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Prospects
By Simon Peter
I wake up horny as hell! Even after taking a shower and shaving, I am still erected. I maintain my erection through pissing out my full bladder. Fuck! I want to fuck! Bad!
As I look at my naked body and my erection in the mirror hanging on the closet door, I reflect upon my fuck prospects. Today? Nil. Shit! I need to do something about that. I run my hand up and down my cock shaft, feeling it hard and throbbing. Masturbation will not be enough for me today. What I need is pussy. I need it wet and warm. I need to feel round, firm breasts. I need to suckle on hard tits, play with a clitoris, lick smooth round ass, kiss full red lips. I need to play with long hair and nibble on ears. I need a girl. Oh, Giselle, baby, where the fuck are you? I used to go out with Giselle a couple of months ago. She was a great fuck-the greatest, actually! The thing about her that turned me on the most was her lack of inhibition when we fucked. She would orgasm when I licked her clit, spraying my face with her warm juices. I would use her cum as lubricant and enter her wet pussy, with her still whimpering with her orgasms, making sure that I position myself in such a way that my cock shaft would rub on her clitoris as I fucked her. She would orgasm again and again before I was even close to cumming. I would hold her hands up, pinning her, as I drove inside her pussy, harder and deeper. She would bite my neck, sometimes painfully. When I once released one of her hands to pull her teeth away from my neck, she drove her fingernails with her freed hand into my butt cheek, which made me pound her harder and made her orgasm under me more intensely. She bit on my lip drawing blood. As soon as I tasted the tangy saltiness mixed with sweat and the juices I had had earlier, I exploded deep into her cunt, filling her with my sperm. She would let out those little whimpering screams as she came again and again flooding my cock and pubes and balls with her hot juice. She drove me wild!
But this line of reminiscing is not helping at all! My cock throbs harder. It stands straight up, almost vertically, 20 centimeters (8 inches) of thick shaft and a cut, mushroomed head. This cock shouldn't want for pussy, I complain. It should be buried deep in a warm, wet tunnel, working it until it orgasms, flooding me with hot juices, lubricating the thrusts, until my cock explodes hard and deep.
Man, I am so horny! The problem is that I need gratification today. There are two girls in one of my English lit classes who have shown some indication of being attracted to me. But will that lead to sex? Tonight? I doubt it. It takes time to win over a girl, enough to get her to bed. Girls need to be romanced, seduced, "gentlemaned," if that is a word! They need to be taken out, talked sweetly to about nothings. They need to sit and watch stars and moons, for Chrissakes. And, guess what? My dick can't wait that long.
A guy then. Yes, I can do a guy. I am bisexual but although what I am fantasizing about is pussy, a hot man-ass and a throbbing man-dick will do as well. Guys are easier to get, when it comes to sex. If you can find the right one, you can have him sucking on your cock within the hour.
God, I need someone to suck on my cock, today!
Ok, then, a guy. How will I find one? I reflect on my prospects in that regard since I have counted off chicks.
I will probably meet, say, 100 guys on campus today. Not all friends or acquaintances, even, but simply guys on campus. If I am to believe the statistics, an average 10% of any population should be gay. So out of the 100 guys, 10 stand the chance of getting to suck me. I can easily add another 10 who are straight but curious. With the right move, mutual sucking is a possibility, even fucking, although that is not as probable. Very few guys go for actual anal penetration, actually. But that's ok. I can live with that.
So now I have 20 possible guys. Since I am so horned and boned, I optimistically add another ten guys who are straight but can be lured to accept receiving a blowjob. Experience tells me that this is not improbable and that although claiming to be straight, they can be seduced into sucking cock. Thirty guys. Not bad.
But hold on a minute. Out of the thirty, I will probably find half that are attractive enough for me to have sex with. I prefer fairly tall guys, at least 175 centimeters tall (5'7 to 5'8), although a shorter, very cute guy will also do. I like slim, fit guys, not overly muscled, but fit, firm and hot looking. Color, race or religion does not make a difference. So that's cool.
Fifty percent of 30 guys is 15 guys. I can do any of those fifteen guys that I like. But as I reflect some more, I realize that of the fifteen, there must be around, say, half that find me attractive enough to go to bed with. Shit! The numbers are dwindling.
There are now 7.5 guys left, well 10, since I am not such a bad-looking guy. Is there any other variable I need to consider? Hell, yes! I don't like effeminate boys, and there are many of those on campus. That should strike out at least five of the remaining ten.
I am left with five possibilities. That is not too bad if I knew WHO those five fuckers are. How will I be able to tell? Since I will not do an effeminate guy, I can't really guess who of the other five can be lured into bed. If I could, I would walk over and invite them to my place for a beer. That's easy enough. I'm sure that at least one will accept and end up in bed with me. But who are those fucking guys and how can I locate at least one of them? All I need is one hot guy. Is that too much to ask? Shit! This is difficult! But I really need a fuck. I am still standing in front of the mirror, still butt-naked, still with a throbbing hard-on.
My eyes go over my wardrobe, nothing fancy in there, mostly jeans and t-shirts and polos. I decide on a strategy. Girls are not impressed by outlined crotches, usually. They consider a defined bulge vulgar.
Guys are different. They do appreciate a bulge. I mean, of course, guys who are into other guys.
I grab a pair of faded, old blue jeans that have become a bit tight and pull them on, without any underwear. My cock almost tears the fabric with its hardness. But when soft, I'm sure it will be outlined provocatively. With the jeans, I opt for a t-shirt that is not overly tight but that stretches around my nipples and abs seductively. It is a bit short, ending just at my jeans waistband, which is great since it reveals my navel and hair trail if I lift my arm. I study myself in the mirror. I do look hot, I must say. I would do me in a second! The trail looks delicious, disappearing under my jeans into my thick pubes.
I walk back to the bathroom, pull down the jeans, and jerk off. A few strokes bring me to the edge and I shoot a load. Hmmm. Not like a fuck, but this should satisfy junior for a while. I wipe the jizz off my cock head and tuck my dick back into the tight jeans. Walking back to the mirror, my cock, now soft, is outlined very seductively, a bit to the left, very inviting.
The next step in my strategy is to try to make a point out of staring at the crotches of those guys that I find attractive and would love to take to bed. I will make it evident that I am interested. I will have to be careful to control my thoughts; otherwise, junior will become totally uncontrollable inside the revealing jeans. I will also have to be careful not to overdo it, to avoid eliciting any nasty reaction from an overly macho-type straight guy.
I have a quick breakfast and rush to class. The day passes with me doing the staring strategy. Nothing bites! Shit! Will I end up masturbating again? I look at my watch: it's almost 3 o'clock. I need to take a leak. As I walk into the toilet, I see two guys at the urinals. I walk to the one at the end of the line, unzip my jeans, and take out my dick.
Using my peripheral vision, I see the guy farthest from me shake his dick, tuck it back in and walk over to the sink to wash his hands. The other guy is two urinals away from me. I can't really see his penis, but from what I can see without actually turning my head and staring, this guy looks just fine.
Then I remember my strategy. Still holding my peeing cock, I turn my head towards the guy and stare at him as the one washing his hands dries off and leaves the bathroom.
There are the two of us, and this kid is a looker. He is definitely my type of guy, and junior confirms this by twitching in my hand. The guy turns and sees me staring. He smiles, nods, shakes his dick and starts to tuck it in when he notices that I am still staring at his crotch. I can see his cock, cut like mine, and quite impressive in its flaccid state.
The guy returns my stare, moving his eyes down to my crotch; his dick is still sticking out. I am done with the peeing, so, still holding my cock, I turn my body sideways, giving him full viewing access. He inhales deep and slowly runs his fingers along the shaft of his dick. We simultaneously look around the empty bathroom. As I start to move towards him, the door is pushed open and two guys enter, laughing loudly. We hastily pull up our pants, zip up, and move to the sinks. As we wash our hands side by side, I say in a low voice, "We could go for a coffee."
He nods his head and we walk out. Yes! I found a fuck for tonight! Thank you, sweet Jesus.
I watch his butt as we enter the campus caffette. Cute as cute can be. And up to my specs! My heart pounds in my chest, and I try my best to keep junior in check.
Meet Ronald. He is almost as tall as I am, looking very fit in t-shirt and baggy, low-hanging jeans, showing the waistband of his underwear, Emporio Armani; I can't help but notice. He has short-cut black hair, and the most amazing green eyes I have seen. He has a light beard and I can see the beginning of chest hair peeking from under his t-shirt collar. He acts very normal, never giving you any indication of his sexual preferences which now appear to be centered on me. He's in graphic design and my major is English lit, so we don't have much in common there, although his body design is very graphically pleasant to me, like poetry, if you see what I mean.
"You know?" he comments as we sit down with our coffee, mine black, his with cream and sugar (the wimp!). "You took me by surprise back there." He has this touch of a naughty smile on his face. Very appealing!
"Oh?" I pretend ignorance.
"I mean," he explains, "this is the first time I have been propositioned in such a manner."
"It was my only recourse to the situation I found myself in when I woke up this morning," I say, returning his smile.
"And what situation was that?" Oh, he is so mischievous.
"Ronnie," my smile widens and my eyebrows rise. "Can I call you Ronnie?"
"Only if I can call you Eddie instead of Ed."
"Deal. Well, Ronnie, regarding that situation? Needless to say, it was such a situation that needed immediate and gratifying release, so much so that it made me wear this pair of jeans without any underwear."
We laugh at that. He comments that although quite revealing, it is alluring and that my strategy actually works.
"Alluring, hunh?" I smirk. "Can I allure you to my place then?"
"You definitely can. You can consider me totally allured!"
We sit and talk for about half an hour and then we make it back to my apartment. He walks around complementing me on the place since he is living in the dorms.
"I hate it there," he says as he walks back inside from the small balcony that overlooks a nearby building site.
"Why don't you get a place of your own?" I ask him as I place an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
"It's the money, baby," he kisses me lightly just under my ear. "I'm on a scholarship and can't afford rent."
"Ronnie," I surprise myself, returning his kiss by planting a light one on the corner of his mouth, "this place can house two, you know."
He pulls back, an astonished look on his face.
I smile and nod my head. And just like that, with no more words, it is decided that Ronald will move in with me even before we have sex.
I can't really describe the sex part enough. I will try, but I know that it will fall way short of what it actually is.
We start by undressing each other as we kiss. The kissing is very electrifying and full of lust. Our lips and mouths and tongues are working overtime, sending shivers down our bodies, right into our cocks.
By the time we are naked, we are both fully erect and leaking. Our cocks kiss. They are both cut, and they rub on each other as we grind our bodies and moan into each other's mouths. I tongue him deep and he sucks hungrily on my probing tongue and my lips.
When we sit on the couch near the bed, our arms are around each other and our mouths are glued together. He reaches down and strokes me.
"You have a big tool, Eddie," he groans into my mouth as he runs his palm lightly up and down my shaft.
I palm his cock, too.
"Yours is fine also, Ronnie," I respond appreciatively at his now quite impressive hard-on. His penis must be longer than mine by at least 2-3 centimeters, I estimate. But mine is thicker. We kiss and stroke each other for a while, our lust building. When we break for a breath, I reach for a cigarette, relaxing back on the couch, with Ronnie's hand still around my dick.
"Can I have one, too?" he asks.
"Sure. I'm glad you're a smoker."
I offer him a cigarette and light it for him. We inhale deeply. He releases my cock, and we lay side by side, enjoying the smoke as it burns down to our lungs. Although I realize the dangers of smoking- I've had so many comments about this, it's disgusting-I still enjoy the inhaling pinch and the relaxing exhalation as smoke puffs out of my mouth. Besides, it looks sexy! Yes, a smoking guy turns me on sexually. I look sideways at Ronnie, and I thank God for my luck today. Sexy? You can say that again, and again...
Stubbing out his cigarette, Ronnie rises. "Can I use your bathroom?"
"Do you need to ask?" I smirk as I hungrily watch his beautifully shaped, naked, male body. He has a flat stomach sexily six-packed.
I can't resist the temptation and I follow him into the bathroom. He stands at the toilet bowl, spreads his legs and presses down on his now softening cock, letting out a long stream of yellow piss. I stand behind him, my arms around his waist, and my crotch pressed on his butt. He groans and arches his back against by body. I turn his head sideways and kiss his mouth as he pees into the toilet. My cock grows hard again inside his crack as I run my hands up and down his flat stomach and around his nipples, which harden in response to my fondling. He wipes his dick off and turns around. We stand in the middle of my bathroom, our naked bodies glued to each other, grinding and kissing.
By the time we come out of the bathroom, I am almost ready to explode. This is going beyond my fantasized expectations of the morning. I have found the one guy that I have been working the statistics of finding. And what a guy! He puts his hands on the hairy patch in the middle of my chest and pushes me away a little, fondling the hairs around my nipples. I moan. My cock is vertical and throbbing with desire, the slit glistening with the hint of pre-cum.
As he kneels in front of me, he licks down the trail. I moan even more, my cock crazily twitching with excitement. The second his lips wrap around the head, my moaning is turning into cries of lust.
"Yes, Ronnie, yes!" I groan out loud. "Suck on this fucker, baby. God, feels so good, man. Suckitsuckit."
And he obliges. He goes down on me like a pro. He tongues the shaft as he fondles my balls, the inside of my thighs, my ass crack, and then he works the shaft with his wet lips, centimeter my centimeter.
His spit dribbles onto my hairy balls. When he finally reaches the base of my cock shaft, breathing through his nose into my pubes, he presses his lips hard, still working the head with his tongue, and looks up at me with his crazy, lustful, green eyes.
As much as I want to, I can't hold back. I explode into his throat, deep, finally finding the release I have been seeking since the morning. He gags but doesn't pull away. His lips, still pressed around the shaft, move a few centimeters up then back down to the base as my spurts hit his throat. I am holding onto his head with both hands, my back arched, my knees going weak with the intensity of my ejaculation.
"Ahhh!" I exclaim pressing deeper inside his mouth. "Eat my shit, baby!"
When he gulps down my last squirt, he slowly pulls his mouth off me, his hand palming the pulsing shaft of my cock. He stands up and we kiss, and I taste my salty cum and the twinge of tobacco from his mouth.
I am still hard though. My cock is slick with spit and cum, and Ronald is still stroking me slowly, his own hardness pressed and rubbing up and down my thigh. Slowly, he turns me around and starts humping my butt. With my mouth still open and panting, still savoring the taste of my own cum, I take loud short breaths, feeling his erection slide inside my ass crack. He humps me, with one hand fondling my nipples and the other stroking my cock.
My moaning is so loud I am afraid that someone will hear me down in the street. Glued to my back, he walks me to the bed and lies on top of me, still humping my crack, with me lying flat on my stomach, my coc hard and pressed onto the mattress.
His cock feels so right in there, between my ass cheeks, and his weight on me is so deliciously suffocating that I can barely breathe.
"Do you have protection, Eddie?" he whispers as he nibbles my ear and licks down my neck, still sliding his hardness up and down my crack, passing along the hole, sending shivers throughout my lusting body.
"Go bare, baby," I respond fearlessly, lustfully, carelessly.
Now, don't get me wrong. In my relationships with guys, I usually top. It is I who does the fucking!
How can I explain finding myself begging to be fucked bare? I can't, except that I am so far gone that I don't give a damn.
"You don't have to be concerned anyway, Ed," he whispers into my ear. "I am clean."
At this moment, I don't care even if he had the whole African HIV viruses in his nuts.
"You are fucking hot!" I moan back, my head buried sideways into the pillow, my body responding to his tongue caressing my ear lobe, the side of my cheek, and the back of my neck.
I am so full of desire that I start shaking uncontrollably as I feel his cockhead knocking at my hole. I'm not a virgin, but I don't usually take cock up my ass. He presses into me and penetrates. I cry out with the instant pain of being invaded up the ass. He holds still, his cockhead already inside my ass rim. I press my rim muscle hard on him trying to make his penetrating cock slide out, but at the same time wanting it buried deep inside my body.
Ronnie continues licking my neck and nibbling on my ear, sending shivers down my body, and I feel his shaft start to slide in. His dick is not thick and I am able to relax enough to begin feeling the pleasure of being fucked. He goes in all the way, slowly and gently, and grinds his groin onto my butt. I grind back against his crotch, his pubic hair tickling my butt cheeks, feeling as if my insides are being pushed out of my body through my throat. I feel so filled with his manhood.
When he starts his fucking, he is very gentle, pulling out his long shaft, then thrusting it back in again, grinding on my butt. His tongue finds the corner of my mouth and his thrusts become faster as he nibbles on my lip. When he pulls out then back in, I feel as if it takes forever for his long dick to make the distance.
My God! How am I able to take all this length inside me? His cockhead pushes my insides deeper into me as he grinds, and then when he pulls out I feel that I am being vacuumed. With my breath held deep, I wait to be filled again with his inward thrust. With his hands running up and down my hips and thighs, he begins to pound into me. He is panting on top of me, his full weight pressing on my body. I can feel his hot chest getting sweaty and slick on my back. We are both moaning and groaning with his increased fucking tempo. His balls slam onto my upper thighs as he buries deeper with each thrust. My hole squeezes and twitches on his rod, with my own erection rubbing up and down my belly.
With surprisingly strong force, he pulls me up onto my knees as he kneels behind me, maintaining his thrusting, holding onto my hips. He keeps fucking me doggy style, and then he reaches around my hips and grabs my cock, which is now freed from the pressure of my belly, and already leaking. He pounds my ass and strokes my cock, pounds and strokes, and I am almost going unconscious from his fucking.
Fuck! The guy's got technique, I think as I feel him work into my ass and on my dick. When I finally cum into the palm of his hand, I feel him thrust once more and goes still inside me. He squirts his sperm into me. His moaning has turned to hoarse cries and grunts as he dumps his load. I feel the hot fluid erupt inside my hole and I squeeze on the base of his cock with my ass rim as he squirts more cum.
Ron seems never to finish filling me, and there is cum seeping out onto my thighs. I find it difficult to breathe as the last of my squirts leaves my body into his palm and onto the sheet under me through his fingers. His cock flexes in my fuck tunnel. I squeeze on it more tightly, trying to milk out the last drops. He bends over my back, panting, still inside me, and licks up the back to my nape. I can't take it any longer, and I flop down on my stomach weakly, releasing the weight off my knees, which have turned into jelly from the intensity of our ejaculations.
When he pulls out, I feel a tear trickling down my face cheek! Fuck me! I am crying like a fucking pussy!
My God! I have never had such a fuck before. And I am the one getting fucked!
He lies beside me on his back, panting heavily, his body shining with sweat, cum glistening on his cock and in his pubes, his thigh muscles rippling with after-sex exhaustion.
I am panting, too. Ronnie places his arm under my head and I nestle into the crook, inhaling his man scent, sweaty and mixed with the trace of clean deodorant, feeling the warmth of his skin. He reaches for the cigarette pack and lights two cigarettes, placing one in his mouth and the other between my lips. We smoke.
I can tell that he is as gratified and as exhausted as I am. "I need a shower," I say as I snub my cigarette out and move from under his armpit, my ass feeling sore. He caresses my hair.
"Can we have one together?" he asks.
"You keep asking the dumbest questions," I laugh alluding to his earlier request to pee in my bathroom. I pull him off the bed and we head to the shower.
The hot water hits us and we both moan with satisfaction, our muscles relaxing. We rub the cum, sweat and spit off our bodies. I reach for the soap and start on his chest. He is so beautiful, wet and sexy.
Fuck, I am one lucky bastard, I reflect as I soap his balls, his crack and his dick. He is semi-erect and I enjoy running the soap bar around his pubes working a rich lather. He grabs the soap from my hand and starts on me, doing the same. I turn off the shower head, and we are both lathered totally with thick soap. We kiss and immediately erect. Our rubbing and grinding is now totally different, being both so lathered with soap, so slippery, so enhanced. He turns around and places his hands on the ceramic tiled wall, offering me his sweet, fuzzy, bubble butt.
I turn on the hot water and it splashes on us, rinsing the soap away. I lick the water down his back, feeling the smooth skin under my tongue, holding onto his hairy thighs, reaching his butt cheeks. They are deliciously firm and I run my lips around the curves and taste the soap. With one hand, I stroke him. He is hard already. With the other hand, I fondle his balls and run my fingers into his crack while I kiss and lick his butt cheeks. I can hear him moan with the sound of splashing water.
Oh, I am so ready for this butt! I tongue inside the crack seeking his fuck hole. It twitches and puckers against my tongue. I probe using my finger and he pushes back onto me allowing my finger to slide further into him. I turn it round and round as I lick up and down his crack and butt cheeks.
I rise and place my hard cock between his cheeks spreading them with both hands. When I press to enter, he cries out. "Fuck! Eddie, you are big! Hold on!" he pants.
He hands me the bar of soap. I turn off the shower head and soap his butt crack and hole. I lather my cockhead and shaft. Then I am back at his puckered fuck hole. I press and the soap helps me enter him.
My grunt is more of a cry as I slide upwards into his tight ass. He is holding tightly to the wall and he pushes back onto me. My whole cock shaft slides inside him. I pull at his hair and start fucking him, standing up. He meets my thrusts by bucking back, one for one. I am not stroking his dick but holding onto his hips as I fuck him. He reaches down and grabs his cock, still pushing his butt back to meet my thrusting. When I cum inside him, I feel his hole squeeze and twitch on my cock and I know that he is cumming, too.
Back to soaping and showering, we are both so spent, so fucked!
Out of the shower, we can't keep our hands or mouths off each other. We are insatiable. Dry, in shorts, bare-chested, we come out of the bathroom and I put on the water kettle and measure coffee into a pot. He finds the mugs and asks for the cream.
"Ronnie, you wimp!" I laugh. "I don't have any cream, man. But if you insist I can whip you some in no time-or you can whip it out yourself," I grab my crotch and thrust it forward to him vulgarly, winking.
"You are one fuck machine, Eddie," he laughs. "I will have to learn to drink my coffee black. Your semen might get me pregnant. Besides, my ass is sore, you bitch." Ha-ha!
We keep at this back and forth, laughing, and I am having the greatest of times. We step out onto the balcony, in our under shorts, carrying our coffee mugs and cigarettes and laze on the plastic chairs for a while. It's almost 5 o'clock and we watch the construction crew from the nearby building site putting their gear away and getting ready to split. We remark on a couple of hot-looking men among them.
"It would be fun to have these guys over, huh?" Ronnie smirks wickedly. "You might enjoy being double-fucked!" he teases.
Fuck! I notice that he has already developed an erection inside his under shorts. This guy is even more sex-hungry than I am. I have found my match.
"It would be more fun to fuck your ass, Ron, baby," I pull him inside as my cock hardens.
We fuck and suck, taking turns, for hours. We are both so horny for each other that it would take only a few minutes for us to get hard again for another bout of sucking, fucking and exploding into whatever ass or mouth that is available at the time of ejaculation. By six o'clock, we are lying back on the bed, smoking, totally gratified, totally spent, and totally sore.
"You're staying the night, aren't you?" I ask between puffs.
"I need to get some gear from the dorms," he says, placing his hand on the inside of my thigh, rubbing lightly.
"I'll drive you," I offer. There is no way I am going to let him away from my sight.
That night, neither of us have much sleep. Before going to bed to fuck, I prepare a pasta dish. We eat, drink some beer, and fuck. Then we smoke, take a breather, and fuck some more. And then some more. What a fucking night! The next day, neither one of us can walk straight. My ass hole burns and feels like a breached tunnel. My dick is so sensitive that I remain semi-erect all day.
Ronnie and I are not together anymore. He moved out a few days ago after he met this girl. He said he was in love with her, the bastard. Besides, he seemed hungry for pussy juices, I guess. Well, good things never last that much, do they? I think about the couple of weeks with Ronnie with gratification and regret as I watch the crew on the construction site. One of them is taking a leak and I can see his dick! He is naked from the waist up. I squirm with desire. Will I ever be double fucked? Or double-fuck someone, feeling my cock squeezed on another hard cock in some tight man-ass? My erection hurts at the thought and I rub myself as I watch the guy down there shaking pee drops off his dick. He glances up, sees me watching him, fists his cock and winks at me.
I rush to the bathroom and with a couple of strokes I shoot gallons of semen into the toilet bowl.
Simon's note: Read "Construction Tool" as a continuation of Eddie's experiences!