hard. Brad interrupted. "Get one of the condoms out." I did, and
opened the package. I took the condom out and rolled it down his erection.
He reached back and took my head in his hand, guiding it down to his cock.
I think he knew it would make it easier for me to start if he pulled me
down.
There was no pre-tense of just licking his cock this time. Brad pulled my
head down so that his dick was at least three inches in right off the bat.
I just sat there for the first minute, and then started slowly bobbing up
and down. I hadn't noticed Brad's hands had been folded behind his head,
and I was sucking cock all on my own. I kept going, unaided and unprompted:
just there sucking cock. "This is so much better," Brad moaned as I
continued. "Take some more," he said as he thrust forward ever so slightly.
His cock hit the back of my mouth after he started jumping up from the
chair a little more each time. Eventually, I gagged and came up to
re-evaluate the situation. I looked up at Brad who looked like he was just
emerging from a great dream. "Don't stop," was all he managed to say as I
went back to sucking him off.
At this point, I could tell he wouldn't last long. I closed my eyes (which
had been open to this point) and worked on making Brad cum. As he started
to moan a little more, I opened my eyes again, and watched his dick and
stomach as he went through an orgasm. I had learned from last time not to
stimulate his dick much after he had made his first few shots, so I just sat
there and rested. Eventually, he started to move and I sensed it was time
for me to come off his dick. I did as he was standing up, holding is dick
directly over top of me. "Take it off," he said again, and I pulled the
condom off to drain on my face. I had figured out that after he came, if I
pushed all the cum to the reservoir at the end and then pinched it off,
there was hardly any jizz left on the head of Brad's cock. He still
didn't like any cum to be touching him, and pointed that out every chance he
got.
~~~~
The first box of six condoms did not last two more days. Brad had me blow
him four more times in the dorm room, and called me to meet him in a
class--sucking him under the professor's desk. That time he had me take the
condom off, tie it up, and take it home. I walked the whole way home
feeling the hot wet cum all tied in a little bag in my jacket pocket. I
passed some people from our building, and am glad they did not see my
erection.
The clerk at the store recognized me the next day when Brad sent me to get
more condoms. This time he suggested I get a bigger box, and I walked away
with the "economy" pack of twenty-four. As I left the store, I did the math
and figured out twenty-four condoms would hardly last seven to eight days.
Brad got me started the second I arrived back at our room and two more times
before he went to bed.
About four condoms into that second box, Brad stopped me as I was rolling a
condom on his dick. "I want to feel a little bit of your lips on my dick.
Let's just let the bottom end stayed rolled up this time." I rolled the
condom about two-thirds the way down his cock, and found that my lips met
his bare skin when I went down most of the way. Brad kept pushing my head a
little bit down so that he could feel my lips, and I kept coming up for air.
As this motion repeated, the condom would roll up ever so slightly. I
could distinctly feel the inside of my lips surrounding his shaft for at
least the bottom two-thirds of his cock. Brad rested his hands on my head,
and held me still with his cock deep in my mouth. I moved my tongue
slightly around inside my mouth, and could feel the rolled up rubber along
his shaft. I could taste his skin where it was bare. Brad moved one hand
so he could trace my lips surrounding his cock with one finger. He traced
all the way around, and then traced my lips back, obviously pleased I made a
good seal.
Brad resumed his thrusting and I resumed my sucking. The thrusting became
harder, and I heard Brad tell me he was going to cum. He said it again as I
looked up at his face. He was looking down at me, and was in direct eye
contact as I felt his dick begin to spasm in my mouth.
~~~~
I arrived home from dinner one night and Brad had still not returned from
main campus. I had become used to him coming home straight after class to
blow a load, and then returning if he wanted to study. He had called and
left a message. On the machine he told me that he was studying for a quiz
the next day, but was having trouble concentrating. He wanted me to come by
the library, and to make sure I brought one of the condoms with me.
When I arrived at the library I found Brad in his usual spot, but the rest
of the library was virtually deserted. After we said "Hi," he immediately
asked if I had the condom. I nodded, and he said, "Thank god! I so need
some head." I asked if we should go to the washroom, but he said we could
do it right there. He said it was quiet, and we would be able to hear if
anyone was near by.
I was objecting, saying it was too dangerous, but when he pushed his chair
back I began to kneel in front of him. I reached up to his zipper, and
pulled it down, rubbing my hand against his already hard cock. I was still
saying this wasn't right--a classroom was one thing because it had doors, but
this was just too much. As I was making this argument, I had fished out his
cock and began to play with it. Brad told me to get the condom, and I
opened the package. The condom was rolled down about half way when Brad
stopped me, and I could tell he wanted it left partly up. I leaned forward
and started sucking his dick. He was excited by the situation, and was
doing his best to keep quiet as I manipulated his cock.
I was nervously sucking away when I felt Brad suddenly move, and try to sit
up. Before I knew what was going on, he was pushing me off his dick, and
had a book covering his crotch. I looked up to see a lady reach the top of
the stairs. I wiped the drool from my lips. The lady paid us no attention
before she found a row to disappear down. Brad and I looked at each other,
and Brad was trying not to laugh. The lady left the row with a book and
went down the stairs. We watched her go down and start walking on the level
below us. Brad let out a laugh as he pulled the book away from his crotch
and my head back to his cock. I quickly had this dick back in my mouth and
it only took a few moments for him to cum. Again, I removed the condom and
Brad had me tie it for when I got home.
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 7
~~~~
Brad had called Sam to let him know what was going on. Sam was quite
excited, and Brad said he couldn't wait to visit again. That night Brad
told me I should head out tomorrow and get some more condoms. He also
suggested I get the unlubricated ones, or I could try flavored ones if I
wanted. Between second and third class I went over to Shopper's and looked
around. One of the clerks helped me out, and asked what I was looking
for--he was a guy I had seen around campus before but we didn't know each
other. I explained I needed some unlubricated condoms, and blushed as I
told him. He smiled and laughed: "Blow job condoms! Getting head is nothing
to be embarrassed about--they' re over here," he said as he took me over one
aisle. "One night stand or a regular thing?"
"What?!?" I asked, so embarrassed.
"Do you want a small box or a big box."
"Small box please."
"No problem. I tell ya, blow jobs are great--better than screwing if you ask
me." I hadn't asked him, but just nodded for fear of being discovered.
"Head is all about the guy--just having your dick sucked on `till you cum.
Too bad about the rubbers, bareback is the way to go for head. Enjoy the
condoms!" The clerk walked away giving me a big smile. I wanted to
disappear.
The second I got back to the dorm room Brad noticed the bag from Shopper's.
"Great! I have been looking forward to this all day!" He stood and started
taking his pants off. I walked over and sat in the chair. "I'd like to sit
this time, if you don't mind." He sat down, spread his legs, and I knelt in
front of him. I grasped his cock and started stroking it to make sure it
was hard. Brad interrupted. "Get one of the condoms out." I did, and
opened the package. I took the condom out and rolled it down his erection.
He reached back and took my head in his hand, guiding it down to his cock.
I think he knew it would make it easier for me to start if he pulled me
down.
There was no pre-tense of just licking his cock this time. Brad pulled my
head down so that his dick was at least three inches in right off the bat.
I just sat there for the first minute, and then started slowly bobbing up
and down. I hadn't noticed Brad's hands had been folded behind his head,
and I was sucking cock all on my own. I kept going, unaided and unprompted:
just there sucking cock. "This is so much better," Brad moaned as I
continued. "Take some more," he said as he thrust forward ever so slightly.
His cock hit the back of my mouth after he started jumping up from the
chair a little more each time. Eventually, I gagged and came up to
re-evaluate the situation. I looked up at Brad who looked like he was just
emerging from a great dream. "Don't stop," was all he managed to say as I
went back to sucking him off.
At this point, I could tell he wouldn't last long. I closed my eyes (which
had been open to this point) and worked on making Brad cum. As he started
to moan a little more, I opened my eyes again, and watched his dick and
stomach as he went through an orgasm. I had learned from last time not to
stimulate his dick much after he had made his first few shots, so I just sat
there and rested. Eventually, he started to move and I sensed it was time
for me to come off his dick. I did as he was standing up, holding is dick
directly over top of me. "Take it off," he said again, and I pulled the
condom off to drain on my face. I had figured out that after he came, if I
pushed all the cum to the reservoir at the end and then pinched it off,
there was hardly any jizz left on the head of Brad's cock. He still
didn't like any cum to be touching him, and pointed that out every chance he
got.
~~~~
The first box of six condoms did not last two more days. Brad had me blow
him four more times in the dorm room, and called me to meet him in a
class--sucking him under the professor's desk. That time he had me take the
condom off, tie it up, and take it home. I walked the whole way home
feeling the hot wet cum all tied in a little bag in my jacket pocket. I
passed some people from our building, and am glad they did not see my
erection.
The clerk at the store recognized me the next day when Brad sent me to get
more condoms. This time he suggested I get a bigger box, and I walked away
with the "economy" pack of twenty-four. As I left the store, I did the math
and figured out twenty-four condoms would hardly last seven to eight days.
Brad got me started the second I arrived back at our room and two more times
before he went to bed.
About four condoms into that second box, Brad stopped me as I was rolling a
condom on his dick. "I want to feel a little bit of your lips on my dick.
Let's just let the bottom end stayed rolled up this time." I rolled the
condom about two-thirds the way down his cock, and found that my lips met
his bare skin when I went down most of the way. Brad kept pushing my head a
little bit down so that he could feel my lips, and I kept coming up for air.
As this motion repeated, the condom would roll up ever so slightly. I
could distinctly feel the inside of my lips surrounding his shaft for at
least the bottom two-thirds of his cock. Brad rested his hands on my head,
and held me still with his cock deep in my mouth. I moved my tongue
slightly around inside my mouth, and could feel the rolled up rubber along
his shaft. I could taste his skin where it was bare. Brad moved one hand
so he could trace my lips surrounding his cock with one finger. He traced
all the way around, and then traced my lips back, obviously pleased I made a
good seal.
Brad resumed his thrusting and I resumed my sucking. The thrusting became
harder, and I heard Brad tell me he was going to cum. He said it again as I
looked up at his face. He was looking down at me, and was in direct eye
contact as I felt his dick begin to spasm in my mouth.
~~~~
I arrived home from dinner one night and Brad had still not returned from
main campus. I had become used to him coming home straight after class to
blow a load, and then returning if he wanted to study. He had called and
left a message. On the machine he told me that he was studying for a quiz
the next day, but was having trouble concentrating. He wanted me to come by
the library, and to make sure I brought one of the condoms with me.
When I arrived at the library I found Brad in his usual spot, but the rest
of the library was virtually deserted. After we said "Hi," he immediately
asked if I had the condom. I nodded, and he said, "Thank god! I so need
some head." I asked if we should go to the washroom, but he said we could
do it right there. He said it was quiet, and we would be able to hear if
anyone was near by.
I was objecting, saying it was too dangerous, but when he pushed his chair
back I began to kneel in front of him. I reached up to his zipper, and
pulled it down, rubbing my hand against his already hard cock. I was still
saying this wasn't right--a classroom was one thing because it had doors, but
this was just too much. As I was making this argument, I had fished out his
cock and began to play with it. Brad told me to get the condom, and I
opened the package. The condom was rolled down about half way when Brad
stopped me, and I could tell he wanted it left partly up. I leaned forward
and started sucking his dick. He was excited by the situation, and was
doing his best to keep quiet as I manipulated his cock.
I was nervously sucking away when I felt Brad suddenly move, and try to sit
up. Before I knew what was going on, he was pushing me off his dick, and
had a book covering his crotch. I looked up to see a lady reach the top of
the stairs. I wiped the drool from my lips. The lady paid us no attention
before she found a row to disappear down. Brad and I looked at each other,
and Brad was trying not to laugh. The lady left the row with a book and
went down the stairs. We watched her go down and start walking on the level
below us. Brad let out a laugh as he pulled the book away from his crotch
and my head back to his cock. I quickly had this dick back in my mouth and
it only took a few moments for him to cum. Again, I removed the condom and
Brad had me tie it for when I got home.
fred31ray
Slut
Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 8
~~~~
Rolling up the condom was great for Brad, but soon he had another suggestion
that would keep the rolled up part out of the way. Before I rolled the
rubber on him one day, he presented me with some scissors, and had me cut
the bottom of the condom off. When I finally got his dick into the rubber,
it only stretched down about one-third of his dick. Brad said this would be
much better because my mouth would be able to slide up and down without
having to bump over the rolled up rubber. After trying this for a while, I
found Brad was right. It also started Brad into a little bit more face
fucking. He would hold my head still and thrust his dick in and out, as if
he were fucking a girl's pussy. I was a little afraid the condom would get
stuck in the back of my throat and I would choke to death.
As time went on, Brad had me cut more and more of the condom off. Soon I
was cutting them so they only passed the head of his dick by about a
half-inch. This pleased Brad immensely. He was getting a lot more feeling
when more of his skin was bare in my mouth, and he didn't have any of the
inconvenience of the rolled up condom.
Taking one of the used condoms off was tricky without spilling any of Brad's
seed. It was OK in the dorm room, but when Brad had me suck him at the
library or in one of the classrooms there was hardly enough rubber to use to
tie it up with. The second on campus blowjob with a cut condom was in a
classroom, and I was just holding the condom in my pocket because I could
not tie it. I didn't even make it out of the building when I started to
spill some cum on my fingers. I ducked into one of the bathrooms and
decided to take care of business right there.
The box of twenty-four condoms did not last long. Including the previous
box of six, and Brad's single donation of one, I had given Brad over thirty
blowjobs in two weeks. The clerk at Shopper's noticed how many condoms I
was buying as well. The clerk told me he never had seen a guy get as much
head as I was getting. Only if he knew. I walked away with another box of
two-dozen.
~~~~
Sam called one night while I was working on Brad's dick. Brad rested kept
my head on his cock with one hand while he answered the phone with the
other. He talked with Sam for a few minutes while I kept sucking. From the
one side of the conversation I could tell that Sam had guessed what I was
doing. I could also tell that Sam was going to visit on the weekend, and
could hardly wait to get a blowjob. Brad told Sam he was going to hang up
so he could blow his load.
That Friday Sam arrived as promised. He couldn't have been in the door two
minutes before he cut to the chase and said he wanted to be sucked off. He
was looking at Brad when he said that, so Brad looked over at me, then at
the drawer where I kept the condoms. When I went over to the drawer, Sam
started to strip naked. I turned around to see him propping up the pillows
on my bed, and sitting over the covers looking over himself to where I was
to crawl up. I took my position, and opened the condom package to place on
his dick. He stopped me as I brought the condom to his cock saying, "Hey
now, Brad said you cut it off so just the end is covered. I want that!" I
went back to the drawer to get the scissors, and cut the bottom off and went
back to Sam. He could hardly contain his excitement as I put the condom on.
"This is going to be great." He watched intently as I placed the cock in
my mouth for the first time.
Sam acted quite hyper as I gave him his first blowjob, but he enjoyed every
part of the experience. He kept saying things like "Yeah," "Suck it," or
"Blow me." As he started to get close he told me he was going to cum, and
then started moaning loudly. I was concerned that people in the hall would
be able to hear Sam's groans as he blew his load. I waited with his dick in
my mouth for a minute until he told me that was enough.
I had started to take the condom off Sam's dick when Brad told me to make
sure I didn't spill anything. I carefully removed the rubber, and Sam just
sat back in utter exhaustion. Brad had me hold Sam's load in the rubber
with one hand as I fished out his cock from his pants with the other. I
then got a new condom, opened it, cut it, and put it on Brad's dick without
spilling any of Sam's cum. I then took Brad's penis in my mouth and sucked
him off while feeling the warm load in my hand. I must have been working
extra hard on Brad as he only lasted five minutes before he came hard in the
condom. With the difficulty in cutting Brad's condom while holding Sam's, I
had cut it quite short. The short condom combined with Brad's big load made
just a tiny bit of Brad's semen seep out of the rubber into my mouth. I
thought I could taste something, but didn't realize it until after Brad had
taken his dick out of my mouth and had me dump the condom on my face.
Sam was amazed that I would not only suck a dick, but then take cum from the
rubber and dump it on my face. Apparently this had not been discussed on
the phone. Brad explained that he didn't like to touch his cum, but he sure
didn't want it to go to waste in a rubber. Brad then had me add Sam's load
to the mix, and I had forgotten how much cum two guys our age could produce.
After a few seconds of smelling cum I realized that it was also the taste
I had after I sucked Brad's dick. It was as I was making this connection
that Brad and Sam left to go get a bite to eat.
~~~~
While I was sucking their dicks that weekend, and I sucked them lots that
weekend, Brad discovered that I would always cut the second condom shorter
than the first. Brad and Sam reasoned that it must be because I was turned
on after sucking the first dick, so they started having me cut the first
condom for their next session before letting me masturbate. I was cutting
the condoms short just barely covering the head of their dicks. Sam had a
little bit of loose skin that would come up around the outside of the condom
so I couldn't even feel the seam of the rubber on his dick. I also was sure
I could taste a tiny bit of seepage from the condoms after each blowjob.
The condoms were so short it was difficult to keep their loads contained in
the rubber while I was sucking the second dick.
Condom usage went way up during that weekend too. I was sucking two guys
off each time, and the number of times per day was way up compared to when
it was just Brad. By mid day Saturday it became obvious that there were not
going to be enough condoms to last the weekend, so Brad had me go to
Shoppers again. That same damn clerk was working, and he could not believe
I was out of condoms again. He joked that I must be supplying the whole
floor with both my rubbers and my girl. I wished he would not talk to me.
He also told me that for the cost alone I should ditch the rubbers and start
making her swallow. I never wanted to return to that store again.
~~~~
For the last set of blowjobs before Sam left, Brad was the first one getting
sucked off. I had my eyes open as I watched Brad work his dick in and out
of my mouth over and over. It took about twenty minutes, as it was probably
Brad's tenth blowjob since Sam arrived. For the last two minutes of sucking
Brad also rode my face a little harder than usual, and had his hands
holding my ears when he finally blew his load. He controlled my pace as he
came, and held me still after he finished. Just before removing his dick,
Brad slowly made one last thrust deep into my mouth, pushing the condom and
the cum there contained against the back of my mouth. The pressure was too
much and I could definitely taste a good amount of Brad's cum escape from
the rubber. I was too panicked to take any action to stop this, and do not
remember spitting anything out after. I guess I thought I could avoid
acknowledging the situation by pretending it had not happened. When I had
the condom off, I could tell it contained about a third of the normal amount
of sperm Brad usually deposited.
Sam also rode my face hard, and kept talking to Brad while I sucked his
dick. Sam kept saying how good I was, and how Brad should bring me over to
the mainland. Sam said the guys on his floor were open minded, and could
all use some good head. The whole time I sucked Sam I could taste Brad in
my mouth. I sucked hard and Sam had what he described as a great orgasm.
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 8
~~~~
Rolling up the condom was great for Brad, but soon he had another suggestion
that would keep the rolled up part out of the way. Before I rolled the
rubber on him one day, he presented me with some scissors, and had me cut
the bottom of the condom off. When I finally got his dick into the rubber,
it only stretched down about one-third of his dick. Brad said this would be
much better because my mouth would be able to slide up and down without
having to bump over the rolled up rubber. After trying this for a while, I
found Brad was right. It also started Brad into a little bit more face
fucking. He would hold my head still and thrust his dick in and out, as if
he were fucking a girl's pussy. I was a little afraid the condom would get
stuck in the back of my throat and I would choke to death.
As time went on, Brad had me cut more and more of the condom off. Soon I
was cutting them so they only passed the head of his dick by about a
half-inch. This pleased Brad immensely. He was getting a lot more feeling
when more of his skin was bare in my mouth, and he didn't have any of the
inconvenience of the rolled up condom.
Taking one of the used condoms off was tricky without spilling any of Brad's
seed. It was OK in the dorm room, but when Brad had me suck him at the
library or in one of the classrooms there was hardly enough rubber to use to
tie it up with. The second on campus blowjob with a cut condom was in a
classroom, and I was just holding the condom in my pocket because I could
not tie it. I didn't even make it out of the building when I started to
spill some cum on my fingers. I ducked into one of the bathrooms and
decided to take care of business right there.
The box of twenty-four condoms did not last long. Including the previous
box of six, and Brad's single donation of one, I had given Brad over thirty
blowjobs in two weeks. The clerk at Shopper's noticed how many condoms I
was buying as well. The clerk told me he never had seen a guy get as much
head as I was getting. Only if he knew. I walked away with another box of
two-dozen.
~~~~
Sam called one night while I was working on Brad's dick. Brad rested kept
my head on his cock with one hand while he answered the phone with the
other. He talked with Sam for a few minutes while I kept sucking. From the
one side of the conversation I could tell that Sam had guessed what I was
doing. I could also tell that Sam was going to visit on the weekend, and
could hardly wait to get a blowjob. Brad told Sam he was going to hang up
so he could blow his load.
That Friday Sam arrived as promised. He couldn't have been in the door two
minutes before he cut to the chase and said he wanted to be sucked off. He
was looking at Brad when he said that, so Brad looked over at me, then at
the drawer where I kept the condoms. When I went over to the drawer, Sam
started to strip naked. I turned around to see him propping up the pillows
on my bed, and sitting over the covers looking over himself to where I was
to crawl up. I took my position, and opened the condom package to place on
his dick. He stopped me as I brought the condom to his cock saying, "Hey
now, Brad said you cut it off so just the end is covered. I want that!" I
went back to the drawer to get the scissors, and cut the bottom off and went
back to Sam. He could hardly contain his excitement as I put the condom on.
"This is going to be great." He watched intently as I placed the cock in
my mouth for the first time.
Sam acted quite hyper as I gave him his first blowjob, but he enjoyed every
part of the experience. He kept saying things like "Yeah," "Suck it," or
"Blow me." As he started to get close he told me he was going to cum, and
then started moaning loudly. I was concerned that people in the hall would
be able to hear Sam's groans as he blew his load. I waited with his dick in
my mouth for a minute until he told me that was enough.
I had started to take the condom off Sam's dick when Brad told me to make
sure I didn't spill anything. I carefully removed the rubber, and Sam just
sat back in utter exhaustion. Brad had me hold Sam's load in the rubber
with one hand as I fished out his cock from his pants with the other. I
then got a new condom, opened it, cut it, and put it on Brad's dick without
spilling any of Sam's cum. I then took Brad's penis in my mouth and sucked
him off while feeling the warm load in my hand. I must have been working
extra hard on Brad as he only lasted five minutes before he came hard in the
condom. With the difficulty in cutting Brad's condom while holding Sam's, I
had cut it quite short. The short condom combined with Brad's big load made
just a tiny bit of Brad's semen seep out of the rubber into my mouth. I
thought I could taste something, but didn't realize it until after Brad had
taken his dick out of my mouth and had me dump the condom on my face.
Sam was amazed that I would not only suck a dick, but then take cum from the
rubber and dump it on my face. Apparently this had not been discussed on
the phone. Brad explained that he didn't like to touch his cum, but he sure
didn't want it to go to waste in a rubber. Brad then had me add Sam's load
to the mix, and I had forgotten how much cum two guys our age could produce.
After a few seconds of smelling cum I realized that it was also the taste
I had after I sucked Brad's dick. It was as I was making this connection
that Brad and Sam left to go get a bite to eat.
~~~~
While I was sucking their dicks that weekend, and I sucked them lots that
weekend, Brad discovered that I would always cut the second condom shorter
than the first. Brad and Sam reasoned that it must be because I was turned
on after sucking the first dick, so they started having me cut the first
condom for their next session before letting me masturbate. I was cutting
the condoms short just barely covering the head of their dicks. Sam had a
little bit of loose skin that would come up around the outside of the condom
so I couldn't even feel the seam of the rubber on his dick. I also was sure
I could taste a tiny bit of seepage from the condoms after each blowjob.
The condoms were so short it was difficult to keep their loads contained in
the rubber while I was sucking the second dick.
Condom usage went way up during that weekend too. I was sucking two guys
off each time, and the number of times per day was way up compared to when
it was just Brad. By mid day Saturday it became obvious that there were not
going to be enough condoms to last the weekend, so Brad had me go to
Shoppers again. That same damn clerk was working, and he could not believe
I was out of condoms again. He joked that I must be supplying the whole
floor with both my rubbers and my girl. I wished he would not talk to me.
He also told me that for the cost alone I should ditch the rubbers and start
making her swallow. I never wanted to return to that store again.
~~~~
For the last set of blowjobs before Sam left, Brad was the first one getting
sucked off. I had my eyes open as I watched Brad work his dick in and out
of my mouth over and over. It took about twenty minutes, as it was probably
Brad's tenth blowjob since Sam arrived. For the last two minutes of sucking
Brad also rode my face a little harder than usual, and had his hands
holding my ears when he finally blew his load. He controlled my pace as he
came, and held me still after he finished. Just before removing his dick,
Brad slowly made one last thrust deep into my mouth, pushing the condom and
the cum there contained against the back of my mouth. The pressure was too
much and I could definitely taste a good amount of Brad's cum escape from
the rubber. I was too panicked to take any action to stop this, and do not
remember spitting anything out after. I guess I thought I could avoid
acknowledging the situation by pretending it had not happened. When I had
the condom off, I could tell it contained about a third of the normal amount
of sperm Brad usually deposited.
Sam also rode my face hard, and kept talking to Brad while I sucked his
dick. Sam kept saying how good I was, and how Brad should bring me over to
the mainland. Sam said the guys on his floor were open minded, and could
all use some good head. The whole time I sucked Sam I could taste Brad in
my mouth. I sucked hard and Sam had what he described as a great orgasm.
fred31ray
Slut
Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 9
~~~~
The pre-cutting of the condoms continued through the next few days. There
was no mistaking that I could taste something after each time Brad came, but
I was rationalizing that it could be pre-cum, and that I was not actually
drinking sperm. At the time I viewed that as the line between gay and
experimenting. That was not always where the line had been, but every time
I thought I had it defined, Brad would help to blur it with a little
justification.
One night I had to go out and work on a project with some classmates in the
evening. Brad and I ran into each other in the cafeteria, and Brad hinted
that he wanted some head after dinner. I explained that I had a friend
stopping by to pick me up, but he figured we still had time if we hurried.
Shortly thereafter we were back in the dorm room and I was fixing the rubber
cap on the head of Brad's dick. I knew my friend was to be by to pick me up
in only fifteen minutes so I did not waste any time. As I was sucking, Brad
told me he had a great idea, and then said he would share it with me a little
later. Brad was not putting much effort in, and just sat there to let me do
all the work. Work I did, bobbing hard, using my tongue well, and playing
with his balls, ass cheeks, and inner thigh. I was working hard when I
heard my friend call from the ground through the open window. We were on
the second floor and the building had no intercom, so people just walked
below your room and yelled. I froze, not knowing what to do. Brad smoothed
things over by yelling down to my friend that I was just using the can and
would be down in a minute. I started pulling back to get going, but Brad
just pushed me down on his cock again. He started doing a little riding of
my face, and only a minute or two later blew his load. I quickly removed
his condom, spilling a little on my hand, and Brad gave me a little cup to
put it in. He told me to save it for when I got home.
I was headed out the door when Brad told me I hadn't cut the next condom
yet. I quickly ran over and cut the rubber, and dashed out the door. When
I got outside I found my friend talking to Brad who was hanging out our
window up above. As we walked away, Brad asked if we were going near
Shopper's. I prayed he was not going to ask me to buy condoms. Thank god
he did not. Instead I was to pick up some Listerine mouthwash.
On the way home from my project I stopped in the Shopper's and was pleased
to find out the clerk from before was not working. I made a mental note to
buy all future condoms at half past two in the morning. I bought the
Listerine and headed back to the dorms.
When I got back, Brad was fast asleep and snoring loudly. Brad had left me
a note saying he had a quiz in the morning and needed some sleep, asking if
I could be quiet as I got ready for bed. The cup and used condom from a few
hours before held the note in place. The end of the note had a P.S. of
"happy wanking."
~~~~
In the morning I woke up as Brad returned to the room from his morning
shower. I half listened and half watched him walk around the room, totally
naked, getting ready for his day. Brad was not hard, but did have a little
bit of "fill" to his cock. When he was pausing to look at himself in the
mirror, or to pick his clothes, he would touch or hold his dick with one
hand, and became about one quarter aroused.
At one point he looked over at me and stared for a second. To cover my
spying on him I pretended to be just waking up. I don't think he bought it,
but he didn't make a fuss. Instead he told me he was glad I was awake
because he could sure use a blowjob before his quiz. I looked at him a
little funny and he walked over to the bed, grabbing the already cut condom
off the dresser. By the time he was standing in front of me he was
three-quarters hard, and rising quickly. He handed me the condom tip while
I was still in bed and he stood close to the head of the bed so I wouldn't
have to get up. I reached for his dick, put the condom on, and slowly took
his dick in my mouth.
I sucked Brad for at least five minutes--maybe longer--before he really got
into it and started pushing back to my sucking mouth. He said something to
me, but I was too caught up in sucking to understand. He repeated, "Did you
buy the Listerine?" I did my best to grunt my confirmation. Brad said
"Good," drifting off into and orgasm "very good... ughhh... ... yeah." He
started to cum and I sat there feeling his dick pulse and quiver in my
mouth.
As his orgasm passed, I was moving my tongue around the head of his penis,
feeling the border between bare dick and the covered head. As I was doing
this, Brad leaned forward again and I felt a definite gush of a bit of his
cum escaping the condom and entering my mouth. I closed my eyes as this
happened, but did nothing to stop it. Again I reasoned that it would do no
good to say anything to Brad as what was done was done, and if I said
something I would just be admitting that I had swallowed some of his sperm.
Brad let his dick soften a little more in my mouth, pulled back for me to
remove the condom, then got dressed and left. I was wide-awake, fully
aroused with Brad's used condom in one hand, the taste of his dick in my
mouth, and my own cock in the other hand.
by victoria_boy@ hotmail.com
Part 9
~~~~
The pre-cutting of the condoms continued through the next few days. There
was no mistaking that I could taste something after each time Brad came, but
I was rationalizing that it could be pre-cum, and that I was not actually
drinking sperm. At the time I viewed that as the line between gay and
experimenting. That was not always where the line had been, but every time
I thought I had it defined, Brad would help to blur it with a little
justification.
One night I had to go out and work on a project with some classmates in the
evening. Brad and I ran into each other in the cafeteria, and Brad hinted
that he wanted some head after dinner. I explained that I had a friend
stopping by to pick me up, but he figured we still had time if we hurried.
Shortly thereafter we were back in the dorm room and I was fixing the rubber
cap on the head of Brad's dick. I knew my friend was to be by to pick me up
in only fifteen minutes so I did not waste any time. As I was sucking, Brad
told me he had a great idea, and then said he would share it with me a little
later. Brad was not putting much effort in, and just sat there to let me do
all the work. Work I did, bobbing hard, using my tongue well, and playing
with his balls, ass cheeks, and inner thigh. I was working hard when I
heard my friend call from the ground through the open window. We were on
the second floor and the building had no intercom, so people just walked
below your room and yelled. I froze, not knowing what to do. Brad smoothed
things over by yelling down to my friend that I was just using the can and
would be down in a minute. I started pulling back to get going, but Brad
just pushed me down on his cock again. He started doing a little riding of
my face, and only a minute or two later blew his load. I quickly removed
his condom, spilling a little on my hand, and Brad gave me a little cup to
put it in. He told me to save it for when I got home.
I was headed out the door when Brad told me I hadn't cut the next condom
yet. I quickly ran over and cut the rubber, and dashed out the door. When
I got outside I found my friend talking to Brad who was hanging out our
window up above. As we walked away, Brad asked if we were going near
Shopper's. I prayed he was not going to ask me to buy condoms. Thank god
he did not. Instead I was to pick up some Listerine mouthwash.
On the way home from my project I stopped in the Shopper's and was pleased
to find out the clerk from before was not working. I made a mental note to
buy all future condoms at half past two in the morning. I bought the
Listerine and headed back to the dorms.
When I got back, Brad was fast asleep and snoring loudly. Brad had left me
a note saying he had a quiz in the morning and needed some sleep, asking if
I could be quiet as I got ready for bed. The cup and used condom from a few
hours before held the note in place. The end of the note had a P.S. of
"happy wanking."
~~~~
In the morning I woke up as Brad returned to the room from his morning
shower. I half listened and half watched him walk around the room, totally
naked, getting ready for his day. Brad was not hard, but did have a little
bit of "fill" to his cock. When he was pausing to look at himself in the
mirror, or to pick his clothes, he would touch or hold his dick with one
hand, and became about one quarter aroused.
At one point he looked over at me and stared for a second. To cover my
spying on him I pretended to be just waking up. I don't think he bought it,
but he didn't make a fuss. Instead he told me he was glad I was awake
because he could sure use a blowjob before his quiz. I looked at him a
little funny and he walked over to the bed, grabbing the already cut condom
off the dresser. By the time he was standing in front of me he was
three-quarters hard, and rising quickly. He handed me the condom tip while
I was still in bed and he stood close to the head of the bed so I wouldn't
have to get up. I reached for his dick, put the condom on, and slowly took
his dick in my mouth.
I sucked Brad for at least five minutes--maybe longer--before he really got
into it and started pushing back to my sucking mouth. He said something to
me, but I was too caught up in sucking to understand. He repeated, "Did you
buy the Listerine?" I did my best to grunt my confirmation. Brad said
"Good," drifting off into and orgasm "very good... ughhh... ... yeah." He
started to cum and I sat there feeling his dick pulse and quiver in my
mouth.
As his orgasm passed, I was moving my tongue around the head of his penis,
feeling the border between bare dick and the covered head. As I was doing
this, Brad leaned forward again and I felt a definite gush of a bit of his
cum escaping the condom and entering my mouth. I closed my eyes as this
happened, but did nothing to stop it. Again I reasoned that it would do no
good to say anything to Brad as what was done was done, and if I said
something I would just be admitting that I had swallowed some of his sperm.
Brad let his dick soften a little more in my mouth, pulled back for me to
remove the condom, then got dressed and left. I was wide-awake, fully
aroused with Brad's used condom in one hand, the taste of his dick in my
mouth, and my own cock in the other hand.
fred31ray
Slut
Part 10
~~~~
I didn't suck Brad again that night, nor the next morning. Most of the time
I had been sucking him about twice per day. We had missed that number
before, but usually Brad made up for lost time the next day so I was
surprised when I didn't see him until late in the afternoon. I was more
surprised when he didn't immediately start into getting head when he did see
me. In fact, I was worried something wasn't right and he was going to tell
everyone what had been going on.
About an hour after he arrived I tested the waters a little. "Haven't seen
you in a while...?" I couldn't understand why Brad wasn't seeking a blowjob.
Brad responded that he had an assignment that was bothering him, but he
would be done by five o'clock.
I smiled and he looked up at me, also smiling as he said "Don't worry, I've
got something special planned for later. I blushed and looked away, but
soon we made small talk. He packed up his things and went to drop off his
assignment. I couldn't believe how dependent I had become on Brad's dick
for my own sexual satisfaction. I was truly sexually frustrated.
Brad returned shortly after five and looked much more relaxed. I, however,
was almost visibly agitated much to my own amazement. I asked if he was
feeling better, and he said he was getting there. After a short pause he
added that he knew what would make him feel real good. He looked at me and
smiled as I got up and went to get the condom tip, and then sat in the
chair. He stood in front of me, took off his shirt, and looked down at his
belt and pants. I took the hint and started to feel him and undress him.
He was already rock hard and I was getting my fix of cock again. I caught
myself just feeling his hardness through his pants, and realized I had
better get his pants down before Brad noticed how much I needed this.
I undid Brad's belt, then his pants as I massaged his cock through his
boxers. As I pulled his clothing down and off I tried to keep stroking his
cock for him. Once I was done and he was naked Brad climbed up onto the
chair and brought his balls to my lips. I jumped at the chance, and almost
swallowed his balls as I steadily stroked his dick. He was enjoying the
attention, and let me continue for about ten minutes.
"I've got an idea for today," he said as I continued licking his balls. I
stopped to hear what Brad's idea was, but kept stroking his cock. "I was
thinking we could try it without the rubber today."
"What?!?" I said quietly, but with a distinct panic in my voice. I had
stopped stroking for him but did not let go.
"Well, I have loved the blowjobs more and more the less condom we have used,
and the head of the dick is the most sensitive part. I thought it only made
sense to at least give it a try." Brad sounded quite calm and convincing.
He was confidant he would get me to suck him bareback, and just had to make
the right argument. "The reason we were using the rubbers in the first
place was the taste, and I know some of my jizz has slipped out. It didn't
make you sick or anything. I figure if you can take a little bit of jizz at
the end, why not let me feel what it is like with no rubber?"
"I don't know about that," I said to Brad. I was trying to be as
pessimistic as possible. What we had been doing was one thing, but bareback
was a whole different ball game.
Brad continued his case. "What we can do, if you are a little hesitant, is
you can take a swig of this," as he presented the bottle of Listerine I had
bought for him. "That should numb the taste for you as we get started. If
you get scared at the last minute I can always pull out and finish on your
face." Brad had started pouring the Listerine into the cap and was handing
it to me. I took it from him but did not drink. "Come on... just see if it
numbs your taste at all."
I had subconsciously started stroking Brad again. I looked over at my hand
working his cock, and could see how turned on he was. I took a sip of the
Listerine, then the whole cap full. I swished it around in my mouth and
kept looking at Brad's cock. Brad had reached over again and grabbed
something from the counter. It was the glass he had put the used condom in
the other day. He gave it to me to spit into. I did, and he returned it to
the counter. I just sat there and kept looking at his cock.
Brad had stopped trying to convince me, and I think he knew I was seriously
considering it. Brad moved his balls back to my lips and I tentatively
licked them again. Soon I was back into sucking them and stroking him
firmly. He was moving his hips around and it was tough for me to keep my
lips on his balls. I found myself licking the base of his cock, and under
his balls. He would have me licking his nuts, then slowly move his cock
over my lips seeing how long it would take me to notice. At first I would
lick a little before stopping, then I was licking mainly shaft. Soon I was
near the head of his dick. Brad gasped the first time my tongue met his
bare cock head. I pulled back, but returned my lips to lower on his shaft.
We repeated these steps a few times. Soon I stopped and let my lips hang
around his head, and would lick a little more each time. The head of his
dick was wet with my spit. I kept kissing and licking the head, and soon
that was all I was touching. Brad was letting me go at my own pace, but he
was enjoying the contact with his sensitive cock head. I noticed how much
more responsive his dick was to these bare manipulations than it was when
covered. I was thinking about this when I felt him push forward a little.
Out of habit I opened my jaw to take his dick, not realizing this was the
first time his bareback cock had been in my mouth. We both paused to
consider the significance, then I again swirled my tongue around the head.
I could feel the slime of his pre-cum as he pushed his dick in further. Brad
was right: after the Listerine I could not taste a thing.
After getting his dick in my mouth, I continued Brad's blowjob like normal.
I noticed that instead of sliding around on my tongue as it had before, his
bare dick head had a little more friction. When it would slide more is when
he would pump a little bit of pre-cum that acted as lube for my tongue.
Despite the lack of taste, I still was a little afraid, and decided I would
pull his dick out when he came. Though Brad was quiet while I gave him
head, I could tell by his body motions and the hardness of his dick that he
was very much enjoying the experience. I could tell what he was enjoying by
the way his body tensed and thrashed, and the smallest gasps of breath he
was letting out.
I noticed Brad had started shoving his dick deeper with no condom than
before. I had always been afraid of the rubber becoming dislodged and
choking me, but now I had no excuse. He was pushing hard, and I could feel
the head of his cock at my throat. Brad would fuck my mouth for a while
then thrust deep and hold. Again he would fuck then thrust. The fucking
was shorter and the thrusting more regular until it became a slow fuck deep
into the back of my mouth. The rhythm was slow with very deliberate and
steady drives as deep as he could go. His pubic hair was tickling my nose
and his balls were at the base of my lips.
I noticed Brad was making less and less noise. I tried to listen to figure
out what was going on when I realized that he was holding his breath.
Moments later with one big thrust he began to cum. After two blasts he let
out his breath but continued to shoot in my mouth. The shots were quite
large and filled my mouth, slime surrounding my tongue, teeth, and entire
mouth. It had been a good combination for Brad of a long time since he had
shot, and a great orgasm to bring out the most in him. I was completely
frozen as he kept shooting and shooting.
Brad's voice cut through my haze. "It will pass faster if you swallow."
Unable to think for myself I swallowed, letting his cum slide down my
throat. Previous experience had taught me how sensitive his dick head would
be, and I imagined it would even be more sensitive since it was uncovered.
He left his dick in my mouth as it still was having mini convulsions, each
time adding a little more of Brad's load to my mouth.
~~~~
I didn't suck Brad again that night, nor the next morning. Most of the time
I had been sucking him about twice per day. We had missed that number
before, but usually Brad made up for lost time the next day so I was
surprised when I didn't see him until late in the afternoon. I was more
surprised when he didn't immediately start into getting head when he did see
me. In fact, I was worried something wasn't right and he was going to tell
everyone what had been going on.
About an hour after he arrived I tested the waters a little. "Haven't seen
you in a while...?" I couldn't understand why Brad wasn't seeking a blowjob.
Brad responded that he had an assignment that was bothering him, but he
would be done by five o'clock.
I smiled and he looked up at me, also smiling as he said "Don't worry, I've
got something special planned for later. I blushed and looked away, but
soon we made small talk. He packed up his things and went to drop off his
assignment. I couldn't believe how dependent I had become on Brad's dick
for my own sexual satisfaction. I was truly sexually frustrated.
Brad returned shortly after five and looked much more relaxed. I, however,
was almost visibly agitated much to my own amazement. I asked if he was
feeling better, and he said he was getting there. After a short pause he
added that he knew what would make him feel real good. He looked at me and
smiled as I got up and went to get the condom tip, and then sat in the
chair. He stood in front of me, took off his shirt, and looked down at his
belt and pants. I took the hint and started to feel him and undress him.
He was already rock hard and I was getting my fix of cock again. I caught
myself just feeling his hardness through his pants, and realized I had
better get his pants down before Brad noticed how much I needed this.
I undid Brad's belt, then his pants as I massaged his cock through his
boxers. As I pulled his clothing down and off I tried to keep stroking his
cock for him. Once I was done and he was naked Brad climbed up onto the
chair and brought his balls to my lips. I jumped at the chance, and almost
swallowed his balls as I steadily stroked his dick. He was enjoying the
attention, and let me continue for about ten minutes.
"I've got an idea for today," he said as I continued licking his balls. I
stopped to hear what Brad's idea was, but kept stroking his cock. "I was
thinking we could try it without the rubber today."
"What?!?" I said quietly, but with a distinct panic in my voice. I had
stopped stroking for him but did not let go.
"Well, I have loved the blowjobs more and more the less condom we have used,
and the head of the dick is the most sensitive part. I thought it only made
sense to at least give it a try." Brad sounded quite calm and convincing.
He was confidant he would get me to suck him bareback, and just had to make
the right argument. "The reason we were using the rubbers in the first
place was the taste, and I know some of my jizz has slipped out. It didn't
make you sick or anything. I figure if you can take a little bit of jizz at
the end, why not let me feel what it is like with no rubber?"
"I don't know about that," I said to Brad. I was trying to be as
pessimistic as possible. What we had been doing was one thing, but bareback
was a whole different ball game.
Brad continued his case. "What we can do, if you are a little hesitant, is
you can take a swig of this," as he presented the bottle of Listerine I had
bought for him. "That should numb the taste for you as we get started. If
you get scared at the last minute I can always pull out and finish on your
face." Brad had started pouring the Listerine into the cap and was handing
it to me. I took it from him but did not drink. "Come on... just see if it
numbs your taste at all."
I had subconsciously started stroking Brad again. I looked over at my hand
working his cock, and could see how turned on he was. I took a sip of the
Listerine, then the whole cap full. I swished it around in my mouth and
kept looking at Brad's cock. Brad had reached over again and grabbed
something from the counter. It was the glass he had put the used condom in
the other day. He gave it to me to spit into. I did, and he returned it to
the counter. I just sat there and kept looking at his cock.
Brad had stopped trying to convince me, and I think he knew I was seriously
considering it. Brad moved his balls back to my lips and I tentatively
licked them again. Soon I was back into sucking them and stroking him
firmly. He was moving his hips around and it was tough for me to keep my
lips on his balls. I found myself licking the base of his cock, and under
his balls. He would have me licking his nuts, then slowly move his cock
over my lips seeing how long it would take me to notice. At first I would
lick a little before stopping, then I was licking mainly shaft. Soon I was
near the head of his dick. Brad gasped the first time my tongue met his
bare cock head. I pulled back, but returned my lips to lower on his shaft.
We repeated these steps a few times. Soon I stopped and let my lips hang
around his head, and would lick a little more each time. The head of his
dick was wet with my spit. I kept kissing and licking the head, and soon
that was all I was touching. Brad was letting me go at my own pace, but he
was enjoying the contact with his sensitive cock head. I noticed how much
more responsive his dick was to these bare manipulations than it was when
covered. I was thinking about this when I felt him push forward a little.
Out of habit I opened my jaw to take his dick, not realizing this was the
first time his bareback cock had been in my mouth. We both paused to
consider the significance, then I again swirled my tongue around the head.
I could feel the slime of his pre-cum as he pushed his dick in further. Brad
was right: after the Listerine I could not taste a thing.
After getting his dick in my mouth, I continued Brad's blowjob like normal.
I noticed that instead of sliding around on my tongue as it had before, his
bare dick head had a little more friction. When it would slide more is when
he would pump a little bit of pre-cum that acted as lube for my tongue.
Despite the lack of taste, I still was a little afraid, and decided I would
pull his dick out when he came. Though Brad was quiet while I gave him
head, I could tell by his body motions and the hardness of his dick that he
was very much enjoying the experience. I could tell what he was enjoying by
the way his body tensed and thrashed, and the smallest gasps of breath he
was letting out.
I noticed Brad had started shoving his dick deeper with no condom than
before. I had always been afraid of the rubber becoming dislodged and
choking me, but now I had no excuse. He was pushing hard, and I could feel
the head of his cock at my throat. Brad would fuck my mouth for a while
then thrust deep and hold. Again he would fuck then thrust. The fucking
was shorter and the thrusting more regular until it became a slow fuck deep
into the back of my mouth. The rhythm was slow with very deliberate and
steady drives as deep as he could go. His pubic hair was tickling my nose
and his balls were at the base of my lips.
I noticed Brad was making less and less noise. I tried to listen to figure
out what was going on when I realized that he was holding his breath.
Moments later with one big thrust he began to cum. After two blasts he let
out his breath but continued to shoot in my mouth. The shots were quite
large and filled my mouth, slime surrounding my tongue, teeth, and entire
mouth. It had been a good combination for Brad of a long time since he had
shot, and a great orgasm to bring out the most in him. I was completely
frozen as he kept shooting and shooting.
Brad's voice cut through my haze. "It will pass faster if you swallow."
Unable to think for myself I swallowed, letting his cum slide down my
throat. Previous experience had taught me how sensitive his dick head would
be, and I imagined it would even be more sensitive since it was uncovered.
He left his dick in my mouth as it still was having mini convulsions, each
time adding a little more of Brad's load to my mouth.
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