For the love of cum 5
Thanks for all the emails guys, it's really great to hear from you all around the world. Some guys love the watersports and some are less keen, but everyone loves cum, that's for sure. There's no piss in this chapter, but a whole lot more cum play. And I think it's time time for Neil to fall in love. Remember Nifty needs our donations as much as it needs our stories.
I woke up, feeling Tom moving in the bed. He pulled me closer to him and I could feel his hard cock (did it ever get soft?) in the crack of my arse. I sort of shuffled forward a bit, then back, pushing my arse against him. He got the idea immediately and held his cock out from his body a little, and I slid down onto it. After all the fucking I'd had in the last couple of days, and especially the gangbang, it slid back into my arse as if it was made for it. My mother used to say when she was trying to get me to keep my bedroom tidy, 'A place for everything and everything in it's place'. My arse was made for Tom's cock and now it was where it belonged. He tightened his arms round me, hugging me close.
"Oh shit Neil, I love fucking your arse man. Your arse is the best."
For a long time we just lay there, his cock deep in my arse, and me just loving the feeling of fullness and welbeing that it brought. I thought I could be like this for ever, hugged hard and with Tom's cock deep inside me. Occasionaly he pulled out a bit and then pushed it in again to the hilt. I just groaned and pulled his arms closer around me. I wanted this feeling to go for ever. It was then that reality slowly dawned, I realised I'd fallen in love with him. The feeling scared me a bit, if you love you can be hurt. Up till now all the sex was just that, an endless (I hoped) series of fucks and cumming. I'd imagined being fucked ten times a day, or being like Tom and swallowing twenty three loads of cum in an evening, thirty loads, more. And then, lying in his bed that night, with his hard cock in my arse I realised that what I really wanted to do, was to be was here with him, like this, and with him inside me.
"Tom," I said. By answer he hugged me closer. "Tom," I began again, "I love it when we make love, I really, really love it, I love your cock in my cunt, I love it when you fuck me, and I love it and when you cum in my mouth. I fucking love it. More than anything. I love being with you." I said it quickly, it sort of tumbled out. He'd been kissing my ear when I started speaking to him. Now he was just lying still listening. And then I felt wetness on the back of my neck, and on my ear. I realised he was crying. I wanted to kiss him and I couldn't because that would have meant he would have to pull his cock out of my cunt.
"I think I love you Tom. I want us to be like this for ever, man." I turned my head sideways, desperately hoping that he wouldn't pull away, scared off by my admission. What did his tears mean? Did they mean what I hoped, that he might feel something of the same.
"Tom?" I wispered into the darkness.
"Oh my Lord," he wispered back, "I've wanted you to say that ever since I first saw you looking at me beside the tennis court. I thought, who is that beautiful boy with the big, sad grey eyes? The moment I saw you, I fell in love with you. And now you've said the same thing to me. What have I done to deserve this? Sometime I must have been really good."
I'd never realised that you could cry from happiness, but now I could feel the tears welling up in my own eyes. "We're lying here blubbling," I eventually managed to say. "I want you to fuck me now, but as parters and lovers not just fuck buds. But I want to be on my back so I can look at you while we're making love. I want to see your expression when you fill my cunt with your cum. And I want to cum at the same time."
For a moment he pulled his cock out of my arse, until I'd turned over, then lifting my legs slightly, and holding them out, so that I was completely open to him, he pushed his cock back in. He fucked slowly, steadily, deeply, pausing on each down stroke pushing as hard as he could, to get his cock as far up my arse as possible, twisting slightly, screwing me. He fucked me for forty minutes, all the time watching my face and smiling. Often he would bend down to kiss me. I don't know how to describe it but it seemed different somehow to be fucked by Tom now that we were lovers, and not just two horny teenagers. His cock in my cunt was now an act of love not just lust. Lust is great, but love is wonderful. He speeded up, obviously building up to his cum and I was determined to cum with him. But I hadn't realised just how athletic and flexible he was, because as he was building up to his climax he bent down further and started sucking my cock at the same time, and when he flooded my cunt with his cum, I flooded his mouth with mine. I came hard in his mouth, three good shots. When we'd finished he looked down at me with a look of triumph and then slowly bending down, he kissed me again. When our lips were locked together, he opened his mouth and as I expected, he allowed my cum load to flow from his, down into my mouth. We swapped it back and forth between us, savouring the silky texture, and that sweet and salty taste that's unique to cum.
Slowly he sank down beside me on the bed. I could see my cum still around his mouth, as I'm sure it was around mine, and we lazily kissed, licking it up. We were still doing this when there was a knock on the door. Tom, looked at me and groaned softly. "Oh, who the fuck is this? Can you wait in the bathroom incase it's a breeder." I chuckled quietly at this description; at all costs we mustn't upset the straights. I did as I was told but didn't close the door completely. When Tom opened the door to his room it was to find David and Keith standing there. When I knew it was them of course, I came out. Tom had put a dressing gown on but I was still naked. If they were surprised to see me there, they didn't show it. They just kissed and grouped Tom, then did the same with me. And I grouped them back. I realised I was horny to see them and my cock responded accordingly.
Something else struck me. Tom and I had cried because we realised that we loved each other. He'd just fucked me as my lover. Now, not half an hour later I was horny at the prospect of more cock, and of getting fucked again, and getting my arse loaded up some more, or getting to eat more cum. What's that about? Did it mean I didn't really love Tom, if I still wanted sex with other people? I was seventeen, for fucks sake, how the hell did I know anything? But I did know that I wanted sex again. And looking at the way that Keith had opened Tom's gown and was playing with his almost hard cock, it was clear that Tom was up for it too. Right, well, go with the flow, Neil. When in Tom's room, do as Tom does. I turned my head up and as David was kissing me I was frantically undoing his belt buckle to get his trousers off. He wasn't wearing anything underneath and that amazing cock flopped out. I slowly sank to my knees and stared at it. It rapidy came to life. And as it rose up in front of me I opened my mouth as wide as I could and suckled the huge nob, which was already wet with pre-cum. It wasn't easy, but I did my best because I wanted that cum so badly. It was Tom who helped me get it. From the corner of my eye I could see him greasing up his cock and coming up behind David he got into position and pushed it against David's hole. David had seen what Tom was doing too and knew what was coming. He and Tom fucked each other regularly and as soon as Tom's cock was in place I felt him pull back a bit, as he pushed his arse out to make Tom's entrance easier. David grunted and took in a deep breath as Tom pushed his cock home.
"Oh shit," said David, "that feels so good." I knew just how he felt.
Tom didn't wait for David's arse to get used to him, he just started fucking hard. This was obviously no problem for David, whose cock didn't lose any of it's hardness, infact it got even stiffer and after only about ten of Tom's hard fucks, David gave a loud moan and my mouth was filled with a huge fountain of cum. Four hard slugs which flooded my tongue, and splattered against the roof of my mouth. I was wanking too and came instantly over my hand. I loved feeling and tasting his spunk, and I was reluctant to swallow it. I kept running it over my tongue and through my teeth. Keith was watching closely, so I turned my face towards him and opened my mouth pushing the cum towards my lips so he could see it. He looked at me pleadingly so I opened my mouth fully and he darted forward to kiss me and share the load. He could also see my own load on my hand, pooled around the head of my still hard cock and bent down to slurp that up noisily as well. Then he went back to kissing me; more cum to share and swallow. We were both still kneeling, facing each other and grinning. There was a dribble of cum on his lower lip, which I licked away.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said softly, "I love cum."
He was still wanking, and I could see his eyes getting a glazed look. I knew what that meant, and leaning over I sucked in the nob of his cock into my mouth. I was only just in time. He didn't cum like David, in a series of hard pulses, rapid jets of cum which you could feel, rather his cum shot was just one huge, single gush of cum that filled my mouth; there was so much I almost choked. And it was sweet; a huge delicious protein shake of cum. Again I was reluctant to swallow it but eventually in small swallows I let it slide down my throat.
By this time Tom had stopped fucking David, and was still. But he went on holding David tightly to him with his cock still buried deep inside him, surrounded by the mess of his own and maybe other boys cum, in David's always welcoming cunt.
Slowly Tom pulled his cock out. It was still thick and bloated, and shiny with cum and arse juice. David's cock, hanging in front of me, looked the same, wet with cum and saliva.
It took us a moment to get our breath back.
"What we came to say, Tom," said Keith eventually, "was that we've heard from Oxford, and we both have places, I guess there'll be a letter for you too. We thought we'd celebrate with a picnic, and wondered if you'd come too? And Neil of course."
It was the perfect way to start the day.