Hi, everyone! I'm really sorry it took so long for part 5. I've just been so busy and tired from my job, that I haven't had the time to sit and write. But, now I'm finally ready, and hope you'll enjoy it as much as the first four chapters. To all of you who've written and expressed your enjoyment, thank you so much. It means a lot that you've not only taken the time to read my story from all of the others, but also the time to write complimentary things and constructive criticisms, to help me become a better writer. I appreciate you all!
When we last left Tyler and Mr. F., they had finally consummated their love/lust, at least partly. There will be lots more passion, sensuality, sex, etc. in this part, so don't worry! I may continue this series, depending on the demand. I hope that you'll let me know if I should continue with this story, or go on to something else. I value all of your suggestions and take them into account when I write.
One of my fans, Dave, sent me several photos of guys he thought might embody the Mr. F. and Tyler characters. One of them could definitely be Tyler, in my opinion. I will send it to anyone who requests it. I still look forward to any submissions you may have. Please send them to BernieMBF@aol.com, and I'll let you know who most captures the characters' essence fully. (that sounded rather prosaic, didn't it? LOL!)
Ok, then. I know you're waiting, so here-finally-is part 5 of..."My student, the stripper". Enjoy!
I was lying there, on my back, my 6 inch cock still half-hard from the most incredible blow job I'd ever been privileged to receive. Next to me, naked and glowing, was my precious Tyler. I only dreamed things could be this amazing, and it had actually come true. I felt so relaxed, so peaceful, at this moment. I stretched out my arms, so that my baby could lie on top of me, his firm, smooth body resting upon mine. As I gently stroked his strong v-shaped back with my still trembling hands, I had this incredible desire to please him, to give him as much satisfaction as I knew how. I couldn't wait any longer. I gently turned to my side, so that he was now lying on his back, and said to him, "babe, I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt before. You don't have to do anything, except lie back and enjoy it. If there's anything you want me to do that I'm not doing, or to stop doing, just tell me, ok? I love you and you deserve to be as happy as I am right now." I smiled, looking into those amazing blue eyes. They just radiated such warmth and trust. "Yes, Mr. F. I will. And I love you, too", he whispered with a catch in his voice. It was obvious that he was moved by the fact that we'd just declared our love for one another. It wasn't just about amazing sex, although this undoubtedly was. We had a real bond, something greater than just the physical. Even though the two of us seemed so different, there was a force pulling us together that made it feel like we belonged to each other. Just knowing that made my emotions rise to the surface, not like a run-of-the-mill screw. Tyler was more to me than just a quick f**k-I wanted to be with him forever, if he'd have me. With that in mind, I got on top of him, resting most of my weight on my arms and legs, so as not to hurt him. I weighed considerably more than he did, so I wanted for him not to be uncomfortable at all. I leaned in and kissed him once again. If ever lips were made for kissing, it was Tyler's. He was so passionate, not holding anything back from me. I felt like I could've kissed him all night, and it might be enough. Of course, I wasn't about to deprive him of the unbelievable ecstasy that he deserved and that-modesty aside-I knew I could provide him. Reluctantly moving from those sweet lips and tounge of his, I began to lick and suck at his neck, careful not to leave any marks. His whole body tasted sweet, as if he'd been dipped in a light sheen of candy or sugar. His reactions made my heart pound with joy, and my previously half hard dick had now returned to full mast. He moaned softly, saying things like "oh, Mr. F.! That feels so good. I love you!" How could you not want to continue, hearing such sweet whisperings and feeling his body twist and writhe with contentment? I then moved further south, back to those scrumptious boy nipples of his, that I'd tasted earlier. I needed seconds badly, so I resumed my friendly assualt on them, using my patented method of alternating sucking and licking just the tips, with taking his entire massive pectoral into my mouth, so that he could feel the sensation in more than one area. He was totally ga-ga from my ministrations, and his moans and sighs were getting louder and more guttural in nature. I was fearful that if this kept up, I might lose the chance to get his first load into my mouth, which was my ultimate goal. Even though his body was so delicious, his reactions so intense, I had to press forward, and collect my reward-every precious drop of it. And so, I moved down to his "innie" navel and briefly swirled my tongue in and around it, which he clearly enjoyed, too. It felt like his entire body was one big errogenous zone, and I was the one trusted to stimulate it to the fullest. Finally, I went down to his gorgeous, egg-sized balls, so perfectly encased in his silken nut sac, and started to tongue, lick, and suck them-very gently, of course, so as to delay the inevitable. His breath was coming in ragged gasps by this point, and I knew it would cruel-both to him and to me-to deprive of his release any longer. I moved up from those perfect lightly haired orbs, and just gazed-reverently-at that humongous cock of his. It was standing long, thick, and proud-all nine by five inches of it, and on its tip was lots of pearly, clear pre-cum, just waiting to be consumed. Looking at his magnificent face, I saw the want in his eyes. They were practically begging me to do what I would've done, anyway. I flicked out my tongue, and finally tasted some of my baby's essence. I felt a warmth that spread throughtout my entire body. It tasted like nothing I ever imagined! Sweet, just like his lips, his skin. I proceeded to lap up every drop on his mountain top, to be rewarded with more boy nectar, that continued to ooze out of that perfect manhood of his. I then took just the mushroom head of his into my mouth. I heard a sharp gasp, and watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, seeming not to believe that this was all happening to him. I had to admit, I couldn't quite believe it, either, but was grateful beyond words that it was. The spongy head of his penis felt just right in my mouth, like it was meant to be there. I knew at this rate, from the way his shaft was throbbing, that I had to act now. And so, taking a deep breath, I first raised my mouth to just barely touching his cockslit to conturing my lips around his rock hard member and descending slowly-inch by inch-as I relaxed my throat to allow his meat to be fully engulfed by my clutching throat muscles. It took only about 10 seconds, before I'd taken his entire tubesteak down my starving gullet. By now, he was beside himself, his firm, strong body thrashing around the bed like someone possessed. I watched as his arms and legs flexed, showing off the incredible muscle tone and firmness that guys a lot older would've killed to have had. By now, he was hyperventilating, barely able to say anything, but he didn't have to. I knew what he wanted, and I was hell-bent on giving it to him. As much as I wanted for these moments to last, I knew it couldn't possibly, given how hot he was, and an 18 year old virgin to boot! I felt his massive cock start to throb even more, and stiffen incredibly, which was a sure sign that he was seconds away from paradise. I increased the suction on his iron shaft, and about three seconds later, he gave a strangulated cry, "oh, Mr. F! I'm gonna cum! Oh, gosh! Yeah, I'm gonna shoot! Yeaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!" Now, I expected it was going to be a huge load, but this one actually cut off my breathing for several seconds. I counted ten creamy jets of hot, Mormon, boycum that pumped into my mouth, cutting off my air supply, but not seeming to care. Hey, if I had to choke, it might as well be from my lover's semen, right? It wasn't only the amount of blasts, but the volume! I didn't know any one guy could produce so much jizz at one time, but my baby sure did, and I was not about to lose a single drop if I could help it. I had to swallow awfully fast to get it all, but I did, and boy! was it worth it! Although it wasn't as sweet as his lips and skin, it didn't matter. I loved the salty, somewhat bitter flavor of his massive ejaculation, and that's all that mattered. As far as I was concerned, it was sweet to me, because it was from him, and he chose to give it to me, and not someone else. When I'd cleared my windpipe a bit, I was able to savor the rest of his creamy load, so thick and manly. When I'd finally gotten every drop in my mouth swallowed, I returned to his pole to lick off any residue that I might've missed. I was sure that, like me and most other guys, he'd be super sensitive there, and not want for me to continue until he could "regroup". I noticed, to my continued amazement, that his stick hadn't seemed to shrink at all, and was as hard and long as it'd been when I started. Just for the hell of it, I resumed sucking him, prepared to back off if he was too sensitive for that. To my shock, he not only didn't push me off, but he gasped, "oh, man, Mr. F! You're sucking me again! How did you know I can shoot so soon after cumming? You're the bomb-I love you!" Holy crap, I thought. This boy's multi-orgasmic! I was beyond happy. Words needed to be created to express just how I felt right now. I was going to be treated to another flood of boycream soon, and I was as anxious as the first time to taste it all. It turned out I wouldn't have long to wait. Although lasting a bit longer than round one, it wasn't long before that flesh monster was throbbing again, impatient to deliver its cargo to its destination. Using vaccuum like suction, I deep-throated my young lover again and again, until finally, the floodgates opened once more, and I was deluged by five to six more volleys of balljuice, accompanied by cries of thankfulness and gratitude, which just made my heart swell with pride. I couldn't have enough of him-even after swallowing all he'd produced, I went back to see if I could get a third mouthful of my new favorite beverage. However, even my Tyler was human, and he gently pulled my face off of his crotch, giggling, "ok, Mr. F. It's too sensitive! Please!" I totally understood and reluctantly pulled up, watching his beautiful tool shrink down to a more relaxed six inches, still as desirable as ever, though. I looked at his face, which was still somewhat dazed from all that had just occurred. There was a shine coming from him, that seemed otherwordly. Like he truly was an angel, here on earth, to love and pleasure and be with for always. His pouty lips now began to tremble, and tears started to flow from his eyes. I was concerned-had I hurt him in some way? Was he traumatized by all that had just happened? I had to know. "Baby, are you ok? I didn't hurt you, did I? Please tell me!" He shook his head vigorously. "No, Mr. F.", he sobbed. "I'm just so happy right now! You just made my dreams come true-twice! How can I ever repay you? I love you so much! Can I be your boyfriend-please? I know we'd have to be discreet, but I can live with that if you can! Tell me-I want to be yours forever!", he bawled like a child. I couldn't hold my own emotions back by now, and I started to cry, too. "Yes, my love!" as I held him tightly in my arms, no longer trembling, but now strong and sure around his body. "I want to be yours forever, too! No one will tear us apart-I promise you that!" He looked at me, giving a wan smile, his still gorgeous baby blues flecked with moisture. "I promise that, too. I promise myself to you-and no one else, forever!"
Wow, I have to admit that I got a bit "flerklempt" from all of that emotion. This series is really bringing out my creative side. I've always had a secret desire to write, and this website has allowed me to realize that dream. Thanks to all of the people at Nifty for giving us closet writers a chance to express ourselves. I have to say that this chapter is my most satisfying one yet, and I hope it's been yours, too. I will definitely consider a part 6 or further, if you ask for it. Please keep all of your comments, suggestions, criticisms, photos, etc. coming to BernieMBF@aol.com. I plan to continue answering all of my mail, and apologize if it's not in as timely a fashion as it should be. Until we meet again, stay well, be safe, and remember to love one another. It's what keeps us going as humans, and makes our world a better place. :0)