harry113
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H O T T Chapter. Thank you xrph.
What is the reward ???
More please
Harry
What is the reward ???
More please
Harry
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Touching Nick
- Thread starter xrph1670
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I was thinking of letting this end here, but have heard from a couple of people they'd like a continuation...so I'm starting work on the next chapter.
Thanks for the comments...they are nice and really make you want to keep writing.
Thanks for the comments...they are nice and really make you want to keep writing.
inthecloset
Porn Star
I really think you should continue. 
dairyking469
JUB Addict
wow totally hot....keep it up!
Part XIV. (You didn't miss part XIII--that is just an unlucky number)
As always this is entirely fiction. I hope you enjoy.
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We lay together a couple more minutes before he said that it was probably time to think about winding up the activities for the evening because I had to go to work tomorrow. It was with some happiness that I broke the news to him that I was now on vacation. He just grinned and kissed me by way of reply. Finally, we stood up.
We walked across the basement toward the stairs, me totally nude, Nick in his black ankle socks. I followed him, and asked him to walk slowly as I was unable to keep my hands off his sexy, smooth body. As I walked behind him, I bumped and ground my body into his, felt him up at every opportunity.
Even walking, he was sexy. Each time he put his foot down, his heel popped back up, his leg muscles coiled springs, ready to snap into action.
As I followed him up the stairs, I reached out and began to rub his ass. At my touch, he stopped completely, allowing my hands to glide and slide over his sexy, smooth skin, delve into his ass crack, (still slick with lube and my load), and then slide forward to gently fondle his amazing, heavy, huge, low-hanging balls. As my hand continued to rove up between his legs, I found his semi-erect cock, and felt it engorging again, growing and pulsing with his pure masculine prowess. Again I stood in wonder at the cock of this 18 year old stud, and his ability to get started so soon after a huge orgasm.
To my surprise and delight, my own cock was responding to the occasion, again growing, an ache deep inside it, telling me that it was well used, yet I still felt deep desire and knew I’d have no problem “playing through the pain.” I’d cum twice already, and Nick only once, but I knew that before this night was over, I’d go at least once or twice more. Nick would want it, and so would I.
After about a minute, I withdrew my hand and Nick took a step up. I reached out and touched his ass again, and again he stopped. Once again I shamelessly fondled his body, this time bringing out from him gasps and moans of pleasure as my hands explored him from his hard, corded muscular shoulders to his lightly fuzzy legs, and back up and around to his now monstrously hard cock with its slick, wet tip.
Another step, another stop. More fondling. More touching, more exploring, pinching licking and tasting. Gently I squeezed his nipples, then his cockhead. Gently I tugged at the silken hair in his armpits, at his thin, wispy treasure trail. Nick leaned forward now, hands on the railings of both sides of the stairs, his legs trembling with the pleasure he was feeling. “You make me feel so good,” he told me. “I’ve never felt so good in my life.”
“That’s because I love you, Nick. You’re the center of my universe. I would do anything to make you happy, to bring you pleasure.”
“You know that I’d do anything for you, too, don’t you?” he asked. “I love you, too.”
“I know.” I stepped up to his step, and he turned his head so that our lips could meet in the longest, deepest, most sensual kiss of my life. Finally, the kiss broke.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s get upstairs.” With that, he took one step and stopped again, his legs a little farther apart than they needed to be, his torso leaning a little farther forward than normal so his magnificent ass stuck out. I accepted his invitation for more naughty touching.
After about 10 minutes we reached the top of the stairs. By this point, Nick was so turned on that he was trembling, and I was so turned on that my cock ached. Nick slowly spun around and faced me, a stream of precum drooling from the tip of his erection down to about his knees. I dropped to my knees, and caught it on the tip of my tongue, then went up to the source where I licked his tip clean. “Your mom might get upset with that kind of mess on the floor,” I said.
His reply was simply a boyish grin as he pressed his cock against my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked him slowly and gently for about five minutes, him at the top of the stairs, me on them. I probably would have finished him off except the storm, growing louder as it grew closer suddenly provided a huge flash of lightning and tremendous clap of thunder. We both jumped, his cock popping out of my mouth, temporarily forgotten in the chaos.
After a few “Holy Shits!” and more than a little jumping around, we went (both of us still rock hard) to look and see if we could see any damage. We peeked out the front window and saw nothing. Then Nick led me out onto the screened-in porch attached to the back of his house. There we could see a tree in my backyard laying broken in the yard. A second huge flash of lightning and clap of thunder and the lights went out. Rain began falling in sheets as the wind kicked up.
We both stood in the wind, naked, allowing the rain-cooled air to swirl around our bodies and our hard cocks. I moved behind Nick, pressing my cock against and into his ass crack, and pulled him close, hugging him into me while kissing him on the nape of his neck, then moving up to nibble on his earlobe before he turned his head to kiss me on the lips. Again, my hands began to explore his hard muscles and smooth skin. I felt his chest, his defined abs, and even drew out giggles from him as my fingers lightly traced the V belt on the front of his torso. Ah yes, Nick was a little ticklish. I didn’t tickle him long as I preferred the reaction I drew from him when my hand began to gently caress his cock.
“Let’s stay out here,” Nick said turning off the now useless light switch. Normally, that would terrify me, as with the lights on we’d be in full view of all the neighbors. With the lights off we’d be invisible, but audible, though I knew no one would be outside in this weather to hear us. With the light switch off, if the power came back on, we’d still have privacy.
“What about the bath?” I asked.
“No electricity, no Jacuzzi. Besides, the weather guy on TV said not to shower or bathe in a storm. Also, why rush? You’re on vacation.”
“Makes sense to me,” I responded. “You think we can find something to do?”
He giggled, and then pulled 2 chairs together so that they faced each other about 2 feet apart. He sat in one, and had me sit in the other. Lightning was flashing almost constantly now, and I could catch glimpses of his masculine perfection. “You really like the socks, don’t you?” he asked, his fuzzy legs rubbing against mine.
“Yeah, I do. I never thought a lot about feet, but those are wicked sexy. Just like you.”
Lightning flashed, and I saw his leg moving, and then felt soft, fuzzy fabric rubbing my balls gently, toes wiggling beneath the fabric. Lightning flashed again, and I saw his other leg moving. Suddenly, I felt my cock surrounded by the soft, fuzzy cottony fabric of his socks. Gently his feet began to rub my cock. I sat stock-still, hands on the arms of the chair, reveling in the light brushing sensations that were coursing through my cock and body while enjoying the flashes in the lightning of his hard cock pointing straight up between his now spread legs.
“Coach?” he meekly asked.
“Yes?” I asked between gasps of pleasure.
“You said I get a reward for passing the test. Do I get to choose the reward?”
Again I gasped, “I suppose you could. What do you want?”
“I want you to prove to me you’re willing to work as hard for me as I am for you.”
“Of course I will. How can I prove that?”
“By cumming for me right now, using only the contact that I’m providing you.”
While it felt incredible, I knew it would be hard to do. He was hardly moving his feet, and there wasn’t too much friction. He was gently getting his “revenge” on me for the teasing I’d put him through. Going on my 3rd orgasm of the night, I knew it would be tough.
I took a deep breath, leaned back in the chair and said, “You’re the most valuable player on my team, if you want that, then that’s what you get.”
I leaned back and braced myself for the experience. Slowly he began to work his feet along the length of my cock, then picked up the pace as he learned what he was doing. I was soon surprised at how he went after it with gusto, and was equally surprised at the dexterity of his toes. Slowly, gently, I began to hump into his black-socked feet. I worked harder and harder, and he kept rubbing gently, almost tenderly, watching me intently in the lightning flashes. Surprisingly soon, I felt my orgasm building in my body. Like I said before, I was never much of a foot guy, but these skin tight, soft socks on his incredible masculine body flashing in and out of view tied to the memories of earlier tonight, made for the most erotic jack-off of my life. Soon I was trembling, and then shouting in pleasure as my orgasm erupted from my cock and splattered across my chest and stomach and across his feet. His nimble toes went up to my cockhead, rubbing it intensely, causing me to tremble and quiver in ecstasy.
Finally, he took his feet down, and moved to my chest, licking up my mess and then cleaning off my softening cock. Soon, he was just sucking on the head, his tongue making lazy circles around its crown until my cock was aching again with hardness. At that, he sat down in my lap, and we kissed deeply, my arms wrapped around him. “I feel so safe in your arms,” he told me. “I never want to be away from you.”
After a few minutes, my hands found his cock and began rubbing gently, bringing him close to orgasm. Before he got there, though, he pushed my hand away. And so we continued, me bringing him to the edge, him stopping me, for what seemed like hours. At some point, the storm drifted away and the lights kicked back on. Finally, he said, “Time for me to shower.”
He stood up, took me by the hand and led me upstairs to his parents’ bedroom. It was absolutely huge. At the center of it, between 2 windows was a king-sized 4 poster bed. The bedspread had been pulled off, and there were what looked like clean satin sheets on the bed along with a couple of extra pillows. On the bedside table there was a large bottle of strawberry flavored lube, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a can of whipped cream. There was also a deck of cards, a trivial pursuit game and a shoebox. I raised an eyebrow, and then looked at Nick. He looked at his cum-stained black socks, and then looked back up grinning sheepishly.
“Well,” I said, “It looks like someone has another fantasy to live out.”
He walked over to the foot of bed, and grabbed a rope with a leather cuff on the end of it that was hanging from one of the posts. As he held it out, I quickly scanned and saw matching ropes at each corner. He looked at me and said, “I have a riddle for you. What’s tied to a 4-poster bed and screams?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
He smiled, “Me after my shower and bath.” With that, he grabbed my cock and led me into the bathroom.
The bathroom was equally huge as the bedroom. It had both a shower and a tub. The tub was already full of water being circulated by a pump. Nick lit 3 candles at the side of the tub, and dropped a few rose petals in. Then he turned his (and my) attention to the shower.
The shower had a clear glass door and clear walls. Nick sexily bent over, pulled off his cum-stained socks, and stepped into the shower, turning it on. I moved to follow him, but he just shook his head, indicating a chair facing the shower and closing the door behind him. I sat in the chair and watched as he grabbed a bottle of body wash and a body sponge, and began to rub it onto his wet body. After he was wet and soapy, he carefully stood so that the water wouldn’t rinse him right away. He saw me begin to rub my cock while watching and gently shook his head. It took some effort to stop.
He drew the sponge all over himself, bending and stretching, coating himself with suds, his body slick, wet, and shiny. Slowly he worked, staring into my eyes and watching my reaction while raising one arm, flexing and washing it and his armpit, then repeating the process with the other. Occasionally, he’d step into the stream of water for a second just to keep himself wet, but never so much that he rinsed off completely. I leaned forward to study him more closely as he washed and flexed every set of muscles he had for me, saw the rivulets of water running down his torso, and enjoyed seeing it caught up in the fuzzy hair of his happy trail, the beautiful thin hair of his legs. I wanted so much to touch him. Involuntarily, I reached out, hitting the glass with my hands.
Nick, for his part, noticed this, grinned and redoubled his efforts at putting on a sexy show. He turned around, displayed his perfect ass, bent forward to wash his lower ankles and pressed his perfect, pert cheeks against the glass as his hands traveled the length of his legs, bubbles hanging off the thin, wispy hair of his heavy-hanging nutsack. He stood up and moved about 6 inches from the glass, then bent forward and began to wash the length of his ass crack. Carefully and thoroughly he washed his crack from top to bottom, his fingers paying special attention to (and even sliding into) his pink hole. He stood, and turned around again, now facing the glass, and kept working his fingers into his ass. As he did this, he pressed his body against the clear glass wall of the shower so that his enormously hard cock pressed against it. I put my hand out to touch it, but felt only cold, hard glass. Oh, how this boy could tease.
Finally, he leaned back into the spray, his cock pointing straight at the ceiling, and he wet his hair down. Next he grabbed some shampoo, worked it through his hair, and then stood under the stream of water rinsing himself completely. I just watched in awe as this perfect specimen of manhood finished his shower. When done, he didn’t turn off the water, but instead invited me in to join him.
Eagerly, I stepped in, reaching to touch the body that had been so tantalizing to me, a starving man looking at food. Instead he just gently pushed my hand away and, quietly clicking his tongue and shaking his head said, “No. Not yet. You’ll get to touch me however you want in a bit. For now, though, I get to touch you.” He guided me over under the water, his cock brushing my stomach, turned me around, and let its tip drag along my waist as I turned.
Slowly, gently, he began to wash me. His touch was electric, his hands with their bony fingers firm. He used his hands and arms to rub my soapy chest, and used his chest to scrub my soapy back. He worked his fingers into my ass crack and hole, and then continued washing in the crack using the head of his cock. Our gasps of pleasure could be heard over the streaming water. No matter what he did, though, he did not touch my cock or balls. They just stood there quivering with each beat of my heart. Finally, after washing my hair, he reached down and washed my cock. First he moved his hand slowly, then faster and faster pumping hard, squeezing harder. He scrubbed it for a minute or two, me leaning back against him, him supporting me because my legs were of no use to me as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. Suddenly, he stopped, leaving me in a confused stupor as he rinsed us off and turned off the water.
He opened the shower door, and guided me by my cock to the tub. There he poured some scented oil into the water, added a capful of bubble bath, and flipped a switch causing bubbles to start. He climbed into the tub, and then had me follow him, leaning back against his strong chest, his powerful, muscular, smooth arms tenderly hugging me closer to his chest as I turned my head so we could kiss while hot bubbly water slithered around us.
Suddenly, it hit me. I felt safe and secure in his arms like he felt in mine. I really was in love with this teen man. I told him. We lay in the tub for a long time, his hands gently working my cock, keeping me keenly ready for sex, but not giving me enough to go over the top. The whole time I could feel his hardness pressing into my back.
Finally he said, “I think we’re both clean, and I think you’ve had enough rest.”
We stood up, and he grabbed the softest, fluffiest towel I’d ever seen, and tenderly dried me, gently touching me everywhere. Next I took a towel, and returned the favor.
He looked at me, kissed me and smiled. “Thanks for indulging me. Now I want you to be in charge.”
As always this is entirely fiction. I hope you enjoy.
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We lay together a couple more minutes before he said that it was probably time to think about winding up the activities for the evening because I had to go to work tomorrow. It was with some happiness that I broke the news to him that I was now on vacation. He just grinned and kissed me by way of reply. Finally, we stood up.
We walked across the basement toward the stairs, me totally nude, Nick in his black ankle socks. I followed him, and asked him to walk slowly as I was unable to keep my hands off his sexy, smooth body. As I walked behind him, I bumped and ground my body into his, felt him up at every opportunity.
Even walking, he was sexy. Each time he put his foot down, his heel popped back up, his leg muscles coiled springs, ready to snap into action.
As I followed him up the stairs, I reached out and began to rub his ass. At my touch, he stopped completely, allowing my hands to glide and slide over his sexy, smooth skin, delve into his ass crack, (still slick with lube and my load), and then slide forward to gently fondle his amazing, heavy, huge, low-hanging balls. As my hand continued to rove up between his legs, I found his semi-erect cock, and felt it engorging again, growing and pulsing with his pure masculine prowess. Again I stood in wonder at the cock of this 18 year old stud, and his ability to get started so soon after a huge orgasm.
To my surprise and delight, my own cock was responding to the occasion, again growing, an ache deep inside it, telling me that it was well used, yet I still felt deep desire and knew I’d have no problem “playing through the pain.” I’d cum twice already, and Nick only once, but I knew that before this night was over, I’d go at least once or twice more. Nick would want it, and so would I.
After about a minute, I withdrew my hand and Nick took a step up. I reached out and touched his ass again, and again he stopped. Once again I shamelessly fondled his body, this time bringing out from him gasps and moans of pleasure as my hands explored him from his hard, corded muscular shoulders to his lightly fuzzy legs, and back up and around to his now monstrously hard cock with its slick, wet tip.
Another step, another stop. More fondling. More touching, more exploring, pinching licking and tasting. Gently I squeezed his nipples, then his cockhead. Gently I tugged at the silken hair in his armpits, at his thin, wispy treasure trail. Nick leaned forward now, hands on the railings of both sides of the stairs, his legs trembling with the pleasure he was feeling. “You make me feel so good,” he told me. “I’ve never felt so good in my life.”
“That’s because I love you, Nick. You’re the center of my universe. I would do anything to make you happy, to bring you pleasure.”
“You know that I’d do anything for you, too, don’t you?” he asked. “I love you, too.”
“I know.” I stepped up to his step, and he turned his head so that our lips could meet in the longest, deepest, most sensual kiss of my life. Finally, the kiss broke.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s get upstairs.” With that, he took one step and stopped again, his legs a little farther apart than they needed to be, his torso leaning a little farther forward than normal so his magnificent ass stuck out. I accepted his invitation for more naughty touching.
After about 10 minutes we reached the top of the stairs. By this point, Nick was so turned on that he was trembling, and I was so turned on that my cock ached. Nick slowly spun around and faced me, a stream of precum drooling from the tip of his erection down to about his knees. I dropped to my knees, and caught it on the tip of my tongue, then went up to the source where I licked his tip clean. “Your mom might get upset with that kind of mess on the floor,” I said.
His reply was simply a boyish grin as he pressed his cock against my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked him slowly and gently for about five minutes, him at the top of the stairs, me on them. I probably would have finished him off except the storm, growing louder as it grew closer suddenly provided a huge flash of lightning and tremendous clap of thunder. We both jumped, his cock popping out of my mouth, temporarily forgotten in the chaos.
After a few “Holy Shits!” and more than a little jumping around, we went (both of us still rock hard) to look and see if we could see any damage. We peeked out the front window and saw nothing. Then Nick led me out onto the screened-in porch attached to the back of his house. There we could see a tree in my backyard laying broken in the yard. A second huge flash of lightning and clap of thunder and the lights went out. Rain began falling in sheets as the wind kicked up.
We both stood in the wind, naked, allowing the rain-cooled air to swirl around our bodies and our hard cocks. I moved behind Nick, pressing my cock against and into his ass crack, and pulled him close, hugging him into me while kissing him on the nape of his neck, then moving up to nibble on his earlobe before he turned his head to kiss me on the lips. Again, my hands began to explore his hard muscles and smooth skin. I felt his chest, his defined abs, and even drew out giggles from him as my fingers lightly traced the V belt on the front of his torso. Ah yes, Nick was a little ticklish. I didn’t tickle him long as I preferred the reaction I drew from him when my hand began to gently caress his cock.
“Let’s stay out here,” Nick said turning off the now useless light switch. Normally, that would terrify me, as with the lights on we’d be in full view of all the neighbors. With the lights off we’d be invisible, but audible, though I knew no one would be outside in this weather to hear us. With the light switch off, if the power came back on, we’d still have privacy.
“What about the bath?” I asked.
“No electricity, no Jacuzzi. Besides, the weather guy on TV said not to shower or bathe in a storm. Also, why rush? You’re on vacation.”
“Makes sense to me,” I responded. “You think we can find something to do?”
He giggled, and then pulled 2 chairs together so that they faced each other about 2 feet apart. He sat in one, and had me sit in the other. Lightning was flashing almost constantly now, and I could catch glimpses of his masculine perfection. “You really like the socks, don’t you?” he asked, his fuzzy legs rubbing against mine.
“Yeah, I do. I never thought a lot about feet, but those are wicked sexy. Just like you.”
Lightning flashed, and I saw his leg moving, and then felt soft, fuzzy fabric rubbing my balls gently, toes wiggling beneath the fabric. Lightning flashed again, and I saw his other leg moving. Suddenly, I felt my cock surrounded by the soft, fuzzy cottony fabric of his socks. Gently his feet began to rub my cock. I sat stock-still, hands on the arms of the chair, reveling in the light brushing sensations that were coursing through my cock and body while enjoying the flashes in the lightning of his hard cock pointing straight up between his now spread legs.
“Coach?” he meekly asked.
“Yes?” I asked between gasps of pleasure.
“You said I get a reward for passing the test. Do I get to choose the reward?”
Again I gasped, “I suppose you could. What do you want?”
“I want you to prove to me you’re willing to work as hard for me as I am for you.”
“Of course I will. How can I prove that?”
“By cumming for me right now, using only the contact that I’m providing you.”
While it felt incredible, I knew it would be hard to do. He was hardly moving his feet, and there wasn’t too much friction. He was gently getting his “revenge” on me for the teasing I’d put him through. Going on my 3rd orgasm of the night, I knew it would be tough.
I took a deep breath, leaned back in the chair and said, “You’re the most valuable player on my team, if you want that, then that’s what you get.”
I leaned back and braced myself for the experience. Slowly he began to work his feet along the length of my cock, then picked up the pace as he learned what he was doing. I was soon surprised at how he went after it with gusto, and was equally surprised at the dexterity of his toes. Slowly, gently, I began to hump into his black-socked feet. I worked harder and harder, and he kept rubbing gently, almost tenderly, watching me intently in the lightning flashes. Surprisingly soon, I felt my orgasm building in my body. Like I said before, I was never much of a foot guy, but these skin tight, soft socks on his incredible masculine body flashing in and out of view tied to the memories of earlier tonight, made for the most erotic jack-off of my life. Soon I was trembling, and then shouting in pleasure as my orgasm erupted from my cock and splattered across my chest and stomach and across his feet. His nimble toes went up to my cockhead, rubbing it intensely, causing me to tremble and quiver in ecstasy.
Finally, he took his feet down, and moved to my chest, licking up my mess and then cleaning off my softening cock. Soon, he was just sucking on the head, his tongue making lazy circles around its crown until my cock was aching again with hardness. At that, he sat down in my lap, and we kissed deeply, my arms wrapped around him. “I feel so safe in your arms,” he told me. “I never want to be away from you.”
After a few minutes, my hands found his cock and began rubbing gently, bringing him close to orgasm. Before he got there, though, he pushed my hand away. And so we continued, me bringing him to the edge, him stopping me, for what seemed like hours. At some point, the storm drifted away and the lights kicked back on. Finally, he said, “Time for me to shower.”
He stood up, took me by the hand and led me upstairs to his parents’ bedroom. It was absolutely huge. At the center of it, between 2 windows was a king-sized 4 poster bed. The bedspread had been pulled off, and there were what looked like clean satin sheets on the bed along with a couple of extra pillows. On the bedside table there was a large bottle of strawberry flavored lube, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a can of whipped cream. There was also a deck of cards, a trivial pursuit game and a shoebox. I raised an eyebrow, and then looked at Nick. He looked at his cum-stained black socks, and then looked back up grinning sheepishly.
“Well,” I said, “It looks like someone has another fantasy to live out.”
He walked over to the foot of bed, and grabbed a rope with a leather cuff on the end of it that was hanging from one of the posts. As he held it out, I quickly scanned and saw matching ropes at each corner. He looked at me and said, “I have a riddle for you. What’s tied to a 4-poster bed and screams?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
He smiled, “Me after my shower and bath.” With that, he grabbed my cock and led me into the bathroom.
The bathroom was equally huge as the bedroom. It had both a shower and a tub. The tub was already full of water being circulated by a pump. Nick lit 3 candles at the side of the tub, and dropped a few rose petals in. Then he turned his (and my) attention to the shower.
The shower had a clear glass door and clear walls. Nick sexily bent over, pulled off his cum-stained socks, and stepped into the shower, turning it on. I moved to follow him, but he just shook his head, indicating a chair facing the shower and closing the door behind him. I sat in the chair and watched as he grabbed a bottle of body wash and a body sponge, and began to rub it onto his wet body. After he was wet and soapy, he carefully stood so that the water wouldn’t rinse him right away. He saw me begin to rub my cock while watching and gently shook his head. It took some effort to stop.
He drew the sponge all over himself, bending and stretching, coating himself with suds, his body slick, wet, and shiny. Slowly he worked, staring into my eyes and watching my reaction while raising one arm, flexing and washing it and his armpit, then repeating the process with the other. Occasionally, he’d step into the stream of water for a second just to keep himself wet, but never so much that he rinsed off completely. I leaned forward to study him more closely as he washed and flexed every set of muscles he had for me, saw the rivulets of water running down his torso, and enjoyed seeing it caught up in the fuzzy hair of his happy trail, the beautiful thin hair of his legs. I wanted so much to touch him. Involuntarily, I reached out, hitting the glass with my hands.
Nick, for his part, noticed this, grinned and redoubled his efforts at putting on a sexy show. He turned around, displayed his perfect ass, bent forward to wash his lower ankles and pressed his perfect, pert cheeks against the glass as his hands traveled the length of his legs, bubbles hanging off the thin, wispy hair of his heavy-hanging nutsack. He stood up and moved about 6 inches from the glass, then bent forward and began to wash the length of his ass crack. Carefully and thoroughly he washed his crack from top to bottom, his fingers paying special attention to (and even sliding into) his pink hole. He stood, and turned around again, now facing the glass, and kept working his fingers into his ass. As he did this, he pressed his body against the clear glass wall of the shower so that his enormously hard cock pressed against it. I put my hand out to touch it, but felt only cold, hard glass. Oh, how this boy could tease.
Finally, he leaned back into the spray, his cock pointing straight at the ceiling, and he wet his hair down. Next he grabbed some shampoo, worked it through his hair, and then stood under the stream of water rinsing himself completely. I just watched in awe as this perfect specimen of manhood finished his shower. When done, he didn’t turn off the water, but instead invited me in to join him.
Eagerly, I stepped in, reaching to touch the body that had been so tantalizing to me, a starving man looking at food. Instead he just gently pushed my hand away and, quietly clicking his tongue and shaking his head said, “No. Not yet. You’ll get to touch me however you want in a bit. For now, though, I get to touch you.” He guided me over under the water, his cock brushing my stomach, turned me around, and let its tip drag along my waist as I turned.
Slowly, gently, he began to wash me. His touch was electric, his hands with their bony fingers firm. He used his hands and arms to rub my soapy chest, and used his chest to scrub my soapy back. He worked his fingers into my ass crack and hole, and then continued washing in the crack using the head of his cock. Our gasps of pleasure could be heard over the streaming water. No matter what he did, though, he did not touch my cock or balls. They just stood there quivering with each beat of my heart. Finally, after washing my hair, he reached down and washed my cock. First he moved his hand slowly, then faster and faster pumping hard, squeezing harder. He scrubbed it for a minute or two, me leaning back against him, him supporting me because my legs were of no use to me as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. Suddenly, he stopped, leaving me in a confused stupor as he rinsed us off and turned off the water.
He opened the shower door, and guided me by my cock to the tub. There he poured some scented oil into the water, added a capful of bubble bath, and flipped a switch causing bubbles to start. He climbed into the tub, and then had me follow him, leaning back against his strong chest, his powerful, muscular, smooth arms tenderly hugging me closer to his chest as I turned my head so we could kiss while hot bubbly water slithered around us.
Suddenly, it hit me. I felt safe and secure in his arms like he felt in mine. I really was in love with this teen man. I told him. We lay in the tub for a long time, his hands gently working my cock, keeping me keenly ready for sex, but not giving me enough to go over the top. The whole time I could feel his hardness pressing into my back.
Finally he said, “I think we’re both clean, and I think you’ve had enough rest.”
We stood up, and he grabbed the softest, fluffiest towel I’d ever seen, and tenderly dried me, gently touching me everywhere. Next I took a towel, and returned the favor.
He looked at me, kissed me and smiled. “Thanks for indulging me. Now I want you to be in charge.”
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You are an *amazing* writer!
I still go nuts when I read this story --- all three times!
Please do continue in the future!
I still go nuts when I read this story --- all three times!
Please do continue in the future!
inthecloset
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I really liked this chapter. Keep writing man, this is good stuff.
harry113
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What a great chapter. Thanks.
Please continue
Harry
Please continue
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Swallowmysperm
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no that would not be cool lmao
Part XV (I think). Part of what happens here was inspired by a topic on a different discussion board on JUB. All of this is fiction.
Sorry it took so long. Hopefully, you like the update.
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Part XV
Nick’s show had turned me on so much that my cock was drooling. Now, with a nervous anticipation of the fun we were about to have, I grabbed Nick’s stone-hard member and pulled him across the room toward the bed. I had him crawl up on it, his ass higher than his shoulders, his balls hanging low, and then roll over to lay down on his back spread eagle. I paused, taking in his beauty. I loved how his thick 8 inch cock stood up from his wispy pubic bush, pointing up toward his head. It was a veiny steel rod, oozing his teen precum. I ran my fingers over his taught, smooth torso, hardly able to contain myself, my own cock so swollen now that it ached. Nick’s cock began to dance as he spasmed involuntarily at my touch. Up and down his body my hands traveled, touching every part of him except his amazingly hard, drooling penis. I took probably 10 minutes to slowly, gently work him to a frenzy.
“What do you want, Nick?” I asked.
“I want to be teased so that I go insane. I want to beg, and plead and have you ignore me. All my life I’ve been the popular kid who gets his way. Make me earn it tonight. Make me beg and plead.”
“I’ll do it. I’ll ignore everything you say. But first, give me a word that if you say it, the game stops.”
He did.
“Good. Now, are you ready to be teased out of your mind?”
He bit his lip and nodded.
“Excellent.” I checked the clock next to the bed. “Nick, it’s 10:25 pm now. If you plan to get off tonight, you have to earn it before 1:00. After that, we stop for the night and you just have blue balls. Also, you won’t be given the chance to have an orgasm again until at least 5:00 tomorrow afternoon.”
He nodded. “I want to try something different tonight, Nick. Get up on your hands and knees.” He did. I took a moment now to run my fingers over his muscular back, to feel his triceps in his arms as they flexed to steel. I ran a finger down the smooth crack of his ass, lightly rubbing that sensitive spot just behind his ball sack. I had him spread his legs apart just a little more. Slowly, gently, I worked my tongue into his ass, savoring the low moaning hiss that escaped his lips. My hands continued to roam over his body, pinching his nipples, touching him everywhere. My tongue gently lapped at his exposed, open hole, causing him to flinch in pleasure. My fingers found his low hanging ball sack, and gently I stroked that, but I still would not touch his cock. By now, the tip of his massive shaft was connected to the sheets by a single strand of clear fluid.
“How does this feel, Nick?” I asked.
“Amazing. But…”
“But what?”
“But please, could you please touch my cock?”
“Nick, I don’t want to hear dirty words like that. Please use proper terminology. There is no chance I’ll even respond to a filthy mouth like that.”
Nick, who’d been lost in a haze of frustrated pleasure tensed for a moment as he processed tonight’s new rule.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just that I’m so excited. Would you please touch my penis?” I moved my hand down his tight stomach, and allowed my fingers to brush against the very base of his manhood as they caressed his silky, wispy pubic bush.
“That’s better, but I think you should be more specific in your vocabulary.”
“Please touch my…boner?”
“Nick, this isn’t the kind of word I had in mind at all. I’m going to go downstairs for a few minutes, then I’ll be back. Don’t move, and don’t touch your…yourself. I hope you have the word when I get back.”
I went down to the basement, to the bar, and grabbed a Martini glass. I had an idea, and I really wanted to see it play out. Next, I cleaned up a little in the basement, making it less obvious as to what happened. Finally, I grabbed my clothes and headed back upstairs to find Nick in exactly the position I’d left him.
“Have you thought of the word yet?”
“Please touch my erection?”
“Very good, Nick.”
I grabbed the lube, and put some on the tips of my forefinger and thumb. Then, I began to lightly rub just the head of his cock. Nick gasped and spasmed with pleasure. After about a minute, I just held his veiny, hard shaft, and firmly rubbed my thumb across the slick head. I kept going for a couple of minutes, causing him eventually to quiver, shake, and moan. (If you’ve never done this, and have a bottle of lube handy, give it a try. You probably won’t make 30 seconds without stopping. So you can imagine what it was like for Nick as I started the second minute.) As I kept going, Nick began humping his hips trying to get away while emitting a high pitched squeal.
“Please, please stop! I can’t take it!” he shouted. I did.
“Nick, if I don’t touch your cock, you’ll never cum,” I said like a parent being patient with a child.
His only response to my statement was his heavy breathing as he tried to catch his breath and a new streamer of goo that oozed forth from the tip of his cock.
I paused, broke character. “You know, Nick, I’m kind of tired. I think I’ll just do you fast tonight and we’ll go slow tomorrow. Would that be okay?”
He nodded. I grabbed the lube and coated his meaty cock with the clear liquid.
“Let me know before you cum, though, so I can catch your load. I wouldn’t want to let it go to waste.”
Again he nodded as my fist began to pump, twisting around the shaft and head, milking him for all he was worth. Soon I’d established a rhythm and he fell into it, his hips pumping in time with my fist, his cock head flaring as pleasure took over his body. It had been an erotic evening, and he had teased himself for quite awhile, so he was soon ready. “I’m about to cum!” he called out.
I at this, I let go of his dick, and watched his hips humping the air. A panicked, confused look crossed Nick’s face. Before he could ask, I answered.
“Just kidding. Well, not entirely. I do want to catch your load. But I’m not going to go fast tonight. Plus, you said another naughty word. What should you have said?”
Nick was so confused with pleasure denied that it took about 5 seconds for my question to settle in. “I’m about to orgasm?”
“That’s one acceptable phrase. What’s another?”
He paused, thinking, his concentration moving him away from animal lust to higher order thinking, pulling him unwittingly farther and farther from orgasm. “I’m about to ejaculate?”
“Very good. Remember, like always, you must ask permission before ejaculating. Is that clear?”
He nodded.
“Good. Now lie down and snuggle with me. We’ll start your milking properly in a few minutes.” I grabbed the remote and turned on Sports Center while Nick lay back against me being the front “spoon.” Occasionally during the show I’d snake my fingers around his cockhead and gently rub and squeeze. I did it just enough to keep him hard while distracting him with conversation about the sports we were watching.
Finally, I was so horny, I needed relief. I had him get back up on his hands and knees, this time with his ass facing the head of the bed in a 69 position. “Nick, I’d like you to bring me to orgasm using your mouth, but don’t have an orgasm yourself.” I took his cock into my mouth, and gasped in pleasure as his mouth wrapped around me. Soon, he’d established a strong rhythm that was bringing me to the edge. I matched his motions, and he began to squirm, trying to contain the orgasm that was building inside him.
I knew he was getting close, and I also knew that I was. I didn’t want him to cum, yet. So instead, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and teasingly rub against my lips and nose while he finished me off. As I ejaculated what felt like a gallon of jizz into his mouth, his cock emitted another streamer of precum that coated my face.
After he’d thoroughly cleaned my cockhead, Nick turned around and looked at me.
“Hands and knees,” I said.
Nick Straddled me so that his knees were on my right side, and his hands were on my left. His torso and cock were directly above me. I reached up, and began to gently pump his cock. I looked at the clock. “Nick, it’s 12:30, you’d better hurry. I established an inconsistent, lazy rhythm and let my fingers just graze the skin of his penis. Slowly at first, then more wildly, he began to hump his hips, struggling for more friction.
“Please, please, grip just a little tighter. Please!” came his pleading voice.
I refused. “Nick, you have to earn it. There is no guarantee. If you want it bad enough, you’ll make it happen.” I stopped moving my hand all together; leaving the little contact he got up to him. He humped my loose fingers with all he had. Suddenly he called out, “May I please ejaculate?!?”
“Yes,” I grabbed the martini glass, held it under his cock just as the first bit if his teen-spunk was launched from his cockhead.
“UUUNNNGGHHH!!!!” He moaned. “UUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!!!!!” Over and over, shot after shot, his body convulsing, his semen filling the glass.
At this point, I really began to pump his cock, concentrating now on its especially sensitive post-orgasm head. At this, Nick began to squirm, pull back and wriggle, desperately trying to get away all the while giggling.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?”
The words punctuated the room. Nick and I both looked up to see a young man standing in the door of the room, a young man who most certainly hadn’t been there even a minute ago.
“Brandon,” Nick said. “I can…I can explain.”
The young man turned, and started to walk away.
Sorry it took so long. Hopefully, you like the update.
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Part XV
Nick’s show had turned me on so much that my cock was drooling. Now, with a nervous anticipation of the fun we were about to have, I grabbed Nick’s stone-hard member and pulled him across the room toward the bed. I had him crawl up on it, his ass higher than his shoulders, his balls hanging low, and then roll over to lay down on his back spread eagle. I paused, taking in his beauty. I loved how his thick 8 inch cock stood up from his wispy pubic bush, pointing up toward his head. It was a veiny steel rod, oozing his teen precum. I ran my fingers over his taught, smooth torso, hardly able to contain myself, my own cock so swollen now that it ached. Nick’s cock began to dance as he spasmed involuntarily at my touch. Up and down his body my hands traveled, touching every part of him except his amazingly hard, drooling penis. I took probably 10 minutes to slowly, gently work him to a frenzy.
“What do you want, Nick?” I asked.
“I want to be teased so that I go insane. I want to beg, and plead and have you ignore me. All my life I’ve been the popular kid who gets his way. Make me earn it tonight. Make me beg and plead.”
“I’ll do it. I’ll ignore everything you say. But first, give me a word that if you say it, the game stops.”
He did.
“Good. Now, are you ready to be teased out of your mind?”
He bit his lip and nodded.
“Excellent.” I checked the clock next to the bed. “Nick, it’s 10:25 pm now. If you plan to get off tonight, you have to earn it before 1:00. After that, we stop for the night and you just have blue balls. Also, you won’t be given the chance to have an orgasm again until at least 5:00 tomorrow afternoon.”
He nodded. “I want to try something different tonight, Nick. Get up on your hands and knees.” He did. I took a moment now to run my fingers over his muscular back, to feel his triceps in his arms as they flexed to steel. I ran a finger down the smooth crack of his ass, lightly rubbing that sensitive spot just behind his ball sack. I had him spread his legs apart just a little more. Slowly, gently, I worked my tongue into his ass, savoring the low moaning hiss that escaped his lips. My hands continued to roam over his body, pinching his nipples, touching him everywhere. My tongue gently lapped at his exposed, open hole, causing him to flinch in pleasure. My fingers found his low hanging ball sack, and gently I stroked that, but I still would not touch his cock. By now, the tip of his massive shaft was connected to the sheets by a single strand of clear fluid.
“How does this feel, Nick?” I asked.
“Amazing. But…”
“But what?”
“But please, could you please touch my cock?”
“Nick, I don’t want to hear dirty words like that. Please use proper terminology. There is no chance I’ll even respond to a filthy mouth like that.”
Nick, who’d been lost in a haze of frustrated pleasure tensed for a moment as he processed tonight’s new rule.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just that I’m so excited. Would you please touch my penis?” I moved my hand down his tight stomach, and allowed my fingers to brush against the very base of his manhood as they caressed his silky, wispy pubic bush.
“That’s better, but I think you should be more specific in your vocabulary.”
“Please touch my…boner?”
“Nick, this isn’t the kind of word I had in mind at all. I’m going to go downstairs for a few minutes, then I’ll be back. Don’t move, and don’t touch your…yourself. I hope you have the word when I get back.”
I went down to the basement, to the bar, and grabbed a Martini glass. I had an idea, and I really wanted to see it play out. Next, I cleaned up a little in the basement, making it less obvious as to what happened. Finally, I grabbed my clothes and headed back upstairs to find Nick in exactly the position I’d left him.
“Have you thought of the word yet?”
“Please touch my erection?”
“Very good, Nick.”
I grabbed the lube, and put some on the tips of my forefinger and thumb. Then, I began to lightly rub just the head of his cock. Nick gasped and spasmed with pleasure. After about a minute, I just held his veiny, hard shaft, and firmly rubbed my thumb across the slick head. I kept going for a couple of minutes, causing him eventually to quiver, shake, and moan. (If you’ve never done this, and have a bottle of lube handy, give it a try. You probably won’t make 30 seconds without stopping. So you can imagine what it was like for Nick as I started the second minute.) As I kept going, Nick began humping his hips trying to get away while emitting a high pitched squeal.
“Please, please stop! I can’t take it!” he shouted. I did.
“Nick, if I don’t touch your cock, you’ll never cum,” I said like a parent being patient with a child.
His only response to my statement was his heavy breathing as he tried to catch his breath and a new streamer of goo that oozed forth from the tip of his cock.
I paused, broke character. “You know, Nick, I’m kind of tired. I think I’ll just do you fast tonight and we’ll go slow tomorrow. Would that be okay?”
He nodded. I grabbed the lube and coated his meaty cock with the clear liquid.
“Let me know before you cum, though, so I can catch your load. I wouldn’t want to let it go to waste.”
Again he nodded as my fist began to pump, twisting around the shaft and head, milking him for all he was worth. Soon I’d established a rhythm and he fell into it, his hips pumping in time with my fist, his cock head flaring as pleasure took over his body. It had been an erotic evening, and he had teased himself for quite awhile, so he was soon ready. “I’m about to cum!” he called out.
I at this, I let go of his dick, and watched his hips humping the air. A panicked, confused look crossed Nick’s face. Before he could ask, I answered.
“Just kidding. Well, not entirely. I do want to catch your load. But I’m not going to go fast tonight. Plus, you said another naughty word. What should you have said?”
Nick was so confused with pleasure denied that it took about 5 seconds for my question to settle in. “I’m about to orgasm?”
“That’s one acceptable phrase. What’s another?”
He paused, thinking, his concentration moving him away from animal lust to higher order thinking, pulling him unwittingly farther and farther from orgasm. “I’m about to ejaculate?”
“Very good. Remember, like always, you must ask permission before ejaculating. Is that clear?”
He nodded.
“Good. Now lie down and snuggle with me. We’ll start your milking properly in a few minutes.” I grabbed the remote and turned on Sports Center while Nick lay back against me being the front “spoon.” Occasionally during the show I’d snake my fingers around his cockhead and gently rub and squeeze. I did it just enough to keep him hard while distracting him with conversation about the sports we were watching.
Finally, I was so horny, I needed relief. I had him get back up on his hands and knees, this time with his ass facing the head of the bed in a 69 position. “Nick, I’d like you to bring me to orgasm using your mouth, but don’t have an orgasm yourself.” I took his cock into my mouth, and gasped in pleasure as his mouth wrapped around me. Soon, he’d established a strong rhythm that was bringing me to the edge. I matched his motions, and he began to squirm, trying to contain the orgasm that was building inside him.
I knew he was getting close, and I also knew that I was. I didn’t want him to cum, yet. So instead, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and teasingly rub against my lips and nose while he finished me off. As I ejaculated what felt like a gallon of jizz into his mouth, his cock emitted another streamer of precum that coated my face.
After he’d thoroughly cleaned my cockhead, Nick turned around and looked at me.
“Hands and knees,” I said.
Nick Straddled me so that his knees were on my right side, and his hands were on my left. His torso and cock were directly above me. I reached up, and began to gently pump his cock. I looked at the clock. “Nick, it’s 12:30, you’d better hurry. I established an inconsistent, lazy rhythm and let my fingers just graze the skin of his penis. Slowly at first, then more wildly, he began to hump his hips, struggling for more friction.
“Please, please, grip just a little tighter. Please!” came his pleading voice.
I refused. “Nick, you have to earn it. There is no guarantee. If you want it bad enough, you’ll make it happen.” I stopped moving my hand all together; leaving the little contact he got up to him. He humped my loose fingers with all he had. Suddenly he called out, “May I please ejaculate?!?”
“Yes,” I grabbed the martini glass, held it under his cock just as the first bit if his teen-spunk was launched from his cockhead.
“UUUNNNGGHHH!!!!” He moaned. “UUUUNNNNGGGHHHHH!!!!!” Over and over, shot after shot, his body convulsing, his semen filling the glass.
At this point, I really began to pump his cock, concentrating now on its especially sensitive post-orgasm head. At this, Nick began to squirm, pull back and wriggle, desperately trying to get away all the while giggling.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?”
The words punctuated the room. Nick and I both looked up to see a young man standing in the door of the room, a young man who most certainly hadn’t been there even a minute ago.
“Brandon,” Nick said. “I can…I can explain.”
The young man turned, and started to walk away.
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