College m/m oral anal
This story is completely fiction; it is the story of a college student and his sexual pleasures and adventures. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now.
Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask.
I WILL answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story as the Subject, and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com
I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 9
Conclusion of Chapter 8:
Then I reaized someone was standing just outside the shower, watching us. It was Zach. I stood up quickly, Terry's dick sliding out of my chute. Zach's eyes were locked on my ass, still full of the juices from Terry's cock. Then he looked up at me. He turned away so quickly I couldn't read his face. What was he thinking...
Part 9
I'm afraid I left without really thanking Terry properly for the greatest fuck I'd ever had. I kissed him quickly on the lips, stepped out of the shower, wrapped my towel around myself, and walked out rapidly. Before I could catch up with him, Zach was in his room. The door closed just as I got there. I rapped quietly. He didn't answer. I rapped again, and the door slowly opened. Zach looked out, his face void of expression.
"Let's talk," I whispered.
The door opened slowly, and Zach stepped back as I entered. I made sure the door was closed and locked behind me. Zach moved away from me, standing at the side of his bed. I motioned him to sit down, and I sat beside him.
"You saw what we were doing..." I began. Dumb. Of course, he saw. "Zach, I want to talk to you. What are you thinking?"
He looked at me, and I could see the disappointment on his face.
"Zach... You thought I was never with anyone else? That I only had sex with you?"
He didn't answer, but I knew that was it. I'd been his first one, and he'd assumed that meant... we were attached somehow.
"Zach, let me tell you a story." I took his hand in both my hands. And looked him in the face.
"Once there was a boy, only twelve years old...
.....................
... only twelve years old. He knew he was different, that he liked boys. But he didn't know what to do about it. He played with his dick dreaming of boys he knew. He could only have dry cums, but with each one he felt so happy... but so alone. How could a boy who liked boys be happy without a friend? He knew he was different in a way of which people disapproved. He looked at boys, sometimes in the shower room at school, and he wanted just to touch... to feel... to do things with a boy.
One day he was walking home from school. He turned into the city park to take a shortcut he sometimes used. When he rounded a clump of bushes to leave the paved path, he suddenly saw two boys. One was kneeling, sucking the dick of the other one. They looked like they were in high school. Then he recognized one of them; he had been in the eighth grade last year. And they were doing something he'd never even thought about. He imagined boys naked together. Boys playing with each other's dicks. But he was so naive he hadn't even known you could suck on a dick.
Cocksucker! That's what boys meant when they called somebody a cocksucker! It really meant what it said!
How would that feel? What would it taste like? His hand reached down under the waistband of his pants, and he held his dick, already hard. The boy on his knees was obviously enjoying himself. He was moving his face back and forth onto the dick he was sucking. The other boy had his face turned upward, his eyes closed, his hand on his cocksucker's head.
The boy watching them unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He had to stroke it. He just had to.
The boy being sucked groaned loudly and said something to his cocksucker. His pulled his dick out of the mouth, and his cocksucker stroked it a few times. Suddenly a watery white stream shot out of the end of it onto the ground. It was the first time the boy had seen cum. He stroked his dick a little faster. He was so excited!
But he must have made a sound; both boys suddenly turned around and saw him. The older one -- the one who'd been sucked -- ran over to him, his limp dick still out of his pants. "What the fuck are you doing? Watching us? I ought to pound your face..."
The other one -- the one he'd recognized -- came over and pulled the first boy back a bit. "Wait a minute," he said. "I know this guy. I know you from school don't I?"
The boy nodded, his stiff dick still in his hand. He was petrified. They were both big enough to hurt him -- badly.
The older boy said, "You like watching guys suck?"
The younger boy said to his friend, 'Wait... he's all right." He stepped closer and asked, "You've never see a guy getting sucked before, have you?"
He shook his head 'no.'
"You want to try it?"
The boy he recognized from school had a smile on his face, so he knew he wouldn't hurt him. And he nodded his 'yes' without even thinking about it.
"I haven't cum yet," he said to his friend. To the frightened boy, he said, "It's okay. You can suck me." And he dropped his pants and underpants.
The dick was hard, pointed right at him. He reached out to touch it, holding it with his fingers wrapped around the shaft. It was the first time he'd touched a dick other than his own. It was hot to his touch. Hard. But the skin covering it was soft, smooth. He slowly moved his face toward it, then opened his mouth and took the dick in. He didn't know what to expect, but there wasn't much of a taste at all. He moved his tongue around the hard shaft to taste more, and the boy above him groaned. He knew the sound of pleasure when he heard it; he'd made that sound often enough playing with his own dick.
Cocksucking meant that you sucked. So he began to suck carefully, holding his tongue against the underside of the dick. The boy above groaned, "Fuck, you know what to do, don't you?" Actually, he didn't, but he tried sucking and licking different ways, enjoying the feel of a hard, hot dick against his tongue and the inside of his cheek. He took as much of the dick in as he could, and he felt the cockhead touch the back of his throat. He swallowed against it, and that produced another groan from the boy being sucked.
"Gonna cum... oh yea..."
The dick was suddenly pulled out of his mouth, and he watched as its owner pumped it several times. A long stream of young cum shot out of the cockhead onto the ground; it was followed by a few more shots. Watching it from below the dick, he could see the balls flex as the dick was pumped. He watched in amazement as he saw only the second cumshot he'd ever seen.
"Fuck..." The boy looked down at him. "This guy's a natural born cocksucker," he said to his friend.
Yes, that was what he was, he decided. A natural born cocksucker.
"Then suck this," the older boy said. He held his spent dick to the boy's mouth, and he eagerly gobbled it, sucking and licking. This one has real taste to it, and he realized it was the taste of the boy's cum, what was left after he'd shot it onto the ground. The boy above him groaned as that tongue moved faster. The boy could feel the dick -- bigger than the first one -- swell in his mouth, harden, stiffen... And he was doing it! He was making that dick get hard and big and feel so good...
The second boy put his hand on the head of the natural born cocksucker to hold it in place -- as if anybody wanted it pulled away!
It took longer than the other one had, since the older boy had just cum, but soon there were groans from above, and the dick in his mouth hardened even more. It was shoved in deeper, and he suddenly got a mouthful of cum. He swallowed, but there wasn't much more.
"Fuck... you swallowed! He swallowed," he said to the younger boy. "You never did that," he said to his friend.
The boy he knew from school asked him, "You really like dick, don't you?"
He nodded his head.
"Why don't you meet us here after school tomorrow?"
He nodded his 'yes' while he was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth for the first time.
After school the next day he found both boys there again. And they had two friends with them. He was nervous about it, but he sucked all four dicks, swallowing some and letting some shoot onto the ground. Without being asked, he went back the following day, and there were five boys he didn't know at all. He was a little afraid this time, but when they asked him if he was the cocksucker, they pulled their dicks out -- some of them very big with lots of hair -- and sucked them all.
He was a natural born cocksucker, all right. He sucked only the high school boys that came to him behind the bushes for a while, then he sucked a boy from his own school. As word got around that he loved dick, soon others came asking for the favor. He sucked more dick that year than he ever imagined he would in a lifetime.
.........................
"And he sucked his way through high school. The boys knew where they could always get a good blow job, and they kept quiet about it so the fun wouldn't be ruined," I said to Zach.
His head had wound up against my shoulder.
"And I am that boy, Zach. I'm the boy who knew with his first taste of dick that it was what I wanted. I'm the boy who wanted to suck anybody who asked. Eventually, I learned about fucking from a gay friend, but I never gave up my taste for cock."
I was silent for a minute. I turned my face to Zach's. "That's who I am, Zach. I suck lots of cocks, as many as I can get. That's just who I am, Zach. You understand?"
Zach slowly nodded his head.
"I love cock," I said. I moved my arm so I could rub his back. "I especially like watching cumshots -- like those amazing ones of yours," I smiled. "I had no idea a dick could shoot so hard or so far."
"I guess I just thought... maybe..." Zach stopped.
"Tell me," I urged him.
He sat up and looked me in the eye.
"It makes sense," he said quietly. "I understand. I think maybe... maybe I could love cock like that." He grinned. "I sure like yours!" He took a deep breath. "It's not right for me to think that... just you and me... I know that doesn't make any sense."
I put my hand on his shoulder. "Zach, you are a very special guy. You really turn me on. And I love your cock. And those great cumshots. We can be jack-off buddies as long as you want." I grinned. "And suck buddies, too."
"But Jerry, I want the fucking, too. I want it real bad."
I'd wondered if Zach and I would get to that point. And Zach had brought it up himself. I told him it was too late then -- the sun was almost up! -- but we could get together in his room the next night. He agreed, and we kissed.
The next night I waited until the hall had quieted down, and then I went to Zach's room. He opened the door for me, shut and locked it. He wanted another kiss, and we kissed deeply for a bit. I started to unbutton my shirt while we were still kissing, and he helped me get my pants and briefs off. I stood there naked before him and let him look at everything. I'd learned that he loved to look. My dick wasn't fully hard, but it flexed for him.
"Suck me, Zach," I said. "Make me really hard."
I sat down on his bed with my legs open. He was there in a flash, his tongue licking my cock. He held it in his hand as he licked across the peelips. I shuddered at the sensation. Then he sucked me into his mouth. I leaned back on my elbows and enjoyed his mouth. And I knew he was enjoying my cock. I was giving him plenty of precum. It didn't take long for me to get as hard as I ever get. I sat up, gently pulling my cock from his mouth.
"Get naked, Zach. Then get up on the bed."
When he did, I arranged him so that he was on his knees with that big butt toward me. I told him to put his elbows down and lean forward. I went over to my pants and pulled out the lube I'd brought with me. When I turned around, I got the full benefit of that naked, heavy, big-butted guy who ached for a fuck. His ass was smooth and hairless, and I rubbed my hands over and around his huge cheeks. He was soft, and I moved his butt cheeks around as I massaged him there. He hummed quietly. I spread his cheeks and found his pucker. It was deep inside his crack, almost buried between his two big cheeks. I was going to have to go in deep before I even get to his hole.
I put some lube on my finger and worked it around his pucker. It tensed at the unfamiliar touch. I rubbed around and around slowly and eventually began to press.
"O put it in me..." Zach whined.
"Soon, buddy."
The tip of my finger pressed gently, and I felt his pucker flex, still resisting. More lube. More rubbing. I talked quietly to him about how good fucking was, what a great ass he had, how much I wanted inside. Eventually, I felt his pucker relax just a bit, and I took advantage of the moment to press inwards. He sucked in his breath noisily. I whispered that he should be as quiet as possible. I moved my finger in, and I felt the tightness of his virgin hole.
"It's going to hurt a bit, Zach. But I expect you to be very quiet. If you want my cock inside, you have to be really quiet. The hurt will die away, I promise. If it gets to be too much, let me know, and I'll stop."
"Go."
I worked my finger in deeper and, after a long time I put in a second finger. He tightened with that, but he didn't make a sound. I turned my fingers around, massaging the circle of the ring around them. Those two fingers spent a lot of time getting to know that tunnel. When it seemed better, I used a third finger. I fingerfucked him a while like that, and the only sound he made was a soft hum. It took a long time, and I asked him once if his shoulders or back hurt and if he wanted to rest awhile. He told me he only wanted my cock.
I'd been dripping precum for a while as I worked his ass. I dripped some more lube on his pucker, moving it into his hole with those fingers, then I dripped some lube on my cock. I stroked it once and felt it throb. I slowly pulled my fingers out, and before I lay my cockhead at his hole, I saw a small dark hole -- his ring hadn't closed completely. His ass was so big I couldn't see a thing inside, but I held my cock with one hand and pushed. His ring spread open, and my cockhead was in! The only sound he made was a long moan.
I knew it had to be hurting. His virgin ass had to get used to a fuck. I talked quietly about relaxing, breathing deeply in and out. And when I felt him relax a little, I pressed my cock in farther. He groaned slightly.
"Are you okay?" I whispered.
"Fuck me..." His voice sounded strangled but firm.
I continued slowly to press my hard cock into his ass. I could feel my sensitive cockhead sliding along his slick tube and had to remember to keep quiet, myself. I moved slowly inward until I couldn't move anymore. My crotch was up against his ass. Even though there was still some of my cock outside it, I'd gotten as much of it inside as I was going to get. I told him I would hold still for a minute and he would get used to the feel.
"Full..." he whispered. "Feel full... don't stop... fuck... me...."
I pulled away slowly, then pressed in again. I began to make slow and continuous moves, in and out, to let his ass get used to my cock moving inside. I pulled as far out as I could without letting my cock pop out, and then I fucked back in again. Over and over. Slow. Regular. His whisper-quiet moans matched the rhythm of my fucks. When I felt him press back against my cock as I fucked inward, I began to move a little faster. I was really fucking now. Continuous movements, in and out, my cock heating up from the tightness of his ass and the constant motion against his tunnel. I could feel it building in me.
"Cum... inside?" I whispered.
"Yesssssss..." he hissed. "Fill me... yessss..."
I fucked harder and faster, my crotch slapping against his big ass, my balls swinging beneath. I pounded his virgin ass, showing him was a real fuck was like. Building inside... O fuck such a fat ass... so tight... I fastened my eyes on the spread of flesh on either side of my cock, which I couldn't see at all. Fucking... needing release... Fuck Zach you're... going... to... get it...
I bit my lips to keep from crying out as my first shot opened the tube in my dick, spread the little peelips wide, and flooded into his ass. I pumped harder and felt more cum rising and shooting through my cockhead... pulsing out into ass... tight ass... O fuck... yea...
I slowed and stopped when I was finished. I leaned into Zach's ass to rest, my dick still inside. His ass muscles slowly expelled it with a slippery wet sound. I stood up, my back hurting from the effort of pumping into him. I looked at his hole, slowly closing, and then it disappeared inside his deep crack. Zach slowly let himself down onto the bed. I sat carefully next to him.
I rubbed his shoulder. When he turned his face up to me, I could see that tears had been running down his cheeks.
"Fuck, Zach... Are you all right? Is it okay?"
He gave a deep chuckle and smiled. "I've never been better in my life," he murmured. "I've been fucked." He kept repeating it sowly over and over. "I've been fucked... I've been fucked..." He rolled onto his side, his big gut swinging around. I couldn't even see his tiny dick. "Jerry..." He remembered to whisper quietly. "Jerry... you fucked me... you fucked me... you fucked me..."
I leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I sure did, Zach. And you are a great fuck."
He was smiling when I rose up again. He lay his hand on my thigh and squeezed it a little. It seemed to be the only movement he could make at the moment. He was still smiling when I leaned down to kiss his lips, dress, and let myself out of his room quietly.