"Warm Hands, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay College
$$ - They say 'see your dentist twice a year' To that I would add:
send a contribution to Nifty every six months.' In that way
you won't have to break the bank annually--just a half bite
each six months.
++ The story below is not about football and the forward who
could really throw. No, this is a disgracefully pornographic
story about something else. If you are under eighteen years\
of age, please leave. You can read it when you are of age.
The rest of you cute dirty boys--hang around.
Wellsmore University didn't separate the under grads from the grad students. It was okay with me. I used to see older guys, late twenties or even up to mid-thirties in the gym and the health spa. Naturally I ignored them in favor of salivating over the younger dudes.
I never followed up...yet...I was only a freshman and I had to feel my way into this. Perhaps the word 'feel' is a bad choice, but as the story goes on, it seems more and more appropriate.
I'm Sam. I'm nineteen, at the height of my sexual power, they say. Trouble is that I have no outlet. Yeah, my sex is backing up, except for those stained under shorts I find in the AM.
Maybe that's why Norman's hit on me today clicked.
I can see why he is interested in me. Yeah, without sounding too vain, I can tell you am I one foxy dude. What with my very excellent build on my 5' 9" and my curly blond hair in a giant fro and the face, cute, cute, cute. (Forgive my self rapture, but truth must win out.)
Now Norman and I often see each other in the gym. He is a really pleasant guy, always greets me in the most friendly way but that doesn't fool me. I know lust when I see it. He wants to jump my bones but we both keep it mellow and distant-friendly.
He's a graduate student. Thirty something I guess. Had a met him when he was twenty, I might have been interested. He's about six one, lanky and totally smooth. I mean all over and it makes his excessively large junk seem really large.
But today was different. Why? Because I was all choked up with sex that had taken over my body and mind that day. I guess when you're nineteen, you got to expect it.
I was kicking off my slides when Norman arrived. He took the locker right next to mine. Now that was already a move and my defenses locked in.
"How's it hanging Sam?" he said in a purring voice, one that I had never heard. It went right to my left testicle.
I cleared my throat twice before answering. It made him smile.
"Pretty good, but I'm skipping my workout and just steam up."
He moved close, his arms at his sides and one side was close to me. I looked down, fuck, he had large hands. I never noticed that before and the back of one hand was resting on my cock, now slightly bulged.
"You feeling horny today?" he said, breathing the words into my ear, causing goose bumps to run up and down my back.
I gulped a few times and moved slightly away from that invading back of hand. "I guess...you know..." I trailed off stupidly.
He re-closed the short space between us and grasped my shorts fabric covered prick that now was quite willing to come out and play.
"Take it out!" He said with a firm voice that surprised me.
I tried to protest. "I...I...I," not very strong, huh? But he repeated it.
To my be-sexed mind, it seemed that it was what I should do and I pulled my long slim cock out of the fly of my shorts--with difficulty--and there it was, quaking away, lewdly inviting him.
He breathed out a soft "yes" and wrapped his hand around it. I let out the big breath I had been holding with a sigh and pushed my trunk forward. What a needy flirt I was.
I gave my shaft a few long rubs. His hands were warm and smooth, I felt my knees buckling slightly and he wrapped his long arm around my waist to hold me up. I must warn everyone...after he's through with me... that he is a master seducer.
He took his hand away. I almost cried out in disappointment.
"Get underdressed," he ordered and meet me in the sauna.
I almost saluted...well my cock did...and he was gone, padding away on his size sixteen feet, his slim waist encircled with a towel.
I stood transfixed a moment. What was I doing? I could have had sex with any cutie here but I chose this older guy. Well true, he chose me, but why was I so willing. You know and I know but the true hurts, I am a dog, and I wanted his big, warm, encircling hands around my wet tipped cock.
I shook myself into action and undressed like any kid would when offered sex. I pushed any qualm's aside and naked, a towel over my shoulder, I headed for the sauna.
It was empty, except for Norman who was just inside the door. "Are you ready to have the hand job of your life?"
Was I ready? I threw my towel on a bench and pushed my hips forward and offered my shaking prick to him. He grasped it and pulled me by that handle so he could sit down, rubbing it the whole time.
He began. He used a soft, open handed technique that was exciting and kept me on a want-to-cum-but-can't plateau for a long time. I was mewing like a calf, stupidly but he seemed to like it. He smiled and laughed as he worked my prick.
"You're a greedy boy who loves feel goodies, aren't you?"
I nodded and pushed in an out of his momentarily still hand. He took the hint and tightened up a bit which caused me to wail loudly in excruciating pleasure.
"You want to cum, don't you, but I'm not ready yet."
I was like a toy for him. He took my ample balls and shook them slowly from side to side, masturbation by ball handling, I guess. Then he reached around and rubbed my ass cheeks. I am very sensitive around my butt and usually fanaticize about getting fucked. I was once, when I was twelve, my brother was the fucker.
Norman gauged my reaction and slid a long inquisitive finger over my pucker. I involuntarily made a few fuck motions.
"I'm going to bring you home now. You ready?"
I could have kissed him. My prick was feeling so over stimulated that it had become like a block of wood. He had more skilled to ply. He tightened his fist around my cock and began a rapid motion. My eyes rolled up in ecstasy, my knees began to wobble and shake.
I was one wreck of orgasmic stupidity as I moaned helplessly.
"Okay, stop fighting it, let it come."
Fuck, I wasn't fighting anything. With all my young heart and body and prick, I wanted that cum. Suddenly I froze as my ejaculation seemed to start around my ankles and rush up my legs into my ball sac then rushed up the shaft of my cock and shot out in a long arc that landed on my chin. Then three more painted my chest and belly.
"You are some cummer," he said admiringly.
Just then, but giving us enough time for me to sit down beside him and cover my stiff prick with me towel the door opened and a kid entered, waving his hand in front of his eyes to dispel some steam so he could see.
"Hi Normie," he said. How chummy I thought, must be one of his past victims.
"Hello Reed, meet Sam."
The kid came over and I recognized him, he's a skinny pale kid with red hair. Very nice. We've given each other looks, but nothing more.
I almost fell over when Norman reached over and slipped his monster hand under the kid's towel and said, "You fancy a rub off? You've been on my must do list."
Reed looked shocked and looked at me. I shook my shoulders as if to say, "Do what you want."
Norman reached around the kid's back and drew him close. "Don't worry about Sam, I just wanked him off. He's resting."
"You two want me to leave?" I asked.
Reed husked out, "Whatever..."
Norman said, "Stay until I tell you to leave."
Whoa, so I was here for the show.
End Part One