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I’m Campbell Dalton a 21 year old College Junior at Vanderbilt University. My Studies are heavily concentrated in Business and Finance but I haven’t a clue as to what my profession will be. My passion since childhood has been swimming, I was good enough at the high school level to earn a college swimming scholarship and fortunate to chosen by Vanderbilt. A VU degree will get you to the front of the line in almost every Corporate personnel department in the country.
I’ve enjoyed my time at school and the biggest surprise has been how much I like the city. To almost everyone Nashville conjures up guitar playing rubes with twangy voices crying in their beer about lost love. While that idea is spot on for the Country Music industry, that’s only a small part of what this this city has become. It isn’t too large but it’s as comfortable as that pair of sneakers in your closet that you rescued every time your Mom put them in the trash. Being from Atlanta, GA. I thought I wouldn’t like it here, but now I might stay here after college. It’s Atlanta that I don’t really care for anymore. The growth explosion since the 1996 Olympic Games has ruined the city for me.
I am the youngest of the three children of Cortland and Suzanne Dalton. Cortland II , 25, is my older brother and Suzannah Caroline, 23, is my dear sister. Corty, as I’ve called him ever since I could talk, is engaged to Elizabeth Anne Deaver but they haven’t set the date yet. Suze, my sister is working at an Atlanta Law Firm and dating a lawyer and a doctor.
Adding more proof to recent research, I am the second son and I am gay. My Coming Out to my family when I graduated from High School was the biggest non-event in our family history. Both parents said, that they stand with me and love and support me as they always have. Suze, my sister, thought it was so cool to have a gay little brother. Cortland just smiled and said…
“you dog, does this mean I have to warn all my friends about you?”
“no Corty, the ones I’ve seen you with don’t have anything at all to worry about from me.” I replied.
Corty howled laughing. “you’ve only been out two minutes and already making catty remarks.”
Corty and I got along great now that we were both grown ups. We enjoyed each others company and really had a good time together as long as we stayed away from competitive sports. It was dog eat dog when we were playing against each other in anything. Neither of us took losing very well and it was especially bitter to lose to your brother. Luckily, we could leave that in the locker room and it didn’t spill over into our interactions with each other. I was very lucky and extremely happy that my being gay did not affect our friendship. Yeah, my big bro is my friend and that’s so cool. Corty sees it as his job to get me laid. He tries to get me hooked up every time we go out together.
“Yo, Cam… there’s a live one at two o’clock”, or “Dude! would ya look at the package that stud’s swinging!”
The trouble was, he was nearly always right. Corty really had an eye for the type of men I like. I’m still a bit shy and awkward talking about guys I like with Corty. He has threatened to bring one of his hand picked guys over to meet his gay little brother, if I don’t get off my butt and make a move on someone. God help me, my brother’s my pimp!
Sometimes I wondered if Corty was living out his own desires for men through me. I decided that I would have to talk to him about that someday soon before he got married. Regardless, I knew that he would marry and be the dutiful son that the II after his name demanded. It’s his nature to do the right thing, not make waves and to hold a true and steady course. Almost the exact opposite of his little brother.
With me away in Nashville we didn’t see much of each other but a couple of times a year he’d come up by himself and we would have a great time together. We always made the Vandy-UGA football game, he’d come to Nashville one year and I went to Athens with him the next.
I knew I was gay in high school but I am still a virgin. I’ve grown to be 6’2″ tall, 160 lbs. light brown hair and brown eyes with a slim, well toned swimmer’s body. I was pleased with my looks even here at Vandy where it seemed that every other male student we met was as handsome as a GQ cover model.
We were in the first semester of my Junior year and I was really stressed with studying for exams and competitive swimming. While at the library working on a paper I felt natures call and headed for the Men’s room downstairs. As I entered I heard a groan then a stall door flew open and a guy ran by me and out the door. I looked back to the stall and there stood Cullen Fortson, his pants and shorts around his ankles and his very substantial cock, shiny and wet, bobbing in the air.
Cully, as we all called him, was the friend of a friend and we were together every so often just hanging out with the guys… I turned to leave and he said…
“Campbell, don’t go, …please..”
My heartbeat raced when I saw Cullen standing there with his big cock bobbing in the breeze.
Cullen and I ran with the same crowd most times. We were cordial but never had a private talk or interacted other than as a part of a group. In my personal opinion Cullen was the most handsome man I had ever seen. I was not alone, he attracted women like a bee to honey.
Over the past two years we had sort of eyed each other every chance we got. Nothing really but we both had caught the other staring, I know I was secretly wishing to hook up for my first hot sex session. I can’t begin to guess what Cully was wishing for. At college we were constantly with other male companions so those of us who were inclined to be attracted to men were extremely careful not to appear to be gay in any way.
I was content with just looking at him, I was not in his league looks wise. I know I’m not a troll by a long shot but when Cullen is around I feel like the ugliest man alive. No one can compare to him in my eyes, when Cully walks by, men and women turn to watch him. Guys like him have their pick of the crop, that is partly why I was so stunned at walking in on his ‘blow job’.
“Cully, I’m sorry for the interruption…uh, really … I need to pee…..badly.”
and I stepped over to the urinal.
I heard Cully straightening his clothes. When I was finished and drying my hands he said…
“Cam..let me explain….”
“Cully…you don’t owe me any explanations…your sex life isn’t my business. Really all I saw was you with your pants down and a big shiny wet cock swaying in the breeze. If you ever need any one to verify the fact, I can truthfully swear that you’ve got a big one!”
Cully grinned and reddened in a blush.
“Still, Cam I’d like to talk to you about this if you’ll let me..”
“Cully…it’s stays right here, I will not tell anyone about what I saw, that’s a promise.”
“He let out a big sigh, thanks Campbell, I appreciate that. If you haven’t figured it out, I’m gay. You are the only one at school that I’ve told. I’m not even sure why I told you. I guess I just want you to know what it’s like to have these desires that have to be satisfied in dark rooms. Clandestine meetings that are never talked about. I’d never seen that kid that high tailed it out of here when you came in. I was at the urinal and he reached over and grabbed my cock and I let him give me a blow job. Part of one anyway.”
I laughed at that last part. “Sorry Cully, he left you high and dry didn’t he.”
“yeah, back to a hand job again tonight.”
“Poor guy, it sort of makes me sorry I for you.” I said.
Cully smiled at me and I said…
“but not that sorry….you’ll have to take care of it yourself, Dude.”
“Cam…I didn’t mean…I,…aww shit…no you got the wrong idea….damn..I’m sorry.”
“take a deep breath and relax Cully. I’m just jerking your chain here, giving you a hard time. I would have probably done the same as you…I don’t know if I could turn down an offer of a blow job either… I know it sure does get horny here all of the time.”
“Campbell will you let me take you to dinner, I’m getting hungry, and we’ve never really talked much, I’d like to get to know you.”
“Sure. I’m hungry too, let me get my things upstairs and I’ll meet you out front.”
As I headed back to the library to get my things all I could think about was Cullen’s huge cock. His was the first I’d ever seen hard other than my own. Cully was a great looking man, dark brown hair, Emerald Green eyes, about 5″9, 140 lbs. and a killer cock as I had just found out. My uneducated guess is it that it’s close to 9 inches long and 6 or 7 in circumference. It’s really Big!. I knew what I’d be jacking off to tonight. I could feel my cock swelling and tried to force Cully’s handsome face, torqued body, little round butt and that great big cock from my mind.
He was waiting as I came out and we headed off to his car.. He drove us out West End Ave. to the Belle Meade Buffet. I turned my back more to the door so I could see Cully as he drove and we talked. As I looked at him I became aware of his profile which made me get hard. Damn, he is too effing handsome for my own good. I thought about his trim hot body, hoping that his chest was as thickly furred as his legs. Long silky brown hair below the knees and shorter and curlier on the thighs. A good looking hairy man turns me on like crazy!
As we ate he started talking again about the scene at the library…
“I am ashamed that you saw that Campbell. I should have better control of myself. I’m really lucky it was you instead of Campus Police. It’s hard to say no when a guy has your dick in his hand asking if he can suck it.”
I could feel the blood rush to my face, If he only knew that was exactly what I longed to do to him. I was blushing again..
“shit, I’m so sorry Campbell, I shouldn’t be talking like this to you and over our dinner too. Sometimes I just don’t think ahead.”
We finished and were driving back to campus when Cullen asked…
“Cam, you ever had a guy give you blow job?”
“No…never…uh..I’ve never had one at all. What’s it like?”
“it feels so good but you have to be there, there’s just no way to describe it.”
“so Cully, when did you know that you were gay?”
“I was thirteen, the older brother of one of my friends talked me into jacking off with him. We had just started when he told me to close my eyes and not open them until he said to. I closed them and the next thing I knew he was sucking my cock. It felt so good. He didn’t finish me off but asked if I’d suck him. I knew I wanted to. When I took his cock into my mouth I just new that it was what I wanted. I’ve never looked back.”
“But Cully, you’re a handsome guy you could have any girl in school.”
“Cam I’m gay, I don’t want any girl. I want a guy like you, athletic, tall and handsome as he can be.”
“y…you..you think I’m handsome? don’t you ever look in a mirror? You are the most handsome guy I know!
“Yes, Campbell, I think you are handsome, and to me you’re about as sexy as a guy can be. Sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but it’s the truth. If you were gay I’d be after you big time.”
I know I was beet red again, blushing like crazy. Cullen Fortson thinks I’m handsome and sexy too! I wanted to tell him I’m gay. I don’t know why I couldn’t say it, it just wouldn’t come out of my mouth. He looked over at me and said…
“Oh damn it…Cam, please don’t get all uptight … I’m not trying to put the make on you. I really do like you and want you to be my friend …shit..why can’t I keep my mouth shut, I’m sorry Campbell..All I’ve done tonight is apologize to you!”
“well..you did take me to dinner!” I said.
Cully gave me this incredulous look and then burst into laughing, I laughed too and we were soon roaring, letting all the tension between us flow out with the laughing. He punched my arm…”
“you’re a goofy little shit…Thanks Campbell, we’re going to be good friends, I can tell.”
We were back on campus and were walking to our dorm rooms. We stopped at the place where we would go our separate ways to our rooms.
“well, this is it, I guess. Thanks for the dinner Cully, and I meant what I said earlier. I wont tell anyone about the library.”
“thanks again Cam, guess I’ll go finish what he started”
“Cully if you want to talk more or just hang out, you can come to my suite. No roommate this semester.”
“Really, I’d like that, I’ve really enjoyed your company tonight. We can continue getting to know each other, Great.”
My heart was racing, why did I ask him too my room? I guess I knew the answer. He’s gay, and maybe the best looking man I’ve ever seen and he thinks I’m sexy. I guess I want something to happen. Who am I kidding, I know I want something to happen! Tonight!
In my suite we both had to pee really bad. I started to pee in the shower stall when he said we’d share the toilet and moved to one side.
“you’ve already seen what I’ve got and at it’s best too. Now I get to see yours.”
I went red as a beet again. I couldn’t even look at him or his cock. I was so afraid I would get a boner. It didn’t help, I felt my cock thicken, I looked up and Cully was staring at my face, not my cock. That did it, I went fully hard. His eyes bored into mine. I started trying to put my cock back in my pants but it wasn’t going to fit with a hard on. Cam glanced down at my movement then quickly back to my eyes.
“I’m sorry Cully. You looking into my eyes made me get hard.”
“That’s okay Cam. Every guy’s cock has a mind of its own, that’s for sure. Besides, now we’re even, I’ve seen you hard too!”
We finished and went back into the room, I pulled off the sweatshirt I was wearing and wore only a tee shirt and jeans. I toed off my Weejuns and went barefoot.
“If you want to get comfy feel free Cully.”
As he pulled off his polo pullover I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His tee shirt rode up with the pullover and I saw his rippled abs and flat stomach and he was covered in dark silky hair…
YES! My cock twitched and I jumped, it had never done that before. That glimpse of Cullen’s hairy
torso would feed my Cullen Fortson jack off fantasies for many weeks to come. Seeing him standing there in a tee and jeans with his dark hair mussed, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. I started getting hard again. He noticed, and smiled.
We lay on the two beds facing each other. He started asking about my home and growing up. After I had related my life story to him he asked…
“So Campbell, when did you know you were gay?”
I was stunned and couldn’t talk for a moment. Then I decided, NOW CAMPBELL, tell him now. I was up and pacing back and forth.
“er…I…I..it was my freshman year in high school. I SAID IT! I actually said it. gosh I felt so much better.”
“What?..no…Cam…do you know what you just said to me?”
“Yes, I told you I’m gay too.”
“Really!…I was just jerking your chain… teasing…gosh..are you really gay?”
“Yes, I really am….but, I’ve never been with anyone…only my family knows…and now you. I’ve never done anything with a guy, it’s tough to admit that I’m 21 and I’m still a virgin.”
“Wow…Cam…what I said earlier..I really did mean it.”
“I said if you were gay I’d be coming after you I meant that, still do. When you’re ready to have sex with a guy, if you want to do it with me, I sure want to be with you. Like I said, you’re my kind of man.”
“Cullen…I think I’m ready now. There’s no one I would rather be my first than you. I just don’t know what to do. Will you show me Cully, I’m new at this.”
Cully sat up on the edge of the bed facing me and he smiled, opened his legs, hooked a finger in my belt loop and pulled me between his legs. Smiling up at me, he unbuttoned my top button and like any good pair of 501′s the slightest tug opened all the fly buttons magically.
Cully’s eyes got big when he saw I was going commando. He pushed the 501′s off my hip and they fell to the floor I stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Cully smiled at my muscled thighs and stiffening cock. When he stood and pulled my tee shirt over my head, a gasp escaped his throat…
“Oh wow! Cam, I didn’t know…oh my god! you are so ripped! wow!..your body! That’s so hot! Cam…you’re… uh…y…you are so beautiful.”
he stammered as he ran his hands over my rippled abdomen, awestruck, he looked at my face and then back to my smooth chest and abs..
“your body is so smoking hot! Damn, who would have guessed this?”
“I’m a swimmer, Cully, remember? The whole team looks like this.”
Cully laughed…”I know those guys Cam…and no one else on the swim team looks like this!”
He said as his hands were all over my chest and stomach. He asked that I turn around and I heard his groan as his hands cupped my butt.
“yeah, well ..okay..I guess, you really like my bod, huh?”
“Oh yes, Sir. Cam those body suits you wear in swim meets hide all this. I really like your body a lot. I don’t mean this in a bad way, Cam…but I never guessed you had a smoking hot body like this under your clothes…yuummm…WOOF!”
I laughed at his ‘woof’ thinking it was cute and was flattered that he liked my body so much.
“No other guy on that team can hold a candle to you. There may be some with more muscle but none who look as good as you do. Oh yeah…it’s just..you’re really hot Cam…a real turn on. I have to take off these pants now Cam…you’ve got me so hard I’m hurting down there.”
Cully stood and before his hand touched his top button, my fingers were there undoing the button and in one move I pulled Cully’s pants and shorts down to his ankles. Cully’s cock sprang up and slapped his belly then back down to hit my cheek as it bounced around. I nearly ripped his tee shirt off him. I could hardly believe my eyes, one glance at a naked, hard and very hairy Cullen took my breath away. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. My body trembled and a deep moan escaped from deep within me. I felt my testicles rising up…oh no…this can’t be… no …no…NO!
“Oh my god…Cully…I can’t stop it….oh no
…no…ooohhh! uuunnnggghhh! Ohmigod.”
Standing there in my dorm suite looking at a very naked Cullen not three feet away absolutely made me cum without either of us touching the other. I didn’t touch my cock. The orgasm was intense. The first spurt of my cum made a splat sound on Cully’s abs. Two more followed in almost the same exact place. I fell back onto my bed. Mortified that he saw the effect he had on me and ashamed that I had so little control. I hoped he wasn’t upset. It probably happens all the time to him. I was reluctant to look at him, my eyes had been clamped shut since my first volley of cum was fired.
“C…C…Campbell? are you okay there Cam?…man that was just the hottest thing I have ever seen. To have this tall, gorgeous swim team stud stand in front of me and get his nut and watch him shoot his cum three feet in the air to hit my stomach. Way Hot Campbell, TOO HOT!
“Cam…I gotta get my hands on you…I need to touch and hold you Campbell. I’ve never been with anyone like you. I could cum just looking at you.”
“uh..no!..don’t do that yet Cullen? One of us is enough. I’m so sorry I blew like that but looking at all of you like that…I knew I never see or be with anyone as beautiful as you again. I’ve never had anything make me cum before without being touched. Not even a wet dream. Now I want to learn, I want you to teach me how to make love to a man, to you.”
“Cam, I want to touch you, feel you, yours is the hottest body I’ve ever seen this close. I’ve just gotta play with it, lick those abs and nips. I promise I wont forget about that big beauty of a cock you’ve got there. It’ll be ready for another round soon. I’m not going to tell you what I want you to do. I will tell you if something hurts or I don’t like it, I don’t want you to stop, just try something else. The same goes for you, tell me to stop if you don’t like anything I do. This is all about pleasure and enjoying each other.
I want to hold you and press our bodies close together, I’ve never lain in bed and held a man in my arms. It’s always been wham bam and done before I had a chance to enjoy it. I really want to make love to you Campbell. I’ll be kissing you all over, especially your lips. If it gets to be something you don’t want to do just say stop and I will. I want your first time to be magical Campbell. I want you to never ever forget this night.”
I nodded giving my okay, too nervous to trust my voice. As Cully kicked out of the clothes at his feet I ogled his perfect body, hardening my aching cock even more. Cully was almost as ripped and sculpted as I am. He has a slightly pumped chest, stomach rippled and hard as a board, he had that wonderful sexy dark fur covering his pectorals and a thick treasure trail splitting his abs, past his navel and into this thick neatly trimmed pubic hair. I took my time and just drank in his image now before me. Cullen was beautiful all over. At 5’9″ and 140 lbs. he was thin but firm and wiry. His body was almost all muscle with no fat on him anywhere. His body was perfectly proportioned except for that outsized cock.
A little time in the weight room and he’d be as ripped as me. He turned and bent to pick up his clothes and my hard cock twitched again as I looked at his cute little round and furry bubble butt. In my fantasies I dreamed of a body like his, a cock like his and a handsome man like him.
I lay down on the bed and patted it, inviting him lay down beside me. Immediately I felt his heat, I turned on my side making more room and to be able to look at him and he did the same, I noticed that we both had very hard cocks. I smiled at him…
“okay Cully, I’m all yours, you’ll have to tell me what you want me to do, this is all new to me but I want to learn. I want you. Do what you wish with me, I’m yours tonight.”
Cullen’s hand started roaming my chest. There is very little hair there except for the patch between my pectorals and the thin trail of hair that led from there to my navel and beyond. When Cully’s fingers pinched a nipple I moaned deep in my throat. He moved one leg to cover mine and his knee rested against my testicles. I shivered in anticipation. He raised his arm and put it on my side and around my back, then pulled me close and our bodies touched together.
ELECTRIC! That moment our bodies touched was like fireworks exploding inside my body, goose flesh ran rampant over me, shivers ran up and down my spine. My arm went around him and I automatically pulled him closer, we were touching from chest to toes. He looked into my eyes and I stared back at him, trying to fathom his thoughts.
Slowly, he or was it me, leaned closer, we were so close I was breathing in his breath. His eyes closed but I kept mine open waiting, wanting to see what came next. Then our lips touched and it was my tongue ran along his bottom lip seeking entry to his mouth, When he opened his mouth and our tongues met, fireworks exploded again. I tingled from head to toe. Cullen moaned deeply molding his body more tightly to mine.
I was home, I knew that this was what I’d been missing. Nothing in my fantasies about this moment when I was jacking off could have prepared me for just how magic this feeling was. Our groins ground together our cocks dueling to see which could coat the other with the most pre-cum in the shortest time. Finally we broke apart to gasp in air. Both of us were totally surprised at the intensity of that shared kiss. Cully couldn’t speak…he just stammered incoherently.
Somehow I had taken control and it was me feeling his body, running my hand down his back and cupping his perfect furry cheek. I ran my other hand down his chest, over his abdominals and on down to grasp his hard cock in my hand causing him to give a little yelp of surprise. The feel of his cock in my hand was wondrous. The size of it, the heat, the silky skin covering his steel hard unyielding shaft. My thumb roamed over his glans, prompting another deep groan from him. As Cullen opened his eyes mine stared straight into his.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before? I never dreamed you’d be like this Cam, you’re wonderful!”
“So are you Cully, Believe me I would have remembered this. Yes this is the first time I’ve ever touched a man sexually and it is just about the best thing that I’ve ever experienced. This is so hot! You’re so beautiful inside and out. I can hardly believe Cullen Fortson, the hottest, best looking guy on campus is in my bed with me.”
Cully’s hand had encircled my cock while I was speaking. He slowly jacked it as he listened and I aped his movements. Our eyes met again and I kissed him with an hunger and passion I didn’t know I possessed. I had to have him, this kiss was more insistent, harder, more masculine, driven by my passion, my lust. I never knew I could want a man so much. When I pulled away I was exhilarated, Kissing a man was so very intense, sexual pleasure flooded my body.
Man Sex! This is me. This is what I want. I became the aggressor, I rolled atop Cully’s body, grinding my cock into him and lightly bit a nipple bringing out a loud moan from within him, I reached and took the back of his neck in my hand and pulled his lips to mine and my tongue probed deeply into his mouth, gliding over his teeth, tickling the roof of his mouth with the tip of my tongue and his cheeks. I nibbled at his lips, biting just hard enough to surprise him, never to hurt him.
My lips traced from his ear to his neck leaving little kisses there, then over to a shoulder, a lick and kiss there. My tongue traced down into the little valley created by his collar bone kissing, and licking his sweet smelling skin. Not knowing what I should do I decided that I would do the things I thought would feel good. I was on autopilot I just started doing things and felt lucky that he liked it. Cullen began to moan and move about on the bed.
I became his sensual lover, doing my best to arouse, please and tease his delicious body. I raised his arm and buried my nose in his armpit, sucking in the aroma of man, then licking and laving the curls there with my tongue.
Down his chest my hands and lips trailed fire onto his skin as they traveled ever downward toward his neatly trimmed pubic hair. At his crotch I inhaled again, his man scent filled my nostrils, a scent his alone, his scent that sent a river of blood surging, throbbing into my aching cock, as the sweet taste of his groin lingered in my mouth.
I sucked and licked at his crotch and Cullen thrashed about moaning and calling out my name. His calling my name while he was so aroused only fueled my desire as I took his dripping cock in hand. I looked up into his eyes as my tongue snaked out and licked the dew drop from his slit. His body shuddered and I quickly plunged my mouth onto the first cock I would ever suck. Cully lost all control as his body and legs tensed and he filled my mouth with my first taste of a mans semen.
His cum was my prize. A different taste to be sure, but not at all disagreeable. I knew that taste aside, making him ejaculate in my mouth was something I would want to do over and over with Cullen. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough as it dribbled off my chin onto his testicles. As the flow slowed and I gently nursed at the softening cock I chuckled when I realized what I had just done. I had just finished the ‘blow job’ I interrupted earlier!
I felt a gentle tug on my shoulders as Cullen pulled me up into an embrace and a long soulful kiss. When we parted, I was a bit embarrassed and had a shy look on my face because I had never been the aggressor in anything ever. It was a total surprise to me and to Cullen too.
“Cam…what..how..What got into you…you did that like you’ve been sucking cock forever. Why..what made you do that? Please, don’t get me wrong, I truly loved all that you did it was just such a complete surprise to me.”
I gave him a shy smile…
“me too Cully, I’m just as surprised as you are. Your hot furry body really turns me on. It just seemed like what I was supposed to do. Caught up in the moment, it just came naturally to me. I hope that this stays just between us please. I’m not ready to come out on campus yet.”
“your secret is safe with me Cam. I’m not ready for that either. I only hope we can do this again, and again and again.”
“tonight was my first time, I will never forget this. Thank you Cullen, it was so much more than I have ever dreamed of. Thank you for being my first Cullen. I get the feeling that any future partner would be a downgrade for me. I started with perfection”
“me too, Campbell, maybe we just ought to stay with each other” He said half jokingly but I think we both knew that this was special. This was different.
“You’re the fourth man I’ve been with in the five years since I came out. But Campbell, you are the only man who has ever made love to me. That’s what you were doing, that wasn’t just sex, that was making love. And Mr. Dalton, I’m pleased to tell you that you aced the course in making love to Cullen Fortson.
I’ve never felt a passion like we just shared, you took control and made me feel an excitement sexual pleasure that I have never known. You are a special lover Campbell. uh..Cam…uh.. you do know that this is just halfway over.. right? My turn now you sexy stud, I get to ravage your smoking hot body. I can hardly wait.”
“Oh wow, I had completely forgotten about that. Making love to you and your body was such a turn on for me that all I could think about was getting you off. I hope I like receiving half as much as I liked giving pleasure to you Cully.”
“Trust me Cam. You’re gonna like this, I guarantee it.”
“Cullen, as long as it’s you doing it, I know I will like it.”
I jumped up and stepped into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth to clean Cullen’s stomach and testicles of the pre-cum and what had dribbled from my mouth. As I gently cleaned his body, Cully smiled and gently traced his hand up and down my chest and stomach letting the back of his hand bump into my still hard cock. He took the washcloth, folded it over and wiped my chin and mouth then pulled me down into another long soulful kiss.
Gasping for air we broke apart. Cully pushed me onto my back and rolled to lay atop my anxious body, hard cocks dueling as they ground into each other. Oh good god, I love the way his hairy body feels against my skin
He attacked my nipples, one with his mouth and the other with his fingers bringing a roar from deep within my chest. Inching down, his lips and tongue explored each and every ripple on my abdomen. Cully’s breathing came in gasps as he worshiped my body. His lips moved to the hard love handles over my hips and tongued each of them. Moaning I spread my legs to give him more room as he continued his loving trip down my body.
Just when I was ready to feel my cock in a man’s mouth for the first time, he bypassed it and dove onto my testicles sucking in both and rearing his head back to pull hard on my sac. His stretching the inner cords there brought a low, guttural growl from me followed by thrashing and flailing my arms and legs.
“ohmigod Cully…oh that feels so good”
Cully had a twinkle in his deep green eyes as he released my sac…
“turn over Cam” he instructed.
I lay there spread eagle, face down with Cullen laid out on my back. It felt so good I wiggled my body a bit trying to get more of his skin touching mine. I sighed at his wonderful fur tickling my skin.
“oh Cully, this is so good…you feel so good on me …ooohhh yes…”
Cullen stretched his arms out over my arms and our hands clasped. He moved his hips very slightly pushing his hard cock along my ass crack. Rubbing his body against mine. Kissing and licking the back of my neck, below my ear, he slowly moved down the back side of my body. Tracing my muscled lats that veed down to my slim waist. Moving farther down, his vision was filled with my hard little butt. He let his tongue trace along the crack all the way to my sac again. Rising, he blew a breath across my furry cheeks and watched as they pimpled in goose flesh.
Holding each cheek he gently spread them and moved his face in and stabbed his tongue into the wrinkles there. My body was shocked when his tongue licked at my opening, I raised to my knees and groaned as my hips went wild for his tongue. This only pushed my core tighter to Cullen’s mouth as he tongued, kissed and laved my butt.
I was all over the bed, arm and legs flailing, moans and groans coming in gasps. Cully saw my testicles rise to firing position and he quickly withdrew his mouth and began stroking me gently with his hands. Letting me recede back from the brink of orgasm. Cullen moved and lay on his side and I turned to him, shivered and pulled him into a tight embrace. I stared into his eyes, somehow I thought I could pull him into me with my eyes. Finally he closed his eyes and lay his head on my shoulder with his lips touching my neck and he let out a sigh of contentment.
We rested only a few minutes until Cullen was on the move again. He gave me a little peck on the lips and said..
“you’re gonna love this!”
He moved quickly to sit on his knees between my legs. He reached for my cock, pulled it to his lips and looked up into my wide eyes as he sank my considerable 8″ long cock in his throat all the way to it’s base. His throat massaging my cock and filling me with more unknown new sensations.
“OH CULLY! OHMIGOD!”
This was my first time to feel my cock in any mouth, but to have it in Cully’s was heaven, he took it all, his nose buried in my crotch as I moaned and grunted and never wanted this feeling to end.
He pulled back to the glans and circled it with his tongue and plunged back down, back up, swirl, plunge down. Cully’s passion settled into the ancient rhythm known to men who love men the world over. Bobbing, twisting and plunging, deep throating my cock. He had me writhing in ecstasy as he devoured me. Cully slowed allowing me to ebb back, then he plunged back into that rhythm that vibrated my entire being.
This feeling in my cock and balls was all that existed in my world, I felt it coming, that deep tingle in my testicles and the rush of semen up the shaft of my cock and into the waiting throat of my handsome companion. Spurt after spurt I emptied myself into Cullen’s eager mouth. Yelling, laughing, roaring…
“suck me, suck me, take it all.”
The reality far surpassed any notion I had of what my first time would be.
As I fell back exhausted Cullen suckled on my softening cock, his head lying on my hip, his hand cradling my testicles. When he had returned to kiss me and lay beside me I said…
“Oh Cullen….you were so right…thank you…I never dreamed sex could be like this….”
“Cam, there’s more. You probably wont believe it but there more that feels even better than this. We wont do it tonight. But if you’re willing I want us to do this again. Let me show you what else I can do to make you feel even better that what we just did.”
I looked into Cully’s eyes, seeing a fear there I hadn’t seen before. Was he afraid I would reject him! Me say no to another night like this? Say no to him? Not very damn likely!
“Yes Cullen, we’ll do anything you want, is tomorrow too soon?”
I said as I cupped his face in my hand and gently kissed him. I wanted to reassure him that we were okay. No need for his fear. We would do this many, many nights.
He let out a big sigh of relief…
“no it’s not too soon, if anything it’s too long to wait but we have to. We’ve had a good workout tonight. We need the rest.”
Cully got up and headed for the bathroom. When he came back he went to his clothes and started to put on his shorts..
“What are you doing Cully?”
“Getting dressed to go back to my room”
“Oh…er… ah…I was hoping you would stay and sleep with me”
“yes, really,…Cully. I like the way you feel against me. I like the way you kiss me, there’s going to be a long list of things I like about Cullen Fortson. But most of all I just want to be with you. Please stay tonight”
“oh gosh..Yes! I’d love to be with you and to sleep with you Campbell.”
Cully dropped the shorts and leaped back to the bed. I turned him and spooned to his back pulling him close into my arms. As we snuggled up, I bent down slightly and kissed the top of his head. The way he felt against my body, my arms holding him to me…it all felt so right. Cullen’s smaller body molded perfectly to my taller one. Our bodies were touching from feet to our cheeks. We were sexually drained, physically exhausted, emotionally fulfilled and excited beyond reason. This was supposed to be!
“Good night you sexy man and thank you Cam, you are a fantastic lover.” Cullen whispered.
“ha, just look at what I had to love on, that fur, your hot body and that killer cock got me all worked up, not to mention the kisses from those perfect lips. mmmm WOOF! you are the hottest, sexiest man I know Cully.”
I smiled again and snuggled up closer and held Cully tightly as we drifted off to sleep. Just before dawn, I woke with my cock in Cully’s mouth again. I stretched and moaned…
“oh that’s so nice, what a way to wake and take on the world. Ooooo you do that so good Cully.”
“I’m truly inspired Cam. I’ve never been fortunate enough in my few experiences to have someone who looks like you do, feels as good as you and there’s something else to..we just seem to click… we’re more than just the two of us.”
He dove back onto my hard cock with a fury, back into that rhythm he knew so well, plunge down, back up, swirl, plunge. I was helpless, just hanging on to the bed as he worked his magic on my cock.
“OOOOHHHH CULLY! CULLEN NOW, NOW, aarrrggghhh! OH, OH, OH, oh, oh…that feels so good. so good, oh Cully you’re so good…”
He crawled back up to kiss my lips and hold me as I floated back to earth from my orgasmic high.
“oh Cullen, you do that so well, I could get used to this very quickly..you make me do things I didn’t know I could do.”
“I told you that you inspire me Cam. I want to pleasure your body anytime you’re willing. I go a little crazy loving on you. you’re so special”
I was absent absentmindedly stroking Cully’s back rubbing up and down slowly. I let my hand roam lower and cupped one melon shaped cheek in my hand, caressing and rubbing.
“any more of that and I might not be able to wait until tonight Cam. I’ve got a special treat for you tonight remember.?”
“I remember Cully, only I find it hard to believe that you can top what we did last night and just now.”
He chuckled deep in his throat…
“have faith Campbell and trust me, I haven’t steered you wrong yet have I?”
“uh uh, I’d have to say that you’re steered me perfectly, Cullen. You’ve aced your course in loving on Campbell Dalton, for sure. Lets get some sleep, okay, good night”
“sounds good, good night Babe…oh no…shit…I’m sorry Cam that just slipped out. I’m sorry.”
“calm down Cully, it’s okay. it’s no big deal, Okay”
“sure Cam, everything just feels so good, that just slipped out. thanks for being such a good guy.”
“I know…you too Cully, now let’s get to sleep….good night…….Babe.”
Cully giggled, then I joined in and we had a good long laugh and even some playing and tickling and cuddling both drained and fulfilled we drifted off to sleep. A great end to a great evening together.
My alarm sounded at 7:30 am, slowly we stretched and rubbed against each other and fought off the impulse to reach for the other and make love again. I watched as Cully dressed and a smile spread across my face.
“so Babe, what time are you going to be free tonight?”
Cully flushed, embarrassed by his faux pas from last night. He looked sheepishly to Cam and said,
“I’m really am sorry I said that last night…it just came out accidentally. I was just so comfortable with you all night and so thrilled when you wanted me to stay. That was the best night of my of my life. You were fantastic. I’ve had sex before but you made love to me. I’ll never forget that. I’ll never forget last night either and hopefully tonight will be even better for you, for us……uh..oh yeah, my last class is over at 4 and I have to do some research at the library…and no not in the Men’s room! I got all I need there last night when I got you. I should be free by 7, how about you?”
“Swimming is the last thing on my list every day and I’ll finish tonight about 6. You want to have dinner together Cully?
“Sounds like a plan, where do you want to eat Cam. Want to go to Ireland’s?”
“We can be naked together here until tomorrow morning or later. Tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t have any classes do you?”
“none for me” Cully replied
“great that means we can stay naked until Monday morning, you think you’re up to that?”
“Cully, how about this. Lets meet here at my room, I’ll order a pizza and we can stay here, naked until Monday. “
“I’m in. I’m not leaving you until you tell me to go away and stay away. A weekend naked with you! Ye-ow!”
Cullen leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips good bye as he started to leave but I grabbed his arm, spun him around and slammed the door in one motion as I stuck my tongue down his throat and hugged him to me. He put his arms around my neck and held on as my kiss rocked our minds and bodies. When we broke from the kiss we both were trembling, taking ragged breaths and staring into each others eyes. Cully spoke first…
“Campbell, when you look at me like that it scrambles my brain, I can’t think straight and all I want to do is be in your arms. After tonight, we need to spend some time getting to know each other with our clothes on, okay. Those eyes of yours are nearly lethal, you may have to wear shades tonight, and anytime we’re together for a while. I don’t trust myself when you look at me like that. You know the feeling when you’re on a roller coaster and go down that first hill, your stomach does that flip as you fall downward, well that’s what your eyes do to me when you stare at me like that. Cam, I gotta run or I’ll be late for class…here’s my cell number text me yours. I gotta run, bye….Babe”
I stood there staring at the door Cully had just closed. I chuckled at that parting shot of Babe” from him. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, started to take off my shorts then realized that I was still naked after our sex session…no it wasn’t sex, Cully had said we made love. That seems to be a more accurate description for me too. I stepped into the warm spray and let it soothe my body.
I wished Cullen was here, it would be fun to take a shower with him and I could just imagine where that would lead to. I finished up, dressed and headed out for breakfast. As I sat and ate alone again I wished Cully was there to talk to. Suddenly a thought came to me and I flipped open my phone and called my brother Corty.
“Hey Little Bro, what’s going down in Music City?”
“aw, nothing special, just your little brother losing his virginity last night. Other than that, it’s Dullsville here.”
“WHAT! You finally did it…that’s great news..my little bro just became a man! Judging by your tone I’m guessing you had a good time. Who’s the stud that took your cherry bro”
“Oh Corty, I never knew sex could feel so good. His name is Cullen Fortson and he’s from Louisville, a Junior like me and he’s about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. He thinks your little bro is ‘handsome and sexy as all get out’ his exact words.”
“you really sound happy Campbell…this guy must be something special.”
“yeah, he is. He’s coming back to tonight and we’ve got all weekend to fool around. He says he’s got a special surprise for me tonight. I’d be very, very happy with a repeat of last night. Corty, I can’t stop grinning. I feel so good.”
“Hey bro, as long as he’s the right guy, there’s nothing wrong with falling for your first partner. Just go with the flow, you’re a smart guy. You’ll know if he’s for real or not.”
“Yeah,. I do..he’s the real deal Corty…you’re gonna like him, I just know it. I’ve got to head out now, I just had to let you know my news. I’m glad you’re my brother Corty. I love you… I gotta go, later..oh be sure to say hi to Mom and Dad, Liz, and Suze for me…bye.”
As the day progressed I found myself wishing for Cully to be with me just about every time I was alone. This was strange, just yesterday Cullen was a friend of a friend who I barely knew but after what we shared last night, I knew him as I knew no other person. I craved his presence. That’s why I stared into to Cully’s eyes so intently this morning. I was looking for something, some reason for the feeling I have of needing to be with him.
Cullen said that we needed to spend some time together with our clothes on. I guess this is what he meant, I just want his company for a while… well I already knew I wanted to be with him a lot longer than just a while.
Cullen was a wreck, he knew he had fallen hard for Campbell last night. It was crazy, just a few hours together and he never wanted to leave Cam’s side. Those eyes, staring, searching his soul. He was so afraid that Cam would see how he felt about him in his eyes. He was afraid that he would scare Cam away if he let on how much he cared already. The hours dragged by so slowly, this was the longest day of his life. Every time he opened a book his eyes saw the words printed there but his mind saw Cam’s face, his body, how he felt with Cam pressing against him, kissing him. Oh god, I’ve got to stop this. I’ll lose my mind if I can’t stop thinking about him. He forced himself into the research routine. The harder he concentrated the sooner he would finish and could be with Campbell.
At 6:55 p.m. Cully knocked on my door, almost before the last rap of his knuckles I jerked the door open and pulled him in by his arm, shut the door, wrapped him in my arms and kissed him like I hadn’t seen him in a month. As we broke from the kiss, I saw the astonishment on Cully’s face.
“I’m sorry Cully, I didn’t even say hello before I attacked you. It’s just this feeling I’ve had all day, every time I was alone, I thought of you and wished you were with me. I know it sounds weird but I missed you all day. We don’t even know each other really, other than the physical part we got to know very well last night. You were right this morning Cully, we do need to spend time together with our clothes on. I have this need to know who your are, everything about you…it’s maddening.”
“I think it’s a great idea Cam. Who knows, we might become good friends.”
“But I want us to be mo…uh…oh forget it for now….Why don’t we got out to eat Cully. We can start our fully clothed friendship now. What do you feel like eating.”
“Cam, honestly I’m starving for a good meal, do you like the Elliston Place Soda Shop? Great home style cooking and I need meat and veggies. Last night sapped all of my energy reserve. You were a real tiger in bed, I never expected that we would end up as we did.”
“It was like you said Cullen, I was inspired. The feel of you in my arms and against my body was the best feeling in the world. Granted, it was all a new experience for me but one I know I want to do over and over again, mmmm you’re just too sexy…babe!”
Cully smiled, “you’re never going to let me forget that are you?”
“Well….er…the thing is …I kinda like it Cully…a hot guy like you calling me babe is a big turn on. I don’t mind it at all. It tells me that maybe you care for me for more than just the sex, at least that’s what I want to believe. I don’t want to get all mushy and stuff….but I really do like you and want to know you better both in and out of bed. I hope that doesn’t freak you out. If you need me to back off just say so….I just want you to know what I’m thinking.”
Cully’s voice was shaky as he replied…
“Campbell, honestly it does freak me out…but in the best possible way. I’m freaked out that we’re onto the same line of thought here. I couldn’t think straight, no pun intended, all day. You filled my thoughts every time I opened a book or tried to study. I do care for you more than just the sex and I care for the sex a lot… believe me. You absolutely rocked my world last night. I’m hoping that I can rock yours tonight.”
After eating it was still a long while before dark So I drove us out to Percy Warner Park off Old Hickory Blvd.. We walked a bit and then sat down on the hillside overlooking the steeplechase racecourse. We sat and talked occasionally touching a shoulder or knee for emphasis, then soon there was constant contact as our legs touched together while we talked. We both felt a need to be physically connected …it was mutual and very comforting. We talked for hours about all topics, mostly our families, our lives and what we wanted after college. As the night darkened, I stood, held out my hand and pulled Cullen to his feet, I looked around then gently kissed him. As we turned to walk back to the car, I put an arm around Cully’s shoulder. Cullen’s arm circled my waist and he tucked three fingers inside the waist band of my jeans and we held each other close as we walked to the car.
Back at my room we started making out again, the kissing, hugging and we even lay on the bed fully clothed and talked more, stopping to kiss and hug and then more talk. We were both so comfortable that we napped a bit. It was Friday night and we had all day tomorrow and Sunday if they wanted, to be together.
Cully woke at a little after 10 p.m.and kissed on me a while to wake me up.
“Get a move on you sleepy slug. I’ve got things I want you to do to me and you need to be awake to do all of them.”
He pulled me from the bed and started undressing me, I reciprocated and soon we stood naked, each admiring the body before him. In unison our bodies moved together and we embraced.
“Ooohhh there it is, that’s the feeling I’ve been missing all day, us naked and me holding you tight, that’s just what I needed Cam.”
“..oh Cullen you are so sexy….look how hard you have me already!”
“you ain’t see nothing yet, babe!”
Cully pushed me to the bed, opened the bag he had place there when he arrived. He opened a tube of lubricant and gently coated my hard throbbing cock. He told me that he wanted me to…
“lubricate my butt Cam. I need some heavy lubing to take your fat cock in me.”
When he felt me add a fourth finger to the ones stretching his hole he knew he was ready.
“now Cam….do it now…..put that big fat cock up my ass….I gotta have it in me….now!”
I lubed my cock one last time as Cully flipped onto his back.
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I want to watch your handsome face as you feed me your cock, Cam. I want you to take me and make me yours. I want you inside me Campbell, I need you to cum in me. Make me yours Cam, take me.”
I knee walked into position as Cully guided my hard cock to his opening.
“Do me…Campbell…do me.”
I gently pushed as Cully pulled on the back of my thighs, when my cock popped through his anal ring I stopped as pain flashed across Cullen’s face.
“on no, I’m hurting you, I’ll take it out”
“NO…NO.. stay in, this will pass. just stay in me, please..try to hold it still….come here babe, kiss me, ooohhh yeah, no one has ever kissed me like you do, you’re so sexy Cam …oh babe, see, it already feels better… push in slowly now….0h god, you’re big…I love it …you’re filling me up…oh Cam! You’re inside me…..Cam…..oh!” Harder Cam, harder.”
I was startled as I slid my cock into the blast furnace heat that was Cullen’s butt. So hot, so tight.. the head of my cock tingled with unknown sensations and I sank into the depths of Cully’s butt. I watched Cullen’s face as the grimace of pain eased into a look of surprise and then pure pleasure. When I ground my cock into his groin Cully’s eyes flew open in triumph.
“YOUR MINE CAM! …you’re inside me…. I have you now….fuck me Campbell, fuck me good, ride my hot butt…it’s yours…take it…fuck..Cam! do it. oh, oh harder do it harder oh yes… yes …your so good…so full…fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck me please. Oh yeah that’s it…ride me Cam….ride Cully, ride me hard!…big cock … give me your big cock, deeper..oh. Harder, FUCK ME, HARD, that’s it, do it,”
I had never experienced any feelings like this, Cullen’s complete surrender to my cock inside him drove me to fuck him faster, harder…how could anything be this good….Cullen’s ass was insatiable the deeper I drove in, the more cock that ass wanted from me. I looked into Cully’s eyes, they were beginning to get a glazed look, the pleasure had taken him to another place…his only thought was getting more of my cock deeper inside his ass.
“CAMPBELL..I’m gonna cum…..cum with me..Cam I’m gonna shoot….fill me up CAM .. CAMPBELL!!! oh god CAM! uuunnnggghhh! ”
Then it happened, I rushed headlong toward orgasm and joined Cullen at the brink. Our ejaculations were nanoseconds apart.
“Oh Babe, I’m gonna shoot with you..Cully, here it comes, I’m cumming too. Oh Babe, oh my god Cullen..so good..Cully…oh Cully…ooohhh!
I woke atop Cullen’s chest and gently slid off onto my side and lay there looking at his handsome face, waiting for him to open his eyes.
“I must be dreaming. I’m afraid to open my eyes, afraid I’ll wake and this was just a dream. Who knew that Campbell Dalton was so fucking hot and such a lover!”
“Cullen, I’m right here beside you, you’re not dreaming.”
“Yes I am…real life can’t be as good as this …don’t make me wake up…”
“Okay, Cully, you sleep and dream….I’ll just go find some who’s awake to kiss and hug and make love too. Have a good nap babe.”
That did it, Cully’s arms wrapped him in a hug and his eyes flew open wide….
“you’re a mean little shit….you’d leave me here in your bed and go find someone else to play with!”
“No, I didn’t budge an inch but I got those beautiful eyes open, didn’t I? You were right you know Cully.”
“about what Cam?”
“we’re gonna have to do that again tonight! You think there’s any possibility I could get you to do that to me Cully?”
“yes Cam, whenever you’re ready, I will.”
I stood and pulled Cullen with me as we headed for the shower.
“This morning after you left I was in the shower thinking how much fun we could have in here together. Come on in and play with me Cully.”
We stood under the water, Cully in front with my arms wrapped around him…we each soaped and stoked the others body, taking care not to spend too much time on the cocks and balls saving that for another shower. Now was all about getting prepared for my first time being fucked.
“this feels good but we need to clean up and get out before you get all pruny and ugly.” Cully said.
“what… you wont fuck me if I’m pruny and ugly? Jeez Cullen, that’s just plain cold”
“you better hurry up and get out of here before I fuck you standing up against that wall. Oh Cam…just so you’ll know, I don’t kiss pruny, ugly men!”
“That did it, I’m outta here Cully, come on .”
As we dried off, I kept sneaking glances at Cullen, we were becoming friends on top of the fantastic sex,..er..love making. Also I just liked looking at him, he’s a handsome fucker but he doesn’t act like he knows it, and it doesn’t take long to get me stiff just looking at that body and face…he is one seriously hot, sexy stud!….WOOF…indeed.
I finished first and ran to the bed and laid down after drying off. Naked and atop the bed covers. When he came out of the bathroom he stopped and just stared mouth agape at my lying there for him. I hoped I looked even half as sexy as he did to me. I gave him a smile and held my arms open for him. As he neared the bed I reached out and pulled him onto my chest, pinning him there..
“Cullen, I’m not letting you up until you kiss this pruny, ugly man..”
His smile slowly faded into a very serious look as his eyes searched mine, looking at me intently, then his lips gently touched mine in a soul searing, emotionally charged kiss. My body betrayed me and I trembled as goose bumps ran over my flesh. He had a knowing little smile as he saw my body react to his kiss.
“you’re a sexy man Campbell Dalton, a wonderful, handsome, sexy, hunk of man.”
“Can’t help it Cully, your kisses make me crazy, make me do things I never dreamed of. You’re the sexy one to me. When you’re ready I need to feel you inside me. I want you to feel like I did when you gave yourself to me. You were in my power, completely giving yourself over to me, but at the same time you were my most treasured possession and I felt the need to protect and shelter you, and love you. You were totally mine. It was so awesome.”
As we lay there, him on my chest my arms around him I felt more content, more satisfied than at anytime I could remember. I was lost in my thoughts of him and how he made me feel when the ringing of Cully’s phone startled us. He got up, dug it out of his jeans and flipped it open… “it’s my Dad..I better take it…”
“Cullen said ‘Hi Dad!’ then his face paled and he looked strickened….I’m on my way Dad…I’ll be there as soon as I can…”
“Oh god, Cam…it’s my Mom….heart attack… Dad’s with her at the ICU..I’ve got to go home. Right now!”
Cully was from Louisville, Ky. about a three hour drive. He was so shaken I knew he shouldn’t go alone.
“Let’s get dressed, you run up to your room grab what you need and come back here. I’m driving you home…no arguments…Cully…you can’t make this trip alone. That’s final!”
Cully started to the door but turned and swept me in to a tight hug to his body…
“Thank you Campbell….I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”
I grabbed my shaving gear, clean shorts an extra pair of Jeans and a couple of pull over shirts and was waiting with the door open when Cully returned. On the way to the car I ran down my mental check list with him and he seemed to have what he needed.
In less than 20 minutes after he got the call we were on I-65 headed north. He was quiet, I figured he was scared out of his mind. I tried to get him talking about her and the good times to take his mind off the situation. The traffic was brisk but moving well about 10 miles over the 65 MPH speed limit. In about and hour we drove through Bowling Green and kept on heading north.
Cully talked to his Dad twice while we were on the road and he knew that his Mom was now stable, talking and in good spirits which let my Cully come back to me. He was his old self, smiling, watching me and even held my hand for a long time. I couldn’t let him know that I had been driving for two hours with the boner from hell. So hard it ached. We pulled into a rest area for a stretch and pee break and I got to rearrange my self and the boner was ebbing away. When we were on the road again Cully asked.
“did that trucker back there give you that boner, Campbell?”
“No, as a matter of fact you’re responsible for it. I’ve had it for over two hours, just being with you this long without touching or kissing. I’ve got to teach it how to behave when we’re not in the bedroom. When you’re around it only knows to be “hard as stone”.
He reached over into my lap…
“I can fix this for you..just let the seat back a bit and let me love on you a while Cam.”
“No, no, no…not in the dark..too dangerous. You know how you affect me Cullen. I could run off the road, or wreck us…and you might bite it off!. Then you would leave me, alone and dickless..I can’t take that chance Cullen, I could handle being dickless but I’m not sure if I would survive without you.”
When I looked at him he had the most astonished look on his face, mouth agape, eyes wide open.
“Campbell…do you realize what you just said?”
“oops, sorry, I shouldn’t have blurted that out here on the highway…it’s just….well…you get to me Cully…make me do and say the damnedest things. Do you have any idea just how much I care for you Cullen?
He grabbed my hand in both his and squeezed it tightly, I saw him swallow hard a time or two before he spoke.
“yes, I think I do now. I think do Campbell.”
We rode on silent for a while still holding hands. As we neared the city he called his Dad again and asked what exit to take and found out that his Mom had been moved to a private room out of the ICU. He was visibly relieved.
Having never met his parents, I stayed in the waiting room while he went to his Mom. About 15 minutes later Cully and his Dad; it had to be his Dad, they looked so much alike, came to me. Cully introduced his Dad as we shook hands and his Dad thanked me for driving Cullen home. They both pulled me with them saying his Mom wanted to meet me too. I reluctantly went along. As I neared her bed his Mom opened both arms and pulled me into a hug.
“Thank you Campbell for looking out for my son. Cullen can get too excited sometimes and I was so relieved when his father told me that a friend was driving him up here. You’re a good friend Campbell Dalton. I want her number so I can call you mother and tell her what her son has done.”
I was beet red from blushing, I felt the heat in my face. I looked over at Cully pleadingly…
“might as well give her the number now, Cam. she’s going to get it one way or the other. I’ve seen her work a week to get a phone number she wanted.”
He held out his hand for my phone…
“just press 101, she’s on speed dial”
As she dialed I excused myself, I couldn’t stand here and listen to her brag about me to my Mom. Cully stepped out with me, his hand on my shoulder.
“Thanks…Dad told me she had been wanting to talk to your Mom ever since she learned you were driving me here. She’s always done this to my friends. If anyone is nice to me she has to tell their Mom about it. Oh, by the way, they know I’m gay and Dad’s already asked if you were “my young man”…I told him no, but I sure was hoped you would be some day.”
I know I turned crimson again. He was almost laughing at my how red I had become in my embarrassment. I smiled at him, took a deep breath, look into his eyes and said…
“Okay then, Cullen. Let’s go back in there and tell them the truth .”
“the truth? what are you talking about Cam?”
“The truth Cullen ..that yes, I am your young man!”
“What…you can’t mean that, Cam.”
“Oh but I do meant it Cully. I’m certain of it. I know it’s sudden, but the way you’ve made me feel for the past 36 hours, I just know… this hasn’t happened to me before, how am I to know if it would ever again…I’m not throwing what we have away. I’m certain it’s more than just sex…..like you said that first night…we have a connection that makes us more than just the two of us…when you’re ready…I’ll be waiting… I’ve fallen for you head over heels …Babe!”
Right there in the corridor outside her room Cullen hugged me and kissed me…
“I fell for you Friday night. I’m ready now Campbell, I want to be with you.”
Beaming like the Cheshire Cat we entered the room. His Mom was saying…
“here he is..you want to speak to him…just a sec…” as she handed me my phone.
“Hi Mom, how’s Dad? Great.. yes Ma’am I know, yes Ma’am, sure, okay, yes Ma’am…tell Dad I love him, love you, yes Ma’am I will. Bye.”
Cullen and his Dad both laughed, his Mom shot them her ‘one raised eyebrow’ look.
“sounds just like a call to my Mom, verbatim” his Dad said,
“me too” said Cully
“Don’t you two make fun of Campbell being a good son, talking politely with his mother. He said he loved them too…did you hear that Cullen!”
“MOM!… I always tell you guys I love you.”
“I know son, I just want you know that others do it too” she said.
“Now, what’s going on…you two looked like the cat that ate the canary when you walked in just now, what gives? Talk to your mother Cullen.”
“MOM! Not now, okay….!”
“Cully let me. I’ll tell them, I really don’t mind and I’m about to burst wanting to tell somebody!…Mrs. Fortson, Mr. Fortson….I just told Cullen out in the hall that I wanted to be his boyfriend. I guess we’re officially dating, that’s what the big smiles were about.”
Both of his parents broke into smiles….his Dad shook my hand and patted me on the back and his Mom opened her arms for hugs. First me then her son.
“I must say Cullen that you’ve matured and have finally developed good taste. That school has been good for you. This is a fine young man here, you treat him right, you hear me?” she said.
“yes ma’am, I hear you and I surely will treat him right.”
Mr. Fortson pulled Cullen into a bear hug and I heard him whisper….
“I really like him son. I’m happy for you.”
We left to go eat soon after and returned to give Mr. Fortson a brief break. He planned to sleep there in her room tonight so Cully and I would be in the house alone. On the way to his home he had me stop and he ran into a drugstore and back out quickly. I guess my look made him say…
“I had to get some supplies for tonight. We have unfinished business in the bedroom if you remember.”
“wow, we’re gonna do it at your folks house?! That’s kinda hot Cully!”
“Now that you are officially my boyfriend I think there’s going to be a lot of things that are hot going on. By the way, the way you took over and told my folks about us was so cool. You earned points big time with both Mom and Dad not to mention how great it made me feel.”
“Dad wants us to go on back to school, she’s due to discharged on Tuesday if all goes well and they don’t throw her out early for bossing the nurses around. He said he’s taking some time off to be with her and that they’ll be fine. So we can leave in the afternoon, Okay.”
“Sure, sounds like a plan babe.”
Cully gave good directions and we pulled into their drive in just a few minutes. Inside we both wanted a shower so we ran upstairs and Cully showed me his room. He turned and kissed me with all the heat he had, my knees were weak. We fell onto his bed and made out like high school kids.
It was just after 7 p.m. and I suggested that we take his Dad a good meal, the food in hospital cafeterias is the pits, everywhere. We went to the kitchen and found fresh leftovers that looked very good and we took enough for his Mom to have a few bites too.
His Mom and Dad were surprised when we walked into the room and his Dad gave me a look of thanks for bringing the food. We sat and chatted for about 30 minutes and then went back to the house.
This time we did make it to the shower and I told him that I was going to get pruny and ugly as Cully called it. He kidded me about it and I told him I was just picking up where we left off in Nashville.
“Okay but let’s skip the pruny part, it takes to long, you can get pruny after I fuck your perfect little round ass”.
As we stood there drying off Cullen was watching me, I could see his cock harden as he watched. It was amazing seeing it rise to its full nine plus thick inches and point to the ceiling.
“Campbell, you really don’t have a clue as to what a gorgeous sexy hunk of man flesh you are, do you!”
“Nah..I bet you say that to all the guys your about to fuck Cully”
“that’s really a true statement Cam. Since you’ll be my first!”
And only I hope; I said to myself. to him I said…
“All I know is the most handsome man I’ve ever known wants to be with me, Cullen Fortson! That’s an incredible feeling itself. Not only is he the most handsome, he has a body that can make grown men cry, and a cock to rival a stallion. And he’s promised to stick in me tonight.”
“Come to bed Campbell, I need to love on you now.”
Cully was so gentle with me, everything he did was planned to insure that I got the utmost pleasure from his touch. He began a massage starting with my shoulders, by the time he had a hand on each cheek of my ass I was moaning and panting with desire. I raised up onto my knees and laid my chest on the bed as be began to tongue and lick my ass.
Following his tongue, I felt his finger applying the cool lube to my anus. Slowly he pushed and probed and finally a finger slowly entered my bowels. More lube, more fingers, more moaning from me. With four fingers pistoning in my ass I knew it was time. I turned to my back and lifted my legs holding them to my chest. More lube for his cock, more for my ass. He stuck the tube into my opening and squeezed a generous dollop into me then leaned in to kiss me.
“Cam…push on my thighs to get me to stop, pull on them to get going into you again, say stop and I’ll pull out, Okay.”
I nodded, apprehensive of what was to come. Cully kissed me, rubbing my skin, saying sweet things in my ear, nibbling my neck, all designed to get me to relax. Having him hover over me closely I felt the sensuous tickle of his hairy body just before our skin met. That felt so good and made me eager to have him on me, in me.
In the midst of his talk and touching his hips pushed and the head of his cock slipped past my anal ring. The pain was intense and my body went rigid but his stroking, kissing and hugging soon had me wanting him deeper into me as I pulled on his thighs. There was pain but there was pleasure too, an overwhelming fullness that almost equalized the pain.
As Cam pulled me deeper into him the amazing heat inside his body was unexpected. The head of my cock was assaulted with new sensations that made me wild with desire. I watched Campbell’s face as my cock continued the long slow slide into his bowels. I could see the pleasure winning out over the initial pain. I ground my groin into his pubes his eyes opened, awe and wonder crossed his face, then a low sensual moan escaped from within him. He was pulling harder on the backs of my thighs.
A man’s sexual pleasure has no boundaries. It doesn’t matter how deep, how hard, how intense the penetration, it is never enough.
Cully shiftd positions and there was a new feeling and I was confused as I felt these new sensations that made my cock pulse and throb. Cully was stroking against my prostate gland with every thrust and retraction of his cock. I gave vent to jagged, soulful grunts and began to ride on his hard cock. I sighed, I moaned and yelled…
“that’s it Cully fuck me, oh god yeah, what a feeling..fuck me Cullen fuck me, fuck me oh. FUCK ME, come on Cully, we’re gonna cum, come on..CULLEN, CUM WITH ME CULLEN,..OH BABE OH.”
As Campbell called my name it happened, with one violent thrust we both went over the edge. Cams legs and body went rigid and I ground as hard as I could into his pelvic bone, burying every centimeter of my cock as deep into him as I could get.
“CULLEN I feel your cum in me, I feel every drop ohmigawd…I”M CUMMING, CULLY…OH GOD… CULLY OH…OH… FUCK ME CULLEN…OH Oh oh god! Oh Cully, oh Baby, my Cully…hold me Cully. hold me…oh man…ummmm…you’re mine baby…your mine
We lay there, Cully slid from atop my chest to lie beside me, both of us gasping for air and stupefied by the intense emotional and sexual orgasm. Neither of us could remember words let alone speak them. As the burn gradually left our lungs we moved and held each other, knowing that we would slowly drift back to reality together.
Finally I opened my eyes and lay there just looking at Cullen. His breathing was back to normal, his eyes were still closed and there was a little smile on his face. The orgasm we had just experienced was so full of emotion in addition to the sexual satisfaction. Cully stirred in my arms and settled back closer than before, his eyes opened and he gave me a big smile then said…
“told ya so, didn’t I”
“you just said I’d like it, you didn’t mention that it’s like the best feeling in the world ever.”
“so Campbell, do you think you’ll want to do that again sometime?”
“oh, I don’t know Cully…finding someone else who would want to do this may take a while. It could be a long time before I get to do this again.”
Cully bolted upright into sitting position..
“listen you shit…you’d better be joking or you can leave right now.”
“Whoa…calm down Cully…I’m teasing you babe. You know you’re the one. You do know that, right. You know that you are the one guy for me, right Cullen?”
“See what you do to me Cam…those eyes scramble my brain…yes I know…I know you make me crazy. I know making love with you is so far beyond anything I’ve ever known that is scares the hell out of me. I know that we could be falling in love with each other and that really scares me and thrills me all at the same time. I know that this weekend with you has been what I dreamed of when I thought about my life, about meeting the one perfect person that would fulfill all my dreams and fantasies. I know I want the ‘happily ever after’ story for us.”
“Yes, babe I know you do, I want all those things too, and with you. And we will have them Cullen, we will have them all. Isn’t it strange that you can know someone for years and never really know them. And how weird is the way we finally got together. It’s all part of some master plan. I know without a doubt that you and I were meant to be together. I know I have found my one true love. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him gently, tenderly…
“I love you Cullen. With all me heart and soul I truly do love you.”
Cullen had a look of disbelief on his handsome face…
“this is really happening… Oh Campbell, me too, I truly do love you, you’ve captured my heart in just three days. Now we’ll have a lifetime to be together and to love each other. We’re in love!”
It is getting late Cully, we need to sleep now, We’ve got to drive back to school in a little while. Are you going to stay with me until we find a little place off campus, please say yes.”
“We’ll see, I may have other offers you know.”
“Okay, now who’s the shit! We’re getting a place together. That’s final too. Other offers, huh.. over my dead body!”
Sunday afternoon was a beautiful day for our drive back to school. Blue skies, puffy white clouds and Cullen by my side. We had visited with his Mom and Dad, sent his Dad home for a shower and change of clothes. And soon after his Dad returned we hit the road.
Once back in Nashville, we stopped to eat and then went back to Campus. We both needed to do some laundry and had reading to catch up on. We sat in the Laundromat reading. Sitting there side by side, studying was no problem, but let one of us get out of sight and the other couldn’t concentrate on the book at all. We hoped that this would get better the longer we were together. The laundry was finished, folded and on hangers and we went back to my dorm. With everything put away we stood looking at each other.
I laid down on the bed and held out my hand to pull him in with me. We lay there, fully clothed, just touching, feeling good just being together. We showered and went to bed a little after 8 p.m.. We were tired but not so tired as to skip what had become our favorite thing to do. I moved to caress and kiss Cullen all over.
I was slow and gentle, wanting to make love to him more sensually, not so frantic and desperate as our first times were. This was a familiar love making. I knew what he wanted now and I loved doing it for him. I marveled at his body and that magnificent cock that I could do with as I pleased. With lots of lube covering his cock and more in and on my ass I straddled his hips and slowly guided his cock into my ass.
It took a full five minutes before I ground my butt into his pubic hair. At last I had all of him in me. Deep with in me. I bent forward and pulled his head up until my tongue entered his mouth. After a long kiss I sat up and began to ride that wonderful cock. I don’t know which of us got more pleasure from my riding that hard flesh. I began to circle my hips as I ground to his pelvic bone, wanting more cock inside me.
New sensations surged through my body. This was different and I loved it. Cully was thrusting up to get it all in me. throwing his cock at me. Thrusting, stabbing, grinding, thrilling me to new heights.
All to soon I felt my testicles tighten and rise up readying to shoot onto Cully’s chest and stomach. His moans became whimpers and he neared the edge. I was almost wild, bucking and riding that hard cock, grinding as hard as I could, I couldn’t wait any longer, semen shot out of my cock in a long continuous stream covering his stomach and chest and then I felt his cum spray the walls of my rectum and I shot more cum onto him. He filled my ass with his sperm, it was running out of me and down his shaft and onto his testicles.
I fell forward onto his chest, still impaled on that thick column of man meat. I now knew what it meant to be thoroughly, fucked. There was an ache in my ass and testicles that would be with me for a day or two. Every time I felt that ache it brought a smile to my face. He had fucked me so well!
The semester seemed to fly by and it was exam time. Cully and I had finally found our groove for studying. We sat opposite each other at the desk in our room and let our legs and feet do the touching. We were both good students and when grades were posted we were both near the top of the class.
We already had an off campus apartment rented for next semester and our senior year. Some of our mutual friends were surprised when Cullen and I roomed together. We both told our friends that we found out that we were compatible and were both good students and neither wanted the distraction of a party guy for our last year roommate. Whether they bought it or not, I didn’t care. A few of them could handle the fact that we were lovers, a few couldn’t so we just let it be.
‘Those who mind don’t matter, those who matter don’t mind.’ I thought to my self. I couldn’t remember where I had heard it before.
With summer coming up we were concerned about being separated by the necessity of having to find summer jobs. Mr. Fortson, Cully’s Dad called in a couple of favors and goth both of us summer jobs at Churchill Downs Racetrack. We worked with the maintenance crews doing repairs, painting, and what ever else was needed. Making the deal even sweeter, the Fortson’s let us have the apartment over their garage for the summer rent free. Plus we ate his Mom’s home cooking nearly every night. I saw more of my brother Corty that summer than I had in three years. He loved going to the races and he thought Cullen and his folks hung the moon. They really got along great. He told me once that I had hit the jackpot as far as my life partner was concerned.
Thanks to Cully’s Dad we each made $6,000.00 in
3 months with some overtime work just before the Derby and near the end of the meet. That more than took care of our housing and food expenses for the year. Our new home was a small stone Guesthouse in Hillsboro Village. Very private and within walking distance to school, perfect for two intimate roommates.
Our landlady, Gretta Asher, was a widow who thought we were just the sweetest two young men she had ever seen. We did her yard work for her in exchange for lower rent and at least twice a week there would be freshly baked cookies, a cake, or a pie setting on the stoop as a gift from her. She also liked to have us come to dinner at her house. Cullen found out that she didn’t cook for just herself and went out to eat a lot. He loved to cook and soon she was eating with us almost every night. She dearly loved our company and we kept her from being too lonely. One night as we lay in bed, Cully propped up on an elbow and asked…
Lauren was on day five of her ritual. It was October and unseasonably cool as she walked back to her dorm from the library. She could feel the pressure inside her, a gentle push, a gentle reminder. This would be her first time doing the ritual since starting college that August. She was 19, slim, somewhat plain of features with the exception of incredibly beautiful white skin, the color of milk. She had kept her blond hair shoulder length and straight since high school and tended to dress rather conservatively for her generation, preferring skirts and tops that her peers may have considered a bit librarian-ish. She always wore bulky clothes during the ritual, favoring a dark sweater and sweat pants.
There were a few students sitting outside the dorm building as she approached, smoking cigarettes and talking. She avoiding making eye contact and quickly maneuvered past sitting and standing students, showed her ID to the desk as she entered, and headed toward her room.
Lauren was somewhat fortunate in that her roommate had already dropped out and moved on. Her previous roommate, Amanda, had gone a little crazy during the beginning of the semester. Amanda had thrown herself full force into partying, started missing classes, and by the end of September found herself hospitalized for alcohol poisoning after a frat party. Amanda’s parents came that weekend and took her home. So Lauren had her room to herself.
She entered the hall and moved toward the end where her room was. A few girls were bullshitting in the hallway and some looked over to acknowledge Lauren as she passed. She hadn’t made many friends yet. Lauren never really partied in high school, though not because of lack of desire. Her parents were fairly strict and Lauren never really knew anyone in the “party crowd” to get involved with. Everyone seemed to party at college. She’d been to a few parties with Amanda before she left school, had a few drinks, smoked a few cigarettes, but she really didn’t understand the appeal of the whole thing. There was a buzz on campus that started on Thursday and culminated in Friday night take-it-to-the-next-level boozing and drugging that left the campus completely dead on Saturday mornings and early afternoons. Lauren felt apart from it all somehow. All the girls on her hall seemed to go out every night and she hadn’t really had a chance to get close to anyone.
She entered her room, turned on the lights, got her iPod stereo going (a random playlist of pop stars of the last few years) and laid down. She could feel the pressure in her bowels. Sometimes she could even convince herself that she felt it getting bigger moment by moment. She gently rubbed her belly through her shirt. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. She squeezed her anus tightly.
The ritual started in high school. Lauren wouldn’t shit for six days. At first, Lauren would almost be staggering in pain by the sixth day. She would be incredibly uncomfortable, dressing in bulky sweaters for those last few days, and think constantly of what was inside her. It was incredibly difficult to resist the urge to evacuate her bowels by day four. She’d feel the urge to go come on suddenly and powerfully and would have to strain with all her might to hold it in. She’d had a few accidents but had gotten much better over the years. The ritual had been modified over time as well. She now managed her diet during the six days consuming massive amounts of fiber and little to no water. On day six she would drink a bottle of Milk of Magnesia and that night would erupt.
Lauren dazed up at the ceiling while absentmindedly stroking her stomach. She could feel the shit inside her, she could feel the urge to make shit, she could feel the weight of it pushing on her colon. She could resist it. She had been worried about what might come of the ritual when she left for college but Amanda unexpected departure allowed Lauren the kind of privacy she needed.
The other problem that prevented her from performing the ritual was the set-up of the dorm – this particular building had group bathrooms for every hall. Lauren had considered either waiting until late at night or doing it in her room. She settled for doing it in her room as she was absolutely terrified of the possibility of being found out if she did it in the bathroom. She would have to push the waste down the sink afterward and make sure the odor was taken care of, but she felt pretty confident that if she waited until the early morning all the other girls would be asleep.
Lauren got up, undressed, checked her email, and went to bed.
Today was the day. She felt very uncomfortable and decided to skip her morning classes. When she showered that morning she gently and lovingly stroked her stomach, amazed as she always was with the pot belly that she had developed in six short days. She had a little difficulty walking and hoped no one would notice – the sense of discomfort was quickly escalating to pain. She sat, naked, freshly showered on her bed in her room considering whether or not she should go to her afternoon class, distractedly and gently rubbing her thighs and pussy.
She eventually decided she wouldn’t go, composed an email to her professors telling them she was sick, put on her sweats, and laid down to watch TV. Despite the pain in her bowels she drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later she woke up when someone knocked on her door. There was a moment of horror and surprise, quickly followed by composure.
“Hello?” Lauren asked from her bed.
“Hey Lauren, it’s Jake. You weren’t in class today – thought I’d drop the notes off.”
Lauren sighed softly. Jake had been trying hard since the semester had started. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, but that was also just it, she didn’t really find anything particularly attractive about him. She got up slowly from the bed, feeling the flares of pressure and pain deep her bowels. For a split second there was a moment of absolute terror as Lauren felt a sudden and powerful push from her insides. She could feel the shit on the other side of her anus, pushing, demanding to be let out. Normally she’d totally focus on the sensation (as it was best on day six, reaching an almost unbearable intensity) of pain and discomfort and think about the waste struggling to get out, that which was part of her but not her, and would feel pleasure on the edge of the constipation induced pain. Her eyes widened, she steadied herself, and the sensation passed.
She opened the door. Jake stood smiling and handed her a few notebook pages.
“Are you ok?” Jake asked. “Heard there’s a stomach flu or something running through the dorms.”
“Uh, yeah,” Lauren said, looking away, “Just feeling blah today. I’m ok. Thanks for the notes, I’ll bring them to class after I copy them.”
Jake kinda forced himself in her room and she shut the door after him. He sat down on the mattress that used to be Amanda’s and tossed his book bag in the corner.
“Dude, Patterson’s class this morning was bullshit anyway, he just gets up there and babbles on and on about his stupid stories, you didn’t miss anything. Are you going out tonight?” Jake asked.
At Lauren’s school people were very likely to go out drinking even if they had been sick all day. Everyone else seemed to experience this excitement that pushed them, body and mind, to throw themselves in to the college experience. Lauren was somewhat mystified by it.
“No, probably not,” she responded, slowly sitting down on her bed opposite Jake. “I’m trying to not spend too much money this month.” That was one of the only excuses that the partiers would accept for staying in on a Thursday night.
“Yeah, heard that,” Jake said. “Did you hear about what happened to Preston and Frank last night?” Without waiting for Lauren to respond he started telling her.
Lauren zoned out a bit. He did this often, telling her stories about other people she didn’t know and didn’t care to. She wasn’t sure what she could do without being rude or mean to get Jake to leave her be. Suddenly and without any warning she felt it come on. The pressure rose from the background with a fury and Lauren suddenly felt her anus struggling to stay closed. She gasped despite herself and groaned softly.
Jake stopped and looked over at her.
“What’s up? Are you OK?” He looked over nervously. She felt her eyes tearing up against the monumental effort required to hold her anus closed. She groaned softly, again despite herself, and looked up.
“Please, you need to leave, please..” she started.
“Are you ok?” Jake said, his eyes becoming more and more concerned.
It was becoming unbearable. She couldn’t hold it, she strained against it, it was so painful. The effort required to keep her ass closed was incredible.
“Please…” she gasped. “Jake get the fuck out.”
Jake stood and moved to her bed.
“What’s up? Do I need to call a doctor?”
“Jake, get the fuck away!” she shrieked as he sat on her bed.
She felt it. It was like her anus just caved in. She felt it open, and all the while straining with all her might to stop it, she felt it, warm, slide out into her sweat pants. She groaned, closed her eyes, in rapture, and let go. The shit came in waves and didn’t seem to stop, like a single unbroken log being pushed into her underwear. She convulsed and inadvertently pushed harder, moaning, feeling the wet warmth against her thighs, her pussy, the sensation of her anus obliterated as she only felt the shit. She couldn’t stop now that she had started.
Jake stared at her.
“What the fuck?”
“Please,” she gasped. “Please leave, now, please leave now.” She heard herself and she sounded hysterical. She couldn’t stop. The smell started. She closed her eyes and pushed.
Jake jumped off her bed. She could hear him, but it was on the periphery, she relaxed her anus entirely and gave herself over to the sensation, feeling the shit thundering past her anus, moaning now turning to screaming. She tried to pull her sweats and underwear down but couldn’t fuly concentrate with the pleasure. It kept coming and coming, six days worth, filling her pants.
There was a break and suddenly she was aware of Jake again. She slowly opened her eyes, panting now, covered in sweat, the smell unavoidable. Jake stood by her computer, eyes wide, staring.
“What happened? What is that smell?”
“Jake, please leave,” she started to cry. The shit started seeping through her sweats, the smell was becoming unbearable and incredibly obvious.
He stared at her. She was sitting on her bed, drenched in sweat, her legs somewhat spread, a stain on her pants. The smell was horrible. He couldn’t believe this was happening. She sat crying.
She was crying in shame and humiliation but even now she couldn’t stop herself. She reached down and started pulling off her pants and underwear. There was shit everywhere, getting on her comforter, dripping on the floor. She stood with her underwear and pants around her ankles, shit smeared on the inside of her thighs, against her pussy, she could feel it clinging to her ass, dripping from her ass crack. Her anus closed slowly and painfully, pushing the last of it, a fully formed lump, out and onto the floor of her dorm room. She took off her sweater and kicked off her underwear, standing naked and clad in shit next to her bed. She couldn’t make eye contact with Jake and turned around, crying.
He stared at her naked from behind. Her ass was covered with shit and the smell was horrible. The whole room suddenly felt very warm, like a jungle. There was a mound of waste coming out of the small pile of clothes on the floor, shit piled in a short stack on the bed. She was crying. As he stood silent and amazed, Lauren reached around and put her hands on her ass cheeks, gently smearing the shit. The touch, the smell, the feeling of dirty shit clinging to her ass, her thighs, filthy shit on her pussy, the wrenched stink – all of it, together, she couldn’t help herself, and felt her pussy warming. She moaned, softly, and still standing with her back to Jake, pulled her ass cheeks apart, slowly bent slightly forward and pushed. Liquid shit rushed out in a spurt, spraying on the floor, down her thighs, covering the thicker shit already there. She groaned.
There was silence. Jake stood staring, unbelieving, his mouth open with disbelief. Lauren stood up straight but did not turn around. She could hear him breathing. She inhaled, deeply, slowly, and gently started to rub her breasts, smearing her beautiful white skin with shit. She ran her hands down her stomach, feeling the tightness there that replaced the pot belly she had only ten minutes ago. Her anus felt on fire, she could feel it quivering slightly, a bit of diarrhea slowly dripping out and her pussy felt wet from the inside. She concentrated on the sensation of the warm shit on her pussy lips and smeared some into her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. The smell was overwhelming, disgusting, and in a sudden moment of clarity she wondered if the smell was obvious from the hallway. She gasped, held her arms at her sides. Oh, god, no, no, no, what have I done! She heard Jake clear his throat behind her.
Jake moved slowly to pick up his book bag. He looked at Lauren, naked, dripping with sweat and shit, her back to him, grabbed his bag and moved to the door. Lauren, still facing away, said nothing. He quickly opened the door and left.
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The cleanup was horrendous. She hadn’t had time to properly gather her cleaning supplies and set up beforehand. Her bedspread, sheets, and comforter were all ruined. As were her sweats and underwear. The shear volume of shit was also a problem – how could she transport it out of her room without anyone seeing or smell it? Then there was Jake.
She waited until midnight. At midnight all the girls that were going out were out and all the girls that were staying in were in. There was a window from midnight until about 2 AM during which time few if any students would be in the hallways of the dorms. She would of course have to be careful about girls headed to the bathroom.
It took almost two hours of carefully carrying trash bags downstairs and out to the dumpsters while avoiding other students, security guards, and randoms. She spent the next two hours carefully cleaning and sanitizing her room. Luckily the shit hadn’t penetrated through to the mattress, which was a good thing as she knew she’d have to explain if she tried to get a new one. At about 4 AM she deposited the last trash bag, got a shower, remade her bed, and fell asleep.
She laid in bed until noon. She stared at the ceiling and listened to her music. She was both angry at herself for ruining the ritual and humiliated that Jake was witness to her filth. She wasn’t so much worried about Jake telling other people – she suspected he wouldn’t and felt pretty confident that few if any people would believe him if he did – she was upset and somewhat mystified at her behavior. The ritual was personal, it was private, it was for her and no one else. And now it was ruined. What really bothered her, though, was that she performed for him after it all started, performed for him despite herself.
At noon she heard a knock followed by Maureen’s voice inviting her to eat lunch. Maureen lived on the hall, was nice enough, though a bit obsessed with joining a sorority for Lauren’s taste, and always wanted to get a group together for lunch. Lauren accepted.
She ate with Maureen and her friend Alison. Lauren found Alison, who lived on the hall as well, incredibly irritating but generally good natured. She lived for boys and was rumored to have already fucked a bakers dozen since August. The fraternity boys all seemed to know her on a first name basis. Lauren had never really talked to Alison on a meaningful level and didn’t care to. However, she and Maureen were decent company for lunch as they were up on the dorm gossip and felt it was their duty to make sure everyone else was too.
After about an hour of discussing the week’s hook-ups, both actual and rumored, Alison met Lauren’s gaze and out of nowhere asked:
“So, what’s up with Jake Henderson? I saw him leave your room yesterday with the weirdest look on his face. Are you guys dating? Are you guys fucking?” asked Alison. The way she said it suggested she had been waiting to ask since she first saw Lauren.
“There’s nothing going on, Alison, he was dropping off notes. I don’t like him like that.”
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Back in her room Lauren wondered about Jake. What did he think about what happened? Would he bring it up when they saw each other again? What should she say?
Maureen had convinced her to go out that night. Normally she probably would have stayed in on Friday night but she was feeling oddly trapped in her dorm room and didn’t want to spend the whole night there. She was also feeling pretty good from eating a lunch that wasn’t selected for its incredible fiber content. Her body felt relieved after the purging of shit. She loved that part of the ritual, that sense of being new somehow afterward, transformed by pushing out every gram of feces in her body, purified. She felt good.
She stared at her body naked in her mirror as she got ready. Turning to her side she observed her slimness restored, the pot belly completely gone, only a smooth stomach now. She turned again until her ass was facing the mirror before grabbing a smaller hand mirror and moving to the bed. Laying down she positioned the mirror so she could see her anus and vaginal lips. She stared for several minutes, gently flexing and unflexing her anus, softly rubbing her pussy, watching the juices slowly gather on the lips. With one hand she continued rubbing her pussy while with the other she started stroking her anus, slowly, in small circles, before wetting a finger in her mouth and slowly sliding it in her ass. With one finger in she flexed and unflexed her anus, watching it in the mirror. She pulled her finger out and examined it for any particles or colors and smiled when she judged it to be clean. She smelled her finger, smelled the gentle stink of her ass on her finger, that particular and peculiar smell that she loved over all others. She wondered if her ass smelled better than other people’s asses. It wasn’t that her ass smelled like roses – it smelled like ass and sweat and pussy – but it was like a pheromone or something designed specifically to arouse Lauren. It didn’t quite smell like shit but had its own unique stink. She would often penetrate her anus with her right middle finger (to the second joint, always) in the morning, carefully avoid washing it the rest of the day, and smell it inconspicuously throughout her day. The ritual was born out of the impossible fantasy of saturating herself completely with that smell.
Laying in bed, she put down the mirror and tried to stop thinking about Jake witnessing her the previous day. She found it to be difficult. She gave up and focused on continuing to get ready for that evening.
She was supposed to meet Maureen downstairs at 10 and had about fifteen minutes left by the time she had finished putting on her makeup. She was wearing a pink skirt an inch longer than any other skirt she knew she’d see at the party and a simple white blouse. She decided on her designer flips flips and her favorite purse. Checking herself out in the mirror she knew she was ready. She looked cute but conservative and secretly hoped she was boring enough to be able to blend in at the party.
The party sucked. It was at some frat guys house a few miles from campus. When they arrived it was already packed, the music was terribly loud, and they only served cheap beer. Lauren had trouble hearing Maureen over the music, refused to drink the beer, avoided talking to boys, and decided at midnight to walk back to campus alone. She spotted Maureen on the back deck making out with some random and decided that Maureen probably didn’t care if she left without telling her. She maneuvered through the crowd, pushed out the door, and started off down the street toward campus.
Sitting on the third floor balcony of my university gave me a confidence I had never felt anywhere else. Freshman year I had come up here during a formal event and watch the stars rotate until they dimmed away to the rising sun, and waves of students would spill out into the parking lot, many of which did nothing but rest up against the side of their truck and simply caress each other with their tongues. But watching that from up there, I felt like God.
That same day, Twenty minutes after everyone had left, I was waiting for my roommate, Kyle, watching for her on the balcony, and occasionally looking into the woods to check on Tam, my best friend. She was a player, and after the dance, she was the first out with a burly senior, his dirty blond hair drenched in sweat. He had her up on his waist, maneuvering his eyes around her face to get to his car, his tongue all the while slipping through her mouth like a probe. He reached his car and couldn’t manage to pull out his keys. He stepped forward into the woods, throwing Tam into the trees, and following after her.
Right after them came Paul, the captain of the swim team. I have been a straight man since, well, since forever, but the first time I questioned it, the first time I fantasized about a man putting his dick inside of me, it was with Paul.
I had imagined him coming up to me in the bathroom and tapping my shoulder. I turned, and he whispered into my ear, “I want to fuck you.” I watch him unbuckle his belt, and as I feel the tension of it taking too long, I reach for the zipper and snap it down, tearing the belt in half. He pulls off the jeans and grabs my hair. He jerks me towards his dick, the helmet of it hitting my teeth initially, but as I begin to taste it, my tongue flicking across the tip, his soft moans commencing, I begin to like the flavor.
I start small, taking it literally like a lollipop. I suck on it hard, stacking up the pressure, my tongue teasing the slit in his dick. Then, I pull it down through my throat. I can taste the chlorine on it, he’s just come back from a swim practice.
I start blowing him faster, more intensely. His moaning is loud, and he starts taking off his shirt. I run one of my hands up his chiseled abs, feeling every crevice, giving every muscle a story, feeling his entire front side. Then I take my other hand and slide it up his legs to his thick, red balls. I squeeze them gently, his moaning intensifying. Then I slide my hand under his arch and slowly take a finger, sliding it up into his muscular ass. He jumps at first, but upon my second re-entry, his moaning gets louder. I continue to blow him and finger him, his hands still tightly grappling my hair, pushing me back and forth, his waist jutting in and out.
“I’m, ah… I’m-!”
I begin to move back in anticipation of his ejaculation, but he throws me to the tiled floor of the bathroom before I can react. he quickly grabs the top and bottom of his balls, and with the other hand, grabs his cock, then pulls his waist in and stays there for a few seconds, his face showing so much pleasure, his muscles rippling in his stomach. Then he stops, a single drop of cum slipping off of his dick. He sighs, then looks up at me. “Time to fuck,” he says, then grabs my hair again. He pulls me up and begins to tear off my clothes, the takes anchor with my head once more.
Without aiming, without protection, and only with the lube of his spit, he throws me onto the floor and falls on me, his dick sliding up deep inside my ass. I scream in pain, wanting it to get out, but then it goes from a throbbing pain to a growing pleasure, and my scream transforms into a loud sex moan. He pulls out then does it again, and again, and again, all the while taunting me: “You like it like that don’t you bitch? You like riding my fucking dick.”
All I can reply is with a loud “Yes! Yeah! oh, yeah!”
For what seemed like a heavenly forever, he plows me in the bathroom, my knees scraping against the tiled floor. He reaches his arms around me and grabs my balls and dicks, then lifts me up until he is tilted back, then he drops me. I fall onto his dick and it shoots up inside of me faster and farther than before. We let out the same scream at the same time, but then he lets out a “Yes…” and I can feel something warm inside of me. He pulls out quickly and sprays his sperm across my body. I run to it and lick it off his dick, tasting Paul before the dream is gone.
When I saw Paul from up on the balcony, I only had one instinct: to run after him. I caught up with him in the parking lot, and after tapping his shoulder, he teetered to the left and right, then turned to me. He’s was drunk.
“Hey, kid, you want to give me a blow job?” his words slurred for so long that before he says blowjob, I screamed, “Yes!” then jump as I heard the end of the sentence, and then he grabbed me and brought me to his car.
We jumped inside, and he started to unzip his pants.
‘Here comes the monster.’ I thought, and I smiled widely.
The smile crashed into a frown as he pulled down his pants, and a four to five inch ERECT penis is sitting in his lap. I’m incredibly disappointed, but I do it anyways.
The blowjob is awkward, his dick in my mouth reminding me of the texture of a thin, small, glass bottle of coke with a condom slid over the top. After four minutes, I took my lips from his waist, and leaned up to ask, “You wanna fuck?”
“Who’s dick is bigger?” He replied.
Instantly, I pulled out my NON-erect six inches of meat, and he quickly leaned down to suck it. “Lets go do this,” he whispered to me, beer on his breath, and we left the car and fled into the woods.
One things was right about my dreams, at least: He had an amazing ass- inside and out.
I am grading papers when I look up to see Jasmine standing at the doorway of the classroom. I don’t know how long she had been standing there, but it is pretty obvious she wants to see me. I wave her in and she smiles as she nods, walking toward my desk.
“Mr. Thomas?” she says meekly.
“What can I help you with Jasmine?”
“Well, it’s about my report,” she says even more shyly. “I worked real hard on it and I was not expecting the grade I got.”
I look her over and smile. Here is a very bright and beautiful woman of twenty-four standing in front on me and at the moment all I can think about is having my cock in her. Pulling my head out of the gutter I say, “I was surprised with the paper myself, but you left out several, very important details of some of your points.”
“I tried really hard to relay that Mr. Thomas,” she pleads.
I know she tried hard and I feel bad for having to cut her grade shorter than any of her other works, but I just couldn’t play favorites. “This was different than your other papers and I could see you tried something a little different and harder. I graded you accordingly so that you could learn from it and improve yourself.”
“Is there something I can do to make up for it Mr. Thomas?” she asks politely.
“I don’t have anything for extra credit this late in the semester,” I reply.
“Are you sure?” she asks pulling at the hem of her shirt.
I swallow hard. Is this woman toying with me?
“Unless you have some idea then we can work something out,” I say testing the waters.
Jasmine smiles and pulls off her shirt, tossing it to the ground. She stands there with just her skirt and blue laced bra on. “What do you think Mr. Thomas?” she asks. “Will you take fucking my ass as extra credit?”
Once again I swallow hard. I can feel my cock harden and push against my pants. “Yes, I think we can do that,” I say.
Forgive me, I am weak I know, but when you have a twenty-four year old standing half naked in front of you, taking off her clothes, you don’t hesitate.
“Good,” she says unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor at her feet. “Are you ready for me Mr. Thomas?”
She walks around my desk and pushes me back in my chair before turning around and bending over the desk. I get up instantly and pull off her skirt then I run my tongue in small circles around her lower back before moving down her ass. I plant gentle kisses along her skin before running tongue along the fabric of her matching blue panties.
Jasmine moans quietly as my tongue traces its way along the crack of her firm ass. I take her panties and begin pulling them off, sliding them down her long, sexy legs. Then I lower my head and kiss the top of her ass crack. She lets out a soft moan as I drag my tongue down her ass crack and then back up.
Jasmine moves up onto the desk further onto her hands and knees. Then she lets her legs slide out, still bent at the knees, until she is practically doing the splits right there on my desk. It just makes her ass look even more irresistible. I run my tongue down her ass crack and onto her tight little hole.
“Mr. Thomas—” she starts to say, but is cut off when my tongue slips into her asshole. “Oh my god,” she moans instead.
I tease her a little, by licking around her tight little hole, driving her crazy.
“Don’t tease me,” she says.
I do as corrected and I thrust my tongue as far into her asshole as I can.
“That feels so good,” she groans.
When her ass is nice and wet, I push my face into her, forcing my tongue even deeper inside her. I start sliding my tongue in and out until she is nice and loosened up. Then I pull away and stick my finger into her hole.
I slide my finger in slowly, watching as her tight ass swallows up my finger and grips it tightly in place. I can tell she wants more, as her ass is clenching and unclenching around my finger.
“How does it feel?” I ask.
“So fucking good Mr. Thomas. Give me more!”
“How about another finger?” I ask smiling to myself.
“Oh god yes!” she cries.
I push in another finger and start thrusting back and forth. Jasmine buries her face into her arms as I continue to finger fuck her asshole. I lower my face and start to lick around my fingers as they penetrate her depths.
“Put your cock in me now!” she cries. “I want to feel it!”
Now I am beginning to wonder if this is just for extra credit or does she just want a cock in her ass as well.
I gently slide my fingers out of her ass and pull down my pants and underwear. My cock is already as hard as it can be. I spit into my hand and rub my cock with saliva, then spit onto her already glistening asshole. My fingers go back to work, rubbing my saliva into her tight hole.
I pull her ass apart further than it is already being stretched and begin to slide my slippery cock up and down her ass crack before coming to a stop at her tight little hole. She holds her breath as I begin to push. Her ass is tight and doesn’t give much, but I manage to squeeze my cockhead in with a slurping pop.
She groans as her tight hole clamps down around my cock. I stop and let her get used to the feeling. After a while she begins to relax a little more and I begin to move my hips around. I then push forward a little more. I keep her cheeks spread and I stare at my cock, half buried in her ass as she starts to play with her pussy.
“Keep going,” she urges. “I want to feel all of your fucking cock inside me.”
I reach around and grab the front of her thighs, pulling her back a little. She moaned louder as her ass slides down my cock. After a few more minutes I am completely buried in her tight ass. The feeling is amazing and I start grinding my hips into her ass. My balls are pressed firmly against her pussy lips and I can feel the vibrations from her playing with her clit.
“Mmm, I feel so full,” she says. “I just love it.”
As I withdraw I can feel her ass grabbing at my cock, trying to hold me in place. I pull back almost all the way out then push my way back up Jasmine’s asshole, this time a little faster.
“Oh my fucking god,” she whimpers as I bottom out again. She is squeezing her as tightly around my cock and I am having a hard time even moving it. “Faster,” she pleads.
I start fucking her a little faster, trying to control myself. Jasmine begins pushing her hips back at me and I stop. She increases her pace, thrusting her firm ass backward. She drops her head into her arms once again and screams as she is taken by an anal induced climax. I can feel her ass clenching and unclenching around my cock as she tries to milk it with her asshole. The feeling is incredible.
“Come on Mr. Thomas, fuck me!” she cries.
I grab her hips and thrust forward, feeding my cock to her hungry ass. She groans loudly as I pull out again then thrust back even harder. I pound her tight hole, driving my hips down into the desk and stop just before my cock explodes in her.
She turns and looks at me with a look of near sadness. “Do you want to try a different position?”
I nod and pull my cock free from her slippery asshole. She smiles and rolls over onto her back and pulls her legs up to her head. Before me sits her cleanly shaved pussy and I wonder if I would ever get the chance to try it.
Pulling her legs up to her head, her hips raise up off the desk. I move forward and slip my cock into her waiting asshole. This position is even better. I stare down at my cock moving in and out of her body, then up to her face. Her eyes are closed in pleasure and a soft moan resonates from her lips. I know I am not going to last much longer.
“Jasmine,” I say. “I’m going to cum soon.”
She looks up at me and says, “Will you fill my ass up with your hot cum?”
I nod and keep fucking her. I start going faster and faster as I feel the cum rising inside of me. With a groan, my cock spasms and unloads a massive torrent of hot cum deep inside Jasmine’s well fucked asshole.
“Ohhh,” she squeals. “That feels good.”
I keep my cock firmly embedded in her ass for a few moments before I pull out. As my cock slips from her ass, it is followed by a trickle of my cum. I collapse back into my chair.
Without a word, Jasmine slips her panties back on. “Thanks Mr. Thomas, she says kissing me on the cheek. “That was amazing. Do I get that extra credit?”
I smile and say, “You sure do and then some.”
“I guess I will have to do some more extra credit work from now on,” she says snatching up her skirt.
I stare at her ass as she gets dressed. There is a small wet spot forming in her panties and I know it is from my cum dripping out of her freshly fucked asshole.
When she is dressed she heads for the door and before walking out she turns and smiles at me. Maybe I would get to try out the smooth pussy of hers after all.
This is the 8th installment of the Kyle Series. The Kyle Series is the true story of my first love. I appreciate all of the ratings, comments and feedback – good or bad.
After Kyle splooged and Dave had gotten his fill of touching and tasting me we all laid on the bed sexually spent. I couldn’t remember being more sexually satisfied. Dave got up and muttered something like, “I gotta go.”
“Um, hey Dave, can I have your number? Are you alright? Do you want to talk or something?” I said to him. I was a little worried about him because I knew his mind had to be going crazy with thoughts of his first sexual experience. I didn’t want him to feel as if we were throwing him out and didn’t care about his feelings in all of this.
“I appreciate everything you two have done for me. I don’t know if I ever would have gotten up the courage to make something like this happen on my own. I would love to get together some time to talk. I would even be up for some more fooling around.” Dave said. He was smiling the whole time.
I was really happy to see the little fellow smiling. I took that as a good sign he was going to be just fine. He wrote his number on a post-it on my desk. I assured him I would call tomorrow and we could get together and chill. I showed the clothed Dave out with a hug and warm smile. When I returned to the bed Kyle was propped up on his elbow with an accusatory look on his face.
“Did you enjoy it?” Kyle asked.
“I did Kyle. I have never busted a better nut. I can’t thank you enough for being cool with this. I love you so much.” I said looking into Kyle’s eyes. The problem was he wasn’t really looking back at me. He was looking at me but it was as if he was looking past me. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth held tight as if he were eating something sour. A long silence passed.
“I am sorry Levi but I can’t go along with it again. I truly do love you. I love you the person. I love your smile. I love your sense of humor. I love that you are so smart. I love you so much I will not share you. I would take a bullet for you…” Kyle was saying as I interrupted him.
“You would take a bullet for me but not a shot in the mouth for me? Forgive me but that makes no fucking sense, Kyle. I love you to. I would rather just have sex with you than a fuck boy. You have left me no fucking options. You won’t get me off and I can’t get off with anyone else. Where does this leave me you selfish asshole?” I think this was the first time I ever yelled at Kyle. I was the calm and collected one in the relationship and he was always the talk first and think later guy. What the fuck was happening. My mind reeled. Was I in the middle of breaking up with Kyle? Was he breaking up with me?
Tears welled up in Kyle’s eyes. I only saw Kyle cry twice in the entire time I knew him and once was after a really bad fight with his parents before we even dated. His dad had kicked him out of the house; it was a whole big thing that got sorted out later. The second was of course when he almost failed out of college and was confused about our gay relationship. Here Kyle was crying for a third time and he said, “I want more than anything to want to be everything you need, I just can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t explain it. I can’t justify it. I am not even attracted to a single other guy. I have never even thought of being with another guy. I just love you. Does that make sense?”
“I don’t know Kyle. I mean, what are you saying? Are you saying that if it wasn’t for me you would be straight? I turned you gay? This is all my fault?” I wasn’t yelling anymore but my tone was one of anger. I was angry. I may have started something with a drunken blowjob but he was the one that continued everything from there. I have always been honest with him about everything. I didn’t want to listen to some shit about how he wasn’t gay. I mean, he had to be gay right? We are lovers.
“I am not saying anything is your fault. I don’t blame you for anything. You are the greatest friend anyone could ever have. You have been my best friend forever. We have everything in common. You are the greatest boyfriend anyone could have. You take care of me emotionally, mentally and of course physically. I don’t really bring anything to this relationship.” Kyle said clearly willing himself not to cry.
“I don’t know what to say, Kyle. I love you. You bring you to the relationship. I love you. I love you for the some of the same reasons you love me. You are smart, funny but most importantly I trust you implicitly. I love that you are so strong and strong-willed. I love you fucking me; I love blowing you. We just need to walk away from each other, sort this out and meet back here tonight to talk. Is that fair? Is that a deal?” I asked.
“I think that is a great idea. I am scared of what you are thinking. I am fucking frightened at what I am thinking. I’ll be back here tonight by 10:00 p.m. Remember, I love you. Please think about that too. I love you.” Kyle said.
Kyle and I both dressed, hugged, a quick peck on the lips; and off we went in separate directions from our door – our future together was unsure. The love of my life walking away from me and I walking away from him with hopes we could meet in a couple of hours and work it out. Tears streaked down my face. Before I knew it I was halfway across campus. I was walking toward the Student Union. I guess I could grab a coffee and find a quiet spot and just mull it all over.
I tried to reason out the current situation but I kept remembering wonderful times Kyle and I had spent together. I remembered the days we spent together when we were just friends working on cars, shooting guns, and talking all night. I remembered the first night he took me out on a date and fucked me later that night. I just sobbed. It was like all of the memories in my life that I truly treasured were centered on Kyle. I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t live without him. He has to be in my life forever. I was getting my sobbing under control. Deep-breathing and calming myself into a rational state of mind when my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone but what the fuck I answered it anyway, “Hello.”
“Hi, Levi, it is Dave. This isn’t too weird to be calling you already is it?” He asked. I immediately heard a voice in the background.
“What are doing faggot? Calling your fudge-packing boyfriend?” The voice said. It must be Dave’s asshole roommate.
“Shut up Rick!” Dave shouted.
“Dave? Are you still there?” I asked.
“Yeah, sorry. My roommate just walked in and as I said he loves to hate me.” Dave replied in a voice so weak it made me furious.
“What is your dorm number?” I demanded to know.
“Umm, I am in 214. Why? You aren’t coming here are you?” Dave asked.
“Be there in 5 minutes.” I said and hung up the phone. I started running toward the dorms. I was emotionally unstable at the moment and I wasn’t going to allow this bullshit. I had never met Rick but it didn’t matter how big he was; I was ready to beat the fuck out of someone.
I approached the door and knocked loudly and rapidly. Dave opened the door.
“Is he still here? Get out of the way!” I yelled.
Rick emerged into view from his bed with a quizzical look. He was a little taller than me but no clear physical match. He was lean but I could tell he was lacking any of the serious muscle tone I possessed. Rick asked, “Are you the tough queer; the man in the relationship? I know Dave has to be the bitch.” He chuckled at his own dumbass joke.
In the small dorm room I only had to take 4 steps to reach him and I punched him in the stomach as hard as I fucking could. Rick doubled over and all of the air left his body. He coughed and sputtered. Gasping for air he stood and looked right into my eyes. I saw fear. I grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and threw him to the ground. He was lying on his back looking up at me still gasping for air. I dropped down, one knee on each side of his chest. I grabbed a handful of his hair to keep him from looking away. I cocked my other hand back and balled it into a fist and just held it there.
“Listen to me very closely mother fucker. I have no intention of causing your death right now even though I could. I don’t even plan to hit you again if you stay still and listen well. Firstly, if you say anything remotely ignorant to Dave again I swear on everything holy I will be back and I won’t stop beating the fuck out of you until my arm is tired. Secondly, if you report this I swear I will go to the college and make sure you are expelled for all of the derogatory comments you have made regarding fags. The university doesn’t look kindly on hatemongers. Finally, I will start a blog about how great you suck cock. I will make sure everyone on campus knows how much you like swallowing mine and Dave’s cum. Do you understand me?” I said all of it in a calm voice with a tone that showed I wasn’t joking in the least.
“I am sorry, Dave. I will never be an ass to you again.” Rick said while looking into my face like a frightened rabbit. I looked up at Dave. He was still standing in the same spot just staring. He moved his eyes to meet mine and he smiled. That smile warmed my heart.
“I am going to get up now and Dave and I are going for a coffee. Take the time alone to think about what we discussed. Thank you for being reasonable.” I said with a smirk.
I got off of Rick and nonchalantly walked towards Dave. I put my arm around his shoulders and guided him through the doorway. Neither of us looked back at Rick. “Problem solved Dave.” I said.
“I can’t believe you just did that. I would be mad if I thought you made things worse, but I truly believe you scared the fuck out of him so bad he will actually follow through with his promise to leave me alone. It feels good. I do hate that I am such a pussy someone else had to fight my battle for me though.” Dave said.
“You are kind of a pussy Dave but that is okay. Everyone has a role to play in life and yours isn’t kicking ass. There isn’t anything wrong with that.” I said in a quick reply. I was pretty sure Dave was picking up on the fact that my mind was miles away from the current conversation. I had made no headway in the situation regarding Kyle but I was enjoying the heat coming from Dave’s body. I steered us to the elevator and pushed the fifth floor. “Want to come back to my room?” I asked.
“I guess. Are you wanting to mess around again already. To be honest you don’t seem quite with it right now. It seems like you have a lot on your mind.” Dave said.
“I decided I don’t want a coffee. I want a beer. It just so happens Kyle and I have a 24 pack in the fridge. You are going to sit in my room and drink it with me. I really want the company. I also need a sounding board. I want you to help me work through something. Is that all okay with you? Can you spend the evening with me?” I asked with a tone of desperation in my voice; partially on purpose. I didn’t want him to say no. I guess I was using a little manipulation but I just couldn’t be alone and I didn’t want to call one of my close friends because Kyle and I had the same friends and I didn’t want to discuss any of this with them.
“Umm, yeah I guess. I was going to get a head start on homework but it can wait. I don’t know a lot about a lot so I am probably not someone you should ask for advice.” Dave said in his same weak voice.
“Stop it! Fucking stop it! You are a person. A valuable fucking person. It is one thing to let an asshole like your roommate rag on you but you can’t put yourself down and expect anyone to respect you. For fucksake. Look at yourself once in awhile. You are fucking adorable, I can tell you have at least half a brain; maybe you are small so fucking what! Get over it and find some confidence.” I said heatedly. We approached my dorm room and I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. I looked back to motion Dave in and he was looking at me wide-eyed. “Dave, I am sorry. I know all of that was inappropriate to say. I don’t want to blame it on my current situation to justify what I said. I am sorry. Please come in.”
Dave stepped up to me and put his hand on my waist. He leaned in said, “You’re right about everything you just said.” He walked into the mini sitting room/kitchenette outside of the bedroom and grabbed 2 beers from the fridge. He opened one and handed it to me and popped the top on the other and started to chug. I followed suit and started to chug as well. The beer was going down perfectly.
“So Dave, Kyle and I may be finished. Your thoughts?” I just threw it out there so he knew what the topic of the evening would be.
“Oh my God. This is entirely my fault. I could tell he hated me. I went through with everything anyway because I wanted to touch you so badly. I killed someone’s relationship because of my own wants. I knew it was a bad idea…” Dave was rambling and muttering.
“Stop, stop Dave. Nothing is your fault.” I said. I then took the next half hour to explain to Dave the dichotomy of Kyle’s and mine relationship. I gave the background for how he came to end up in our bed. I drank two more beers and he polished of another during my explanation of the current situation.
“You said you loved him like 10 times in the last 30 minutes. I don’t see the problem. You are going to end your relationship with the guy you love more than anyone in the world because he won’t blow you? I would give anything to love someone and have them love me back. I don’t care if we ever had sex of any kind as long as I had someone there with me.” Dave said.
“Oh come one Dave. That is settling for something less than you deserve. People can have both. You can have both. I should be able to spend my time with someone I love and have sex with them. Kyle gets all of the love he wants and all of the sex he wants.” I said.
We continued to talk. We guzzled more beer. We were down to 10 beers left. I think I had 8 and Dave was on number 6. I was feeling it. It hit me all at once. I know Dave was starting to get pretty drunk as well. Fuck it. I was going for it. “I have a proposal for you Dave. You aren’t budging on your stance and I am still unsure as to whether I can give up getting off for the rest of my life to be with Kyle. Let me fuck you. I have never done it. After I experience it I will be better able to decide on how important the sex aspect is to me. Are you in?” I asked.
“Oh, I want it. I want it really bad but I think I have done enough damage to your relationship. I can’t be part of your infidelity.” Dave said in a sad tone.
“It isn’t cheating. Kyle and I picked you out together to be the person I got to experience sex with. Only I blew in your mouth before I could get to your ass. So, it isn’t cheating at all. It is just the completion of our agreement. So, what do you say?” I asked.
“Do you have a condom?” Dave said with a smile.
“Get your clothes off you hot little fuck.” I said with nothing but lust coming over me. I went to the bedroom and grabbed the lube and a condom out of the nightstand. I turned around and Dave was standing there smiling. He dropped to his knees and began unbuckling my belt. I pulled my Polo over my head. Dave pulled my pants and boxers down in one swoop. I kicked off one shoe and the pants off one foot, then the other. Dave was kneeling before me and he grabbed my cock in his little hand. I stared down at his naked body. I gave all inhibitions the shoulder and decided to live the moment. “Put it in your mouth. Get me hard for your ass.” I said.
Dave kissed the tip of my cock once before wrapping his lips around my stirring cock. He let out a moan and removed his hand as he descended on my cock. I placed my hand on his head. He had really soft hair and a really hot mouth. I was going to be rock hard in no time. I loved the feeling of his spit on my cock. I loved the sucking feeling on my cock. It was such an amazing feeling. I was rock hard. “It’s time. Do you still want to be fucked by me?” I asked.
“Tell me again how bad it is going to hurt.” Dave said.
“It is going to hurt a lot at first but I promise you will begin to enjoy it before long. Lie on your back on the bed. Bring your knees to your shoulders.” I instructed. Once Dave was in the position I rolled the condom on my cock. I grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a bunch on my fingers. I placed a finger on Dave’s waiting sphincter. I started to massage his tight anal ring. “Just relax.” I said
Dave was breathing hard and every now and then a moan would escape. I was taking my time feeling Dave’s asshole. Then I slipped a finger in. A gasp came from Dave. I started to finger fuck him very slowly. I loved how hot he was inside. My finger was on fire. I loved the feeling of how his ass muscles were constricting on my finger. After a couple minutes I slipped in a second finger. I continued to fuck him with my fingers. I could feel his ass was looser than when we started. I had a pretty decent sized cock but it wasn’t overly fat or anything. “Are you ready?” I asked.
“Oh God, Levi. I want it so badly. I have to know what it feels like. Please, just be easy with me.” Dave said.
I placed my covered cockhead at the entrance of his hot hole. I steadied my dick with one hand and started to push against his tight hole. He gasped for air. He let out a cry of exclamation. I was in. I was in a cute guy’s ass. I was only about half way in and I felt nothing but ecstasy. “Are you alright?” I asked.
“It hurts so bad. I like it, but it hurts. Go slower.” Dave said.
I continued to push into his Dave’s ass. The hot tightness of him was positively intoxicating. It took about 6 minutes but I was finally balls deep in this cute little guy. “It feels so fucking amazing. Are you still okay?” I asked.
“I am okay. It still hurts a lot.” Dave said.
I began to withdraw my cock. “Ohh, no, no. Leave it in. Pulling out hurts really bad.” Dave said.
“I’m not going to pull it all the way out. I am going to start moving back and forth. It is the only way to get you loosened up enough to enjoy it.” I said.
I pulled out slowly until just the tip was left inside Dave. I started a slow fucking motion in Dave. I pushed all the way in and pulled half way out and repeated that for about 5 or 6 minutes. I could feel Dave’s ass finally begin to stop resisting. His anal ring had finally stopped clamping down on my dick. I had never felt anything more pleasurable. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Oh my God, it is just like you said. It feels so good. I don’t want you to ever stop.” Dave moaned.
“I’m sorry Dave but our time is short. I am going to blow any minute.” I said. I started rocking in and out and thrusting wildly. Unfortunately, I wasn’t very good at sex yet. I was a virgin after all. I wasn’t holding any sort of rhythm. I was in and out and all over the place. I was feeling something so amazing I couldn’t believe everyone wasn’t doing it all day. It was pure pleasure in the rawest form. I gasped and screamed as I came.
Dave yelled and grabbed his cock. He started spewing cum after just stroking his cock a couple times. I couldn’t help it. I was coming to the end of my climax and I just had to do it. I leaned in and planted my lips right onto Dave’s. My tongue darted into his mouth. He kissed me back. I thought of one thing and one thing only and did it. I wrapped my hand around Dave’s throat. He moaned into my mouth. I finally understood why Kyle did that to me.
Exhausted and satisfied I rose up breaking the kiss between Dave and I. I slowly pulled my softening cock from Dave’s ass. I just looked down at him and I realized I hadn’t made my decision any easier by fucking Dave. I collapsed on the bed next to Dave. I realized I just did something to Kyle he would never do to me – I cheated on him. A glance at the clock killed my buzz. It was 9:48 p.m.
The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all that talking actually accomplished is yet to be seen.
What I Learned in College- Ch. 3.1 – Later That Night
Then we heard Linda say from just outside the door:
“You two should go to bed. Mal, you know where the guest bedroom is…’night y’all.”
We both laughed. Kissing her as I gently withdrew what was left of my erection. I had the funny sense of this not being as awkward as it could have been. Neither of us gave a shit that we had just fucked in the bathroom at a party or that we weren’t “dating” or whatever. Maybe it was a moment of mutual need? Sometimes that’s all it is or has to be.
Joy interrupted the fantasy a somewhat by nervously asking, “Linda’s cool with this right? Your really good friends with them…we’re not imposing?”
“Joy, It’s fine. They’re very fucking cool. We are too fucked up a couple of different ways to even think about driving back to school. Are you good being in bed with me? I’ll sleep on the couch if…” I ask, trying to be gentlemen.
She interjected, “Am I good with it? WE just Fucked. It was great and I am totally fine being with you tonight. You’re sweet to ask though.”
She kicked her panties and jeans the rest of the way off, saying, “Give me a minute, okay Mal?”
“Sure…” I said and exited the bathroom. Linda had lit a candle in the guest bedroom, turned down the bed and generally made things as nice as possible. Everyone needs good friends that don’t mind if you come to their parties, get wasted and fuck in their guest bathroom.
By the time I took my turn in the bathroom, Joy was under the covers looking like she had crashed hard. By candlelight, I could see that her clothes were folded up on the dresser, panties and bra in plain sight.
I stripped off all the way and slipped under the covers hoping not to disturb Joy, if she was out cold. Lying down on my back, I was greeted by Joy rolling over and draping her naked, lithe body over the right side of me.
Her nipples were hard and poking me in the ribs. Her pussy was wet, slick and warm against the side of my leg. Joy gentle rubbed my chest with her right hand before she began to make a small circle around my left nipple.
“Malcolm, I’m gonna suck you and get you hard again if you’ll let me?”
Was she really asking me if that was okay?
“If you do that, I think you’ll have to fuck me again. Are you sure you want to take a chance on that, Joy?” I answered.
Joy slid the covers off both of us so she could position herself between my legs and get my cock in her mouth. Her tits brushed my thigh as she took me in her mouth. Settling down to work, she tongued the head of my cock and as I got harder and somewhat longer, she used her hand not to jerk me off as she sucked, but to keep the skin of my erection stretched tight. No loose skin was going to interfere with this blowjob.
Just when I started thinking this was all about me, Joy repositioned herself head towards my feet and backed her wet cunt onto my erection. She used me like a dildo and firmly and steadily fucked herself with my cock. It felt great and the view was wonderful.
It was impossible for me to resist caressing her firm ass cheeks as she herself on me.
I wasn’t sure I would be able to cum without banging the hell out of her. The first cum of the night has been so good and so needed I didn’t feel the “urge” to orgasm…yet.
What I did do was wet my index finger with some spit and position it so the tip was just barely penetrating her tight little asshole. She surprised me by taking my hand and instead of removing it; she pushed my finger into her anus past the first joint.
“Oh, fuck…I didn’t know I liked that.” She purred. “You started something in the bathroom, Mal…”
I saw a small tube of hand lotion on the bedside table. Taking my hand away from her pucker for a moment got a sigh of frustration for my new fuck buddy.
“Joy,…thumb or two fingers, baby? I asked. After all, I am a Gentleman.
“Somethin…” was all she could answer.
My balls were soaking wet from all her pussy juice. Joy was a hot fuck for sure!
I lubed my index and middle finger before inserting firstly, my middle finger and allowing her time to take it up her ass to the second joint. Secondly, I got both fingers in the first joint immediately. She was digging the probing.
I heard Joy say, “Leave your fingers in my ass…please?”
She fucking said “Please?” Hot and cute with good manners is a winner with me.
“Joy, whatever you want, sweetie.”
As a matter of fact, I’d have been glad to try sticking my cock in her ass.
Joy was going with “If it feels good, do it.” In no time at all, she was getting into being fucked in two holes at once.
“I want to cum so bad.” was the next thing out of her mouth. She was so easy to get wound up and ready to cum.
‘Touch your clit hon,…that’ll do it for ya.” Unless she was wired differently, that was the right thing to say.
And about that time, I got the message from my balls that yes,…we were going to pop again.
Just because I didn’t know how she would react, I let Joy in on the secret by saying, emphatically,
“I’m gonna get it. Cum with me Joy.”
That did it. She went off and her ass spasmed around my fingers as I spewed cum deep in her hot, tight cunt. I had a hand on each ass cheek rubbing her as we both tried to settle down from our cumming.
“Oh, fuck…I felt that.” Joy explained to me as she laid herself flat over my right leg, and sort of collapsed as little waves of orgasm went through her.
We lay there for what seemed like a long time until my cock slipped out of her.
Joy popped up, kissed me and headed for the bathroom again. I couldn’t move until she came back into the room with a hand towel and a warm washcloth.
Joy washed hands and my pecker, drying me off, before planting a kiss on my balls. What a sweetie.
I was already thinking about (pardon the pun) the backend of this little fuck fest. To me it felt like cheating on Rhonda. However, at Rhonda’s insistence, she and I were decidedly not exclusive, regardless of my feelings on the matter. In fact, Rhonda would probably be glad I was getting some strange. Rhonda knew I wanted to be more to her than just a fun fuck to her. I could imagine her response in a word, as being “Whew! No the pressures of me…”
Why in hell was I lucky enough to be on Joy’s list? Or was this extra payback for being nice and patient with her the least few weeks? Maybe I was a “sneaky fuck” behind the back of some jock boyfriend that was going to want to kick my ass?
Even after tossing and turning some, I woke up early the next morning ass cheek to ass cheek with Joy. I have had way worse awakenings.
My next thought was, “What have I started…”
- To be continued -
This is a stroke story. It’s ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing.
As I dressed, Alyssa busied herself cleaning up Kelly. Both of them were deeply in need of it. I’d just fucked both girls at one, sliding my cock in between their slippery wet pussies until all three of us came, and as a result they were both pretty thoroughly drenched with cum and cunt juice. We were planning on leaving the classroom we’d occupied in favor of Alyssa’s dorm room, but neither girl would go until they were squeaky clean. And since they didn’t have a shower, or any towels, or really much of anything at all the only option was for them to use their tongues.
Kelly had been on the bottom during our three-way fuck, so she’d come off the worse when I came. She was a young blonde, just eighteen years old, and until just a little while ago she’d been a virgin. She’d been visiting our college as a prospective student and wound up staying with Alyssa. Kelly was cute, with dirty blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes, and a lithe young body that must have gotten her plenty of attention from the boys back home. She was also a Christian, who’d made a purity pledge at some point, promising to remain unsullied until marriage. But unfortunately for her—or at least for her pledge—Alyssa was one of my women, and more than little bi, so when she saw the fresh-faced high schooler Alyssa had to have her. She enlisted my aid, and together we seduced poor little Kelly, introducing her to carnal pleasures that the girl could never have imagined. Now, Kelly had given her first hand job, her first blow job, and had her first fuck. What’s more, I had her promise ring as a trophy.
And the night was still young.
The nasty double-fuck had made me cum hard, and Alyssa wasn’t really making much progress trying to lap up all the pearlescent goo that was covering the younger girl’s body. I’d left lines of cum all over her, with a veritable river ending up between her tits and spilling into a small lake in her navel. Plenty had hit Alyssa too, and it was steadily dripping off, making a new mess on Kelly just as fast as she could clean up the old one.
Kelly, for her part, was trying to help, scooping up some of the spunk with her fingers and licking them clean. Even so, by the time I was dressed, the main thing they’d accomplished was spreading the mess around. Kelly’s tan skin was now covered in a thin sheen of sperm. “You made too much of a mess, mister,” Alyssa said. “We’ll never get clean now.”
“You’ll just have to get dressed and go home dirty, then,” I replied. “And don’t bother with your underwear.”
Alyssa slid off the desk and offered Kelly her hand to pull her to her feet. It took them a moment to find their clothes. Kelly had been wearing a yellow sundress, and she found it first. When she pulled it over her head, the sweat and cum and cunt juice that covered her made the light, floaty fabric cling to her curves, leaving very little about her shape to the imagination. Kelly saw my eyes on her and blushed and looked away. It was a cute mannerism. Alyssa had found her top, but was still looking for her jeans until Kelly spotted them. The young blonde went over to pick them up, kneeling down until I told her to stop. “Bend at the waist,” I instructed, and Kelly did just that, the damp dress riding up and revealing a little hint of her freshly fucked pussy. It was a little thing, but little things count for a lot, and more importantly it served as a demonstration of my control over her.
Kelly handed Alyssa her pants, and she shimmied into them, turning away from me as she did so I could watch her cute little ass shake. She didn’t bother putting any underwear back on, and when she turned back around it was clear she’d just been fucked—her nipples stood out proudly under her tank top, and slowly spreading dark spots marked it where my cum was soaking through the fabric. Alyssa went to stand by Kelly, and together the two of them made for quite a sight—one blonde All-American girl, one dark and lovely dancer, both bearing the signs of our vigorous sexual activity.
Once we were all ready, we left. I had Kelly’s promise ring in my pocket, and we took her Bible as well, though we left all their underwear and more than a little cum. The cleanup wasn’t our problem, but the Bible had her name in it, so leaving it would have been a mistake. The trip back to Alyssa’s dorm room was brief and uneventful. Kelly was jittery, looking around nervously the whole time and keeping to shadows where she could, but we didn’t see a soul up close. Alyssa, meanwhile, walked proudly by my side. I think she’d have done the walk naked with cum leaking from every hole if I’d asked her.
Kelly was at her most nervous while we waited to get into Alyssa’s dorm. Alyssa took her time getting her keys out, and that left Kelly standing with us in a pool of light by the door, her dress clinging wetly to her skin, her hair askew, her lips red and swollen from giving her first blowjob—and out in public without underwear for, I suspected, the first time in her life. An errant breeze might have flipped up her dress, or an errant hand from yours truly. Which is exactly what I did, lifting the back of her yellow sun dress and cupping her ass while Alyssa dug out her keys to open the door and let us in.
But no one came along to witness her state, and soon enough we were safe inside Alyssa’s room. Like most of the dorms on campus, it was made for two. There were two desks, two chairs, two dressers, two built-in closets. There used to be two beds, but Alyssa and Melanie had become very close and nowadays shared one bed (at least, when one or both of them wasn’t busy with me). Getting rid of the second bed gave them space for a cheap wood-frame futon and a footlocker. The futon was nothing special, but the footlocker was their toy box. Kelly’s small overnight bag was on the floor by the futon. Melanie was away for a few days, sadly; I would have loved a foursome, but c’est la vie.
I was last in the room, and I closed to door behind us. Kelly was standing in the center of the room, looking down at the floor, her hands clasped shyly behind her back. Alyssa mimicked her stance and said, “I know you probably want to do more to us, mister, but you made us too messy. We need to get clean so you can make us dirty girls again.” She took one of Kelly’s hands and placed it on my crotch. I was, of course, hard, and it was obvious that I was even without touching it. “I think he likes that,” Alyssa said. “Come on. Let’s go take a shower. Mister, there are some videos on my computer if you want to watch something while we get clean. They’re… they’re dirty videos, mister. But I think you’ll like them.” God, did my cock throb as Alyssa talked.
She told me to turn around and pulled some clothing out of her closet and her dresser. I assumed—rightly, as it eventually turned out—that she was grabbing some slutty little costumes for herself and her guest, and she wanted them to be a surprise. I heard the bathroom door open as she put the clothes in there and came back. Taking Kelly by the hand, she said, “We’re going to go get clean for you, mister. Please wait for us.”
I nodded—you could have run a heard of bulls through the building and it wouldn’t have gotten me out of that room. They left, Alyssa leading Kelly into the bathroom, and within a few moments I heard the water running. I turned my attention to Alyssa’s computer. I knew full well that there was porn there; I was in most of it. Alyssa, it turned out, liked watching me fuck, and so we’d filmed ourselves numerous times, as well as encounters with other women. Sometimes Alyssa joined in, sometimes she filmed, and sometimes she wasn’t even there. There were also some other videos, short little things about ten minutes long, in which Alyssa played with herself and talked dirty to the camera. I fired up one of those, a newer one that looked less than a week old, one with an unfamiliar filename.
Alyssa’s familiar visage popped up on the screen. It was a close-up, her face filling most of the frame. Normally, she wore little to no makeup, but in this video she’d gone all-out; she had on mascara eyeliner, and possibly a bit of blush, and her lips were painted a pale pink. Her dark hair was loose, framing her face. I was struck again by how beautiful she really was. Her eyes may have been her best feature. They were brilliant, verdant green and they sparkled with life. She was smiling, smirking really, and it called attention to her delicate lips and her high cheekbones. Her expression showed her confidence, her bone-deep knowledge that she was smart, funny, sexy, and a whole host of other things. All this was conveyed in just the first few seconds of her staring silently into the camera.
Hey, Alyssa has an expressive face. And maybe I was reading into things a bit.
Video-Alyssa started to speak. “Hello, Sir,” she said. “I wanted to show you something.” The camera pulled back slowly, first revealing that Alyssa was completely naked, and second that she was holding a truly enormous dildo at waist level. “I bought this, Sir, because it reminded me of you. It’s almost as long as your cock and almost as thick.” She paused and licked her lips. “It’s the biggest one I could find.”
Her hand stroked the plastic cock, fingernails grazing its surface. “I want you to imagine that this is your cock. I certainly am.” Her voice was measured, steady, but there was an undercurrent of raw desire in it as well. She let a long string of drool spill from her mouth onto the dildo and started to work it in with one hand, then continued. “I haven’t seen you in two days,” she said, “and I needed something. I made Melanie lick my pretty little pussy and eat my asshole but it didn’t work.” Melanie was Alyssa’s roommate; since our first threesome, Alyssa had made Melanie into, well, her bitch. She’d hinted to me that some nights, she made Melanie sleep on the floor of the foot of the bed, like a dog, and I knew she made Melanie service her at least once a day.
On screen, Alyssa kept talking, her strokes of the dildo growing faster. “So I bought this toy. It’s not as good as you but I need to be filled. And maybe someday you’ll see this and then you can fill me better than this fucking toy.” She lifted her legs and spread them wide, making a V shape that drew my eye right to her pussy. It was, as she had said, a pretty pussy; she kept herself waxed or shaved, and its lips were just a bit puffy. Her skin was pale, but right now she looked a bit pink—due to arousal and her roommate’s attentions, no doubt.
“I wish you were here, Sir. You could beat my pussy to punish it for being so greedy.” She started to smack herself with the dildo, and I actually winced—she was hitting herself pretty damn hard, and the heavy plastic cock had just enough flexibility in it to get a bit of a whipping action going. Each smack made her twitch, but she kept going, hitting herself at least a dozen times. By the sixth I had my cock out and was—very slowly—stroking myself. I didn’t want to cum. Well, I did want to cum, because shit, cumming is great, but I didn’t want to cum right there and then. So I kept things slow, a nice, steady, constant amount of pleasure, while I watched Alyssa use her toys and talk filth.
Once Alyssa thought she’d punished her pussy enough she brought the fake dick up and smacked it against her chest, hitting her sternum, her breasts, her nipples. She wasn’t hitting herself as hard now, but it was still enough to make her pale skin turn pink. “Beat me with your cock, Sir,” she said, her voice husky. “Punish me for thinking a toy could replace you. Show me… ggk” She cut herself off there, shoving the toy down her throat until she gagged. I knew Alyssa could suppress her gag reflex; she could deep throat me, and the toy was smaller. But this was for my benefit, and she knew that sometimes I liked to see a woman gagging. So she jammed the dildo into her mouth and coughed and choked and gagged and generally made a mess of herself. There was spit running out of the corners of her mouth, and her eyes filled with tears as her face turned red.
Suddenly, from the bathroom there came a stream of profanity. Alyssa was yelling at the top of her lungs: “Fuck! Shit! God-damned cunt-licking bitch! Fucking get your tongue in there!” I smiled. I’d been expecting to hear something like that. Alyssa probably knew I wasn’t going to leave them alone tonight, and while she’d objected earlier she genuinely loved getting other girls to go down on her. She didn’t often return the favor, and I figured she didn’t want me realizing just how much she liked making other women service her. In any case, I had suspected that Alyssa was going to give Kelly some extra training in the shower, and the cries coming from the bathroom showed I was right.
Her yells diminished in volume and transformed into satisfied moans, and I looked back at the screen. In the video, Alyssa had finished stuffing her throat, and she looked a mess. The camera was once again centered on her face. Her mascara and eyeliner had run, leaving black trails down her cheeks. Her lipstick was ruined, smeared badly, and I was confident there was plenty left on the dildo as well. Some of her hair had fallen in front of her face, partially obscuring one eye. She was talking, and while I’d missed the first part of what she said I did catch this: “… and I want you to do this to me. Make me look like this and then go to work on all my other holes. Destroy me. Even if I beg you to stop. I deserve it for being such a fucking filthy girl.” Then she stopped talking, and fixed a steady stare on the camera again. For a few moments, there was nothing but the soft sound of her breathing, and then it ended.
The moans coming from the bathroom reached a crescendo. I didn’t dare start another video; Alyssa knew just how long to keep me waiting, and I was going to be ready for them to return. I stripped and laid down on the bed, by cock stiff as a board thanks to the video I’d seen and the sounds coming from the bathroom. It laid on my stomach as I folded my hands behind my head and waited.
I didn’t have to wait long. Soon enough the water turned off, and I could just make out some quiet conversation between the girls. I was sure that Alyssa was giving Kelly instructions as they dried off and, I suspected, got dressed in something sexy. And a few minutes later I was proven right again.
The bathroom door opened. Warm, wet air billowed out, and in the doorway stood two visions of loveliness. Alyssa had indeed chosen some costumes for them, and they both had dressed up as schoolgirls.
Alyssa had her own costume. She once told me it was actually her old high-school uniform, but with some substantial, ahem, modifications made. There was a navy blue pleated skirt that perhaps had once come down to her knees, but now it ended just below her ass. As she moved, in fact, I could see point where her firm little bubble-butt started. She also had on an untucked short-sleeved crisp white button-down shirt, unbuttoned just enough so I could see the lacy fringe of whatever bra she’d decided to wear underneath. A few of the bottom buttons were undone as well, showing off some of her midriff and her navel. A loose tie dangled from her neck, navy blue like the skirt. She’d put her hair in pigtails, and put on just a bit of makeup. I don’t know if she guessed what I was watching, or she heard, or if she just knew me well enough to guess what I wanted, but she had put on some blood red lipstick and some black eyeliner and mascara.
Kelly had on a uniform as well. She didn’t have one of her own, of course, but Alyssa had dressed her in Melanie’s. Mel didn’t go to a high school that required uniforms, so hers was a costume, and it was a bit less authentic than Alyssa’s but every bit as sexy. On Kelly, it looked good. Melanie was taller and broader than Kelly, so the skirt came down to mid-thigh and the shirt was a bit loose, but Alyssa had done wonders with it. The shirt had been left unbuttoned except for a single one, just under her breasts, and it looked like she’d put a clip on the back to pull it tight. The bra underneath must have been one of Alyssa’s, because it was too small, and it made Kelly’s C-cups bulge out and up. There may have been some other tricks at work there—I’ve heard you can use makeup to make cleavage seem more impressive—but I didn’t really care, because it all made Kelly look like a busty schoolgirl slut straight out of a porno. Her makeup matched Alyssa’s, and her hair fell loose around her face. She still had on her cross on the gold chain around her neck.
The two girls stood in the doorway, backlit by the lights from the bathroom. Alyssa had her hip cocked and one hand resting on it. She’d fixed me with a cool, confident stare as soon as the door opened. Kelly, in contrast, seemed a bit shy. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her head was down. She too was looking at me, expectantly.
I sat up in bed. “Ladies,” I said.
Alyssa reached over, took one of Kelly’s hands, and her led her to me. They stopped by the bed. “Excuse me mister,” Alyssa said, once again pitching her voice higher than normal. “My friend here has something to ask you.” I looked at Kelly. She blushed and refused to meet my eyes. “Come on, Kelly,” Alyssa said. “You said you wanted it.”
Nervously, Kelly spoke up. “Mister, I want to be a sl… a slut.” She stuttered a bit but forced the words out. “Alyssa told me sluts have more fun, so I want to be one. And she said you are the best at teaching girls to be sluts.” I saw her throat move as she swallowed nervously. “Can you teach me to be a good slut, mister?”
Well, how could I say no?
Watching Alyssa’s little video had given me some nasty ideas. I stood up. “Of course, Kelly. By the time you go back home you’re going to be a fantastic little slut.” I pushed both girls to their knees, my cock bobbing in the air between their faces, and continued. “You’ll be able to teach all your friends if you want.” She nodded, her chin bobbing in time with my dick.
I grabbed Alyssa by the pigtails and pulled her in front of me. “For now, Kelly, just watch. I’m going to show you some of the things sluts do. Watch this dirty slut and see how she acts.” I gave Alyssa’s pigtails a sharp tug and she immediately and automatically opened her mouth wide. Hey, she’d been well trained. Her eyes were bright and clear, challenging me to use her the way we both wanted. I slid my cock in past her painted lips and let it rest on her tongue, just for a moment, and then my grip tightened on Alyssa’s hair and I started fucking her face, just like she’d done to herself on her video.
Her pigtails made great handles for me, letting me hold her more-or-less in place as I put her mouth to good use. Alyssa knelt there and took it, keeping her lips locked to me as I stuffed her full of cock. This wasn’t the first time we’d done this, and when she felt the tip of my spear pressing on the back of her throat she swallowed, opening herself to me and letting me plunge deep into her.
Wet, sloppy choking noises soon filled the room as I battered against Alyssa’s gag reflex. She might have been a deepthroat artist, but that didn’t help much given how I was using her. Her eyes fluttered; Alyssa was trying to keep them open, but involuntary reflexes kept forcing her to blink. Soon enough tears gathered at the corners of her eyes and drool started to spill past her lips. My shaft was stained with streaks of blood-red lipstick. Kelly watched, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
“Your job is to please men,” I told her. “If they want to fuck your throat you should learn to love it like your friend here.” She nodded. “Look down,” I said, “between her legs. See her fingers? See how she’s rubbing her cunt while I use her?” And sure enough, Alyssa was doing just that. One hand had slipped into her shirt and was pinching and twisting her nipple, but the other was underneath her skirt. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties, but if she was they weren’t stopping her; her fingers were rubbing her clit in small tight circles.
I let go of one of Alyssa’s pigtails, moving my hand to the back of her head, and then I took hold of Kelly as well. I pulled her in close so she could get a good view of me violating Alyssa’s throat, plunging in past her lips and forcing her to gag and cough and choke and generally make a mess of herself. Alyssa was crying now, or at least her eyes had watered enough to make it look like she was, and black trails had started to form on her cheeks where her makeup ran. I was a bit messy myself; long strings of spittle clung to my cock and dangled off it, and her lipstick had left dark red smears all along my length.
It was glorious.
“Help her out,” I told Kelly. That earned me a confused look from the young blonde. “Help her feel good,” I explained. That she understood, and she gently moved Alyssa’s hand away from where it was furiously at work in between her legs—making Alyssa whine ever so slightly, almost inaudible over the sound of her throat getting abused. Kelly replaced Alyssa’s hand with her own, and with some more gentle prodding from me she pressed herself up next to the older woman, ending up cheek-to-cheek with her as I used Alyssa’s throat like a pussy.
I now had two girls looking up at me, one with her mouth stuffed with cock, the other just dazed at the proceedings. And I won’t lie, it felt pretty damn good. For the most part Alyssa was letting me abuse her to my heart’s content, but when she could she’d swirl her tongue around my cock or give me a moment of especially hard suction.
Time to show Kelly what a well-trained slut can do, I thought. I pulled Kelly away from Alyssa again, and with no other warning I shoved my tool all the way down Alyssa’s throat—and held it there. Alyssa made a *glug* noise as I forced my cock down, and her eyes went wide, but she made no effort to pull back. I savored the feeling for a moment, rocking my hips gently as Alyssa looked up at me in submissive adoration. Kelly’s eyes were on Alyssa’s lips, which were stretched thinly around the base of my shaft. She seemed stunned, as if she was seeing something impossible, and I couldn’t blame her. It was certainly an impressive disappearing act.
I kept hold of Alyssa’s head and resumed my abuse of Alyssa’s throat. But this time I went deep, over and over again. Lipstick wound up smeared all over my cock, mainly near the base, and spit and throat slime kept getting forced out of her gullet. Long strands dangled from my cock and draped my balls, and still more had soaked her chest and left her little top translucent. Her eyes were watering constantly, making her makeup run down her cheeks and giving her the look of a well-used slut. Alyssa’s face was starting to turn red, as well; she snatched quick breaths when she could but I rarely gave her the chance.
“Are you hurting her, mister?” Kelly asked, in a small voice. Her hand was still between Alyssa’s pale thighs, and while I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing it was clear she was doing something, and whatever it was Alyssa seemed to be enjoying it. At least, it looked that way given how Alyssa was rolling her hips.
I yanked Alyssa’s head to my groin particularly savagely and then held her in place again. “I am,” I answered, simply. “And she’s loving every second of it. Is her pussy wet? I bet your fingers are drenched.” Kelly nodded in confirmation. As I was speaking, Alyssa started struggling in my grasp. It was an odd feeling—she was trying to hold herself still, trying to fight her natural need for air, and I could feel her shaking as she fought to stay down even though her lungs were crying out. I waited a few more moments and then pulled her back. She came free, gasping desperately, but I had to restrain her as she tried desperately to get her mouth back on my cock. She wound up leaning forward, hair pulled taut, mouth open wide, panting and chasing the tip of my cock around and trying hard to swallow me up once more. “See?” I said to Kelly. “She’s a cock-crazy little bitch. And so are you, even if you don’t know it yet.”
That made her blush a bit, but she didn’t object. Alyssa managed to get her breathing under control, or at least managed to get close enough to say something: “More.” Her voice was a bit harsh and raspy, and all the more sexy for it. I gave Kelly a pointed look and then crammed my cock back down Alyssa’s gullet.
There was almost no resistance as I fucked myself balls-deep in her throat. She was trying to keep her eyes open; Alyssa knew how much I liked looking down at her lovely emerald eyes when I facefucked her. But she wasn’t having much luck, this time, as I drove every inch home again and again. Her nose touched my stomach on every thrust, my balls slapped her chin, and she just took it gratefully. Kelly was still playing with Alyssa’s cunt, and as my thrusts sped up and grew more aggressive so too did Kelly. Alyssa started moaning, as best she could with a fat cock plunging down her throat.
I wasn’t going to last long once that started, so I wanted to make the last few seconds count. I put both hands on Alyssa’s head and started giving her my all. I don’t know if it was the video, or Kelly’s presence, or something else altogether, but I fucked her mouth harder than I ever had before. I could see Alyssa’s brow furrowing as she tried to cope, each thrust bringing guttural grunts from her and making copious amounts of drool slop from her mouth.
“Oh my…” breathed Kelly. I almost cracked up at that. She was witnessing another girl’s throat getting destroyed not a foot from her and that’s what she says? Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty awe-inspiring, and I was kicking myself for not setting up the camera to have a more permanent record of it. But really, that was the best she could do? Oh well; not everyone is a wordsmith.
Kelly just watched in silence after that, her eyes wide as I got closer and closer to climax. Alyssa’s eyes started rolling back in her head as the lack of oxygen and the apparently fairly skilled work Kelly was doing with her fingers started to overwhelm her. She tried to scream—all that came out was a sort of croak—and I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm hit simultaneously.
The first shots went right down her throat, bypassing her mouth entirely; it seemed like I pumped my cum right into her stomach. As she started to go limp I pulled out, filling her mouth with my next spurts. The thick cream spilled from her slack jaw as I despoiled her face further. She already looked a mess, with her makeup destroyed, her eyes and face both red, her hair in disarray. But I could make her much messier, and I did. Kelly got to watch as I fired off a veritable barrage of cum onto Alyssa at point-blank range. Some splashed back, spattering Kelly with a few ivory droplets, but most clung tenaciously to Alyssa’s visage, thick white ropes that pasted her eyes shut and hung from her nose, her chin, even her ears. A few strands connected her lips, until she licked her lips clean—I think it was a reflex action, because she barely moved otherwise, just trembled and panted as the aftershocks of her rough use rolled over her. The last drops landed on her shirt, which was already soaked and stained with spit.
I turned to Kelly, my cock smacking into the side of her face. “Clean her up,” I ordered, and she knew exactly what that meant. I’d have been disappointed if she hadn’t, since she’d already done it once before. Last time, though, Kelly had been nervous and tentative; this time there was only the faintest hint of that as she stuck out her tongue and went to work. She went from the top down, cleaning the jizz off Alyssa’s forehead first, then gently using her fingers to clear her eyes. Kelly swallowed down everything she licked up, but the cum on her fingers she fed to Alyssa.
Kelly’s efforts got most of the spunk, but they didn’t help much with the ruined makeup; in fact, they made things worse. Alyssa’s lipstick was basically gone. Some was still visible on my cock, but even that had mostly gotten removed by her tongue and throat. By the time Kelly got done and Alyssa was mostly sperm-free, the younger girl’s fingers and tongue had smeared her mascara even more. Alyssa wound up looking like a crying raccoon, with dark circles around her eyes and messy black trails down her cheeks.
Yes, I know raccoons don’t get trails down their cheeks when the cry. It’s a simile.
Alyssa joined in the cleanup efforts midway through, shoveling some of the frankly excessive amount of sperm I’d doused her with into her own mouth and into Kelly’s. Before long the cleanup wound up looking more like a makeout session, with the two girls kissing, swapping mouthfuls of cum and spit, sucking on each other’s fingers, and whispering things to one another, things I couldn’t quite hear. Alyssa especially seemed to like sucking on the fingers that had been lodged inside her cunt. She’d always liked her own taste.
I had to break up their little love-fest, and I did it by main force, grabbing their hair and pulling them apart. Both girls whined a bit in disappointment; I’d yanked them away from each other mid-kiss and a mouthful of cum spilled out of Kelly’s mouth onto her tits. Kelly was quick to scoop it up before it dirtied up her still mostly-clean top.
“All right, Kelly. I have one more thing to show you and then it will be your turn,” I said.
“What is it, mister?”
“You still have one virgin hole, don’t you?” God, I thought I’d seen her wide-eyed before, but this really did the trick. I could see white all the way around her pale blue eyes. The phrase “deer in the headlights” seemed apt. “What, did you think you would go home before I’d fucked your ass?”
“I… I didn’t think you could do that. You’re too big.”
“Oh, little slut, you’re going to get such an education here. Alyssa, why don’t you get in position? I’ll show her that it will fit.” I released Alyssa’s hair and she scrambled over to the bed and crawled onto it. She put her head down and lifted her ass as high as she could get it and flipped her skirt up. Not that she needed to; it was too short to cover anything with her bent over like this. Finally, she started wiggling that perfect peach of an ass back and forth, clearly ready to get ass-fucked.
I walked over to the bed myself, pulling Kelly along by her hair and positioning her where I wanted, with her head resting on Alyssa’s ass (cheek to cheek, if you’ll pardon the terrible wordplay). “Are you just going to stick it in, mister?” she asked. “Won’t that hurt her?”
It was a fair question, and of course I wasn’t going to just shove my pole into Alyssa’s back end without making sure she was ready for it. I grabbed my cock and held it up by Kelly’s face. It had dried a bit while the girls ate up all the cum I’d left on Alyssa, but it still glistened with spit. “My cock’s wet,” I told her. “And once her asshole is wet she’ll be ready.”
“How will you get it wet, mister?” Ah, what an innocent question.
“I won’t,” I answered. “You will.” Then I used that handful of her hair to push her face into Alyssa’s ass. Kelly, caught by surprise, tried to protest, but all that came out was some muffled and unintelligible cry.
“Oh, you remembered!” squealed Alyssa. And indeed I had—Alyssa had sent me a text, hours ago, saying she wanted to make this innocent visiting student eat her asshole, and now she was going to get just that. “Remember what I taught you in the shower,” Alyssa said, speaking to Kelly now. “You’re just working on a different hole.”
I looked down at Alyssa. She had her head down on the mattress, but her face was turned to the side, and she looked back at me with a wicked expression on her face. “What?” she asked. “Did you think I wasn’t going to get something from her when we were in the shower?”
“Do I look surprised?” I replied. “Hell, I’m more shocked you didn’t make her do this already.”
“We didn’t want to keep you waiting.” Anything else Alyssa might have wanted to say was cut off when she let out a contented moan. I was still holding Kelly in place, and she must have been doing her job, working her tongue around and inside Alyssa’s rosebud. She seemed to be doing a good job, to judge from Alyssa’s reaction. Alyssa moaned again, and started to grind against Kelly’s face. Knowing her, though, her reaction probably owed just as much to the depravity of the situation as it did to Kelly’s innate talents. Hell, even if Kelly had been completely incompetent, I bet Alyssa would be getting off just from knowing that she was corrupting a sweet and innocent thing.
If I haven’t said it yet, I really should: Alyssa’s a hell of a woman.
I held Kelly in place for another minute or so, then let go. She’d picked up on what we wanted from her, and when I removed my hand she stayed in place. Kelly even put her hands on Alyssa’s ass and spread her open so she could get in even deeper, and from the way her head dipped I suspect she wasn’t confining herself to rimming my lovely dancer.
“Use that tongue, you dirty little bitch,” Alyssa said. “You make a good ass-licker. Such a good bi slut.” Kelly mewled but obeyed, and I just watched for a few more minutes as Alyssa kept berating Kelly, ordering her around in various ways to make her improve. She had Kelly trying to plunge her tongue as deep as she could into both of Alyssa’s holes, and then she changed course and had the younger girl lapping away at her. And she kept calling her names, too—my favorites were “twat-munching bitch” and “my personal cunt-cleaner.” Kelly’s eyes teared up a bit at the constant abuse—but when I put my hand between under her skirt, she was fucking drenched.
As it had done before, the slightest touch of my fingers on Kelly’s clit sent her into paroxysms of pleasure. Her hips jerked and twitched, but she didn’t stop her oral efforts. In fact she seemed to want to pass it on; she moved forward, and I could see her straining to plunge her tongue deeper into Alyssa’s ass. “Good girl,” I murmured, slipping a finger into her at the same time. Kelly whimpered, and her eyes closed; Alyssa wound up doing the same as Kelly found a sensitive spot.
It was quite a sight: Alyssa’s pale, lithe form was up on her bed, her face resting on the mattress, her perfectly formed ass in the air and framed by her navy-blue skirt. Kneeling behind her was Kelly, this high school girl-next-door whose innocence was being stripped away from her. Kelly’s tan, All-American body contrasted nicely with Alyssa’s. Individually, each girl was a vision of loveliness, but together they were a wet dream made flesh. Evidence of hard use could be seen on each girl; Alyssa’s ruined makeup, Kelly’s flushed face and chest, the faint sheen of cum and spit and sweat that clung to their skin in places. But they were still going strong.
I kept my hand where it was and just watched for a bit longer; Kelly’s hips bucked spasmodically, grinding against my forearm and my hand, but she didn’t pull away from Alyssa. Instead she did her best to make sure that the older woman was relaxed and wet and ready for her upcoming anal violation. And her best, it turned out, was pretty damn good.
Eventually, though, I decided it was time to get involved more directly. “OK, girls. Kelly’s had enough fun for the moment.” I pulled her from Alyssa, using her hair to drag her back on her heels. As an aside, can I just say how great it is when women have enough hair to do that? Don’t get me wrong; some girls look smoking hot with short hair, even pixie cuts, and hell, I’ve even seen a few who could pull off complete baldness. But there’s something primal and satisfying about grabbing a fistful of hair and hauling back on it while you’re balls-deep in her.
But I’m getting distracted. Kelly resisted for a moment but then acquiesced, letting me pull her away and off to the side. I took her place behind Alyssa. “Spread,” I commanded, and she grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, baring her pretty little pussy—still a bit red and swollen from our brief fuck in the classroom and Kelly’s recent attention—but more importantly her tight rosebud. Kelly had been thorough; it was drenched with spit, and I don’t think Alyssa could have been more ready to accept me into her.
“Watch close, Kelly,” I said, and the young blonde sidled around to the side so she could get a good view of Alyssa’s upcoming anal assault. I didn’t want to terrify Kelly, so while I could have been rough with Alyssa and just shoved my dick into her, I didn’t. Heaven knows she’d had it up there enough to know what was coming. I also didn’t want Kelly to think that popping her last cherry would be painless, so I didn’t exactly ease into her either.
Instead I opted for the middle road—a single long slow push that didn’t stop until every last inch of my shaft was embedded in Alyssa’s spit-soaked ass. As soon as she felt me stretching her ass wide, Alyssa started letting her breath out in a drawn-out f-sound. She kept it up the whole time I was burying myself in her, and when it ended and my balls made contact with her dripping-wet pussy, it turned into a single word: …fffffuck.”
I stopped there for a moment. “See what a good fucktoy she is? Her ass just opens up for me. Even if it hurts, she loves it.” I slapped Alyssa’s ass once and directed my next order to her. “Give me your arms, fucktoy.” She obeyed immediately, lifting her arms from the mattress and putting them behind her back, her wrists crossed near her tailbone. I withdrew from her ass (somewhat reluctantly; Alyssa was squeezing and releasing me, like she wanted to milk me of my cum even without thrusting) and grabbed her wrists.
When I said I didn’t want to terrify Kelly, that was a bit of a lie.
“Here’s what a well-trained toy can do,” I said, and a moment later I hauled back on her arms and slammed forward. This time Alyssa screamed something unprintable, a wordless cry that made Kelly flinch away. I’d done this to Alyssa many times before, and I knew it hurt her some. Hell, it sometimes hurt me a bit; her ass was just that tight. But she was playing up the pain, too, acting like it was far more agonizing for the benefit of our audience.
After her scream, Alyssa gulped in a deep breath and then said in a raspy whisper: “Again.”
Kelly’s eyes were wide as she watched me repeat the whole process, the slow withdrawal followed by the sudden lunge. Alyssa screamed again, not as loud or long as the first one, and once more she begged me to do it again. I, of course, obliged her. Let it never be said that I don’t know how to give a lady what she wants. We continued in this vein for a little while, with Alyssa alternating between loud shrill cries of pleasure and pleading for more of my rough handling. But soon enough Alyssa lost the ability to ask anything, because she was screaming and cumming wildly around my rampant prick.
I looked down at Kelly. Her eyes were wide, white showing all around her irises, and her lips were parted. She licked her lips as I watched. I don’t know if she realized I was looking at her; she seemed completely enthralled by the sight of my cock splitting open Alyssa’s tight asshole. I don’t know if she realized that one of her hands had found its way between her legs and that she was slowly rubbing her mound. Whether she knew it or not, it was exactly the reaction I wanted to see from her.
Alyssa managed to come back to herself enough to say, between gasps and groans, “See, slut? See how good it is to be a three-hole whore?” I hilted myself in her again and she squealed, and then said, “Oh god, you fuck my asshole so good, mister. Break it open. Fuck it like you own it—because you do. You own all my holes, mister.” It wasn’t the first time I’d heard her say something like that, but it never failed to make me shudder. And hearing her say it in the little-girl voice she’d used, mimicking Kelly’s innocence, well, it was almost enough to make me cum then and there.
There was plenty of murmuring going on and it was blatantly obvious throughout the class, even to the subject of these murmurings. It wasn’t a coincidence. There was a new boy in the class, though he was hardly a boy. In this class of 20-something, he was perhaps the oldest. But what was it about him that made him the center of attention?
Suddenly there was a creepy silence, the professor had arrived and he was quite late. His frustration was clear; it was written all over his face. Out of all the professors in the college, he was perhaps the most dreaded and feared.
Just then he turned his face and looked into his eyes and smiled, a boy whom he had never seen before but the professor knew exactly who he was.
The professor announced rather proudly, “Class, I’m sure you have met him by now but I would like you to meet Alex. He’s come here all the way from London and is the newest top scorer of the university’s entrance exam.” The new student couldn’t help but turn a blush shade.
The murmuring began once again, louder than before. Any doubt that had circled around the room this morning regarding his identity, to Alex’s dismay, was gone. His cheeks were still pink displaying his shyness, something which the professor should have researched into while looking at Alex’s records. But of course, high school reports don’t tell these things, do they?
“Now, let us get back to the subject shall we?” The professor asked his class not knowing that the subject was no longer his to decide. How could it be? After all, it’s not often that an English prodigy comes to India to study, no matter how prestigious the college is.
The professor started his lecture, trying his best to impart his wisdom to the young minds in front of him. Young minds which were full of questions. Sadly, none of them were related to the subject. The whispers, no matter how soft, made it clear to Alex that he was still the center of attention. Alex wasn’t like other men of his age, he loathed attention.
“Do you think he has a girlfriend?” Someone whispered from behind.
“Well, of course he does, look at him.” Another voice replied.
You would think that this would make Alex feel good about himself but this made him as uncomfortable as a Llama in a flock of penguins. The fact that the reply regarding his personal life was dead-on accurate made him cringe. At this point it wouldn’t have been a surprise if he would have started crying for her.
Alex thought he was no beauty contest winner but there was no doubt that he was as cute as you can get. The sheer innocence of his face made him stand out. His big blue eyes, almost angelic, made him irresistible. But at this point, Alex wished he was invisible.
Just then, the college bell rang, signifying the end of the class. Alex wasted no time in bolting out of the class. He walked up to a thick tree he saw earlier and sat down on the cool grass. He liked this spot because for one, it was quite far from the college campus but also because he found its features to be similar to the ones back home. And so, he sat down with his legs spread wide to provide maximum comfort and took out his little orange notebook. He liked scribbling random thoughts; it gave him a sense of sanity.
Just then, he heard some faint girlish chattering and it was getting louder by the minute. Alex felt a cold familiar sweat. He saw “it” coming. Approaching his comfort spot was a group of girls. There were three of them and Alex didn’t recognize them all. They had to be students, after all no outsiders were allowed in or near the campus. Being unable to recognize them, Alex assumed they were undergrads of some other programme.
As the trio continued their stroll across the park, millions of thoughts raced across Alex’s mind. Are they coming towards me? Maybe they are on their way to some other place. Why are they talking so softly? Have they noticed me? Perhaps now would be a good time to tell you that Alex had ADD.
Alex quickly calmed himself down, to avoid any potential embarrassment. He quickly glanced at the trio to determine where they were and accordingly adjust his position to get a camouflage. As he ran his eyes across the park and onto the girls, he caught the eyes of one of the girls. He saw her dark brown eyes looking straight into his. This was more than enough to send him spiraling down into a pit of fearful darkness, shades of pink rushed through his cheeks and he began breathing faster. The girls started giggling at the sight of him and the state he was in.
He saw the shoulders of one of them raise a little high with excitement and the trio separated. Two of them were soon out of sight leaving just one behind, the very one who caught Alex’s eye. Slowly but surely, she started walking towards Alex, displaying signs of boldness. Alex was always fond of boldness in girls, but this was different for some reason.
“Hi”, the girl said when she arrived. Alex suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He always had a knack for greeting people and knew at once that this conversation wouldn’t be any different. His eyes twitched a little, rather cutely to the girl’s pleasure. He smiled at her and with his big blue eyes looking at her he said “Hello.”
“My name is Nikita”
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Alex.”
“Why are you sitting here all alone?” the girl asked curiously
Alex hesitated a little; he didn’t know what to say.
“I like this place” he said. He realized that it made little sense and then quickly reinforced his reply. “I don’t have another class for an hour… didn’t know what else to do.”
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“Not at all, it’s a free country” Alex replied with a little smile
Nikita giggled at this. She put her bag down on the grass and helped herself down keeping a comfortable distance from Alex. “How long have you been here?” She asked
“Not too long. About a month.”
“Funny, I’ve never seen you before.” The conversation flowing now.
“I didn’t join the college until yesterday. It took me some time to adjust.” He replied
“I’m from Delhi by the way.”
“I’m from London.” Though his lips no longer smiled, his eyes made his mood clear. Alex was a nice person to be around. He had always been polite and enjoyed helping others. The atmosphere around him was always happy even if he never was.
“There have been talks about you in the campus lately; you are the hot topic of the week.” She waited for a pause, hoping he’d talk, “I’m studying dentistry, what about you?” Nikita asked
” Bio-medical…” but just as Alex was about to finish, the college bell rang. It was an hour already. In his mind Alex damned Albert Einstein and his theory of relativity. Time flies by quickly when you are enraptured by a girl, doesn’t it?
Alex stood up gently and with ease, courtesy of his athleticism and brushed the dirt off his jeans. He then looked at Nikita, with her fairly toned skin and dark black hair, and like a gentleman offered his hand. Nikita smiled, grabbed his hand and allowed him to help her up.
At 5″8, she was fairly tall for a girl and about half a foot shorter than Alex was. She too brushed off the dirt from her jeans and then groomed her bangs which hung over above her left eye, covering her forehead, and smiled at Alex.
Alex, realizing that he was getting late for his class, he grabbed his bag and looked at Nikita. With Nikita walking besides him, he started making his way to the campus, trying desperately to increase his pace without coming off as a jerk. They must have hardly walked some distance before Nikita called his name.
“Alex…Some of my friends are having a party tonight; I was wondering if you would like to come?” Nikita asked in a shy tone.
This was a bit too fast for Alex but realizing that this could be his chance to break away from that glass ceiling and avoid social awkwardness in future, he decided to give into it. “Of course, I would love to. Let me know what time. I’ll pick you up.”, he said in a sweet manner, knowing that Nikita was as uncomfortable as he was.
Alex quickly grabbed a pen and paper from his bag and scribbled his phone number on it. He handed it to Nikita, nodded and left for his class. It wasn’t until his class was almost over that Alex realized that he had just given a woman his phone number.
It was 7 P.M now. About 2 hours before the party and it was time to pick Nikita up. She had messaged him the time and place they would meet shortly after they parted ways but Alex still wasn’t ready. He was a mess really. After all this time, he was starting to think and worry about what kind of party he was going to. Was it a formal party? Or was it casual? He decided to go with his instinct and put on his favorite white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. No better way to look decent enough for a formal party and still be wearing casual clothing.
He left his home and walked up to the garden where he and Nikita had decided to meet only to find Nikita already waiting there. Alex looked at her in awe; he never noticed how beautiful she was. She stood, wearing a sexy white lace t-shirt and black pants with her hair hanging in front of her shoulders, just touching her stomach. She was smiling at him, obviously happy that her date had arrived.
Alex composed himself and said, “You look beautiful.”
She looked at him with her beautiful, sexy smile through her sultry yet beady eyes and said, “Thank you…” Nikita stopped herself. She was going to say something but thought better off it. Not wanting to sound too forward, she thought it could wait. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” she said hastily to change the subject.
The young couple called a rickshaw and made their way to the club where Nikita’s friends were waiting for her. Alex was happy to see that the two girls who accompanied Nikita earlier were nowhere to be seen. There were about 5 men and 4 women, all of them Indian and of about the same age as Nikita but younger than Alex. The group got inside the club and headed towards a table which was already reserved for them. All the couples took their seats on a maroon couch of curvy shape leaving Alex and Nikita with one seat each, on opposite sides of the couch, far away from each other.
The lads talked about their dates, families and education while the ladies talked about the same but in a more feminine way, barely boasting but still maintaining a “live” atmosphere. Alex remained reserved throughout the conversations. He never was fond of boasting, showing off just wasn’t his nature. While the men tried to top each other with their qualifications, Alex decided to be the bigger man and not tell them that he already had a degree and was heading for another one. However to make sure he’s not mistaken for a social outcast, he occasionally cut into the conversation, usually asking the ladies about their families and answering questions about him in as concise a manner as possible, making sure his personal life remained just that, closed and personal.
“Come on guys, let’s have some drinks,” said one of the guys to the rest
So, the men headed to the bar, leaving the ladies behind. The group was now separated on the basis of gender, giving a good chance for stereotype to pop in.
Alex was sort of “straight-edged”, he never drank or smoked. In other words, he was the definition of an angel. While the other men enjoyed cold beers, Alex ordered a plain coke. He knew that this party was a lost cause, for him at least. Every other sip of the drink became longer than the one before, he made his best attempt to avoid getting involved. Most of the time the drink barely made it down his throat, he just held the glass close to his lips, pretending to be drinking.
As the drink kept coming in, Alex got more and more uncomfortable. He peeked over his shoulders to check in on Nikita and saw her enjoying herself. Nikita caught him peeking and smiled at him, he smiled back and then turned back, pretending to be enjoying the company of the lads.
It wasn’t long until the bartender stopped serving the five young men; clearly it was time for them to leave as there was nothing left for them in there. Alex, still on his first drink, quickly drank his coke and assisted some of them to their girlfriends. Though he may not have enjoyed the night, Alex had unknowingly, earned plenty of brownie points in the eyes of the ladies.
“It’s getting late. We should be heading back to the campus, don’t you think?” Alex asked Nikita who was bidding her friends farewell.
“Sure”, Nikita replied.
The two took a rickshaw and asked the driver to take them to their campus.
“So, did you have fun tonight?” Nikita asked
“Of course, the guys were a friendly bunch.” Alex replied
“You were bored, weren’t you? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have dragged you into this”
“Don’t be silly, I really enjoyed myself tonight.” Alex said with a smile
Nikita looked at him and felt a chill running down her body. She placed her hand firmly on the seat, leaned towards Alex and slowly touched her lower lip with his. Receiving no reply she withdrew her lips and closed her eyes. She wondered if she took it too fast. She bent her head a little with embarrassment, an eye lid away from his, and then looked up straight into his eyes and gave him a fully-lipped kiss. With her eyes now closed and her lips still caressing his she moved her hand from the seat and onto his hands, grasping it softly.
She wanted him. She needed him. She placed her fingers right between the gaps of his and held his hand. He REPLIED! Alex held her lips between his and kissed. Oh so softly. He freed his right hand from hers and placed it on her back, pulled her closer to him and then grabbed her left hand with his and locked the fingers back again, just like before.
Nikita soon freed her hand and grabbed his waist with both her hands, hugging him closer to her. She crossed her leg over both of his and then caressed his chest with one of her hands. “Why are you so sweet?” she asked candidly.
“Because you make me want to be,” he replied with cuteness.
She grinned, ran her fingers slowly through his soft blond hair and said “I’m glad that you came with me.” She gently crossed both her arms behind his neck and pulled him for a kiss. He hugged her tightly and kissed her just beside her lips. Nikita sunk into the pits of pleasure and her body shuddered as she moaned softly.
“Oh God,” with all her passion she flung at him, kissed him on his cheek and then dragged her lips down to his neck, kissing it all the way through. She was bewildered with the array of places she wanted to kiss him. She was going berserk with passion, her soft lips, flavored with raspberry balm, trembling with excitement, looking for that one more place to kiss. Nikita then brushed her cheeks on the side of his neck and repositioned herself, resting her head on his shoulders.
Alex let his body a little loose to give her a comfortable surface to rest on. He got himself closer to her and smelled her hair. He looked at her eyes, staring somewhere below. They were hesitating, sparkling with some crazy idea. She was thinking about something over and over again.
“Huh?” she said, coming back from a world of her own, forgetting that Alex was still with her.
Nikita sat straight up with her body facing Alex’s. She placed her hands gently on his cheeks and gave him an open mouth kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth and then suddenly slowed it down. She licks his tongue’s bottom and as she was withdrawing it, Alex caught her tongue with his lips and sucked it back inside.
Alex wiped her tongue with his, and then again. He caressed the back of her neck with his hand, still kissing her tongue with his own. He started playing with her tongue and Nikita, not wanting to be left behind, did the same. The two mercilessly flicked their tongues together and explored each other’s mouth until there was nothing left to explore. Nikita then bit his tongue with her lips and dragged it out. She sucked it a little from the side and then started kissing it, literally. She was enjoying it, kissing and sucking his tongue every which way, not giving him any chance to pull it back inside and…
They heard a voice. Everything had stopped. The rickshaw driver embarrassed with the position he got himself into, peeked over his shoulder and looked at Alex. He raised both his eyebrows to signal that they had arrived at the campus.
Alex’s eyes were wide open with shock; he was blushing like he had never blushed before. He wanted to jump out of the vehicle to avoid his shyness. Nikita saw this and smiled. She leaped on to him, hugging his neck tightly. Alex was petrified. Nikita had to drag him out of the rickshaw. She paid the driver his fare and thanked him.
Alex felt a little guilty at the sight of this. He apologized immediately, “I’m sorry, I should have paid him.”
“You have paid me enough for today.” Nikita said, winking at him while she did.
The young couple held each other’s hand and walked all the way to the girl’s hostel.
“This is it!” Alex said, with a little disappointment.
Nikita laughed at this. She turned towards him and gave him a romantic kiss.
“Thank you,” she said and wished him a good night.
As she started walking towards the front door, she heard something.
“Any other party this week?” Alex asked gingerly.
Nikita giggled and gave him a child-like wave, promising to see him soon.
I am thirty-six years old.
I was dressed in my hunter green two-piece suit, with my skirt just above the knee and my newest, best green shoes with tiny gold buckles at the ankle. I made sure my hair and makeup were perfect in the car before getting out. Inside the 70-story glass building, I signed in at the front desk, and security gave me a new name badge in a plastic glove to pin to my jacket, even though they all knew me there by then. I breathed, pretended to look confident and together, and moved to the elevators. Inside, I was shaking.
I emerged from the golden double doors with my shoulders straight, my chin up, with confident strides. I knew the room where we were meeting. I’d done my homework. I knew what I was there to do, and I knew that my numbers were correct and would benefit everyone involved. But still, my heart was fluttering. If this went well, it would mean a great deal for me and my boss, and my company for that matter. If this took a turn for the unexpected, it could hurt me. I needed this to work. I needed the win.
When I entered the meeting room, I was greeted by two men in gray suits. They smiled to me; I knew them both well, I’d been working closely with them on this deal since the beginning. Bradley and Ramsey. Ramsey was handsome and refined, and spoke with a very East-coastern exactness. Bradley, on the other hand, was not an immediately handsome man. His waistline pudge and plump face might turn many women off, but he was an Idaho farm boy with smiling gray eyes and a preciously cute drawl which always made me fall in love with him a little. Both men wore gleaming gold bands on their left ring fingers, and I often quietly wondered about their wives, how pretty and smart they must be, though I’d never been brave enough to ask about them.
“Hello Becca,” Ramsey said as he saw me enter, standing near the door. I took his outstretched hand and squeezed with confident firmness, smiling to him. He always waited for me to relax first before letting go. I liked that.
“Hi guys.” I was happy to see them both in the same room again. Bradley took my hand after I released Ramsey’s. He grinned as his hand closed around mine. His grip was tighter than Ramsey’s, and his was more of an actual shake. I think his cock is bigger.
“Becca, how was the drive?” Bradley asked, his casual tone easing my nerves. He always had a way of diffusing my stress with just a few smooth words, almost as if he could massage the tension right out of my body with nothing but his voice.
“Nice and smooth,” I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear. Nervous habit. “Hoping the rain will hold off until I’m out of the city. Rush hour I can handle, rush hour in the rain always makes me crazy.”
Ramsey chuckled, gesturing to my seat as he moved around to take his own. “Have you taken my advice yet?” he asked.
“Not yet, no,” I admitted bashfully, as I pulled my chair out and sank into the cushioned leather. “I keep forgetting to look when I’m online. I promise I will one of these days.” Ramsey has told me many times about books on MP3 that you can download from Barnes & Noble, and how well they pass time when stuck in Atlanta traffic.
I placed my bag on the table in front of me and pulled out my portfolio, selecting a few papers to have ready to retrieve. As soon as she arrived.
My tone was semi-conspiratorial. I’ve been working with both of them for months now, I felt like I knew them pretty well. But I had yet to meet their boss. “What’s her mood like?” I wanted to know.
Bradley’s eyes flashed as he smiled, understanding my question. “I think it’ll be a good day.”
Ramsey though had something on his mind. “She talks like she knows you, or at least, knew you a while ago. Have you worked with her before?”
I was puzzled. “Really?” I thought where I could have met her. I knew she was a few years older than me, even though her position with the company put her in a pay-grade well above my own. The way she was described here at the home office, I always imagined her surrounded by minions who clung to her every word and gesture, maybe with glittering flashbulbs surrounding her whenever she emerged from the back of some stretch Lexus for an evening out. Suffice it to say we moved in very different circles. Today she held my fate, and the fate of this multimillion-dollar contract, in her powerful hands, and although I’ve heard the guys mention her name many times, this was going to be my first audience with her. If I did not impress, the consequences would be grave for me. I had to be perfect, and my numbers had to be as well.
“She thinks so. She’s been acting kind of strange this morning in fact.”
“Strange how?” I was now acutely curious.
Bradley looked at him with an amused smile, as though surprised Ramsey had brought it up. Ramsey went on, his voice low. “I don’t know, she’s been kind of buzzing about it.”
I was about to press him with another question when we heard the approach of clicking heels in the hallway. Then the door opened, and our heads turned. Senior Vice President of Operations Melina McKnight stepped into the room. I saw her, and our eyes locked. My God, I did know her, and my recollection was tinged with panic. I couldn’t for the life of me remember where I knew her from. And her name, it had never occured to me that her name was one I’d seen before. I was sure I hadn’t. I’m no Latitia Baldridge but I’m decent at remembering people’s names. But the panic that filled me was not limited to my failed recall. An intense arousal surged in me, as our eyes fixed in each other’s. Thank god I had sat down, or I very likely would have swooned. I felt my heart suddenly blaze and my cheeks flushed in confusion, and God help me, I didn’t have a clue as to what this woman was doing to me, nor why.
I forced myself to fight through my initial momentary discomposure and I rose to my feet, offering my hand to shake.
I am eighteen years old.
I’m a freshman in college, my first year away from home, and I am confused.
I am sitting in a counselor’s office. Not the kind of counselor my parents would want me to be in, or would ever know about. Last night, I was at a club, and I met a girl there. I don’t meet girls at clubs. I wasn’t a lesbian. At least, I never thought I was a lesbian before. But this girl, her eyes… the way her eyes glistened in the dark, noisy room, the way they made me feel like I was not only wanted, but craved. No one I’d ever been with before made me feel that way, and this girl did it with only her eyes. I had fallen into her embrace, captivated, grinding against her, wanting all sorts of impossible things, my mind swimming as the heavy bass house music thundered through the floor, shaking our spines. As our lips met, my hands sliding through her luscious mane of auburn red hair, a flurry of thoughts and feelings inundated me: shame, the immediate worry my friends might see me, confusion at the intensity of my body’s reaction to this strange girl’s touch, and something deeper: raw, visceral desire on a level I’d never felt until then.
I sat in this office with the upside-down triangles on the door, which I was told meant this was a “safe space” to talk about… things. I was sitting in front of a woman, a very beautiful woman with long golden hair and little oval glasses on her nose. Her name was Brenda. She was a counselor who was listening to me talk about my experience with the girl, how she made me feel, and whether my feelings made me gay, or was I just experimenting with things other girls did when they got to college. It’s what I hoped. I didn’t want to be a lesbian, but I knew I had to go further. I wanted her, it scared the everliving crap out of me, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to see her again.
Brenda smiled a warm, friendly smile to me. “I would estimate that ninety to ninety-five percent of all young women have experimented to some degree with another woman,” I remember her telling me. “Kissing, touching, climaxing. You’d probably be shocked to learn how common it is.”
I was trembling inside as I listened to her. “It felt so…. I was so ashamed of myself,” I confessed. “Like I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it so much at the same time. I felt horrible, but…”
She nodded. “What you’re feeling is normal too. It’s the same as when you had your first masturbatory orgasm. Do you remember that?”
I shook my head.
“Have you ever given yourself a climax, Becca?” she asked gently. I nodded. “You may not remember it now because you were probably young.” Yes, I was. “But young girls discovering their bodies for the first time are often frightened and confused by the feelings they’re processing. The fact that you allowed yourself pleasure last night in another girl’s arms doesn’t mean there’s anything whatsoever the matter with you.”
I just nodded again. She could read the confusion on my face like it was plain English.
“You want to see her again, don’t you?” she asked, supportively. I remember thinking how easy the question was, and although the answer was the simplest one in the world, it was the hardest to actually give. But this was supposed to be a safe place, right? I lifted my eyes to her and decided it was better to be honest, and squeaked, “Yes?”
She looked at me hard now, like she was considering something she wasn’t sure she should share with me. Leaning over the desk, she opened her hand to me. I hesitantly took it, and she squeezed gently. What she said next I’ll never forget.
She said, with a soft voice, “Womanly love is very different from love with a man. It runs deeper than most can understand. But if you choose to understand it, you can love not just women, but men, even more deeply and passionately than you thought possible. Becca, do you want to understand it?”
This question had the same answer as the one before, the same impossible but undeniable answer.
I remember when I left her office that day, I noticed the image of a flower inside one of the upside-down triangles on her door.
I am eighteen years old. I am laying on my back on a padded slab, with my ankles and wrists bound in soft but firm restraints. I am wearing nothing, but my body is wrapped with white sheer fabric, and I am blindfolded. It is night, and I am in a building somewhere removed from campus, but I don’t know where it is. I am to trust her.
It’s been two weeks since my visit with Brenda. She has taken me here, and promised me that if I want to understand, I have to first trust. She had me sit in the back seat of her car, and then blindfolded me with a white, lacy, padded eye mask, for sleeping. Two teenage girls got into the back seat with me, one on either side, and they both held my hands. Once when I tried to let one of them go to scratch my nose, they wouldn’t let me go, and shushed me gently. We drove for what seemed like half an hour before stopping.
Then she had me get out, and they took me into a building. Still blindfolded, they undressed me, had me step into a bathtub where they bathed me with warm water and scented oils. Their hands were small and soft, and I wondered if they were going to try to pleasure me as they bathed, but they didn’t. They didn’t even talk. It was like they’d done it before, that they were used to doing it. I was trembling the whole time.
They blowdried my hair, brushed it out thoroughly, and wrapped a delicate fabric around my torso and legs, before leading me out of the bath into a bigger room. There they had me lay down on my back on this padded surface, with a pillow under my head. They stretched my arms out over my head and tied them with silk cords at the wrists, and they spread my legs out wide, causing me to gasp as I felt cold air on my naked sex, and bound my ankles there. Then I felt their mouths on my lips, briefly, as they each kissed me before leaving me alone in the room.
I wasn’t alone for long. I could hear footsteps, people walking all around me, and I felt their eyes on my body. My heart was pounding from the strangeness of it all, but soon I felt a presence behind me, a familiar perfume, and a soothing touch. I whimpered as gentle hands removed the eyemask from my face finally, and I opened my eyes, staring up into Brenda’s beautiful smile. She was wearing a glistening golden silk robe with floral patterns, her face and hair elegantly made up, like she was ready for a night out in the toniest city restaurant, her golden hair shimmering in the radiance of candles, a corona haloing her angelic face. I smiled nervously back at her, then looked around the room.
It was windowless, about the size of a classroom, resplendent with lit candles of many sizes. There were seven girls here with us, some beautiful, some homely, a few heavy, others slender, here fair-complected, there dark-skinned. All looked to be around my age, none older than 21. They were all wearing robes of varying, but solid colors, none matching. They were all kneeling around us on the carpeted floor in a circle, their knees on pillows, with some items arranged in front of each of them. Each had a lit candle mounted in a candlestick before them, a porcelain-looking oblong egg with an odd black wire snaking out of it, a little bottle, and a little round spongey cylinder. There was also a vase with a flower in front of each girl, and each flower was different, the flower’s color matching the color of their robes, I noticed. My eyes moved from each one to the next, until they came to the one with the red rose …
… and I saw her. I gasped in shock and tugged at my restraints in sudden, overwhelming self-consciousness. It was her. She was staring intently at me, her smile widening, her red hair luminescent in the flickering candlelight. She remembered me. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, oh my God, she’s looking at me like this? Then all at once, I realized, she had done this too. They all did. They had all been bound like this themselves, like me, and knew what was about to come, because the same thing had happened to each of them. But what on Earth was that? I trembled as I turned my eyes up to Brenda’s, pleading for answers.
She smiled down at me, her hands laying on my face lovingly. “I know you’re nervous. Don’t be.” She leaned down and kissed my forehead like a loving parent. “Tonight is the first night of your blossoming.”
I parted my lips to ask my first question. “Why ..”
But she laid her finger over my lips and softly whispered. “Shhhh. It’s okay. Everything’s okay, I promise you. You’ve trusted me this far, and I’m grateful. Will you trust me now?” She looked into my eyes. I swallowed, and finally nodded.
She rose to her feet and looked around at all the girls gathered. They all gazed back at her with knowing eyes, some smiling excitedly, some wearing expressions of adoring reverence. She said, “Each of you has advanced another step in your path through the Garden. Now it is time again for a new step, for a new seedling has been found, and come to bloom with us, perhaps to be chosen for our patroness.” The girls all smiled at me, with warm, loving eyes. Especially …her.
“Now, take your eggs, and put them in.”
They reached for their little bottles and flipped the caps, applying a dollop of gel on their fingers and then rubbing their fingers between their legs, moistening themselves. My breathing quickened as they then took their eggs, which began humming as they touched a tiny unseen switch. I stared agog as I watched them open their legs and slide them into their vaginas, each moaning softly as they felt it shivering inside their tight canals, with only the black wire dangling from them. I turned my eyes to her, the one with the rose, and she quietly moaned as her eyes stared back into mine, slowly rolling her hips. Then the girls picked up the spongey tube and slid it into themselves, pushing the egg further into them, leaving the black cord loose between their legs on the pillow.
Brenda admired the girls for a moment, then she removed her robe, revealing her nakedness beneath. I inhaled sharply, having no idea it would proceed this far, and I felt the same panic I’d felt at the club—I shouldn’t be doing this! I shouldn’t be here, but… my curiosity blended with my body’s arousal kept me riveted to Brenda’s beautiful body. And I felt myself moistening as I silently realized what was about to happen to me.
She then spoke a strange word. “Muladhara.”
The girl with the magnolia, wearing the white robe, hesitantly rose to her feet. She had a slender build, creamy skin, dark eyes and sandy brown short hair. She looked like a Julie or a Jennifer, not a “Muladhara”, but when I saw her slide her robe off her shoulders, I forgot everything else but the vision of her naked body. She was the only one of the girls who seemed wavering and uneasy with whatever she was about to do, but the reluctance in her eyes was tempered with understanding. Brenda reached out her hand for her to come forward, and she came to me, leaning over me to kiss me. My lips parted and I closed my eyes, accepting her, and she sighed softly as our mouths pressed together. I could hear the others’ whimpering around us as they watched, their eggs buzzing softly deep inside them. Then I felt her hand on me and I started, my eyes flying open. I jerked at my bindings again, remembering that I was tied down, and that whatever they wanted to do with my body I was mostly unable to resist. The sensation sent ripples of electricity through me, and I couldn’t tell if it was panic or pleasure.
Then her lips left mine and she stared into my eyes as her fingers caressed me, nestling between my warm labia and spreading my wetness up and down between them with the tips of her fingers. She smiled softly down at me. I breathed hard, staring up at her, and slowly writhed my hips against her touch.
Brenda softly spoke, the girl rising away from me and moving between my legs. “O soft and dainty maiden, from afar I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move, and pluck them, singing …” Brenda unwrapped me and left the fabric draping over the sides of the pedestal I laid on. I was now fully naked and exposed to the room. I closed my eyes, feeling tears gathering and finally spilling down the sides of my face, my chest heaving with my breaths, my heart pounding in my chest. “More golden than all gold your tresses are, never was harp-note like your voice, my love, your voice sweet ringing.”
Her tongue on my sex sent shockwaves through my body and I gasped loudly, arching my back. All the girls around me gave soft moans of arousal as they watched me. They must have known it was the first time a girl had ever kissed me there. I opened my shame-wet eyes and turned my head to see her, the redhead behind the rose, her hand between her legs rubbing herself, her hips undulating slowly and passionately. I stared helplessly at her as the young girl between my legs licked and suckled and moaned over me, driving me to greater and greater heights of pleasure, but as good as it felt, I could only stare into her eyes, wishing it was her. Moaning in desperation, confusion and surrender, I collapsed into the embrace of my first Sapphic climax, the most loving and all-consuming ecstasy my body had ever known, like a fountain of pleasure between my legs suddenly gushing like never before. All around me I heard a chorus of passionate moans and sighs, like they were all climaxing with me, carrying me with them up, up and up, our hearts surging out of our chests.
I moaned loud in release, my muscles straining, shuddering, then finally relaxing in denouement, my breath pouring out of my lungs in exhaustion. The chorus of voices in the room also seemed to relax again into breathless sighs and soft moans. Had they really all climaxed with me? I fought to open my eyes, looking around, looking up at Brenda. She was now holding something in her hands. Something with tiny dials on it, and a small black metal antenna.
“Ow!”, she yelped as he ran into her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”, he kept repeating as he helped her up and helped her clean up her now-spilled tray of food.
“Its fine” she said with a growing impatience in her voice.
His name was Alex Constantin, a young freshman excited about the prospect of going to college for the first time. He was about 5’7″, had light topaz brown eyes and a dark, bold green covering locks of midnight brown, straight, puppy-soft hair, which was parted to the right side of his almost-childish looking face. However, when he made certain expressions or when he did certain things, his face transformed from an innocent child to a mature adult; but he usually tried to prevent that from happening for his own reasons. By looking at him, one could easily assume he worked out daily because he had a healthy and athletic build. He didn’t see the need to not exercise just because no one told him to, so he maintained a relatively rigorous workout regimen. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and some snow camouflage cargo shorts with some black, suede loafers that made him look very average if not lazy.
The young lady he knocked over was Jessica Rivers. She was shorter than he was, at about 5’4″ but carried herself as if were a head taller than anyone. Her golden-brown hair hung down and waved in the breeze with a strand here and there blowing across her face which she quickly brushed back with a small, pale, almost delicate hand behind her ears. Her eyes, which showed frustration at having her daily routine interrupted, were of the softest blue he had ever seen. Alex had heard of icy blue eyes, but this was just the opposite. She had eyes that could melt the polar ice cap in the blink of an eye. For the past year, she had forgone any materialistic pleasures, instead putting her all into graduating summa cum laude. For this reason, she was seen by many to be an unforgiving bitch who could easily have been a robot in disguise. She was currently in her second year at that college when she quite literally ran into Alex that afternoon.
“I didn’t mean it, honest” he replied.
“It’s fine!” she snapped back, “Now I’m going to be late for class, thanks a lot.”
After he helped her clean up, he watched her hurry off for her class. He looked at his own watch and swore under his breath, he was late to his chemistry class, and the teacher was not a kind one when it came to tardiness. Throughout most of class, he kept thinking about her, his mind wandering off the lab he was supposed to be completing, and off the other assignments that he had been given. Once in lab, he spilled some hydrochloric acid while daydreaming. After the initial excitement had worn off, he made a pitiful excuse to leave class early because “he was having these horrible migraines.” As he was walking back to his dorm, he saw a flash of blonde at one of the tables nearby. It was the girl he ran into earlier. This is my chance to fix my mistake, he thought. He purposefully strode up to where she was sitting and politely introduced himself.
“Hi, I’m Alex Constantin,” he said with a smile.
She looked up, stared at him for a second, and then replied, “I don’t care.”
He slowly lost his smile, but didn’t get upset.
“Please, I said I was sorry for this afternoon, I want you to forgive me” he said.
She kept staring at him and finally putting her pencil down said, “Ok, I forgive you.”
He sighed with relief and started to sit down at her table.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m sitting down. I was hoping we could become friends” he replied.
She thought about it for a little bit and asked “Can you do these math problems?”
He looked at the problems she showed him.
“This is easy stuff,” he said remembering that he had just passed that class last semester.
“Good, come to Room 411 at 9 sharp” she said. “There might even be something extra for you” she hinted.
With that she got up and headed towards her dorm building. An extra something…, he thought, having no idea that she didn’t intend to give him anything. He looked at his watch again. It was 3:30 in the afternoon. He headed toward his dorm to get ready for tonight. It was 8:45 by the time he had taken a nap then gotten cleaned up and ready to go to her place. He grabbed a calculator, a pencil, a pen, a few condoms, his phone, his knife, his keys, and his wallet. It was 8:59 by the time he had reached her door and knocked three times.
“Come in” she said.
He slowly opened the door to find that her at a table in the corner of the room with her math books in front of her. She was dressed in a baggy black sweatshirt and baggy white sweatpants and had already sat down in a chair sideways with her back facing the wall. She offered him a folding chair that was set up next to her. He took it without question and for the next hour he helped her with her math homework. When they were finished, he sat staring at her. She noticed his gaze and remembered what she said earlier.
“Oh, about that-” she started, but she suddenly felt this tingling warmth over her entire body.
She tried to speak but her mouth wouldn’t move. She tried to move her arm, and that didn’t work. As she drew closer to panic, she heard one voice that sounded so calm and soothing. It was Alex’s voice. It was telling her to calm down, and pay attention to him.
“Jessica”, he almost whispered, “you must pay attention. I agreed to do your homework for you, and in return, you could have at least thanked me for the time I spent, and by the time I finished, I realized you weren’t even going to do that. Before I take my payment, let me tell you what’s happened to you. You cannot move because I have used a very difficult version of ocular hypnosis which requires that you only look into my eyes and then I can control your body. This permits me to be as perverted as possible and you can’t and won’t be able to say ‘boo.’ Now, when I say sleep, you will fall into a deep trance. Every time I tell you to sleep, you will return to this trance. When I tell you to wake up, you will return to your normal self as if nothing ever happened. Now, Sleep.”
Immediately, she slumped over sideways against the back of her chair. She looks beautiful, he thought. He reached out and brushed his hand across her cheek. So soft, he thought. He moved his hand lower and lower until he felt her left breast. No bra! he thought. As he was doing this he started to feel some pressure in his pants. He quickly rearranged it. He didn’t want to play with himself now. He gently took her sweatshirt off so she was topless and just looked at those beautiful 34DD’s (he thought they were) for a while. He then moved in to kiss her on the cheek while grabbing her tits and molding them with fairly inexperienced hands. He had had two girlfriends in the past, and he practiced with them, so he wasn’t a complete dunce when it came to the female body, but he knew he could always use the practice. He squeezed them and rubbed them and pinched and twisted the light brown nipples. Lovingly, his kisses made their way from her cheek down her neck, to her shoulder, until they reached her left breast. He slowly tongued around her nipple in a circular motion closing in on her nipple. When he reached the nipple, he latched onto it and started to suck on it, gently at first then with more force. He tried to suck more of her tit into this mouth while his right hand was moving down slowly towards her pants. As he continued to nibble on her tit, his hands snaked into her sweat pants, where he made another discovery. She was wet. Well it shouldn’t be a surprise, you idiot, he thought to himself, she reacts like everybody does to sexual stimulation. He used his middle finger to slowly push into her pussy until something stopped him. A hymen? She’s still a virgin? She’s 20. What 20 year old is still a virgin? He pulled his finger out and licked it. Well it always tastes great.
“Jessica, when I count to three, you will wake up. You will enjoy but not question the fact that you are topless, and any inhibitions you had will disappear when you are around me. You will always tell me the truth. If you tell me the truth, you will feel pleasure akin to a miniature orgasm. If you lie to me, you will feel inexplicably guilty. You will not remember anything that happened tonight. You will believe that I helped you with your homework and we talked for a little bit afterwards, about what you don’t remember. When you get up tomorrow, you will act like your usual self except when talking to me. One… Two… Three.”
“There” he said, “your homework’s all done.”
“Thank you very much”, she replied in the tone of a business woman that just finalized a deal.
“Have you ever had sex?” he asked.
“Of course”, she replied.
She suddenly looked like she was about to cry. He waited a few seconds before he repeated the question.
“Have you ever had sex?”
She responded, “No.”
Almost immediately came a hushed moan as the post-hypnotic trigger did its job.
“Why haven’t you had sex?” he asked.
“I’m waiting for my first time to be special,” she replied.
Again, a moan left her lips.
“What would make it special?” he asked. “I want him to make it special for me. I want him to truly love me. Not love me long enough to get into my pants. It almost happened once, but I stopped it before it got to that point. I felt so terrible after that.” she said.
All Alex could say was, “I see. Well, goodnight. See you tomorrow.”
He glanced once more at the beautiful topless figure sitting in the corner of the room, and then he left.
The next morning, he saw her walking towards him, then past him. Wow, should’ve fixed her attitude a little, he thought. A little later, he saw her in the library as she was walking through the aisles.
“Hey” he whispered.
She looked at him annoyingly then sighed, “What?”
“How are you?” “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
As soon as she said that, she almost fell over. He heard a small moan escape her and smiled.
“Hey, I need some help with my English homework,” he said, “you want to get some coffee with me pretty soon?”
She quickly nodded, anticipating the burst of pleasure that spread through her entire body like one huge tidal wave.
“Sure, let’s go tomorrow at six? I have a quiz to study for tonight,” she said.
“Great,” he replied, “see you then.”