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Touching Nick
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Here it is, the long awaited update. Sorry it took so long.
As always, it is fiction.
* * * * * * * * *
Part VII
Nick kissed me quickly on the lips, then pulled his body up. I shifted so that I was leaning back against the headboard. When I’d done that, Nick scooted forward so that his thighs were wedged firmly under my armpits. His fuzzy nutsack hung low and lay on my chest. I could also feel the light fuzz of his leg hair along my sides. His mammoth, magnificent, steel-hard shaft pointed right at my face, a glistening drop of precum running out the tip.
I looked up and could see Nick looking down at me, grinning eagerly like a boy who knew he was about to get a reward for being good. I used my fingers, gently tracing along the length of his cock, wiping off the precum, tasting it. My fingers then went back to work tracing his muscles, his sexy “V” along his waist, his abs, his solid pecs. My hands traced up into his armpits, then back down his sensitive sides causing him to shiver and his cock to quiver. Another drop of precum appeared.
My fingers moved back down toward his navel. I ran my fingers through his downy soft pubic bush, then under his balls. I leaned forward. Nick grabbed his cock, rubbed it around my face, then finally slid it into my waiting mouth.
I was in no mood to play. I went straight to work on his pole with such a ferocious hunger that he gasped. As my tongue worked around his shaft and mushroom-head, Nick’s head fell back and an unearthly groan filled the room telling me that I was now in total control of my boy-stud. I concentrated on his cock, on his pleasure. Nick began to shake, shouting, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna blow my load! I’m gonna shoot my load!” I kept going more and more intensely. Suddenly, Nick grew stiff and still, shouted “FUCK! FUCK! OH GOD! FUCK!” and shot spurt after spurt of his boycream into my hungry mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but he kept filling my mouth with cock and thick cum. Finally, he began to calm down, then collapsed on top of me again, his beard-tuft brushing my shoulder, his breath coming in deep, heaving gasps.
As his breathing grew more regular, the only sound in the room was the patter of rain against the window and the occasional sound of lips parting as we gently kissed. We lay there for a long while, our limbs entwined, not saying anything, but each of us fully awake, enjoying the presence of the other. As we lay there, our fingers explored each other’s bodies. Finally, my fingers settled in on his cock and balls, and his fingers found mine. The silence of the room was now punctuated by the occasional gasp as we found particularly sensitive spots on each other and then revisited them.
Finally, Nick looked at me and said, “Are you hungry? I’ll cook for you.”
“That would be great, Nick. What do you want to cook?” I asked this while doing a mental inventory of my kitchen.
“I make great pancakes. Do you want some?”
“I’d love some.”
He smiled, then slid out of bed, heading for the kitchen. I watched his perfect naked body as he walked away from me.
I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then headed for the kitchen. I found him in there, totally nude except for the apron he was wearing. This had the effect of his front being covered, but his back was fully exposed. Also, when he bent over to get a mixing bowl, I had a perfect shot of his amazing nutsack as it hung below his legs. It suddenly occurred to me that he had nothing to wear here except his dirty (and wicked sexy) baseball uniform.
I walked up behind him and cupped his ass cheeks, leaned forward and kissed him on the nape of his neck.
“You don’t have any clothes here.”
He grinned. “I know. I don’t have much use for them right now.”
I reached around to the front of his body under the apron and grabbed his cock. Immediately it began to harden. “I guess you don’t. I do like the apron look, though.” I kissed him on the nape of his neck while I cupped his firm ass cheek.
“Pour some juice,” he said. I did, as he mixed away. He got into the mixing, and I could faintly make out his cock bouncing under the apron as his well-defined muscles did a dance under his skin. Finally, it came time to cook the pancakes, and I set the table. When he was done cooking, he took off the apron, and carried the pancakes over to the table, his raging, veiny hard-on pointing the way. He put the plate on the edge of the table, then leaned out across the table to reach the syrup (which was quite close by). The effect of his leaning, however, was to place his nuts square on top of my stack of pancakes. Somehow, this strange sight was about the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. “I’ve never had pancakes with nuts before,” I said. “But I think it is something I really want to try.”
He looked at me, a naughty smile playing across his lips. He began to pour the syrup on the pancakes, but he did so over his cock, the sticky syrup running down his shaft, across his balls and onto the pancakes.
After a good amount of syrup was on the cakes he looked surprised and said, “Oops. How will I clean up?”
“You worked so hard cooking,” I said, “I should take care of clean up. I began to lick his shaft. The sticky syrup was in his pubes and all over his balls. It took quite awhile to clean him up, and I had a feeling I was about to get a saltier syrup on my pancakes if I didn’t stop, so I stopped and he sat down. We ate, smiling, our eyes never leaving each other our legs gently rubbing. When we’d finished, I cleaned up the kitchen while Nick went to the bathroom to finish washing the syrup off his cock.
“Let’s watch a movie,” I suggested. Nick agreed and we picked one out that he hadn’t seen before. I grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat in my lazy boy recliner. Nick looked disappointed that there was no room for him until I had him sit on my lap. When he sat down, my cock nestled perfectly between his ass cheeks. I turned him a little, throwing his legs over the arm of the chair and had him lean back into me, cuddling. We started the movie.
About 2 minutes in to the movie, my hands began to roam his body. Finally, I settled on his stiff member. I traced it lightly up and down his shaft before finally concentrating on his cockhead and his glans. He sighed in pleasure, his interest in the movie becoming less and his interest in my touch growing. I added a bit of lotion to my fingers to make them slide easily over his cock’s skin.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“Good. Then that’s all I have to do during this movie.”
“Sounds good to me,” he purred.
I kept lightly going on his cockhead and glans. Soon, Nick was squirming. “Can you go a little faster, or a little harder?”
“No. You told me you liked it this way.”
“I do. It feels really really good. But could you get the rest of the shaft? Please?”
“No. You had a fast orgasm today already. Time for a slow one. Really slow.”
“Please?”
I took my fingers away, let ten seconds tick by on my watch, and then gently put my fingers back on his cockhead. “Begging will make it go slower. Remember, you said ‘anything I want.’ I want this to be agonizingly pleasurable for you. And no using your own hand.”
I went back to work. Nick began to squirm and writhe in frustration under my touch. Still, I would not give him relief. Finally I asked, “have you been paying attention to the movie?”
“Yea…kind of” he said in a strained voice.
“Good. I’m going to ask you a question. If you get it right, I’ll stroke your cock hard for 30 seconds. If not…well…we’ll take a break for 30 seconds and have a new rule in our game today.”
“Game?”
“’Frustration: The Orgasm Movie Trivia Game.’ If you answer questions right, you have a chance at having an orgasm. If not…well…you won’t get to have one.”
“Fuck. Then ask a question!”
“What’s this guy’s name?”
“I don’t know. That’s not fair. How can I pay attention? All I’ve been working on is cumming!”
“His name is Michael, and he’s the hero’s brother.” I took my fingers off his cock and checked my watch. “Now for the new rule. You have to ask permission before you have an orgasm. When you ask permission, you have to time it just right so I can ask a question about this movie and you can answer it. If you’re right, I’ll stroke your cock hard for 30 seconds. You can cum during this time. If you don’t cum, I’ll stop for 1 minute for you to calm down and we’ll start again. If you get it wrong, then I just plain stop for 30 seconds and start again.” I checked my watch, then put my fingers back on his cock.
“Sounds like a fun game, but can we play later and I’ll cum now. I’m so close but so far away.”
“That’s why it is fun. And no. We’re playing now. ‘Anything I want.’ Now, pay attention to the movie. The correct answers are all there.”
I could tell it was a nearly impossible task for Nick. My touch was so light and paying attention to the movie took his attention from his cockhead, but the light fingering there brought his attention back from the movie. I loved watching his beautiful eyes flick back and forth from the movie to my fingers on his precum slicked cockhead. Soon, he was wriggling in frustration, emitting little squeaks and groans.
“May I please cum?” he finally asked.
I asked a question. He knew the answer. I checked my watch, then began to pump his cock vigorously. Nick began to moan in pleasure, humping my hand as my strokes were fast, even and hard. I checked my watch again, found that 30 seconds had slipped by and let go of his cock. His body was in a little arch off mine, and he humped the air futilely seeking the friction that he so desperately needed to go over the edge.
He sank back down in the chair, leaned back against me, breathing hard. His cock was covered in precum. Finally, after a minute, my fingers again went to work on his head. Slowly, gently I worked him closer and closer to the edge. Again, he asked permission. This time, he got the question wrong and actually swore in frustration as I let go of his cock. Reflexively, his right hand moved toward his cock.
“No, Nick, you can’t do that. That’s a rule violation that is punishable by 5 minutes with no touch at all.”
He moved his hand back. I went back to work on his cock. Again, he asked permission. Again, he got the question wrong. He closed his eyes hard in frustration, raised his right hand, moved it quivering toward his cock. Finally, he took a deep breath, got control of himself and put his hand back.
He asked permission again a few minutes later, and got the question right. I began to pump, hard, fast, quick. He groaned a groan unlike any other he’d ever emitted, then came. The first shot rocketed up over his head hitting both of us in our faces. Spurt after spurt of his creamy boy cream shot forth from his cock. Finally, he relaxed, whispering about how much he enjoyed playing “Frustration.” I was amazed at the sheer volume of cum that he’d fired. It had to be about a Dixie cup full, sliding, dripping down his body and our faces.
“You know what?” he asked kissing some cum off my face while I returned the favor. “I’m going to invent a version of ‘Frustration’ for you.
“I can’t wait,” I said. “But I’ll tell you one thing: I’m pretty frustrated now. I’ve been here feeling your magnificent ass rub my cock and I have yet to,” I drug my fingers through the jizz on his body, brought them to my mouth, then his sharing the treat, “cum. Help me out.”
“Gladly,” he replied, his most creative, naughty smile on his face.
As always, it is fiction.
* * * * * * * * *
Part VII
Nick kissed me quickly on the lips, then pulled his body up. I shifted so that I was leaning back against the headboard. When I’d done that, Nick scooted forward so that his thighs were wedged firmly under my armpits. His fuzzy nutsack hung low and lay on my chest. I could also feel the light fuzz of his leg hair along my sides. His mammoth, magnificent, steel-hard shaft pointed right at my face, a glistening drop of precum running out the tip.
I looked up and could see Nick looking down at me, grinning eagerly like a boy who knew he was about to get a reward for being good. I used my fingers, gently tracing along the length of his cock, wiping off the precum, tasting it. My fingers then went back to work tracing his muscles, his sexy “V” along his waist, his abs, his solid pecs. My hands traced up into his armpits, then back down his sensitive sides causing him to shiver and his cock to quiver. Another drop of precum appeared.
My fingers moved back down toward his navel. I ran my fingers through his downy soft pubic bush, then under his balls. I leaned forward. Nick grabbed his cock, rubbed it around my face, then finally slid it into my waiting mouth.
I was in no mood to play. I went straight to work on his pole with such a ferocious hunger that he gasped. As my tongue worked around his shaft and mushroom-head, Nick’s head fell back and an unearthly groan filled the room telling me that I was now in total control of my boy-stud. I concentrated on his cock, on his pleasure. Nick began to shake, shouting, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna blow my load! I’m gonna shoot my load!” I kept going more and more intensely. Suddenly, Nick grew stiff and still, shouted “FUCK! FUCK! OH GOD! FUCK!” and shot spurt after spurt of his boycream into my hungry mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but he kept filling my mouth with cock and thick cum. Finally, he began to calm down, then collapsed on top of me again, his beard-tuft brushing my shoulder, his breath coming in deep, heaving gasps.
As his breathing grew more regular, the only sound in the room was the patter of rain against the window and the occasional sound of lips parting as we gently kissed. We lay there for a long while, our limbs entwined, not saying anything, but each of us fully awake, enjoying the presence of the other. As we lay there, our fingers explored each other’s bodies. Finally, my fingers settled in on his cock and balls, and his fingers found mine. The silence of the room was now punctuated by the occasional gasp as we found particularly sensitive spots on each other and then revisited them.
Finally, Nick looked at me and said, “Are you hungry? I’ll cook for you.”
“That would be great, Nick. What do you want to cook?” I asked this while doing a mental inventory of my kitchen.
“I make great pancakes. Do you want some?”
“I’d love some.”
He smiled, then slid out of bed, heading for the kitchen. I watched his perfect naked body as he walked away from me.
I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then headed for the kitchen. I found him in there, totally nude except for the apron he was wearing. This had the effect of his front being covered, but his back was fully exposed. Also, when he bent over to get a mixing bowl, I had a perfect shot of his amazing nutsack as it hung below his legs. It suddenly occurred to me that he had nothing to wear here except his dirty (and wicked sexy) baseball uniform.
I walked up behind him and cupped his ass cheeks, leaned forward and kissed him on the nape of his neck.
“You don’t have any clothes here.”
He grinned. “I know. I don’t have much use for them right now.”
I reached around to the front of his body under the apron and grabbed his cock. Immediately it began to harden. “I guess you don’t. I do like the apron look, though.” I kissed him on the nape of his neck while I cupped his firm ass cheek.
“Pour some juice,” he said. I did, as he mixed away. He got into the mixing, and I could faintly make out his cock bouncing under the apron as his well-defined muscles did a dance under his skin. Finally, it came time to cook the pancakes, and I set the table. When he was done cooking, he took off the apron, and carried the pancakes over to the table, his raging, veiny hard-on pointing the way. He put the plate on the edge of the table, then leaned out across the table to reach the syrup (which was quite close by). The effect of his leaning, however, was to place his nuts square on top of my stack of pancakes. Somehow, this strange sight was about the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. “I’ve never had pancakes with nuts before,” I said. “But I think it is something I really want to try.”
He looked at me, a naughty smile playing across his lips. He began to pour the syrup on the pancakes, but he did so over his cock, the sticky syrup running down his shaft, across his balls and onto the pancakes.
After a good amount of syrup was on the cakes he looked surprised and said, “Oops. How will I clean up?”
“You worked so hard cooking,” I said, “I should take care of clean up. I began to lick his shaft. The sticky syrup was in his pubes and all over his balls. It took quite awhile to clean him up, and I had a feeling I was about to get a saltier syrup on my pancakes if I didn’t stop, so I stopped and he sat down. We ate, smiling, our eyes never leaving each other our legs gently rubbing. When we’d finished, I cleaned up the kitchen while Nick went to the bathroom to finish washing the syrup off his cock.
“Let’s watch a movie,” I suggested. Nick agreed and we picked one out that he hadn’t seen before. I grabbed a bottle of lotion and sat in my lazy boy recliner. Nick looked disappointed that there was no room for him until I had him sit on my lap. When he sat down, my cock nestled perfectly between his ass cheeks. I turned him a little, throwing his legs over the arm of the chair and had him lean back into me, cuddling. We started the movie.
About 2 minutes in to the movie, my hands began to roam his body. Finally, I settled on his stiff member. I traced it lightly up and down his shaft before finally concentrating on his cockhead and his glans. He sighed in pleasure, his interest in the movie becoming less and his interest in my touch growing. I added a bit of lotion to my fingers to make them slide easily over his cock’s skin.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“Good. Then that’s all I have to do during this movie.”
“Sounds good to me,” he purred.
I kept lightly going on his cockhead and glans. Soon, Nick was squirming. “Can you go a little faster, or a little harder?”
“No. You told me you liked it this way.”
“I do. It feels really really good. But could you get the rest of the shaft? Please?”
“No. You had a fast orgasm today already. Time for a slow one. Really slow.”
“Please?”
I took my fingers away, let ten seconds tick by on my watch, and then gently put my fingers back on his cockhead. “Begging will make it go slower. Remember, you said ‘anything I want.’ I want this to be agonizingly pleasurable for you. And no using your own hand.”
I went back to work. Nick began to squirm and writhe in frustration under my touch. Still, I would not give him relief. Finally I asked, “have you been paying attention to the movie?”
“Yea…kind of” he said in a strained voice.
“Good. I’m going to ask you a question. If you get it right, I’ll stroke your cock hard for 30 seconds. If not…well…we’ll take a break for 30 seconds and have a new rule in our game today.”
“Game?”
“’Frustration: The Orgasm Movie Trivia Game.’ If you answer questions right, you have a chance at having an orgasm. If not…well…you won’t get to have one.”
“Fuck. Then ask a question!”
“What’s this guy’s name?”
“I don’t know. That’s not fair. How can I pay attention? All I’ve been working on is cumming!”
“His name is Michael, and he’s the hero’s brother.” I took my fingers off his cock and checked my watch. “Now for the new rule. You have to ask permission before you have an orgasm. When you ask permission, you have to time it just right so I can ask a question about this movie and you can answer it. If you’re right, I’ll stroke your cock hard for 30 seconds. You can cum during this time. If you don’t cum, I’ll stop for 1 minute for you to calm down and we’ll start again. If you get it wrong, then I just plain stop for 30 seconds and start again.” I checked my watch, then put my fingers back on his cock.
“Sounds like a fun game, but can we play later and I’ll cum now. I’m so close but so far away.”
“That’s why it is fun. And no. We’re playing now. ‘Anything I want.’ Now, pay attention to the movie. The correct answers are all there.”
I could tell it was a nearly impossible task for Nick. My touch was so light and paying attention to the movie took his attention from his cockhead, but the light fingering there brought his attention back from the movie. I loved watching his beautiful eyes flick back and forth from the movie to my fingers on his precum slicked cockhead. Soon, he was wriggling in frustration, emitting little squeaks and groans.
“May I please cum?” he finally asked.
I asked a question. He knew the answer. I checked my watch, then began to pump his cock vigorously. Nick began to moan in pleasure, humping my hand as my strokes were fast, even and hard. I checked my watch again, found that 30 seconds had slipped by and let go of his cock. His body was in a little arch off mine, and he humped the air futilely seeking the friction that he so desperately needed to go over the edge.
He sank back down in the chair, leaned back against me, breathing hard. His cock was covered in precum. Finally, after a minute, my fingers again went to work on his head. Slowly, gently I worked him closer and closer to the edge. Again, he asked permission. This time, he got the question wrong and actually swore in frustration as I let go of his cock. Reflexively, his right hand moved toward his cock.
“No, Nick, you can’t do that. That’s a rule violation that is punishable by 5 minutes with no touch at all.”
He moved his hand back. I went back to work on his cock. Again, he asked permission. Again, he got the question wrong. He closed his eyes hard in frustration, raised his right hand, moved it quivering toward his cock. Finally, he took a deep breath, got control of himself and put his hand back.
He asked permission again a few minutes later, and got the question right. I began to pump, hard, fast, quick. He groaned a groan unlike any other he’d ever emitted, then came. The first shot rocketed up over his head hitting both of us in our faces. Spurt after spurt of his creamy boy cream shot forth from his cock. Finally, he relaxed, whispering about how much he enjoyed playing “Frustration.” I was amazed at the sheer volume of cum that he’d fired. It had to be about a Dixie cup full, sliding, dripping down his body and our faces.
“You know what?” he asked kissing some cum off my face while I returned the favor. “I’m going to invent a version of ‘Frustration’ for you.
“I can’t wait,” I said. “But I’ll tell you one thing: I’m pretty frustrated now. I’ve been here feeling your magnificent ass rub my cock and I have yet to,” I drug my fingers through the jizz on his body, brought them to my mouth, then his sharing the treat, “cum. Help me out.”
“Gladly,” he replied, his most creative, naughty smile on his face.
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His name is Michael! His name is Michael! I got it right. Now get me off! Ahhhhh! Sweet fucking cum. Thanks. I love this game. Now let's get you off.
harry113
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Thanks xrph, great continuation
Will Nick get his own back ???
Please post soon !!!!
Harry
Will Nick get his own back ???
Please post soon !!!!
Harry
I LOVE it like this... You really feel the feelings growing between the two of them plus, we get a good sexual rump every chapter... The only thing I would speed up, is your updates of the story!!! ;-)
PSCGuy
Porn Star
It takes a special kind of story to make Machiavelli sexy. Bravo!
rEStiNPeaCe
On the Prowl
i need more of it...
Part VIII
This is shorter, but I had to figure a good transition out of the place in the story I was in to get the story going again. Sorry it has taken so long.
As always, this is all fiction. Any resemblance to any person, is coincidental.
* * * * * * *
Part VIII
Nick opened my shorts, unzipped them slowly and pulled them off. Next, he lubed my cock up, and then slowly, carefully, sat down on my shaft. Finally, I had completely penetrated him, and he was sitting on my lap, my cock buried deep inside him. I began to try to hump him but found it to be rather difficult in a recliner.
Nick said, “Stop. This is your ‘Frustration.’ I love feeling you inside me. But you don’t get to move. Just stay still and enjoy.”
My breathing at this point was coming in short little gasps as every tiny movement that Nick made was magnified through my cock. His rhythmic breathing brought slight jolts of pleasure. I loved sitting there, feeling his hot, slippery ass around my cock. Nothing in my life had ever been so erotic. Here I was, the boy of my dreams on my cock, loving having me inside him, and I could feel him in a way that I’d never felt anyone before. My hands began to roam over his body again, my lips found his neck. He leaned back, (doing wonderful things for my cock as his cheeks tightened and my cock slid inside him slightly) and we began to kiss and moan. Our kissing movements were magnified through my cock, also. Jolts of pleasure shot through me. I’d never been so turned on before in my life. Again I tried to hump him. Again he made me stop.
This was a whole new version of “Frustration.” The pleasure was incredible, and the intimacy was otherworldly as I was inside my stud and we were one being. But the progression toward orgasm was slow and torturous.
Incredibly, Nick’s cock was hardening again. I began to caress his body, feel his steel hard muscles beneath his soft skin and lightly fuzzy hair. I grasped his cock again, slowly pumped. Nick began to groan and grind slightly against my hand.
His grinding didn’t really ease my tension, but heightened it. While I was now progressing toward orgasm, it was a slow, torturously pleasurable progress. I could feel that tingle in my cock and stomach, but it was almost a constant, hardly building. Nick began to wriggle again, and I pumped his cock harder and harder.
Slowly I neared orgasm. I could tell Nick was too, as his breath, like mine came in tiny squeaking gasps. Suddenly, Nick lost all control and began to cum. His orgasm was impressive, especially considering the quantity of cum he’d already shot this morning. His first shot went clear up his chest and created a trail down his body. The second shot made a pool in the middle of his abs. The rest settled in around his cock head.
My orgasm, however, was one for the record books. When Nick began to cum, his ass clamped around my cock. Each time he shot his ass muscles milked my cock. After the third shot, I cried out in pleasure and let fly with my orgasm. I fired shot after shot deep inside my boy. I have no way to gauge how much cum there was, but I’d guess we’d have needed at least another Dixie cup. Finally, we calmed down, enjoying the after glow of the lovemaking experience we’d just shared, of the intimacy and togetherness that neither of us had ever experienced before. We kissed, and whispered these feelings to each other. After a few minutes of this, totally sated, my softening cock popped out of his ass.
We sat for awhile, cuddling. Nick finally asked a question I couldn’t wait to answer, “So, when can I fuck you?
This is shorter, but I had to figure a good transition out of the place in the story I was in to get the story going again. Sorry it has taken so long.
As always, this is all fiction. Any resemblance to any person, is coincidental.
* * * * * * *
Part VIII
Nick opened my shorts, unzipped them slowly and pulled them off. Next, he lubed my cock up, and then slowly, carefully, sat down on my shaft. Finally, I had completely penetrated him, and he was sitting on my lap, my cock buried deep inside him. I began to try to hump him but found it to be rather difficult in a recliner.
Nick said, “Stop. This is your ‘Frustration.’ I love feeling you inside me. But you don’t get to move. Just stay still and enjoy.”
My breathing at this point was coming in short little gasps as every tiny movement that Nick made was magnified through my cock. His rhythmic breathing brought slight jolts of pleasure. I loved sitting there, feeling his hot, slippery ass around my cock. Nothing in my life had ever been so erotic. Here I was, the boy of my dreams on my cock, loving having me inside him, and I could feel him in a way that I’d never felt anyone before. My hands began to roam over his body again, my lips found his neck. He leaned back, (doing wonderful things for my cock as his cheeks tightened and my cock slid inside him slightly) and we began to kiss and moan. Our kissing movements were magnified through my cock, also. Jolts of pleasure shot through me. I’d never been so turned on before in my life. Again I tried to hump him. Again he made me stop.
This was a whole new version of “Frustration.” The pleasure was incredible, and the intimacy was otherworldly as I was inside my stud and we were one being. But the progression toward orgasm was slow and torturous.
Incredibly, Nick’s cock was hardening again. I began to caress his body, feel his steel hard muscles beneath his soft skin and lightly fuzzy hair. I grasped his cock again, slowly pumped. Nick began to groan and grind slightly against my hand.
His grinding didn’t really ease my tension, but heightened it. While I was now progressing toward orgasm, it was a slow, torturously pleasurable progress. I could feel that tingle in my cock and stomach, but it was almost a constant, hardly building. Nick began to wriggle again, and I pumped his cock harder and harder.
Slowly I neared orgasm. I could tell Nick was too, as his breath, like mine came in tiny squeaking gasps. Suddenly, Nick lost all control and began to cum. His orgasm was impressive, especially considering the quantity of cum he’d already shot this morning. His first shot went clear up his chest and created a trail down his body. The second shot made a pool in the middle of his abs. The rest settled in around his cock head.
My orgasm, however, was one for the record books. When Nick began to cum, his ass clamped around my cock. Each time he shot his ass muscles milked my cock. After the third shot, I cried out in pleasure and let fly with my orgasm. I fired shot after shot deep inside my boy. I have no way to gauge how much cum there was, but I’d guess we’d have needed at least another Dixie cup. Finally, we calmed down, enjoying the after glow of the lovemaking experience we’d just shared, of the intimacy and togetherness that neither of us had ever experienced before. We kissed, and whispered these feelings to each other. After a few minutes of this, totally sated, my softening cock popped out of his ass.
We sat for awhile, cuddling. Nick finally asked a question I couldn’t wait to answer, “So, when can I fuck you?
harry113
JUB Addict
Whew !!!! What else is there to say??
Thanks xrph, please continue soon !!!
Harry
Thanks xrph, please continue soon !!!
Harry
rEStiNPeaCe
On the Prowl
i think this chapter is rather short, but it is hot enough to make me rock hard...nice work...moving on...
phoenix72
Thisisthe1nodoubt!!
its cool this update was more than enough to satisfy me til the next time.
if i hadnt already gotten release from somewhere else...i might have had to go handle that right now after reading that. seriously intense and nicely written in a compact package.
if i hadnt already gotten release from somewhere else...i might have had to go handle that right now after reading that. seriously intense and nicely written in a compact package.
