Disclaimer: This story contains details of a sexual encounter between two consenting adults. If you find this material offensive, or are legally barred from viewing it in your area, please leave now. Attention readers: I got a little bit of feedback for my last story, and it was very much appreciated, but the more I get the better. Consider this part to be a build-up to my next part. Though it might not be as steamy as my first installment, it serves more as background information than anything else. If you're interested in reading what follows, please provide feedback (and anything else you might like to include ;) ) to my e-mail address, noogerballsfad@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading!
In the weeks following my first encounter with the maintenance man, I would become the happiest and horniest student on that campus. My lust for the man could not be suppressed, and every time we indulged in one another, it left me hungry for more. We would meet in bathrooms, study areas, and empty classrooms around the campus for some public play (nothing any more than a quick handjob or groping session), though the real fun took place in my apartment on the occasions when he would grace me with his indescribable beauty. Despite our unquenchable thirst for each other and the undeniable physical chemistry, we hadn't ventured into the deep, dark depths of fucking. It was something that we would get to, but I made it clear that I just wasn't experienced enough yet to go there. It was something that I would have to ease into.
I had been upfront about my sexual experience with men from the very beginning. We had gotten together one night for some casual play, and once we were finished (well, I should say "between rounds"), we discussed our experiences.
"So, Jim," I said, walking into my living room holding drinks for us. We had finally decided after 3 rounds of each other that we should learn each other's names. Jim was relaxing on my couch. He had his feet up on the coffee table, and his arms were stretched out across the back of the couch. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his hairy, well-muscled body was more than a little distracting for me. I managed to tear my eyes away, though, in order to ask him a few questions.
"With a body like that, I'm sure you've had your share of fun throughout your life, right?"
"Well, when you put it like that.." he laughed, ruffling his sexy, blonde-streaked hair with his hand, a motion that flexed his arm and distracted me yet again. "I've had my share of fun. I even have a few friends that I keep in touch with for just that purpose." He grinned sheepishly. This obviously wasn't information that he divulged on a regular basis.
"You guys do anything particularly special or is it just the standard?" I asked. The idea of him being with other men didn't upset me at all. We hadn't agreed on any exclusivity. To the contrary, the idea of him in a variety of sexual situations was nothing short of spectacular. I allowed my mind to wander for a bit, imagining him at the head of a 4 man gang-bang. Between his muscled body, 10 inch cock, enormous balls, and tight, succulent ass, there was more than enough for multiple men to feast on. The idea made me leak precum. Before I could get too carried away, though, he snapped me back to attention.
"Hey," he said. Snapping his fingers in my general direction, "Come back to Earth."
"Sorry," I said, grinning, "It's just beyond my wildest fantasies to think about." I shifted in my seat to hide my boner from view. I, too, was wearing only a pair of jeans upon special request from Jim, who said he would prefer me naked all the time, but he didn't want me shooting cum all over the place as I walked. After considering some of the things that have been running through my head since meeting this magnificent man, I'd say that it was a legitimate concern.
"Well, we do have a good time," he said as he leaned back and stretched out a bit further, now spreading his legs apart and knocking the wind out of me again. "We have our fetishes. My friend Jackson likes uniforms, so he prefers me in my work clothes. My other buddy Mike likes feet, so whenever I'm feeling the need for a massage, I give him a call. My last friend, Hank, used to be a football player, and..." He paused.
"What about Hank?" I asked, on the edge of my seat. I had a uniform fetish myself. It was one of the things that had drawn me to Jim in the first place.
"Let's just say that I can't really put Hank into words. You'll have to meet him," Jim said, a reflective smile on his face. I longed to see what he was picturing in his mind. "Let's just say... well, you think I'm gifted."
I didn't bother trying to hide my shock. "No way," I said, "He's... bigger than you?"
"Again, you'd have to meet him. Maybe someday you can."
I considered it for a moment. I absolutely lived for what me and Jim had together. We were just getting going and already I can't remember having felt any higher pleasure in my life. What would happen if we introduced someone else into the mix? Jim was already a lot for me to handle. If this "Hank" guy rendered Jim speechless, how could I even begin to comprehend? Before I had a chance to raise the concern, though, Jim changed the subject.
"Enough about me, though," he said, "What all have you done with guys?"
"Actually, you're my first."
"No way," he said. He looked genuinely surprised. He stared blankly at me for a few seconds and then relaxed back onto the couch, closing his eyes and smiling that gorgeous smile, "Well, you've got some talent, then. From the way you handle my cock, I figured you must be a seasoned pro."
"Happy to please," I grinned, "But I had just never found the right guy, so I waited. Thank god I did. They say that you're first time is supposed to be memorable. As if I could ever forget that," I gestured to the bulge in his pants. Another nice thing about Jim's cock was that it's sheer size made it so that it was never entirely hidden from view. Even entirely soft, a faint bulge was always visible through the baggiest of pants. Jim, in response to my comment, tugged his belt buckle down playfully and thrust his hips up.
"You're too kind," he laughed, "Have you ever played with your asshole?"
"Not really," I said. Truth be told, I had never seen the big deal. I had read that pleasuring the prostate gland in men was on par with the clitoris in women, but I had never bothered trying it, instead focusing my attention on my cock and balls, "Is it that good?"
"It's the whole reason guys love fucking!" he exclaimed, jumping up and gazing at me as if revealing this whole new world of sexual possibility. "Pleasure for the giver, who gets to fuck a hole much tighter than any pussy, and for the receiver who gets some explosive, hands-free orgasms."
"You should be a butt-fucking spokesman," I joked. To be honest, I was a bit nervous about trying anything involving my ass, and his massive tool would probably rip me apart. When I voiced this concern, to my surprise, he laughed.
"Well, it's not like I'm going to impale you on this thing," he said, gesturing to the growing bulge in his pants with both his hands, "We'll start slow. Come here."
I crossed the room and sat down to his right. He placed his arm around me and began running it across my chest, comforting me. With his left hand, he crept down towards my pants and began to undo the belt. I helped him out and removed my pants myself. Despite my apprehension, my cock sprung out, half erect. I could be on my death bed and his touch would still get me going.
"We'll deal with you in a minute," he said, speaking to my penis as if it were an impatient customer. His hand crept around my back and he began massaging my asshole with his index finger. The sensation made my cock shoot straight up, and even though I knew I could never handle it, I longed to feel his cock in place of his finger near my hole. I hummed softly as he began to massage my asshole a bit more thoroughly. He was preparing to insert his finger.
"You okay with me doing this?" he asked. If there was one thing about Jim, he never did a damn thing that I might be uncomfortable with unless he asked me first. I nodded my assent and he began pushing his finger into my hole.
The response was immediate. Barely half the finger was pushed inside, and I felt my muscles contract around it. The combination of his massaging touch and the feeling of his hot, musky, hairy body around mine made me light-headed. He began moving his finger in and out, and each time, his finger went a big deeper inside me. Before long, my asshole had entirely consumed it. Though there was some degree of discomfort, it was hugely outweighed by the pure state of bliss I was in. I knew that one finger wouldn't be enough to prepare me for his cock, but I knew that it was something I wanted to start getting ready for. I began furiously stroking my cock with one hand and playing with my balls with the other. With three different pleasure centers being attended to, it wasn't long before I shot. Thick ropes of my sticky cum hit my chest, face, and even Jim's hairy physique.
"Woah, there!" he called, withdrawing the finger, "I figured you'd like it, but damn! We can't let this go to waste." He lifted himself off the couch and sat me down on the couch, spreading my legs apart. He leaned up toward me and licked the cum off my cheek. He slowly moved down, sucking every drop of my substantial load off my body. While he worked, he absentmindedly wiped the cum on his chest off onto his hand and moved it up towards my face. I responded by sucking my own jizz off his hand, making sure to pay special attention to sucking on his fingers. At this point, he had moved downward, sucking the remaining cum off the head of my cock. He stared up at me with his beautiful, sapphire eyes to show me that he approved of my sucking. When every last drop of the cum was gone and he no longer had an excuse to suck on my meat, he straightened up.
"Deeeeeeeelicious," he said, grinning at my exhausted form on the couch. I noticed that his cock had hardened inside his jeans. "That taste never gets old." I fixed my eyes on his bulge.
"Looks like there's some for me to feast on as well," I said, standing up, placing my arms on his shoulders, turning him around, and sitting him down on the couch. I knelt down in front of him, between his legs, unbuckled his belt and stripped his jeans off. His meat sprang out and pointed right down at me. "I want a taste. You stroke. I'll take care of the rest." Jim smiled at me and laid back. Both his hands began stroking his hardening penis. Once he was fully erect and I had some space to work with, I dove in. I first used my tongue to begin licking his balls. They hung low in the warmth of my apartment, and I took great pleasure in alternating balls in my mouth. Jim groaned his appreciation, and I moved lower.
His nutsack now resting on my face, I forced my tongue into the space between his asscheeks on which he sat. I felt my tongue touch‚ the sensitive skin around his asshole, and Jim's moans became more pronounced. While I continued to push my tongue deeper and deeper into his ass, my hands massaged his body. I ran them through his beautiful chest hair and began massaging his extremely sensitive nipples. If there was an "On" switch for Jim, it was his nipples. He now began moaning in earnest, I knew he was getting close. I pushed both of Jim's hands off his cock and replaced them behind his head. He stared down at me while I grabbed his cock with my left hand and continued to massage his nipple with my right. I began jacking his cock and began exhaling my hot breath onto his meat. This was another major turn on for Jim, and after two breaths, he began shooting his load. If my cumshot was big, it was nothing compared to Jim's. Giant gobs of his cum shot all over his face and chest. Even after he stopped shooting, cum oozed out of his cock and collected on his lower abdomen in his neatly trimmed bush.
"That's what I like to see," I said. For a few moments, I gazed hungrily at the mess and, like he had done for me, I began licking the spunk off his face. Once I had licked his face clean, I buried my tongue into his mouth. We shared his amazing taste, and he moaned again. He sat up and more closely embraced me, pulling him toward me. Our body's touched and I felt the warm stickiness on the rest of his body. Wanting both to continue our tongue wrestling and to finish licking him clean, I compromised by covering my hand in the jizz on his chest and lifting it to my mouth. We separated and began licking the cum off my hand. Once we had our mouthfuls, we resumed our hot makeout session. Gradually, we broke apart. Jim was completely out of breath, and I gave him a break by way of licking him clean. I moved down his chest, and like he had done for me, I penetrated every cum-covered nook and cranny of his body. I lick and sucked until I got to his cock. I resolved to fight my gag reflex to the best of my ability and began swallowing his cock and draining the rest of the cum from it. Though still out of breath, Jim moaned has his cockhead swished around in my mouth. I took as much as I could. That which I could take, I licked clean separately. After a full 15 minutes of tongue massage, Jim was bathed in my saliva, and I was drunk on his juice.
"Holy fuck," he said as he laid back. I joined him on the couch and wrapped my arm around him.
"My pleasure."
"You keep working on that asshole," he said, his chest still rising and falling heavily, "Maybe we'll give Hank a call."