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Stephan Noteworthy
My Wild Side Chapter Seven
My chest was on his, and my head rested between the valley of his mountainous pecs. I loved it.
He was gently moving his forearms and hands over my back muscles as I continued playing with him. I scooted down and as I roamed my hands all over his upper body and biceps, he suddenly flexed his biceps as I was massaging them. It was so erotic, that I instantly blew a load between us. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. I just told him to shut up and continue on. I finally reached the object of my desire, and fully engulfed him. I didn't waste any time either.
I tortured him as I would bring him to the brink of orgasm, then would back him off from the reality of it. I kept it up for a good hour before he finally begged me to let him shoot. He shot load after load after load. His orgasm lasted for a good two minutes. I must have really aroused him as he collapsed into unconsciousness, but within a few minutes I had him aroused again (he, he), and although he still looked like he was out of it, he really wasn't. His cock hadn't retreated to softness, so I kept it lodged in my mouth as I manipulated it with everything I could muster. I kept him hard for a good three hours. It was as if he was on Viagra--it go down. Of course, I didn't object to it either.
I got up and sat down on his crotch. His cock was between my ass cheeks. It felt so good, as if it belonged there. I massaged his crotch with my ass as I continued manipulating his perky nipps. He was playing with my nipps and pecs too, and soon I shot another load. This time it was so powerful that it literally hit him in the face. He opened his mouth and after I had splattered him with all I had, I collapsed on him. Our mouths met, and we sucked and made out passionately. I then scooted down and began ministering on his still swollen pecs and his nipps once again. I pulled, sucked, chewed, and nibbled on them while using copious amounts of saliva. I worked on both of 'em for a goodly amount of time. They would need my constant care and attention so they would achieve my devilish desire.
Still nothing anal happened between us. It wasn't a necessary ingredient in the bond we had with each other. It was then I decided, I would have Stephen as my main course, Rick would be a side dish. We fell asleep with me on top of his muscled bod. I loved the feel of his muscles as he enveloped me with his arms. We woke up the next morning in the same position we had fallen asleep in. I was in the arms of my hunk my stud muffin massive with muscles.
I woke up first, and looked at his nipps I had so earnestly worked on. They weren't swollen, or red, but they did stand out from his body. They were so lickable and suckable, so I did what they were beckoning me to do. I reached out with my tongue and began ministering my love to 'em. When I was working on one with my mouth, I worked on the other with my fingers. They weren't quite as enlarged as Rick's, but I vowed that before long they would be very palpable with my mouth, tongue, and teeth action. As I was ministering to them, he woke up and smiled.
"Someone's frisky this morning."
"Yeah, I can't get enough."
"What the hell happened to you last night. It was just about all I could stand. You don't know how some of that stuff hurt."
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't help but do you as I did. It was as if something inside me snapped. I wanted to hurt you I wanted to control you. I guess I did, didn't I."
"Yeah, you did, but please not so rough next time, ok?"
"Ok, not so rough."
"You know, this wild side of yours is just about as bad as my jealousy."
I thought about what he said, and finally gave in that he was probably right. After a few minutes of playing with each other, we dressed sort of. I would put on some clothing, and he would rip it off. He would put on some, and I would rip it off. This continued for a few minutes, after which, we just looked at each other and broke out laughing. I dressed him, and he dressed me. I had him dressed as I had told Rick to do. I wanted to compare my two musculars as they sat next to each other at breakfast.
We arrived at the commons at the same time Rick did. My two guys were so good looking as they sat next to each other. My cock responded instantly, as I shot a boner. Looking at the two of them side by side with their shirts open, and their ripped muscles taunting me, it was all I could do to eat my breakfast. I mentally compared the two. Ricks plateaued pecs versus Stephens more mounded pecs. Stephen's nipps were now about the same length as Rick's. I did manage to eat breakfast, however. I asked Rick if he needed any more help with his course. He said he did, and asked if I could come over again. I looked at Stephen, as if I was asking permission. He smiled so I told Rick that I'd come over that evening, and we agreed to meet again for supper.
We left the commons and Stephen and I returned to our room. I stripped him immediately and took another breakfast snack, and he tasted really good. I began ministering to his nipps with my teeth and mouth as I sucked 'em for all they were worth. After about thirty minutes of sucking, pulling, nibbling, and manipulating them. I acquiesced, and I put some therapeutic cream on 'em. It had healing agents in it, for swollen or inflamed muscles. I then dressed him. Later he would be modeling in my art class for the last time. Our sketches would be turned in at the end of class.
I arrived at class again about 10 minutes early. Stephen arrived a few minutes after I did. He went to the dressing room and came out a few minutes later. He was dressed in his robe, but he looked so hot it hurt to even look in his direction. He talked with a few students as he completely neglected me hell he didn't even look in my direction. Oh he was going to pay for this believe you me, and I thought of the perfect way too. I was going to use his jealousy against him.
When class was started, the professor asked Stephen to disrobe and return to his pose on the platform. Most of the students gasped when he took his robe off, but this time it wasn't because of his muscled form, it was because of his nipples. One of the students asked the professor what he should do since he had already sketched his nipples, and now they were elongated. The professor told him to continue on with the rest of the sketch, then the professor addressed the rest of the students. He told them that if they had already sketched Stephen's pectoral muscle and nipples, that it would be all right. The others were to sketch him as he looked now.
During class Stephen never once looked my direction, but instead was looking at another stud muffin. His name was Jerry. He had been one of the students that had gasped when Stephen disrobed. Jerry had a body one would kill for, and he always wore something that would show it off. He was a wide receiver on our football team, and I thought to myself, I'd like for him to be my receiver. Hum, maybe I could work him in too, but would he receptive? I had heard a lot of the team members were players and on both side of the field, so there was a good chance for some action with him too, and with his antics, I thought there was an excellent chance.
Now back to the problem at hand. After class was dismissed, I was thoroughly enraged and pissed that Stephen had totally ignored me. He went to the dressing room, and I left. I waited in hall, so I could put my plan of revenge in play. I waited a few minutes, and finally Rick showed up. I kept him there until I saw Stephen come out. As he entered, I placed my textbooks on the floor and leaned into Rick. When Stephen glanced over, I placed my hands under Rick's shirt and began feeling his chest muscles and abs. The look on Stephen's face was priceless, as was the look on Rick's, but for an entire different reason. Stephen then came over to where we were, and I continued pawing at Rick's chest muscles.
"Palmer, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Just doing to Rick, what you were mentally doing to Jerry, except I'm doing it physically, you were doing it with your eyes you were lusting. You never once even acknowledged my presence in class, but were fully focused on that stud-muffin wide receiver."
Stephen was fuming. His nostrils were flaring, his chest was again heaving, and his beefy arms were tensing his fists. I just continued to paw at Rick, as the hall was empty with the exception of the three of us. Stephen began to move toward Rick. I knew he could, and probably would, beat him to a pulp once Stephen started in on him, so I blocked Stephen's approach, as I stood between them. Rick, I found out was aggressive too this combination was not good.
"No you don't Stephen, leave Rick alone--I'm the one who began flirting with him. He's just as shocked about my feeling him up as you are."
Stephen had to get past me, before he could get to Rick. I just hoped and prayed he would consider this before any action took place. Stephen continued toward Rick and I, but stopped just an inch from my body. I liked my face the way it was, but I didn't know if I would like it after Stephen got through with me; however, I stood my ground. Rick moved forward towards my back. He was practically on top of me trying to get at Stephen. I could hear his heavy breathing, and could feel it on the top of my head. Since I was so much shorter that the two of them, their faces were completely unobstructed and were only inches apart. I turned sideways and pushed 'em both away. Neither one looked at me, and both had looks that one would not want to be on the receiving end of.
However, I did manage to get them apart well some anyway. I had both of my hands on their chests as I was pushing them. The feeling was magnificent, as both bodies were heaving their chests. Finally, I turned toward Rick and told him I would see him later that evening, and told him to go on to his next class. He huffed and puffed, but finally turned and walked down the hallway and to his next class. Every now and then, he would turn and look to see if I were ok.
That left Stephen and I alone. He was still heaving his chest and flexing his arm muscles into fists. I didn't say anything as I left him standing there. I went back to my dorm, and as I lay on my bed, I thought of what had just transpired. Rick now knew that Stephen and I had something together. Stephen thought I was probably having an affair with Rick, and he was right, but there was no way I was going to admit it to him now maybe later- -maybe never.
After a while, I got up and started working on my class assignments. Stephen hadn't returned to our room, and I began worrying about Rick's safety. I phoned him, and found that he was ok, but he was still mad as a hornet at Stephen.
"Look Rick, I'm sorry about what happened I used you to get back at Stephen for not paying any attention to me in class. He was practically flirting with Jerry."
"Jerry?"
"Yeah, you know--our teams wide receiver."
"I didn't know he was gay or bi."
"I don't know if he is either, but I'm thinking he is. Look, if you don't want me to come over this evening, I'll understand. I know I wronged you, I just needed to show Stephen that he wasn't the only player in town. I'm really sorry that I involved you in this."
"Are you kidding? You've got to come. I'm so damn horny, I'm about to bust my nuts--I'm hurting man."
"Well put it on hold for a while longer, and don't worry--I'll take care of ya. I'd better go, it sounds as if Stephen may be at the door. Catch you later. Bye."
It turned out that it wasn't Stephen, but some visitor, who had the wrong dorm room. I was only clad in my shorts, and he looked wantonly at my V shaped muscled chest. I got his name and number, for future information. I closed the door and decided I'd better go and find my misplaced and misguided stud muffin. I put on a tight fitting t-shirt it was one of my favorites. With my jogging shorts and sneakers already on, I went on my quest. After an hour of looking around, I still hadn't seen him, so I went back to our room--still no Stephen I phoned Rick once again just to make sure he was ok--there was no answer. I was really worried then, so to be on the safe side, I jogged over to his room. He wasn't there. A neighbor across the hall said he had seen him leave earlier. I was somewhat relieved, but still worried about his safety.
The only place I hadn't looked for my stud muffin was the gym, so I jotted across campus, and there in the weight room was Stephen. No one was in the room with him, so I went on in. He was lying on the weight bench doing bench presses. I was stunned by the amount of weight he was pressing, and he didn't have anyone spotting for him. I straddled him and sat on his abs as he continued. It didn't faze him a bit. I reached under his shirt and began to manipulate his nipples. This caused an immediate reaction behind me as I felt his cock rising to greet my ass. I continued playing with his chest, and after about two minutes, he set the weights back on the bench holder. He looked at me, with a smirk, which soon turned to a smile. God his dimples were cute.
I leaned over and kissed him he kissed back. He just lay there beneath me as I continued to knead his pecs and played with his chested hair. I got up and went over and locked the door, and pulled all the blinds down. I went back to where he was laying and pulled his shorts and jock strap off. His now very hard and dripping cock was released from its confines as it slapped his abs firmly. I came over and got out of my clothes as well. I returned to my sitting position, and his cock was jutting and throbbing as I sat firmly on it. I bent over and began doing my thing to his pecs and nipples. They were still pulled out some, so I decided it was time to continue pulling on them. I did so with my mouth and teeth. I worked them over really well for what time I had.
Finally, I got up and offered him my hand. He got up too, and gently picked me up and pulled me to him. Nothing was said nothing needed to be said. Our actions spoke volumes. Once he set me down, we dressed each other, and I took his strong hand and gently pulled. Still nothing had been spoken, and we began our trek back to our room. We walked hand in arm along the walkway. I was ogling his strong muscled bicep, and he flexed it as I did. It sent shockwaves through me, and I shot a hefty load right then and there. He looked at me and smiled, as he knew what had happened. Other students, as you might expect, noticed us being together, but nothing derogatory was said. Once back at the dorm, we had a short discussion about his jealousy.
"Stephen, you've got to work on this jealousy crap. I can't handle it."
"My jealousy? What about yours? Here you're telling me about mine, but it seems you were just a little jealous yourself weren't you?"
"It wasn't jealousy, I was hurt, and yeah, I made a fool of myself in the process with Rick and in front of you."
"Palm, it's ok. I know I really need to get it under control, but how?"
"I'll make an appointment for you with a doctor maybe he can prescribe something that will help keep you in control."
"What about Rick, are you still going to see him this evening?"
"Of course, he's my friend and he needs my help. Look, if you want to come along, you can watch and judge for yourself just how harmless it'll be. "
"No, I don't need to do that, but get back as soon as you're through. I need you in my arms. Now, about us eating with him, I know it's silly, but please look at me more than you do him."
"Ok, I can handle that, but I'm not going to ignore him. He's a good guy, and I want to become a better friend to him. He doesn't have many. I want you to become a friend of his too you just have to beat this jealousy shit. And the first thing you're going to do is to call him and apologize for your behavior. I phoned him earlier and apologized for groping him and putting him in that awkward position, and he accepted. Now it's your turn."
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Stephan Noteworthy