SLEEPING NAKED WITH FRIENDS
The Aftermath, Part Three
What Lance had suggested he do to relieve my hyper sensitivity did seem to be working, but I didn't think I could keep doing it with him much longer. I liked being sucked off, but not by him. I resented the pleasure he took in doing it to me and hated having to let him do it.
The next time he wanted us to meet in the basement, I hesitated to agree. But when the time came, I weakened, going down to the basement bathroom where Lance was waiting. When I cracked the door, he looked up from his book, smiling, but saying nothing. I went in and, laying my books down, stood in front of him, looking around the room as I unbuckled my belt and was beginning to unbutton my jeans when he broke the silence.
"Can I do that?" I heard him ask. "I'd like to."
"What, this?" I replied, wondering where the fun was for him in doing it. "That sounds stupid to me, but I guess so, if you want to. These are old jeans and frayed, so the buttons are sometimes hard to work, catching on threads most of the time."
He smiled, focusing his attention on the bulge of meat relentlessly pressing against his fingers as he worked at each one of them. Clearing enjoying himself, he pressed his fingers against its fullness, obviously getting off on the way my meat swelled back against his hand, teasing him with each button until, able to pull my jeans and underwear down over my hips, he watched my aroused endowment swell visibly out from my crotch.
"Jeez!" I heard him remark quietly, a smile breaking on his face as its remarkable fullness swayed heavily before his eyes, "you're really swollen out today. I bet your dick's been looking forward to this. But then, so have I," he confessed wistfully, "so have I."
I looked away, disgusted, sensing my dick twist slowly toward his mouth. He watched it silently, eventually muzzling the generous display of meat against his face, like a cat, luxuriating in its strong, male scent. I tried to ignore him, expecting to soon feel the moist warmth of his mouth envelope the thickening shaft, but I didn't.
Just as he did the last time, he continued to play with my dick as it swayed temptingly in front of him, repeatedly grasping its huge head between his full lips, coaxing it inside his mouth and then letting it slide slowly out again. This time it went on longer than I could endure.
"Come on, man," I snapped, pushing him out of my groin. "If you're going to suck me off, get with it. I didn't come down here for you to play with my dick. You know that." Lance looked up at me, surprised.
"What are you talking about?" he exclaimed. "You agreed to it. This is just foreplay. You know you like it as much as I do." Trying to cradle my groin inside my hand, I had to laugh at his remark.
"No way," I managed to reply. "I might like being sucked off. But having to let you do anything else is disgusting. It's not why we agreed to meet like this, but I think it's all you're really interesting in." Lance tried to respond, but I wouldn't let him. "Look, I've about decided I don't need any more of this solution of yours anyway. As far as I'm concerned we can call it quits right now."
"No." he quickly exclaimed. "Please, not yet. Let's stick to our agreement, at least a few times more. I promise. I'll stick to our agreement. Okay?"
I didn't say anything, slowly moving my hand away from still swollen genitals as I stepped toward him, feeling his hands move against my butt cheeks as he quietly began to suck down over the head of my dick. Immediately responding to the incredibly wonderful sensation, I took a deep breath, trying to relax as my dick was sucked further and further inside the moist warmth of his mouth.
I loved the sensation, but irritated by the way he was handling the butt cheeks, repeatedly squeezing their smooth fullness, his fingers probing their deep cleavage. I tried to ignore it, but it was no use. Shifting my weight back and forth on both feet, trying to squirm free of his hands, I broke the silence in the room.
"Come on." I exclaimed, breaking his grip on my butt. "You're getting weird with this. Squeezing my butt cheeks like that . . . it just feels queer, and I don't like it." Pulling his mouth reluctantly off my dick, leaving it swaying, glistening with saliva in the overhead light, Jeff looked up at me, trying to think.
"Well, what can I say? You liked it before when I did it," he replied. "At least you seemed to. I do, very much. You've got a nice ass. I like feeling of it while I'm sucking your dick. Holding it gets me hot as hell and, as a result, I'll do a better job sucking you off. Isn't that worth it to you?"
"Well, you're not exactly holding it," I complained, feeling embarrassed by having to discuss this. "I can tell you like it. That's obvious, but I don't . . . it makes me feel funny."
"Haven't I been giving you what you need?" he replied, calmly. "Why can't I get something out of it too?" That comment really pissed me off.
"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed, angrily. "I think you already get more out of this than I do. You agreed to just suck me off. Remember? But you've spending more and more time just playing around with my dick and stuff . . . for your own enjoyment, I might add, certainly not mine. I hate it." He looked at me.
"Okay, okay," he replied. "I don't see what's wrong with just touching your butt, but don't have a fit about it. You must like something about it to get that upset over it."
"Look!" I conceded, not wanting to waste time arguing. "Oh, go ahead and do it if you have to. I don't know why it bothers me either. It just makes me feel like you're trying to make a girl out of me."
He started to say something, but decided not to. Instead, he sat up, putting his hands on either side of my lower body as he slid his warm mouth once again over my dick, at first sucking it unemotionally, but with increasing pressure as he apparently sensed it leaking against his tongue. Soon he had my dick up quite large and thick, often at times bringing me to the brink of cuming, then easing off, unconsciously groaning audibly from the pleasure it gave him.
Chewing my bottom lip, digging my fingers into his shoulders, I tried to hold back, eventually pushing against him until, loosening his mouth's grip on my dick, he allowed it to slide freely almost all the way in and out, often having to pull off to gasp for air.
Adjusting my weight on both feet, I leaned my head back, breathing deeply until I realized he'd moved down onto his knees. Then I felt his mouth on my balls, licking and sucking their heavy fullness as he pressed up inside my loose hanging meat until he reached my anus.
Responding to the stimulation of his mouth against my hugely sensitive genitals, I closed my thighs against either side of his head, tightening the cheeks of my butt against the relentless assault of his lips and tongue, pushing me to the edge of cuming.
Leaning back, resting one foot up on the commode seat and tilting my groin up, I immediately felt his tongue licking up behind my balls, probing between the lower cheeks of my butt which quickly tightened against it as he probed between them, moaning audibly as he tongued my sensitive asshole.
Surprised, but recognizing the sensation, I relaxed my thighs, steadying myself with one hand against the wall as I held my then hugely swollen dick up against my stomach, the sticky prostate fluid oozing heavily from the slit as his tongue probed the tight cleavage of my butt. Squeezing the head of my dick inside my hand, I felt my legs weaken and tremble as I lowered my hips into the sensation of his mouth, his moaning increasing rapidly as I did.
Suddenly, as quickly as he'd begun this, Lance pulled himself up onto the toilet seat again, eagerly taking hold of my dick, licking the head as he slid his mouth down over it, sucking mostly the head. All I wanted at that point was to cum and release the aching pressure of my sperm which was somehow blocked, or so it seemed.
Sliding his full lips slowly off the head of my dick, Lance looked down at the hugely swollen mushroom, flushed with blood, and gently licked the thick seepage that scored its surface.
"Damn," he suddenly exclaimed, "you're really leaking. Come on, Man, let me have your load. Aren't you about ready to cum?"
"Yes," I anxiously replied, looking down at my red, hugely swollen dick, "I was for a while there, but when I start, it hurts. I can't seem to let go."
"Maybe you've held back too long," Lance hastily suggested. "Just relax your groin and let it out when you feel the urge. Trust me. I'll make you cum."
"No. Not like that," I exclaimed, reaching down to pull up my jeans. "I'll do it later myself. You get so excited it's bound to be too painful like you'd do it." Lance didn't say anything at first, as he looked around the small, cramped bathroom, but I could tell he was disappointed.
"Wait," he suggested. "This is not the most comfortable place to be doing this. You need to be able to relax as much as possible. Why don't you rest back on the commode, your back against the wall and your legs open a much as possible out from your body. You'll have to pull off those jeans and underwear so you can."
Without thinking, and a little reluctant, I kicked my shoes off and, pulling off my jeans and underwear, sat down on the commode, scooting forward as, leaning back, I parted my legs, my painfully swollen meat hanging full and heavy from my groin.
Kneeling between my thighs, Lance stroked my thick shaft firmly with one hand as he slowly massaged my balls with the other, gently stroking up under my sack, lightly massaging the tender skin below my prostate and lower groin.
"Oh yeah," he whispered faintly, repeatedly mumbling something about the skin's being so soft in there, and so unbelievable smooth. Closing my eyes, I tried to relax, hearing him tell me to trust him. He'd have me cuming in no time but it might sting a little at first.
I tried, but intimidated by the increased exposure and easy intimacy of this position, I felt vulnerable, with little control over what he did. If it'd help me get off, I guessed I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted, but not for long. I leaned my head back against the wall, having to admit to myself it was more comfortable for me, physically.
Slowly massaging the warm, smooth flesh of my exposed groin with one hand, Jeff squeezed the thick base of my dick with the other, firmly sucking the head and as much of the shaft as he could with a slow steady pressure. I could feel my huge shaft filling with cum.
Tilting my hips up, I pushed my dick into the warm sucking action of his mouth, actually grasping the hair on both sides of his head as the sensation intensified. Encouraged by my reaction, Lance pushed his mouth further down over my thick, hard shaft, clearly enjoying himself and my reaction.
After several moments of this, I began to feel tiny pangs in my balls and an increased pressure in the head of my dick. I tried to ignore it and soon I think we both knew I was going to cum, and soon. I tried to remain relaxed, even as I felt the head of my dick begin to tingle and thicken against his lips, at times posed over the tip, ready to receive my load. Then, my groin suddenly gripped by the sensation, I felt a series of short, almost painful spurts and then a thick gush of cum spurt from my dick, apparently filling his mouth with its warm fullness.
Lance was ecstatic, groaning loudly as he savored that load and the smaller emissions that followed until I clutched his shoulders tightly with both hands, trying to ease the pressure of his mouth on my painfully sensitive dick as he continued sucking it, his hands moving excitedly over my inner thighs and groin.
Suddenly grasping for a deep breath, I felt my body jerk uncontrollably as yet another load emptied forcefully from my groin. This time moaning openly from the acutely wonderful, slightly painful ejaculation, I was left lifeless, legs apart and sprawled out like a rag doll, drained by the incredible orgasms and lingering sensation tingling in my dick and groin.
Lance was beside himself, almost tripping from excitement and mumbling to himself as he again pressed his mouth up into my meat, eagerly licking my painfully sensitive dick and balls hanging limp between my cum and saliva streaked thighs.
"Okay, okay . . . that's enough. Stop!" I exclaimed repeatedly, pushing him away as I eventually stood, unsteadily, making my way to the basin. He remained in the floor, leaning against the commode. Turning on the tap, I splashed my face with water as Lance pulled himself up on the toilet seat, eyes closed, groping himself though his pants.
Washing off my groin and sticky inner thighs, I felt a little dizzy, my groin alive with sensation, my dick tingling almost painfully. Waiting until I felt more stable, I leaned against the basin. Then, managing to dress and then preparing to leave, I looked over at Lance, still out of it and seeming to be struggling.
"Say, man," I asked. "Are you all right?" He nodded, saying nothing, seeming still on some kind of trip of his own, stroking his hard dick and I suspected wanting to beat off. "Ok, then," I said finally. "I'm going now." Taking a deep breath, very tired, but feeling pretty good, I made my way up and out of the basement, leaving him to fend for himself.
to be continued . . .
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