From agate!howland.reston.ans.net!tank.news.pipex.net!pipex!news.sprintlink.net!bga.com!gusc Thu Aug 31 09:39:55 1995 Path: agate!howland.reston.ans.net!tank.news.pipex.net!pipex!news.sprintlink.net!bga.com!gusc Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Organization: Go Blue! Lines: 146 Message-ID: 41tj05$gjj@giga.bga.com NNTP-Posting-Host: ghostwheel.bga.com X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL2]
An original story. Hope you like it.
Fun ---
We were watching a movie at his house. I was 22 and had been out for a few short months; he was 23 and somewhat experienced already. The movie, a science fiction thriller, glued us to the tube for what seemed forever.. The lights were off for better viewing and his roomate - gone home for the weekend. As the movie credits began, I hit STOP on the remote and stopped the tape. The snow from the off-air station immediately filled the air; I frantically pressed buttons on the remote looking for the volume control but he jumped up quickly and turned down the sound.
I dropped the remote on the couch. "You want a Coke?" I went to fetch some from his kitchen. I opened the fridge, silence still in the living room, the only light in the kitchen from the open fridge and leaking dimly in from the television.
I returned to the living room to find a gay porn flick playing silently, shockingly. The video was fuzzy - a bad dupe of two bored men, one fucking the other, both occasionally looking at the camera, doped up -- certainly, porn at its worst but still, a thrill shot thru my gut to look at it. He sat on the edge of the couch, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, his chin in his fists, his handsome profile illuminated by the blue glow of the television.
I sat down next to him and we both leaned back slowly, slouching with our legs stretched out before us...
He dropped the remote control on the couch between us and took his can of Coke as the remote slowly slid hopelessly into the the cushions between us. His free hand moved up his leg to his fly; he popped open one button of hisfly and pressed a finger between the buttons to rub himself. I glanced sidelong at him. and then brazenly and somewhat self-consciously rubbed my growing bulge in active imitation of him. I could see him watching me and it made me more daring. I pulled my t-shirt up and showed my stomach to the ghostly light of the two writhing figures in front of us. He watched me intently, slowly stroking himself with his index finger. I undid my belt..the top button of my jeans...and the next button too.. and the next button until all were undone, my jockstrap-covered cock-ridge pointing at my chin like a divining rod.
He slumped even further, pulling his t-shirt out from under him and up below his neck and unbuttoned the rest of his fly. He was wearing white Y-fronts which obscenely outlined his cock. My fingers slid up and down, stroking the hard curve of my cock in my jock, my breath growing raspy. He turned his head fully towards me and locked his eyes on the hard curved bow of my groin. My cock had grown longer than the jockstrap and the head insistently poked out over the 2-inch waistband of the jock.
He sipped his Coke, drops of moisture falling on his bare chest and the bunched fabric of his t-shirt. He set the can of soda on the end table next to the couch. I did the same.
I reached over and touched the drops of water on his chest, trailing them softly down his stomach and down and down some more and onto his cock ridge, touching the dark wet spot where his pre-cum had soaked through the fabric. I wanted more. I moved my hand under the waistband onto this pulsing heat.
How aggressively hard he was, like iron that refuses to bend. His cock was meaty, I could feel the rough ridges of veins and the faint prickle of pubic hair at the base. He slid his hand quickly over to me and pressed his fingers under the waistband of my jock and we were locked together, moving closer to get good grips, feeling the heat from the others body, smelling each others smells and soon, tasting the tastes of each others tongues.
Kissing fiercely, our hands tightly grasping each others cock, we unsteadily rose to our feet. Reluctantly, we let go of each other to take off our clothes. I can't remember ever taking my clothes off as fast as we did that night! We threw them across the back of the couch and onto the floor and stood there: him in his (very stretched out) underwear and me in my (achingly tight) jockstrap.
We stood, looking at each other, our eyes shiny.
He was so handsome. He was so pale in the light of the television, ripples of muscles hidden under his skin. Soft blond hair rose out his underwear, gilding his stomach and thighs. We moved together, our arms moving around each other, our mouths pressing lightly, our hands caressing anything available.
I reached down between us and pulled his cock partially out of his briefs, rubbing it. He leaned closer, my hand squeezing and venturing down to his balls, soft from shaving, tiny stubble at the base. He reached down and pulled the waistband of my jock and my cock fell out. I moved in and put my cock on top of his and rubbed them together. He groaned and put his arm around my neck and his hand on my hip. We rocked back and forth, our pricks throbbing against each other.
I sank to my knee, his hands moving into my hair. I pulled the foreskin of his prick back and fully exposed his strawberry-brown head. His cock was average length and very thick. It had a distinctive curve up. Large smooth balls complemented his cock.
i coated my thumb with saliva and squeezed his prick, running my thumb up the shaft to squeeze a glistening drop of pre-cum from his slit. I tongued his slit gently, tasting the clear fluid. I took his head into my mouth, letting spit run down the sides of his shaft, pooling on the back of my hand. i smeared it up and down and grinned (as well as i could with his hard prick in my throat) when he shuddered and fervently stroked my hair with his hands. I reached between my legs and pulled the jockstrap down onto my thighs, my turgid prick bouncing in the warm air to the throb of my pulse. I rubbed my aching bone, putting some of the spit and pre-cum from his cock onto my own.
He adamently fucked my face, gasping "oh yea..oh! yeaaa..Oh, fuck! Suck my cock!..." I complied. As his breathing became grunts, my sucking increased. Saliva dripped down my face and onto the floorboards and occasionally would land on my cock and hand. My fist pounded on my cock, mimicking the face-fuck i was getting from him.
He said "Fuck!" and gasped raggedly. He pulled his rod out of my throat and stroking himself quickly with one hand. He grabbed me by the hair and held my face against his cock and his hand as he stroked. I could feel the hot spit and pre-cum smearing on my cheek. Quickly, jets of cum spewed across my cheek and ear, dripping onto my shoulder and chest. He squeezed the last of the cum from his cock and slapped his prick against my messy face. I nuzzled my face into his crotch, licking his balls and the base of his shaft, the faint taste of cum oozing into my mouth. He shivered as if he were cold, eyes closed.
I sat back onto the floorboards and gazed at the television, working myself. He pushed me back gently until i sat with my back to the couch, legs stretched out before me. He slid my jockstrap completely off. He put the crotch of the strap to his nose and breathed deep with his eyes closed. Then he wiped the cum and saliva off of his cock and balls with the pouch and dropped it to the floor. This must have excited him because his cock stirred again, as if to say it wasn't quite finished yet. He slipped between my legs, his ass in the air, his forearms laid across my thighs and, with one gulp, replaced the stroke action of my hand. I played with my balls and stroked the curly brown hair on my pelvis. He moved his hands to the floor underneath legs and my knees moved towards the ceiling. It felt so good I could hardly stand it. I could feel his tongue moving over the ridge of my cock, sliding around my head and piss slit. He would suck my cock into his mouth all the way to the root, then gently bite down or stick his tongue out and slurp my balls. I shoved upwards, my ass rising off of the floor, as he sucked me in deep. Then, the pain and ecstasy of orgasm.. Spasms racked me, my stomach muscles knotting, my thighs and calves straining to press me up and up. He pulled off of my cock and my cum sprayed out, hot and white, my untouched shaft throbbing mightily with each spray. The cum hit his face and chest..
I slumped to the floor, with him lying across my thigh and chest. The smell of our cum was intoxicating. My mouth found his mouth and we spoke silently, our lips forming words together.
I could taste our cum as we kissed.
Exhausted, his forehead pressed into mine, entwined, he said: "When does your roommate come back..?"
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