The Kid at the Bar Part 2 By: Botpuppy @aol.com
This is the Way that Mark Remembers It
My dick was hard and I was nervous, but when I saw him looking for a light, I figured it was now or never and grabbed a pack of matches from the bar. I burned my fingers when the first match burned down, but lit another, and he steadied my hand as he lit up.
Next thing I knew, I was up against the wall with his body tight against me, so close that I could feel his body heat and his dick hard against me. The denim of his jeans didn't prevent me from realizing that he had a big thick prick, a cocksucker's dream. I knew then that I was going to get his dick in my mouth if I had to beg him for it. I fantasized about being on my knees for him, my dream come true. I knew I was in for something when his armpit was in my face. It was embarrassing, but his smell and raw power overcame my pride and I began to lick the thick black hair in submission. I never guessed that a man's smell would turn me on this way. But something about him just made me want to obey him and lick him, knowing that was what he wanted and if that alone was going to be my reward, I was willing although I longed to feel his hard maleness inside me.
When he guided my hand to his crotch, I had to fight to keep from cumming my briefs. The heft of his balls and the length and thickness of his cock made my own dick begin to ooze with that familiar liquid that usually preceded my orgasm. I wanted him badly but had second thoughts as I followed him into the men's room. Was I going to have to suck his dick in here? What would happen if someone came in? Me on my knees, his cock thrusting into me, maybe splattering his load all over me as a stranger watched. But I did as he said, but I paused a few minutes hoping it wouldn't be too obvious that I was following him. When I got there he was standing at the urinal, and, seeing me unzipped and let his half-hard dick hang out. He told me to hold it while he prepared to piss in the urinal.
Hold his dick while he pissed? What was I getting myself into? But my hand went to his dick and held it lightly, amazed that I couldn't close my fist around its thickness. The feeling was intense and overcame my fear. His cock swelled as his piss stream gushed noisily against the porcelain, and it seemed only natural that I would bend down to lick the remains from his dick I wondered what I would have done if he had wanted to use me instead of the urinal. Thank God no one came in.
I had heard of guys wearing rings or straps around their balls and cocks, but this was the first time I had seen one. Then he took the strap from around his cock and fastened it on my wrist. I was aware that people would realize that it wasn't a bracelet, but it was his and I would wear it and cherish the memory of this experience.
I was thrilled that he offered me a ride, but did a double take when he opened the door to a new Lexus and wondered how a college guy could afford a car like this, but said nothing. He switched on the ignition, then turned to face me, his arm around my shoulder as he drew me closer to him. I began to inhale in short rapid breaths as I felt the strength of his arm pulling me tight against him, his fingers finding my heaving chest, then a nipple. Then he tilted my head up with his other hand and bent down to kiss me.
His kiss was persistent and demanding, and my lips parted to accept the penetration of his tongue. All the while, his fingers toyed with my nipple which seemed to be as hard as my dick now. I felt my dick oozing again and wondered if I was going to have an orgasm right here. Then his index finger was between my lips, replacing his tongue, soon to be replaced by his middle finger while the rest of his fingers held my face in a gentle but firm grasp.
I willingly sucked on his fingers. My breaths were coming shallower now, and more frequently, and I recognized the familiar approach to a climax, just as real as the ones I have had while jerking off. But I hadn't even touched my dick and neither had he; how could this be happening?
But it did. I let out a deep moan into his big rough palm. My dick spurted my load into my briefs, and I continued to moan with his finger still exploring the insides of my cheeks and tongue. He didn't say anything but he must have known what had happened because he removed his finger and relaxed his grip on my arm. He held me this way for a moment, allowing my breathing to return to almost normal.
We drove the short distance back to the campus, not speaking. He pulled up at the frosh dorm, and I turned back to him. "Jack, can I see you again, then adding, please?" He sat back, looked at me for a minute, which seemed like an hour. Then, "11 o'clock, jock's dorm, suite 1510, don't be late."He traced his finger down my nose, then across my lips. "I got some business to take care of, babe, later." With that he pulled away and I headed up to our room.
My roommate was lying on his bed, reading something. "Hey bud, he called. You look kinda frazzled. You been out with Linda again?" "Uh yeah" I lied. "You should dump her dude, I see she got you off with a hand job again, that must be getting frustrating by this time. Maybe you ought to wear a rubber even if she won't put out, man, your load is going to stain your jeans" I just grunted and began to get ready for Jack.
I showered the cum off me. Damn it feels so good at the time but when it gets cold and your dick sticks to your briefs, it doesn't feel so good anymore. I took a long hot shower, and went back to my room to dress, thankful that no one was in the shower room to comment about the smell of my cum. This time I did like Jack had done and forgot my briefs. My roomie had left our room, because I didn't want to have to invent some lie about where I was going now, and so I didn't need to explain why I was freeballing . I figured I'd imitate Jack again, and used no deodorant. A fresh pair of Jeans and a button down, shirttails hanging, and I was ready for him.