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Touching Nick
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This story has my cock rock hard and my heart beating at a million mph. Good story.
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I just read the two chapters and as everyone else has said, they were great. Keep writing and posting. Thanks for a great read.
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Part 3. Sorry it took so long. I'll try to get part 4 out faster, but I do want to edit and revise. I don't want to rush.
Thanks for the comments. Keep them coming.
As always, this is entirely fiction.
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Part III
“Anything I want?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
“Yes,” he said softly.
“Anything? That’s a lot of stuff.”
He swallowed nervously, “Yes. Whatever brings you pleasure. I get so turned on when you are turned on. Plus, I owe you for all those massages.”
“Hmmm.” I caught a whiff of dirty-sweaty-jock-boy, the most masculine odor I’d ever smelled. He positively reeked of hot teen boy. Standing up, I licked my lips unconsciously while I drank in the view of this hot 18 year-old stud.
I walked over to him, ran the back of my forefinger up along his arm from his baseball glove to the bottom of his uniform sleeve, then back down. I slid my finger around on the back side of his arm, slid my finger into his glove, pressing it into his palm. I leaned forward, drank in his smell: fresh, dirty boy sweat. I moved my hand to his pecs, felt their hardness through his damp, filthy uniform top. I leaned in closer, licked the nape of his neck, tasted the salty sweat there. He lifted his chin as I drew my tongue across the base of his neck, along the top of his jersey. I finished on the other side, worked my way up, and nibbled his earlobe. I couldn’t help thinking about the fact that his parents would be gone for another 9 days…he was all mine until they returned home. Already I knew I was calling in sick the next day at work. It isn’t every day that one gets total control of a hot teenaged boy in his game-dirtied baseball uniform, and I had a lot of “anythings” running through my mind.
“Are you wearing your cup?” I asked thinking about possibilities.
“Yes.”
I knocked gently on the hard plastic. “That could get uncomfortable,” I teased.
“What do you mean ‘could get’?” he smiled. “It’s been ‘uncomfortable’ since I talked to you after the game. But,” he added, “I wanted to give you my full uniform for your enjoyment. While I’d love to be released from the cup, I understand if you want to make me wait.”
I smiled at him, and knocked again for good measure. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt, then the third. I told him to go through a pitching motion for me. I loved the way his arms flexed as he did this, his shirt falling open enough for me to catch a glimpse of his nipple. I stood back, had him turn around, marveling at the way his uniform clung to his body. I put my hands on him, felt his strong, wiry muscles beneath his sweaty, dirty uniform. I stopped him while he was facing away from me, licked the back of his neck, inhaled his scent deeply again, and slid my hands down his abs to his crotch. There, I grabbed his cup, slid it up and down over his rock hard cock. At the same time, I ground my hard cock into his ass. Nick groaned.
I turned him back around, unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, untucked it, and pushed it back on his shoulders to expose his muscular chest. I drank in the sight of his totally smooth torso, his defined abdominals, his navel, the thin line of hair that ran down from there into his pants. I traced my fingers from his waist, up his sides, into his armpits and back down again. I dropped to my knees, and licked the V on his stomach down to his waistband first from his right side, then his left. For the first time I noticed veins standing slightly out on his ripped stomach muscles. I loved how his body trembled as I gently drew my tongue across his belly. Once in the middle, I licked up his happy trail, let my tongue linger in his belly button, and then traced each of his abdominal muscles as I moved up his body. I licked first his left nipple, sucking it in my mouth, gently nibbling. Then, I repeated the process with his right one. Next, I lifted his right arm, put his hand behind his head and dove into his armpit for a few licks on that side before repeating the process on the left side. Again I was left in wonder at the hair in his armpits, so smooth and silky. I nuzzled it with my nose, enjoying the softness on my face. Through this entire process, Nick serenaded me with a chorus of moans of pleasure.
I stood up, took in the sight of him standing with his hands behind his head, his beautiful body at attention, downy armpit hair fuzzy and visible, told him to stay where he was, went and changed into a pair of loose gym shorts. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I needed release from my boxer-briefs. I came back; my cock forming a huge tent-pole in the loose shorts. I winked at him and said, “No sense in both of us being uncomfortable.”
He responded with a smile and a look that seemed to be playfully flipping me off, hands still behind his head. I used his exposed position to my advantage, rubbing his body up and down again with my hands. I tickled him gently, enjoyed seeing his muscles tense up as he giggled and jerked away, and then brought himself back for more. Through all this his hands stayed locked behind his head.
“Get down on the floor,” I ordered, “on your back, and do 50 crunches for me.
He dropped immediately, took off his glove, crossed his arms over his chest and began the crunches. I knelt beside him, felt his abs as they worked and flexed, enjoyed seeing the definition that came about. I knew that before the night was over, I had to see what his abs looked like while fucking.
When he finished his crunches, I had him stand up. I licked his chest and arms again, this time unbuckling the belt on his game pants. I took his shirt the rest of the way off, feeling his torso as I did so. “Now, do 50 push-ups.” He dropped and complied, and I loved seeing his arms flex with each repetition, the muscles on his back as they moved rhythmically, feeling the hardness of all his muscles as I slid my hands all over his soft, soft skin. I then had him stand up again, and go through the pitching motion again, this time able to see all of his muscles working together in concert to deliver what would probably have been an 87 mph fastball.
I knelt down in front of him again, untied his cleats, and loosened the laces so that his feet slipped out of them. He wore high socks that went up to just under his knees where they met his knickers-style baseball pants. I reached up and pulled each sock down, sliding it off his foot. Then I ran my hand up each leg to fluff up the light wispy hair that was matted down. His hair was so soft everywhere…I just couldn’t get enough of it. I took my cock out, rubbed it along his leg, enjoyed the soft sensation, left a thin trail of precum, and then put it away again.
His pants had 2 snaps. I unsnapped both, and then opened the zipper. I could see his sliding shorts, a cup tucked in the pouch in front. I slid his pants down, and had him pitch again, marveling at how his thighs flexed as he went through the motion. I rubbed his thighs, had him flex them while licked in the valley this formed on the front of his leg, enjoyed the hair there more than I probably should have. I then reached up, and gently worked the cup out of the shorts.
Immediately, I knew why he’d been uncomfortable. His rock-hard cock was bigger than the cup. I leaned forward, inhaled deeply. Nothing prepared me for the sheer eroticism that was the odor I encountered. He smelled like a man should, and he smelled like sex at the same time. I literally swooned and nearly came. I rubbed my nose against the satiny fabric of his sliding shorts, nuzzling his cock, rubbing up and down the shaft with 2 fingers, tracing the well defined outline of his mushroom cockhead. I had him turn around. I put my hands on his ass, feeling the hardness…knowing that I had to bury my cock inside.
I spun him around again, pulled his sliding shorts down from the back, enjoyed seeing the front waistband pull down his cock so that it stood straight out, still covered by the stretchy nylon fabric. Lower and lower his cock went, his pubic bush fully exposed to me. I paused now and nuzzled this, also, reveling in its silky softness, sniffing in his sweaty jock boy scent, allowing my tongue to drift out of my mouth and touch the base of his teen cock while my hand rubbed and polished away at his dickhead. This brought forth a fresh moan of approval from my man child. I had him put his arms over his head again, exposing his body to my touch. I spun him around, his cock still trapped in his tight shorts, his ass exposed. I had him stand with his feet shoulder width apart and bend over. I reached through, fondled his balls, his cock and tickled him under his nut sack. I spread his cheeks, saw the damp, wispy hair there and blew gently on his hole. It puckered. I had him stand up and turn around again. I tugged on the legs of his shorts, the waistband slid lower as did his cock. Suddenly, his penis sprang free, smacking hard against his stomach, a drop of precum hitting me in the face and trailing back to his dick.
I know I’ve said it before but I have to repeat myself here: his cock was perfection. A steel-hard veiny shaft, teased to the very height of arousal waited for me, jutted out in front of him like an arrow. I leaned in, took the mushroom crown in my mouth and began to work it.
“Oh my god, I’m close!” he cried out. “You turn me on so much…the teasing is amazing…I’m about to cum!”
Of course I pulled off his cock. He’d been so turned on for so long that being on the edge of orgasm was only natural. I moved under him, took his balls in my mouth. They were so sweaty, so delicious with the boy sweat odor emanating from him. I couldn’t get enough of them. I moved back to his cock, ran my tongue under the crown again, enjoying the taste of sweaty teen jock boy. As he neared an explosion, I pulled off again, leaving him making a squeaking noise because he was again denied release.
I had him turn around again, spread his legs, and lean forward, bracing his weight on the coffee table. I opened his ass again, blew gently again, then moved in. My tongue touched his hole and he gasped. I loved that tangy, sweaty taste, and he loved the movements of my tongue. Soon he was grinding his ass into my face, and I was loving it. I reached through his legs, and teased his cock some more. He said he was about to cum. I grabbed his nut cup and put it under his cock. I kept working my mouth on his hole, my hand on his cock. He tensed up, made a moaning grunting noise and released about 5 huge shots of boy cream all over and into his nut cup. He collapsed to his knees, then leaned back against me. I supported his weight by holding him under his arms while he caught his breath.
“Pick up your glove,” I ordered him after he’d recovered a bit. He complied. “Stand up on your knees and hold the glove under your cock.” Again, my wish was his command. I took the nut cup, sloppy with his cum and dipped the tip of his dick into his jizz. Next, I put his cock into the palm of his baseball glove and began to work it around. Every time I drug his now super-sensitive cockhead along the glove he gasped in painful pleasure. “Every baseball glove needs to be rubbed with conditioner, Nick. Wouldn’t you agree?” He nodded and moaned his agreement.
When the last of the jizz was rubbed into the glove, he laughed and said “Brandon always borrows my glove when I pitch. He’d die if he knew about this.”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Nick turned around and we kissed deeply. Our kiss broke and he nuzzled my face with his nose saying, “Is there anything else you’d like to do with me?”
“Oh, Nick, we’ve only started.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Thanks for the comments. Keep them coming.
As always, this is entirely fiction.
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Part III
“Anything I want?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
“Yes,” he said softly.
“Anything? That’s a lot of stuff.”
He swallowed nervously, “Yes. Whatever brings you pleasure. I get so turned on when you are turned on. Plus, I owe you for all those massages.”
“Hmmm.” I caught a whiff of dirty-sweaty-jock-boy, the most masculine odor I’d ever smelled. He positively reeked of hot teen boy. Standing up, I licked my lips unconsciously while I drank in the view of this hot 18 year-old stud.
I walked over to him, ran the back of my forefinger up along his arm from his baseball glove to the bottom of his uniform sleeve, then back down. I slid my finger around on the back side of his arm, slid my finger into his glove, pressing it into his palm. I leaned forward, drank in his smell: fresh, dirty boy sweat. I moved my hand to his pecs, felt their hardness through his damp, filthy uniform top. I leaned in closer, licked the nape of his neck, tasted the salty sweat there. He lifted his chin as I drew my tongue across the base of his neck, along the top of his jersey. I finished on the other side, worked my way up, and nibbled his earlobe. I couldn’t help thinking about the fact that his parents would be gone for another 9 days…he was all mine until they returned home. Already I knew I was calling in sick the next day at work. It isn’t every day that one gets total control of a hot teenaged boy in his game-dirtied baseball uniform, and I had a lot of “anythings” running through my mind.
“Are you wearing your cup?” I asked thinking about possibilities.
“Yes.”
I knocked gently on the hard plastic. “That could get uncomfortable,” I teased.
“What do you mean ‘could get’?” he smiled. “It’s been ‘uncomfortable’ since I talked to you after the game. But,” he added, “I wanted to give you my full uniform for your enjoyment. While I’d love to be released from the cup, I understand if you want to make me wait.”
I smiled at him, and knocked again for good measure. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt, then the third. I told him to go through a pitching motion for me. I loved the way his arms flexed as he did this, his shirt falling open enough for me to catch a glimpse of his nipple. I stood back, had him turn around, marveling at the way his uniform clung to his body. I put my hands on him, felt his strong, wiry muscles beneath his sweaty, dirty uniform. I stopped him while he was facing away from me, licked the back of his neck, inhaled his scent deeply again, and slid my hands down his abs to his crotch. There, I grabbed his cup, slid it up and down over his rock hard cock. At the same time, I ground my hard cock into his ass. Nick groaned.
I turned him back around, unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, untucked it, and pushed it back on his shoulders to expose his muscular chest. I drank in the sight of his totally smooth torso, his defined abdominals, his navel, the thin line of hair that ran down from there into his pants. I traced my fingers from his waist, up his sides, into his armpits and back down again. I dropped to my knees, and licked the V on his stomach down to his waistband first from his right side, then his left. For the first time I noticed veins standing slightly out on his ripped stomach muscles. I loved how his body trembled as I gently drew my tongue across his belly. Once in the middle, I licked up his happy trail, let my tongue linger in his belly button, and then traced each of his abdominal muscles as I moved up his body. I licked first his left nipple, sucking it in my mouth, gently nibbling. Then, I repeated the process with his right one. Next, I lifted his right arm, put his hand behind his head and dove into his armpit for a few licks on that side before repeating the process on the left side. Again I was left in wonder at the hair in his armpits, so smooth and silky. I nuzzled it with my nose, enjoying the softness on my face. Through this entire process, Nick serenaded me with a chorus of moans of pleasure.
I stood up, took in the sight of him standing with his hands behind his head, his beautiful body at attention, downy armpit hair fuzzy and visible, told him to stay where he was, went and changed into a pair of loose gym shorts. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I needed release from my boxer-briefs. I came back; my cock forming a huge tent-pole in the loose shorts. I winked at him and said, “No sense in both of us being uncomfortable.”
He responded with a smile and a look that seemed to be playfully flipping me off, hands still behind his head. I used his exposed position to my advantage, rubbing his body up and down again with my hands. I tickled him gently, enjoyed seeing his muscles tense up as he giggled and jerked away, and then brought himself back for more. Through all this his hands stayed locked behind his head.
“Get down on the floor,” I ordered, “on your back, and do 50 crunches for me.
He dropped immediately, took off his glove, crossed his arms over his chest and began the crunches. I knelt beside him, felt his abs as they worked and flexed, enjoyed seeing the definition that came about. I knew that before the night was over, I had to see what his abs looked like while fucking.
When he finished his crunches, I had him stand up. I licked his chest and arms again, this time unbuckling the belt on his game pants. I took his shirt the rest of the way off, feeling his torso as I did so. “Now, do 50 push-ups.” He dropped and complied, and I loved seeing his arms flex with each repetition, the muscles on his back as they moved rhythmically, feeling the hardness of all his muscles as I slid my hands all over his soft, soft skin. I then had him stand up again, and go through the pitching motion again, this time able to see all of his muscles working together in concert to deliver what would probably have been an 87 mph fastball.
I knelt down in front of him again, untied his cleats, and loosened the laces so that his feet slipped out of them. He wore high socks that went up to just under his knees where they met his knickers-style baseball pants. I reached up and pulled each sock down, sliding it off his foot. Then I ran my hand up each leg to fluff up the light wispy hair that was matted down. His hair was so soft everywhere…I just couldn’t get enough of it. I took my cock out, rubbed it along his leg, enjoyed the soft sensation, left a thin trail of precum, and then put it away again.
His pants had 2 snaps. I unsnapped both, and then opened the zipper. I could see his sliding shorts, a cup tucked in the pouch in front. I slid his pants down, and had him pitch again, marveling at how his thighs flexed as he went through the motion. I rubbed his thighs, had him flex them while licked in the valley this formed on the front of his leg, enjoyed the hair there more than I probably should have. I then reached up, and gently worked the cup out of the shorts.
Immediately, I knew why he’d been uncomfortable. His rock-hard cock was bigger than the cup. I leaned forward, inhaled deeply. Nothing prepared me for the sheer eroticism that was the odor I encountered. He smelled like a man should, and he smelled like sex at the same time. I literally swooned and nearly came. I rubbed my nose against the satiny fabric of his sliding shorts, nuzzling his cock, rubbing up and down the shaft with 2 fingers, tracing the well defined outline of his mushroom cockhead. I had him turn around. I put my hands on his ass, feeling the hardness…knowing that I had to bury my cock inside.
I spun him around again, pulled his sliding shorts down from the back, enjoyed seeing the front waistband pull down his cock so that it stood straight out, still covered by the stretchy nylon fabric. Lower and lower his cock went, his pubic bush fully exposed to me. I paused now and nuzzled this, also, reveling in its silky softness, sniffing in his sweaty jock boy scent, allowing my tongue to drift out of my mouth and touch the base of his teen cock while my hand rubbed and polished away at his dickhead. This brought forth a fresh moan of approval from my man child. I had him put his arms over his head again, exposing his body to my touch. I spun him around, his cock still trapped in his tight shorts, his ass exposed. I had him stand with his feet shoulder width apart and bend over. I reached through, fondled his balls, his cock and tickled him under his nut sack. I spread his cheeks, saw the damp, wispy hair there and blew gently on his hole. It puckered. I had him stand up and turn around again. I tugged on the legs of his shorts, the waistband slid lower as did his cock. Suddenly, his penis sprang free, smacking hard against his stomach, a drop of precum hitting me in the face and trailing back to his dick.
I know I’ve said it before but I have to repeat myself here: his cock was perfection. A steel-hard veiny shaft, teased to the very height of arousal waited for me, jutted out in front of him like an arrow. I leaned in, took the mushroom crown in my mouth and began to work it.
“Oh my god, I’m close!” he cried out. “You turn me on so much…the teasing is amazing…I’m about to cum!”
Of course I pulled off his cock. He’d been so turned on for so long that being on the edge of orgasm was only natural. I moved under him, took his balls in my mouth. They were so sweaty, so delicious with the boy sweat odor emanating from him. I couldn’t get enough of them. I moved back to his cock, ran my tongue under the crown again, enjoying the taste of sweaty teen jock boy. As he neared an explosion, I pulled off again, leaving him making a squeaking noise because he was again denied release.
I had him turn around again, spread his legs, and lean forward, bracing his weight on the coffee table. I opened his ass again, blew gently again, then moved in. My tongue touched his hole and he gasped. I loved that tangy, sweaty taste, and he loved the movements of my tongue. Soon he was grinding his ass into my face, and I was loving it. I reached through his legs, and teased his cock some more. He said he was about to cum. I grabbed his nut cup and put it under his cock. I kept working my mouth on his hole, my hand on his cock. He tensed up, made a moaning grunting noise and released about 5 huge shots of boy cream all over and into his nut cup. He collapsed to his knees, then leaned back against me. I supported his weight by holding him under his arms while he caught his breath.
“Pick up your glove,” I ordered him after he’d recovered a bit. He complied. “Stand up on your knees and hold the glove under your cock.” Again, my wish was his command. I took the nut cup, sloppy with his cum and dipped the tip of his dick into his jizz. Next, I put his cock into the palm of his baseball glove and began to work it around. Every time I drug his now super-sensitive cockhead along the glove he gasped in painful pleasure. “Every baseball glove needs to be rubbed with conditioner, Nick. Wouldn’t you agree?” He nodded and moaned his agreement.
When the last of the jizz was rubbed into the glove, he laughed and said “Brandon always borrows my glove when I pitch. He’d die if he knew about this.”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Nick turned around and we kissed deeply. Our kiss broke and he nuzzled my face with his nose saying, “Is there anything else you’d like to do with me?”
“Oh, Nick, we’ve only started.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
If this got any hotter I would explode and I don.t see how it could get any hotter. The detail is excellent. It's like being there and yet not. I f only. I don't know if I can stand waiting for what is about to happen. This story can lrave a person in a highly aroused state. This is the most erotic that I have ever read.
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I am sure all of your readers felt just the same way Nick did. Glad you're back. Keep this story (and your readers) cumming.
Here is part 4. It is a bit shorter than usual...I was writing a transition to the next part and kind of got carried away... Anyway, the transition took place and you can see where we're going. I hope you like how we got there.
I'll start working on the next part soon. Hopefully it will be up before too long.
As always, this is, unfortunately for me, pure fiction.
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Part IV
I'll start working on the next part soon. Hopefully it will be up before too long.
As always, this is, unfortunately for me, pure fiction.
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Part IV
And now I'll actually post the update.
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Part IV
I pulled him down on the floor on top of me, all 175 lbs of his hot, sweaty, hard body pressing into mine. My hands couldn’t stop sliding up and down his back and arms as we kissed deeply, passionately. His tuft of soft beard rubbed my chin as we shamelessly made out. Our tongues met, caressed, danced, and became very familiar with the inside of the other’s mouth. I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me, pressing into me. I felt safe, secure. I loved this boy. Soon, his cock was rock-hard again. Nick then slipped it up inside my shorts through the pant leg, pressing it into my cock. Our dicks also began a dance, sliding up against each other. His member felt so hot it almost scalded my cock. At the same time, it felt so hard while the skin was so velvety soft. It was so amazing to have the most personal parts of our bodies sharing the same pair of shorts, and rubbing and caressing each other. As we continued making out, I was drawing closer and closer to release.
I opened my eyes, studied his face as he continued grinding into me. I marveled at his masculine beauty, the angular, defined jaw coated with a dusting of 2-days-at-age-18-without-shaving beard, his chin with its soft soul patch. I loved the eye black under his eyes, the beads of sweat standing out on his cheeks, the dirt he smeared on his face for me as he crossed home plate, his jock-boy smell, and most of all his beautiful blue-grey eyes, so deep, now staring into mine, showing me that he loved me, that he truly cared for me, that he loved what he was doing, that he’d never been happier in his life, either. This was the most intimate moment I’d ever spent with anyone. He kissed my lips, the tip of my nose, my forehead. He pulled my shirt off, laid back down on me so I could feel his hard, smooth, silky soft torso, his incredible abs in action, and then really began to grind into me in earnest.
We kissed some more. I certainly had not intended to do this at this point, but I was so committed that I couldn’t stop…didn’t want to stop. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm building in me. I let it go. “OH FUCK!” I shouted. “OH FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I began to shoot my load in my loose shorts. As soon as I began to shoot, he lost all control also, and shot his second load of the night. I could feel its searing heat on my cock and pubic bush. So hot, so erotic. I loved having his cum on me—such a personal, intimate thing, and yet it had never felt more right in my entire life.
He dropped his head next to mine, still on top of me breathing hard. “I love you so much,” he breathed into my ear. “I love you so much it hurts.”
“I love you too, Nick. I’ve never, ever, felt this way before.”
As we kissed again, I could feel the slippery mess inside my shorts beginning to run. He kissed down my torso, grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and pulled down. What was there was about the biggest mess of cum I’d ever seen, covering the entire shaft of my dick, my pubes and running down and under my balls.
“Oh shit,” he said. “What a mess. Do you want me to…err…clean it up a bit?”
“That would be great,” I responded.
Nick dove in with his tongue, beginning in my pubic bush. He had a bit of difficulty there with the amount of hair, but he kept at it, his soft beard brushing my re-hardening cock. When done there, he spread my legs apart and went around my balls, then under them, then back up across them to my cock. He used his tongue like an expert and soon had cleaned all the mess. When he’d finished, he kissed me and gave me some of the cum he’d collected. “I didn’t want you to be left out.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that, and everything else. This is a hell of a gift, Nick.”
“Yeah, but it is a selfish gift, I have to admit. I’ve never had more fun in my whole life. So,” he asked, “is there anything else you want to do?”
I looked at him, smiled. “Nick,” I began slowly, “that last orgasm was the most intense one of my entire life. But, it wasn’t even on my agenda of things to do.”
He grinned sheepishly, like a boy caught being naughty. “I guess I can keep going, if that is what you want.”
“Oh yes, it is. One of my “anythings” is that I want to find out is how many times you can cum in 24 hours. And since you have no game tomorrow, and there is no way in hell I’m going to work tomorrow…”
He looked at me, eyebrows raised in surprise, but smiled his dirty boy smile. “Then I guess we’re at 2. And” he said, looking down at his hard cock and tapping it with his index finger, “I’m pretty sure that I’ve got 3 in me somewhere.”
I smiled, reached under him, cupped his nuts and said, “I think I may know where it is.”
I stood up, told him to do the same. Again I took in the beauty of his masculine body, the muscles working in concert. “Follow me,” I said grabbing his cum-slick cock and pulling him toward the bathroom. “You played hard, and after a game you need a bath.”
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Part IV
I pulled him down on the floor on top of me, all 175 lbs of his hot, sweaty, hard body pressing into mine. My hands couldn’t stop sliding up and down his back and arms as we kissed deeply, passionately. His tuft of soft beard rubbed my chin as we shamelessly made out. Our tongues met, caressed, danced, and became very familiar with the inside of the other’s mouth. I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me, pressing into me. I felt safe, secure. I loved this boy. Soon, his cock was rock-hard again. Nick then slipped it up inside my shorts through the pant leg, pressing it into my cock. Our dicks also began a dance, sliding up against each other. His member felt so hot it almost scalded my cock. At the same time, it felt so hard while the skin was so velvety soft. It was so amazing to have the most personal parts of our bodies sharing the same pair of shorts, and rubbing and caressing each other. As we continued making out, I was drawing closer and closer to release.
I opened my eyes, studied his face as he continued grinding into me. I marveled at his masculine beauty, the angular, defined jaw coated with a dusting of 2-days-at-age-18-without-shaving beard, his chin with its soft soul patch. I loved the eye black under his eyes, the beads of sweat standing out on his cheeks, the dirt he smeared on his face for me as he crossed home plate, his jock-boy smell, and most of all his beautiful blue-grey eyes, so deep, now staring into mine, showing me that he loved me, that he truly cared for me, that he loved what he was doing, that he’d never been happier in his life, either. This was the most intimate moment I’d ever spent with anyone. He kissed my lips, the tip of my nose, my forehead. He pulled my shirt off, laid back down on me so I could feel his hard, smooth, silky soft torso, his incredible abs in action, and then really began to grind into me in earnest.
We kissed some more. I certainly had not intended to do this at this point, but I was so committed that I couldn’t stop…didn’t want to stop. Suddenly, I felt my orgasm building in me. I let it go. “OH FUCK!” I shouted. “OH FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I began to shoot my load in my loose shorts. As soon as I began to shoot, he lost all control also, and shot his second load of the night. I could feel its searing heat on my cock and pubic bush. So hot, so erotic. I loved having his cum on me—such a personal, intimate thing, and yet it had never felt more right in my entire life.
He dropped his head next to mine, still on top of me breathing hard. “I love you so much,” he breathed into my ear. “I love you so much it hurts.”
“I love you too, Nick. I’ve never, ever, felt this way before.”
As we kissed again, I could feel the slippery mess inside my shorts beginning to run. He kissed down my torso, grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and pulled down. What was there was about the biggest mess of cum I’d ever seen, covering the entire shaft of my dick, my pubes and running down and under my balls.
“Oh shit,” he said. “What a mess. Do you want me to…err…clean it up a bit?”
“That would be great,” I responded.
Nick dove in with his tongue, beginning in my pubic bush. He had a bit of difficulty there with the amount of hair, but he kept at it, his soft beard brushing my re-hardening cock. When done there, he spread my legs apart and went around my balls, then under them, then back up across them to my cock. He used his tongue like an expert and soon had cleaned all the mess. When he’d finished, he kissed me and gave me some of the cum he’d collected. “I didn’t want you to be left out.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that, and everything else. This is a hell of a gift, Nick.”
“Yeah, but it is a selfish gift, I have to admit. I’ve never had more fun in my whole life. So,” he asked, “is there anything else you want to do?”
I looked at him, smiled. “Nick,” I began slowly, “that last orgasm was the most intense one of my entire life. But, it wasn’t even on my agenda of things to do.”
He grinned sheepishly, like a boy caught being naughty. “I guess I can keep going, if that is what you want.”
“Oh yes, it is. One of my “anythings” is that I want to find out is how many times you can cum in 24 hours. And since you have no game tomorrow, and there is no way in hell I’m going to work tomorrow…”
He looked at me, eyebrows raised in surprise, but smiled his dirty boy smile. “Then I guess we’re at 2. And” he said, looking down at his hard cock and tapping it with his index finger, “I’m pretty sure that I’ve got 3 in me somewhere.”
I smiled, reached under him, cupped his nuts and said, “I think I may know where it is.”
I stood up, told him to do the same. Again I took in the beauty of his masculine body, the muscles working in concert. “Follow me,” I said grabbing his cum-slick cock and pulling him toward the bathroom. “You played hard, and after a game you need a bath.”
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Now that was my kind of action. Thanks for getting this chapter out to us so fast, but make sure you pace yourself. We want Nick to make it to then end of this story. If he doesn't, there are going to be a lot of frustrated fans out here in need of serious relief.
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just read all the chapters and its amazin, exciting, erotic and filled with so much sexual desire in the air...porn stars would be jealous
love it!!! ur doing an outstanding job on this story.
Part V (I think)
Sorry it took so long, guys. Hope you like it. As ever, this is entirely fictional.
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I tugged gently on his cock and led him down the hallway. Presently, I stopped, turned and looked him in the eye. “Have I told you before, Nick, how perfect I think you are: your eyes, your body, your hair, your ass, your penis? Nick, there is nothing about you that doesn’t fit my every fantasy.” With that, I kissed him full on the lips, my fingers tracing up his happy trail up and back down again. I dropped to my knees, sucked his cock into my mouth, cleaned up the remaining cum there.
I stood up again, licked along his chest. Then I turned him around, put his hands on the wall, kicked his legs apart, and licked down his spine. He pushed his ass back a bit, and my tongue dove back in. We hadn’t even made it down the hall and already I was distracted by this sweaty, dirty man-boy. I kept moving my mouth down until my tongue was lapping at his salty nutsack, and my fingers were buried deep in his ass. Nick’s moans didn’t do much to help me regain my focus on the bathtub, either. After about 5 minutes I spun Nick back around, rubbed my face on his cock and then sucked on his rod again, making it harder than a steel shaft. A couple of minutes later, with Nick moaning and writhing against the wall in pleasure, I pulled off.
“You could finish, if you wanted,” Nick said almost pleading.
I licked his cock, which brought forth a fresh groan of pleasure from him. “I could. But I could also tease you unmercifully before you cum.”
Nick looked a bit shocked. “Yeah, but I’m almost ready right now.”
I stood up, and stroked his cock lightly with just the tips of my fingers. Nick leaned his head forward put it on my shoulder, almost purring, his knees shaking with the effort of holding his weight under the strain of the pleasure. “Nick, when you get to college, you might read an Italian author named Machiavelli. He said that pain should be inflicted quickly, but pleasure,” I said lightly tracing my index finger around the crown of his cock making him whimper, “should be inflicted slowly.”
Nick groaned. A drop of pre-cum slid out of his piss slit and began to run down across his cockhead. “You are an expert at inflicting pleasure. I have never felt so good in my life.”
I pulled on his cock, leading him to the bathroom. I ran water in the tub. While it was filling, I had Nick put his right foot on the side of the tub and lean forward. This exposed his ass, balls and cock to my ever roaming hands. I pushed his ass cheeks apart, brushed my finger up and down his crack. I moved my hand lower and lightly fondled his testicles. I slid my fingers along his cock, wiped the precum off its tip with my finger, then had him suck my finger clean. My hands continued roaming around his body. I couldn’t stop marveling at how soft his skin was and how hard his muscles were underneath that skin.
Soon the tub was full, and I told him to stand in the water. I grabbed a small cup and scooped water up, then poured it down his chest, I did it again, and poured in on his cock, watching the water stream down and across his balls. I licked the water up, then told him to sit down. He did. I began soaping him up, his arms, hands, and shoulders. I loved feeling his hard muscles, the light fuzzy hair on his forearms. I had him put his hands behind his head, and scrubbed lightly in his beautiful armpits with their perfect hair. I had him lift first his right leg, then his left, each time cleaning his foot, running my fingers between his toes before moving higher and higher up his beautifully, lightly haired calves, and over his knees where he jerked a little when I tickled him there, then up to his inner thighs where I cleaned between his balls and his legs, taking time to carefully finger each one of his nuts. I looked at his perfect erect penis, jutting up out of the water like a thick, one-eyed periscope. I grabbed it, stroked it once, then twice with my soapy, slippery hand. I continued scrubbing his cock for a moment, each stroke came with a twist of my wrist which brought forth new groans of pleasure. I then moved to his back, soaping it down, then on to his chest. His beautiful, smooth chest. I washed each muscle…his pecs, his nipples, each of his abs. I had him lay down in the water. I ran my hands over him rinsing him. Had him get up on his knees and lean backwards, supporting his weight on his hands. This position exposed his genitals to me, his rock hard dick stuck straight out like a flagpole, while leaving him in a position where it was hard to wiggle. I washed his waist line, the “V”, his belly button, the happy trail. I grabbed the shampoo, washed his thin, wispy pubes, really began to stroke his cock. When he was moaning and trying to hump my hand, I stopped. I had him lay back down again. I washed his hair, and gently washed his face. Finally, I had him get back up on his knees, and lean forward resting himself on his elbows. I dove into his asscrack with the soap, my fingers cleaning him there, too—a really deep clean.
I pulled the plug on the tub, watched the dirty water drain away. I turned the water back on, grabbed the shower head, and rinsed his body—him still on his elbows and knees. When I held the shower head under him and pointed it up at his cock and balls he actually convulsed in pleasure as the gentle fingers of water played on his genitalia. I grabbed the soap, went after his cock again. Again, I brought him to the edge. Again, I stopped, but rinsed him with the shower head making him whimper again in orgasm denied.
I had him stand up. I dried him gently with my mouth sucking off droplets of water and with a soft, fluffy towel. I then led him to the bedroom. I had him lie down on his stomach and I began my massage like the night before, reveling in his hot body, and all his beauty. I worked my fingers into his ass again.
Quietly, he moaned.
“Nick,” I said, “I want to fuck you. Are you okay with that?”
“Anything you want.”
“Roll over.”
He did. I looked again at the perfect picture of male beauty before me. The perfect muscles, hair, cock. I grabbed his ankles, lifted his legs up over my shoulders, and positioned my cock by his ass. I grabbed some lubricant, put it on my dick and his ass, rubbed my cock up and down in his crack. I leaned forward and kissed him. He looked me in the eye, and nodded. I pushed forward, my cockhead easing into his hole. He gasped, swallowed, then nodded again never breaking eye contact. I slowly pushed in, amazed at how hot and tight his ass felt. His ass was so perfect, it was like I’d never had sex before. Here I was fucking the boy of my dreams. I began with long, slow strokes, leaning forward to kiss him. As my orgasm built, I started going faster and faster.
“Tear my ass apart!” he screamed. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. I love having your cock in me!”
I fucked him harder, faster, my balls slapping against his ass, his hard cock spewing precum all over the place. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I came, filling him deep inside with my semen.
On feeling me cum, he screamed “OH FUCK!!!” and shot a huge load across his chest without even touching himself.
When we had finished, I let my cock pop out of his ass, leaned forward and laid down on top of him.
“That was amazing, Nick.”
“You’re telling me. I’ve never felt so sexually satisfied in my life.”
“Are you telling me that you’re done?” I asked.
“Hell no. I just about feel as good as I ever have.”
“Me too.” We kissed. I rolled onto my side, Nick rolled up on his side, also. Our limbs intertwined, we fell asleep.
Sorry it took so long, guys. Hope you like it. As ever, this is entirely fictional.
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I tugged gently on his cock and led him down the hallway. Presently, I stopped, turned and looked him in the eye. “Have I told you before, Nick, how perfect I think you are: your eyes, your body, your hair, your ass, your penis? Nick, there is nothing about you that doesn’t fit my every fantasy.” With that, I kissed him full on the lips, my fingers tracing up his happy trail up and back down again. I dropped to my knees, sucked his cock into my mouth, cleaned up the remaining cum there.
I stood up again, licked along his chest. Then I turned him around, put his hands on the wall, kicked his legs apart, and licked down his spine. He pushed his ass back a bit, and my tongue dove back in. We hadn’t even made it down the hall and already I was distracted by this sweaty, dirty man-boy. I kept moving my mouth down until my tongue was lapping at his salty nutsack, and my fingers were buried deep in his ass. Nick’s moans didn’t do much to help me regain my focus on the bathtub, either. After about 5 minutes I spun Nick back around, rubbed my face on his cock and then sucked on his rod again, making it harder than a steel shaft. A couple of minutes later, with Nick moaning and writhing against the wall in pleasure, I pulled off.
“You could finish, if you wanted,” Nick said almost pleading.
I licked his cock, which brought forth a fresh groan of pleasure from him. “I could. But I could also tease you unmercifully before you cum.”
Nick looked a bit shocked. “Yeah, but I’m almost ready right now.”
I stood up, and stroked his cock lightly with just the tips of my fingers. Nick leaned his head forward put it on my shoulder, almost purring, his knees shaking with the effort of holding his weight under the strain of the pleasure. “Nick, when you get to college, you might read an Italian author named Machiavelli. He said that pain should be inflicted quickly, but pleasure,” I said lightly tracing my index finger around the crown of his cock making him whimper, “should be inflicted slowly.”
Nick groaned. A drop of pre-cum slid out of his piss slit and began to run down across his cockhead. “You are an expert at inflicting pleasure. I have never felt so good in my life.”
I pulled on his cock, leading him to the bathroom. I ran water in the tub. While it was filling, I had Nick put his right foot on the side of the tub and lean forward. This exposed his ass, balls and cock to my ever roaming hands. I pushed his ass cheeks apart, brushed my finger up and down his crack. I moved my hand lower and lightly fondled his testicles. I slid my fingers along his cock, wiped the precum off its tip with my finger, then had him suck my finger clean. My hands continued roaming around his body. I couldn’t stop marveling at how soft his skin was and how hard his muscles were underneath that skin.
Soon the tub was full, and I told him to stand in the water. I grabbed a small cup and scooped water up, then poured it down his chest, I did it again, and poured in on his cock, watching the water stream down and across his balls. I licked the water up, then told him to sit down. He did. I began soaping him up, his arms, hands, and shoulders. I loved feeling his hard muscles, the light fuzzy hair on his forearms. I had him put his hands behind his head, and scrubbed lightly in his beautiful armpits with their perfect hair. I had him lift first his right leg, then his left, each time cleaning his foot, running my fingers between his toes before moving higher and higher up his beautifully, lightly haired calves, and over his knees where he jerked a little when I tickled him there, then up to his inner thighs where I cleaned between his balls and his legs, taking time to carefully finger each one of his nuts. I looked at his perfect erect penis, jutting up out of the water like a thick, one-eyed periscope. I grabbed it, stroked it once, then twice with my soapy, slippery hand. I continued scrubbing his cock for a moment, each stroke came with a twist of my wrist which brought forth new groans of pleasure. I then moved to his back, soaping it down, then on to his chest. His beautiful, smooth chest. I washed each muscle…his pecs, his nipples, each of his abs. I had him lay down in the water. I ran my hands over him rinsing him. Had him get up on his knees and lean backwards, supporting his weight on his hands. This position exposed his genitals to me, his rock hard dick stuck straight out like a flagpole, while leaving him in a position where it was hard to wiggle. I washed his waist line, the “V”, his belly button, the happy trail. I grabbed the shampoo, washed his thin, wispy pubes, really began to stroke his cock. When he was moaning and trying to hump my hand, I stopped. I had him lay back down again. I washed his hair, and gently washed his face. Finally, I had him get back up on his knees, and lean forward resting himself on his elbows. I dove into his asscrack with the soap, my fingers cleaning him there, too—a really deep clean.
I pulled the plug on the tub, watched the dirty water drain away. I turned the water back on, grabbed the shower head, and rinsed his body—him still on his elbows and knees. When I held the shower head under him and pointed it up at his cock and balls he actually convulsed in pleasure as the gentle fingers of water played on his genitalia. I grabbed the soap, went after his cock again. Again, I brought him to the edge. Again, I stopped, but rinsed him with the shower head making him whimper again in orgasm denied.
I had him stand up. I dried him gently with my mouth sucking off droplets of water and with a soft, fluffy towel. I then led him to the bedroom. I had him lie down on his stomach and I began my massage like the night before, reveling in his hot body, and all his beauty. I worked my fingers into his ass again.
Quietly, he moaned.
“Nick,” I said, “I want to fuck you. Are you okay with that?”
“Anything you want.”
“Roll over.”
He did. I looked again at the perfect picture of male beauty before me. The perfect muscles, hair, cock. I grabbed his ankles, lifted his legs up over my shoulders, and positioned my cock by his ass. I grabbed some lubricant, put it on my dick and his ass, rubbed my cock up and down in his crack. I leaned forward and kissed him. He looked me in the eye, and nodded. I pushed forward, my cockhead easing into his hole. He gasped, swallowed, then nodded again never breaking eye contact. I slowly pushed in, amazed at how hot and tight his ass felt. His ass was so perfect, it was like I’d never had sex before. Here I was fucking the boy of my dreams. I began with long, slow strokes, leaning forward to kiss him. As my orgasm built, I started going faster and faster.
“Tear my ass apart!” he screamed. “Oh fuck, that feels so good. I love having your cock in me!”
I fucked him harder, faster, my balls slapping against his ass, his hard cock spewing precum all over the place. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I came, filling him deep inside with my semen.
On feeling me cum, he screamed “OH FUCK!!!” and shot a huge load across his chest without even touching himself.
When we had finished, I let my cock pop out of his ass, leaned forward and laid down on top of him.
“That was amazing, Nick.”
“You’re telling me. I’ve never felt so sexually satisfied in my life.”
“Are you telling me that you’re done?” I asked.
“Hell no. I just about feel as good as I ever have.”
“Me too.” We kissed. I rolled onto my side, Nick rolled up on his side, also. Our limbs intertwined, we fell asleep.