"Summer Night Seduction" Chapter 2 Dedication: for Johnny by Jacob442011@gmail.com Jacob442011@yahoo.com (feedback welcome)
As though outside of my own body, I watched Clint's fingers coax the last cum out of my cock. Oh God. I arched my back and shuddered against his warm muscles, my hands clasping my head, his hand gripping and sliding slowly, firmly up my cock.
Orgasm subsiding, brain and belly warm with wine, I licked my lips and wondered what was happening. Without warning, Clint rapidly palmed my cockhead, my cum his lube, his other hand fingering and pinching one nipple, squeezing my breast, then pinching the other nipple, cupping that breast, before encircling and caressing my balls and the skin just below them, other hand pumping my cock. Oh fuck, I whispered as the volcano began to grow. I was going to have a second orgasm, on top of the first. Oh god oh god oh god, I announced, bursting out of my skin, pleasure everywhere.
Yeah honey, come for me again baby! Clint's breath was warm in my ear, his voice deep. Let me hear you honey, he encouraged. Tell me how you feel baby!
Oh Jesus, I cried out, trying to stand up, trying to arch my back, stretching out my arms and pushing out my chest, awash in passion - but Clint held me firm, stroking me relentlessly. I cried out, slippery cum squirting, Clint's fingers working, me trembling and gasping.
Holy fuck, I told no one in particular, melting against Clint. His arms encircled me, and as if from somewhere far away, I was aware of him rubbing my warm jizz across my belly and breasts. In some times and places, I was a man in charge. Here, I was delightfully, sensually, completely, taken.
Oh, my, God.
Clint pulled me close, his muscles warm and hard. After a moment, he gave my tummy a jiggle, then stirred the cum in my belly button, making a squishing sound.
I like, Clint said with a smile, jiggling my belly again and tracing his fingers through the smeared cum.
How did you know I was going to cum again? I asked slowly, in a hesitant whisper, confused as I leaned my head back and leaned into this man. Isn't this what a woman does? Isn't this what so many women have done to me.
Ah, well, I figured you might have some more in you - couldn't hurt to try, right?
Jesus, I answered, dazed.
We sat there a minute or two more, then I realized I had to urinate.
Uh, thanks, I mumbled, rising on wobbly legs.
Don't mention it, Clint said and grinned, letting me up. Don't be too long - the night is young, we have wine, and another hot video.
Great, I said, brain trying to catch up to what had happened, what was still happening.
When I returned, Clint offered me a glass of wine, and I took it and sat on the other side of the couch from him, both of us naked, cum dried and sticky on my chest and belly.
Tongue heavy, head light, I took a drink, and the wine was nice, welcome.
There was an awkward pause, then Clint said, oh yeah, and stood up and walked over to the lap top. The screen came to life, and three sexy, naked, straight looking women appeared, two of them suckling the breasts of the third who was leaning back on the couch.
I could get into this, I said approvingly, taking another swallow of wine, thoughts fuzzy but pleased. Clint turned sideways, and said, glad you approve. Oh yes sir, do I ever, I replied.
My eyes drank in the breasts, four real, two fake - yet all nice (though I prefer real). Clint stayed standing, and my eyes shifted, observing his flat, muscled belly, and his chiseled buttocks, then moved back to the women. The one in the middle was moaning loudly; she apparently liked having her breasts sucked and squeezed by her female friends. Yummy, I thought, then noticed that Clint had shifted a little so that he stood covering part of the screen. Annoyed, I shifted to get a better look at the ladies. Then, a thought came into my head. They are there, on the screen, but he is here. But so what, he's a dude, I said back to that thought, and these are hot women.
I took a drink of wine, and Clint walked past me, leaning over the couch, fiddling with something, part way in front of me as he leaned over. Again, annoyed, I moved in order to see the female action. As I did so, I felt something brush against me, and I looked to see that it was Clint's cock and balls. What in the world? Doesn't he know that I'm trying to watch these women? Clint appeared preoccupied, so I happily shifted my glance back to titties and pussies, to sexy women moaning and squirming. I swished warm wine around my mouth and over my tongue, licking my lips as one of the women began to cry out with pleasure. Something tickled my arm, and I looked - it was Clint's balls and stiffening cock.
Clint was not paying attention to me, he was focused on something I could not see over the top of the couch. But, he moved even closer, swinging his leg over mine, his knee on the couch, his cock and balls ever so slightly swaying and touching me. I moved again to so that I could view the brunette woman moan while her blonde friend sucked her tit and her brown haired friend fingered her pussy and clit. Shit, that's hot, I thought. Then, I felt something like an invisible hook pull my eyes back to the man next to me, a naked Greek god, hard cock and hanging balls. They hung motionless in the air, the cock twitching ever so slightly, then they approached, dipping and sliding lightly across my belly.
I'd never been so close to a hard cock, to hairy hanging balls, let alone to such a well-muscled man. I'm not into dudes. But, I had to say - Wow. I shifted sideways, sipping my wine, absently lifting my arm. Suddenly, into my hand slid Clint's balls.
Mmm, Clint moaned, and my mouth dropped open. The balls were warm, heavy, hairy, spilling over the edges of my hand. I squeezed them slightly with my fingers, and Clint answered with another moan. I shifted further on the couch, struck by the intimacy. I held a man by his balls! They were mine to hold, to feel. I was holding them, feeling them. What gift Clint was giving me, trusting me with his very manhood.
I moved my fingers more, squeezing and caressing the balls, pausing to look up at Clint. Is this okay? I asked silently. He seemed to understand, and nodded, clasping his hands behind his back above his buttocks. I was captivated, bringing both hands to bear, one holding and feeling the testicles while the other began to caress around them and under them. Clint's face looked pleased and tense, both.
My eyes glanced at the sexy women on the computer. One was on her hands and knees while the others worked her over from front and back, one sucking her titties from below while the other was finger banging her pussy and rubbing her clit.
My eyes moved back to Clint's balls, hairy and full, sitting on my fingers - Clint's balls that I was fondling, wiggling my fingers to move up and down. Then, as if compelled, my eyes moved up. I continued to play with the balls, but my eyes moved to the swollen, stiff cock, pinkish purple helmet head staring at me, twitching.
I reached out to touch it, licking my lips. Again, I paused, looking over at Clint. This felt so intimate, so close. I could not presume. He smiled and nodded, eyes filled with passion, body tight.
My fingers lightly touched the side of shaft. Oooh, Clint responded. I caressed further up the shaft. The cock twitched, pinkish purple helmet calling to me, commanding me. I ran the back of my hand and fingers up the underside of the cock head. I felt Clint tremble and take a breath, but he did not say anything. I marveled at the cock, fingers lightly exploring it while my other hand played with the balls.
After I know not how long, I let go, took a drink of wine, and then grabbed that spear of a cock. The woman was gasping her approval and her friends deliciously worked her over. I looked at Clint's hard cock, and I realized that I must do what it commands, I must work it over, and thereby work Clint over. I'm going to drive them both crazy.
I encircled the shaft with one hand, lightly holding/stroking while sliding up and down. Invitingly, Clint thrust his hips toward me. With my other hand, I gently caressed his belly, fingers moving over the tight abs, down to the hips, then around the testicles. I felt power as I held his balls, cupping them while beginning to stroke his cock harder.
Hah! I said to myself.
What? Clint asked.
I've got you by the balls, I said, smiling up at him, wiggling his balls on top of my fingers, then gripping them ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make my point.
Er, hrmph, Clint grunted, then added, so you do.
Goddamn right, I agreed. I stopped pumping his cock but continued fondling his balls, my free hand grabbing my wine glass. Ah, I said as I swallowed the warm, red liquid, then returned to Clint's cock. I gripped hard and tight, pumping, then shifted to feather soft, lightly moving up the shaft, encircling the head, then fingers barely touching, teasing the underside.
Ohh, Clint moaned.
Like that, baby? I asked, trying out different ways of stroking him, gripping tighter, then softer, palming the sensitive underbelly of the cockhead, squeezing and tightly pulling up and down the shaft, watching and feeling his reactions.
Oooh, yeah, honey, Clint's eyes rolled back. He thrust his magnificent cock toward me a little further. I kept stroking it, while grabbing and drinking the rest of my wine. Bottoms up, I grinned, returning to the skin just below his balls while pumping the cock.
I like this, Clint, I have to say, I told him. I could get used to this.
A flicker of a smile crossed his face, then Clint moaned. You like that, stud? I asked.
Clint only swallowed. I glanced at the three naked women on the computer, bare asses and titties and pussies, sucking and fingering and moaning and quivering. It gave me a thought.
Hey Clint?
He nodded, not speaking.
Will you tell me when you are close?
Uh, sure, he said softly.
Good, I answered. And hey, I want you to sit back on the couch - let's switch. Okay?
Okay, he agreed, as though struggling to concentrate. I guided him to the couch, and he lay back. I stood up and helped myself to more wine; he looked at me longingly. I could tell he wanted more of what I was giving. I glanced at the sexy ladies, and I was feeling pretty sexy myself.
I could tell Clint was trying to be stoic, to act like he was in charge, that maybe sure, this felt alright, but it was really no big deal. But, I knew the truth. He wanted this. He wanted me. So, I stood in front of him and took the wine bottle, and gave the tip of it a lick, tonguing the top of the bottle as sensually as I could. Next, I pushed out my ass toward him and gave it a shake, standing up and squeezing my pecs as if they were a woman's titties. This made my face get a little red, because despite the tingling spell of the wine in my brain and tummy, I knew I was acting girly, like a woman. And yet, that was my job, to drive Clint crazy, and I knew he liked my pecs, er, my breasts, and my titties. Not only that, but for some reason, he liked my belly, so I swallowed, licked my lips, and made a puckering kiss at him while caressing my belly, both hands making circles before I gave it a jiggle.
The burning lust in Clint's eyes told me everything, told me that I was right on target, that the hunter had become the hunted.
With that, I turned from him, tossed back my head as if I was a sexy woman with a flowing black head of hair, and sauntered in sexy, slightly cha-cha way, zig-zagging across the room, hands running through my hair, cupping my breasts, stroking my belly. I did a figure 8 and then made my way back to where Clint was sitting on the couch, staring at me like I was the sexiest woman alive. I stopped in front of him, and he reached out to pull me to him, but I held up my finger to my mouth - sshhh - as I evaded his grasp. Then, I bent over slightly and slapped my ass cheek while licking my lips.
Not so fast, sweet baby, I said in my best girly voice and with my best girly expression, shaking my finger at him, then turning away and swishing my ass, cupping my breasts. I felt like the sexiest stripper on the hottest stage. Those smoking hotties in the video had nothing on me.
Do you like what you see, Clint baby?
Oh God yes, Clint managed, voice cracking.
I'm glad Honey, I truly am, I told him, licking my fingers. But, you have to be patient, okay?
Okay, he sputtered.
Good, I said, because I want to play with that cock of yours. How does that sound?
Please! Clint was almost begging.
Would you like me to baby?
Yes! The once Stoic Greek god now looked like he wanted to cum real bad, and he wanted me to get him there.
That's my man, my stud, I told him, easing to my knees and reaching for his cock, stroking it with a feather light touch.
Oooh, Clint said, pushing his dick into my hand, wanting me to squeeze it tightly and pump it, to bring the eruption that would end his misery. But, I wanted to toy with him, just a bit longer, enjoying the feel of his erect penis as my hand slowly traveled up and down the shaft. My other hand found his balls, cupping and softly squeezing, only to pause long enough to swallow more wine.
Scott, Clint whispered.
Yeah baby, I said, gripping just a little tighter, then going really light again as I stroked.
Oh fuck you're killing me man! Clint told me.
I laughed. Good, I said, lightly grazing my fingers across the underside of his cockhead, making it difficult for him to sit still.
Oh Jesus Scott, I'm getting close.
You close baby, close to cumming for me?
Oh God yes Scott, Clint gushed, I want to come for you. May I come for you?
Sure baby, I want you to cum honey, I told him, then simultaneously gripped his cock tighter and began pumping it while leaning forward and suckling his right nipple, at first taking as much of the breast in my mouth as I could, sucking hard like I would a woman's tit, then licking around and tonguing it, then suckling the nipple directly. Clint's pec was tight and hard, but he was not hairy like most men, maybe because he shaved or waxed for body building. I don't know. It was not as full as a woman's breast, and it was hard instead of soft, but I truly found myself enjoying his nipple just the same. So, I suckled and sucked and licked while at the same time pumping his cock firmly, tightly, palming the underside of the head each time I got to the top.
I guess Clint liked it too because he began gasping and trembling and thrusting forward his cock and balls, holding onto my head and squeezing and fingering my right breast and nipple, which I must say, rather turned me on.
Uh Oh Scott Jesus I... I... I... - I am - I am going - ahhh....!! Clint shouted, and with that, there was no doubt about his cumming.
Hot man juice sprayed, some of the hot spunk spattering my face, dripping past my eye, and I felt myself smiling with pleasure as I jacked Clint's cock, grinning as I drove him to heaven with my touch.
While I really enjoyed Clint quivering and cumming, while I found that really fun, I have to be honest - I focused on how I enjoyed the rubbery stiff feel of his hard cock, and I just kept pumping, kept stroking, and kept grinning as the Greek god squirmed and panted and trembled at my touch like a well-pleasured woman, moaning and gasping and shaking with each phase of orgasm.
I marveled at Clint's tight abs wet with jizz, at how Clint thrashed and laughed and cried out oh God, while I worked his cock.
Then, it dawned on me. I did this. This was all me.
Oh Jesus Scott, I can't take it any more, Clint told me, and after two more strokes that almost drove Clint up into the air, I dropped his slippery cock and wiped the salty cum across his lower belly, then down under and around his balls, before raising a cum dripping finger to Clint's lips. His eyes opened in surprise as I slid my finger into his mouth, and he looked at me as though in disbelief, then licked and sucked his cum off my fingers and hand.
As I watched Clint gobble up his own salty man-seed, I couldn't help saying with no little pride - how do you like me now, motherfucker?
End Chapter 2 "Summer Night Seduction" by jacob442011@gmail.com Thank you for reading my story. Please do feel free to email with your feedback. Good, bad, indifferent - I would love to hear from you! And Johnny my friend, if you ever learn of the *nifty" things that I think about you - oh God!