COLLEGE GAY GROUP IV
We were both hard by the time we were naked. His dickhead was so big about a third of it was uncovered whereas my hood covered my whole glans. Neither of us had done a 69 suck and we decided that would be fun. "But take it easy. We've both had woodies for a couple of hours and it won't take much to make us pop, so slow and easy and maybe we can make it last for awhile." I said.
After a couple of minutes he said, "That's funny. I liked the taste to begin with but all of a sudden it changed and I like it even better now."
"Yeah, I noticed that too. I think the new taste is precum. The straight guys don't know what they're missing." I said, and silence again reigned while we enjoyed each other's boners. He had retracted my foreskin and my cock was supersensitive. Sort of good news and bad news about being uncut: increased sensitivity of your bare cockhead is nice but the bad news is that when the glans is directly stimulated it makes you pop pretty quick. "Oh God, that feels so good but I'm not going to last much longer..." He was rolling my 'nads around and he replaced his mouth with his other hand and slowly stroked me. "Oh man I'm so close. I want this to last forever but..." The pressure behind my balls was so incredibly intense and still building when I said, "Oh, I'm gonna CUM!" KAPOW! The jizz raced through my tool and splattered on his face. I kept squirting and squirting and he had an open mouthed smile so some of my spunk went in his mouth. Whew, I don't think I ever came that hard before," I said.
He was licking his chops, the cum dripping down his kisser, and he said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, so how about me? I'm close too and I need to get off!" I rubbed a finger on his crummy face and slid it up his rosebud. I was sucking gently but I guess watching me cum, being fingerfucked and sucked all at the same time was too much for him. I felt his cock throb and his spunk lathered my tongue so I lifted off and watched him spurt. He only shot a couple of inches out, but the ropes of thick goo just kept pouring out of his fat glans."
The group was getting more and more participants. When the bald headed guy came in Dan recognized him from grad school but his gaydar hadn't clued him that he was gay. He was quite a sight naked: it was not just his head that was bald, he didn't have a hair on his well muscled body. He was the only one in the room with a shaved crotch. He had a big dick but a bigger pair of balls. I mean they were BIG. Dan called the meeting to order, the uncut pair told about their experience after the last meeting and reported they were getting together on a regular basis. Dan asked for a story but nobody stood. Dan finally asked the bald guy to introduce himself and recount how he had discovered he was gay.
"Zeke," he said. "From the time I was a little kid I knew a I was gay, but I never had any real contact with another gay guy until a bus ride. I was coming home from a camp in Wisconsin where I was a junior counsellor, that was the summer after grade ten. There was a nice looking young guy, probably in his mid twenties sitting next to me. We talked a little and then he started to read a magazine. I glanced over and saw it was a bondage thing. You know, guys tied up, some gagged, some hung on a wall, that kind of thing. Well they were mostly naked and being abused some way, a lot of it rectally. Then the guy caught me peeking. He introduced himself as Tom, and reached over to shake my hand. When he took his hand away it brushed across my jeans."
"Either you've got a flashlight in your pocket or you're enjoying my magazine," he said. "I've got a car at the station and I could give you a ride home. And we could stop by my place and I could show you my little dungeon on the way."
"We got to his little cottage and he took me to a locked door. He said he could show me the dungeon but the rule was to go in you had to be naked. So we shucked our clothes, he unlocked the door and we went in. It wasn't near as elaborate as the magazine. There was a cot with ropes attached to the corners, and a sling hanging from the ceiling. We were both hard by then. His dick was pretty small, no more than four and a half inches and skinny."
"My what a pretty penis you have, Zeke," he said.
"He picked up a little pink dildo shaped like a cock and no bigger than his. Then he talked me into climbing into the sling. It held my legs apart and my butt was pointing directly at him. He said I'd really like dildo up my can and I was surprised at how good it felt. Then he pushed a button and it started to vibrate. That really felt good! He could see I was enjoying it and he said I'd really like the feel of his cock in there. I was so hot by then I'd agree to anything. So I said yes. He put some lubricant on his little weenie and it went in easily. Then he fucked me for a couple of minutes and that was more exciting than the dildo. Then he shoved it all the way in and I could feel a pulsing in my butt and I realized he was cumming."
"Hold it! Stop right there! Rule one with gay sex is to never let anything go in your butt without a rubber in it. Hands, some risk. A dildo, even if fresh out of the factory wrapping, some risk, but a bare penis is a risk nobody should take any time for any reason. Period!" Dan said.
"Yeah, I realized that later but at the time... So now I can understand how your boner can get in the way of your brain. I've been tested negative for HIV twice now so I got away with it, but never again. Anyhow, after he came, he helped me out of the sling."
"I really enjoyed that, but now I really want to feel that big tool of yours up my butt," he said.
"So he got a rubber for my cock, lubed it up and climbed into the sling. It took me a little bit to get my dick in. He was pretty tight, but boy what a yummy feeling once I was all the way in and going in and out. He wanted me to cum on his belly when I was ready to blow and I promised I would. That tight ring of his sphincter was a wild feeling, especially when I popped in and out of his rosebud. When I was ready to pop I pulled out, peeled off the rubber and unloaded on his tummy."
"Wow, I counted eight squirts! And you do really shoot for distance," he said. "Thank you, when can you come back?"
"Four days later in the afternoon I was back. I realized after I left that he put a condom on me so he wasn't at risk but he hadn't extended the some courtesy/safety to me. I had revenge on my mind. He wanted to be fucked again with me squirting on his belly and then he wanted to be sucked. So he got in the sling and this time I handcuffed him, one wrist on each side. I rubbered and lubed and began to fuck him. Harder and faster than last time and he was cooing with pleasure. Then I pulled out, tore off the rubber and said 'oh shit! I was supposed to be on the golf course with my folks five minutes ago and then we're going out for dinner!' So I pulled on my clothes, ran out of the bedroom, around the corner to the living room, opened the front door and slammed it shut. Then I quietly got naked again, sat on the couch and read one of his bondage magazines and listened to him howl. Man, he was calling me names I'd never heard before, wailing that he could die of dehydration, on and on. Finally after about fifteen minutes I took pity on him and went back to the bedroom. His cock had shrunk to about an inch and his face was literally bathed in tears. I made him promise he'd never fuck anyone bareback again, rubbered back up and reentered his already greased hole. I went slower this time. I was in no hurry to unload because it felt so good to have my dick in his hole. When I was getting near climax I really slowed down trying to postpone it. Finally I had to,pull out but instead of cumming on his belly I squirted my load on his face. The first spurt went straight into his ear and the rest splattered all over his kisser. I took pity on him and wiped his eyes with a Kleenex.
His cock was rock hard and leaking precum all the way down to his balls.
TO BE CONTINUED