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What a Wonderful World
By Simon Peter
I wake up at 8 o'clock in the morning, with an erection. So what else is new?
In the bathroom, I piss through my hard cock and it recedes to a semi-hard condition. I shave and step into the shower. Shampoo my short-cut hair. Lather my body, taking my time. My first class is at 11 o'clock, so there is no need to hurry. I am working towards an MBA and I think I am doing fine with a 3.84 GPA and two more semesters to go.
I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Looking at the full-length mirror I have mounted on the door, I contemplate my body. I have to admit that after I have agreed with my girlfriend and started to exercise at the gym, my body has toned quite nicely. My abdominal muscles are pronounced and tight. My pectorals are larger and stretch the short sleeves of my t-shirts. My thighs are thicker. My chest is starting to form into a V-shape. Hmmm.
I'm not too much into muscles, actually, and I think I will stop the weight-lifting. But a fit body is always welcome as an attraction.
I dress casually, most of the time. I like tight jeans and polo shirts or t-shirts. With my eyeglasses, I look both physically and intellectually attractive. I enjoy going free-ball. It's not that I am uncomfortable with underwear. It's just that I like the feeling of freedom around my dick and balls. In my tight jeans, the bulge is noticeable since my cock is around 10 cm (4") soft. Hard, it stands at 20 cm (8"), thick shaft and mushroom head. Above average, I would say, and I like that a lot. So do my partners! I pull up my jeans, tucking my dick and balls inside, pull on my polo shirt and unashamedly admire myself! My pectorals stretch and ripple, my abs and nipples are outlined through the fabric of the polo, and my cock looks like a snake ready to pounce out of my jeans.
My girlfriend once commented that I looked "hot"! And that she didn't like it. She said that I was putting myself "on sexual display." I shrugged with a you-are-free-to-your-opinion attitude, adding, "You have never complained about this in bed, though!" She gave me the finger.
Walking into the classroom, I take a seat in the back and wait for the lecture to begin. A couple of hot classmates attract my attention. The girl has a slim, cute body, with short hair and green eyes. She has this co-ed boyish look. The guy is quite masculine, nearly as tall as I am, with features that can be considered as handsome more than as pretty or cute.
He sits in the seat next to mine and we chat a little. I have had my eyes on both of them since the beginning of the semester, wondering who I can catch first and drag to my bed. I have been betting on the girl, but, so far, she has been a bit stand-offish. She would blush and walk away whenever I made any insinuating remark. The guy, Robert, however, seems to like the chats we have. Whenever I mention friendships and relationships, and who is hot on campus, he leans over and sort of emits this radiation that he thinks I am the most eligible of all. I like that.
Today, to my surprise-and joy-Robert walks in wearing a pair of tight jeans and a polo shirt, just like mine. I also notice his dick outlined in his jeans and I assume-rightly, it turns out--that he is free- balling. I remember I have once alluded to the pleasure of not wearing underwear. He has said then that he has never tried it, but perhaps he would one of these days. Today is the day, it seems. He looks delicious. And my cock quivers in my jeans.
Our professor is busy trying to work the projection of his sort-of-boring PowerPoint presentation. I lean over to Robert and whisper, "Rob, looks like you're free-balling, dude!"
Robert blushes and squirms. "Oh, man, is it that noticeable?"
"Is mine?" I ask back, giving him a wink. He looks at my crotch and nods his head. I think I see a glint in his eyes. "Well, then," I continue, "so is yours!" And on the spur of the moment, I add, "And yours looks quite nice!"
He inhales and his eyes widen. He glances down at his crotch and then back at my face. He has the touch of a smirk on his face.
We are interrupted as the professor finally works the projector and resumes his lecture.
After class, we saunter out, side by side, and in a low voice, Robert says, "Are you serious, or just out to make me feel good?"
"Huh?" I fail to catch on to what he is referring. When he glances at my crotch, I realize that he has gone back to our little whispering during the lecture. "Oh, that," I smile. "No, Rob. I wasn't kidding. You definitely look hot," using my girlfriend's description. And he does, look hot, that is.
"How big is yours, Eddie?" he asks fervently as we walk down the corridor.
Junior immediately raises his head inside my jeans, expectantly.
"My dick?" I try to sound innocent.
"Shhh. Yea, how big is it?" he repeats. When I hesitate for a moment trying to figure out his intentions, he adds, "I mean it looks big. Come on. How big is it? And not so fucking loud!"
I contemplate an answer like why don't you check it out for yourself? But I change my mind. I don't want to sound vulgar.
"Mmmm... Well. I haven't actually used a measuring tape-actually, I have-but I'd say maybe around 20 to 22 cm." After a moment of hesitation, I add, "Yours?"
I can see he is embarrassed. He also hesitates. Then he whispers, "I did use a measuring tape. It's 15 cm."
What? A hunk like that, with a small dick? He notices my expression of incredulity and he blushes a deeper red.
"Well," I say in an appeasing tone. "You still look hot to me!"
"Hey," he seems like wanting to change the subject. "A beer? On me?"
"Sure," I smile at him. Junior is telling me that he can detect some hot action very soon. I tend to agree.
Robert is nice, I muse. I've had hotter male partners. But I am judging a bit too early. Maybe in bed, things will change. But with a small dick... hmm... Anyway, a small dick or not, I usually top; therefore, it wouldn't matter, would it? Although, to be honest, I appreciate the fact that my partner is hung. It turns me on much more if I fist his thick dick as I fuck him.
We order our beers and sit beside each other in one of the booths towards the rear of the pub. The place is almost empty. There are a couple of men at the bar nursing their mid-day drink. A hot chick brings our beers over and I gaze down her cleavage as she sets the mugs on the table. I glance at Robert, and he is looking at me sideways with a quizzical look on his face.
"What?" I ask him, as she wiggles her cute butt away.
"Oh, um, nothing," he mumbles. "Cheers!"
We take our first thirsty gulp and relax back on the seat.
After around 15 minutes, and starting on our second beer, Robert lets out a deep breath. His voice comes out low as he leans towards me and says, "You know, Eddie, you are so right. I feel liberated, not wearing any briefs under my jeans."
"See?" I mumble back. "The feeling is exhilarating."
"Easy for you to say, though," he adds, and I can see the start of a blush. "You are hung."
"Just a little above average, bro," I remark.
The second beer so early in the day is starting to get to my head. Slowly, I move my hand and place it on Robert's thigh. He stills, doesn't move away. Encouraged, I rub into his inner thigh. He takes in a deep breath, audibly. He places his hand on mine and moves it upwards to his crotch. I run my hand over his penis. Nice. And, yes, kind of smallish.
"Check mine out," I whisper to him as I move his hand onto my crotch.
He moves closer to me so our knees touch. Placing his hand on my crotch, he rubs my cock, emulating me doing his. Junior erects, and Rob squeezes. "I have never felt a penis this big, Eddie," he whispers.
"Oh, man, you are turning me on like fucking hell, bro," I mumble. "Let's go to my place and I will let you experience it."
He looks at me with raised eyebrows, still kneading my erection.
"Have you been with other guys, Rob?" I ask.
"Well," he answers. "Yea. Can't you tell? I mean isn't that why you are coming on to me?"
"Hey," I protest. "You were the one to feel me first, buddy."
"I did that because you have been coming onto me for quite some time. At first, I wasn't sure. But today it was quite clear."
I rise and slide out of the booth, downing the rest of the beer. "Come on, then, bro. Let's get out of here."
Once inside my studio-apartment, the coming-on atmosphere changes a little. I usually don't hesitate to start the action as soon as there is some privacy. But today I stand just inside the door, watching Robert take in the place.
"This is nice," he comments, looking around. He plops down on the sofa-bed and relaxes back, placing his arms behind his head, his legs dangling over the edge, spread.
Enjoying this position, I walk over to him. I sit next to him, our thighs touching, and I resume my rubbing of his thigh, on the inside, like we have done earlier in the pub. I move up to his crotch and trace his dick. It is hard and bulges sideways through his jeans. My hand moves up to his lips and I draw my index finger across his mouth, leaning back and resting on my elbow. He licks my finger, wraps his lips around it and sucks it into his mouth. He has removed his hands from behind his head and one of them is rubbing my erection.
"Man, you are fucking big," he exclaims, licking my finger.
I smile and move my finger down to his chest. Using both hands, I pull off his polo shirt. Lying on his back, naked torso, he looks so fucking delicious. He is not hairy, but not totally smooth either. He has a sprinkling of hair in the middle of his chest and a thin trail down his stomach. He moans as I fondle his nipples. His moans grow louder when I bend down and take the nipples, one and then the other, between my teeth and lightly bite and suck on them. His chest heaves up and down faster as his nipples grow hard. Without letting go of his nipples, I unbuckle his jeans and pull down the zipper. His cock springs out, the head already glistening. But although just over perhaps 15 cm in length, he makes up in girth and hardness.
Looking down at his equipment, still licking and biting on his chest, I think, well, yea, I wish his dick was longer. I lick down towards it, reach the head, and in one move, I swallow the whole shaft, my lips stretched to the maximum around the thick rod. He grunts and instinctively bucks up. His pubic hair is black and thick and smells of soap. I love that. The nice thing about a small dick is that you can deep- throat it without gagging, and this is what I start to do. In response, Robert moans and groans and pumps up into my mouth.
Licking down his cock shaft, I engulf one of his balls in my mouth and suck on it. My hand reaches under his balls and I press on the spot just at the start of his crack. He is desperately trying to undo my jeans and get to my dick. I let him fumble and I work my tongue between his balls and his cock shaft, my fingers rubbing the space between his balls and his ass.
When he realizes that he can't get into my jeans with me working on him, he pulls me off him and says in a shaking voice, "Can I see you naked, Eddie? Please?"
I stand up in front of him.
"Be my guest, buddy. Do you want strip me?" I say playfully, gyrating my hips at him.
"Oh, yea!" He inhales sharply.
Starting with my polo shirt, he lifts it up and over my head. He runs both hands over my chest, fondling my black patch of hair, down my trail, feeling my abs, reaching to my jeans. As he starts to undo the top button, he gasps.
"Your fucking dick is reaching all the way up here, man!" he exclaims.
It's true. When fully erected, Junior reaches all the way up to my navel.
Slowly, his hands sweating and shaking, he unbuttons the rest of my fly and gazes at Junior.
"I'm fucking impressed," he mumbles. "Fucking impressed! This is a man's cock, buddy, a fucking man's cock!"
"Have you been with many men, Rob?" I wanted to know.
"I've had my share," he looks up at my face, "but nothing compares to this."
He squeezes the shaft and runs his hand up and down. As we start to kiss, I reach for his dick and stroke him, both of us emitting deep moans through our throats.
Pushing him back on the sofa-bed, I lie on top of him, pressing my body against his, and grinding. Our cocks throb with desire. Our lips are interlocked. He opens his mouth to breathe, and I push my tongue through. He sucks on it moaning as my cock presses on his belly. I dry-hump him and feel him stroking himself behind my butt.
He pushes me off him and I roll on my back. He bends over me and kisses my cock.
"So beautiful!" he mumbles, adoringly. "So fucking big!"
"Eat him," I croak, pushing his head onto my dick.
He tries; by God, he tries. All he can swallow is half of my shaft. Oh, please! I want it all in. I push his head down, trying to force him. He gags and slobbers. He pulls off, spit all over the place, trickling down the corner of his mouth to his chin, dripping from my cock to my hairy balls. Fuck, this is hot! "Come on, Robbie, baby, eat my fucking cock!" I goad him, pushing back on his head.
He tries again. Gags. Slobbers. Coughs. More fucking spit. He is breathless as he pulls off.
"Hold on, buddy," I stand up. "Let me teach you how."
I kneel in front of him and take his cockhead between my lips.
"But I'm small. It's easy for you, man," he is protesting.
I pull away long enough to say, "Just watch and learn, baby."
I take a deep breath and slowly take his cock. Halfway down, I look up at him, wink, open my lips further, and swallow, a little at a time, tilting my head upwards, my lips sheathing my teeth. I breathe through my nose and take more. Pretty soon, I'm at his cock base and he is thrusting and grinding his pubes on my face.
I pull off of him. "Now, your turn, buddy."
He gives me this apprehensive but hungry look and kneels. With his head tilted upwards, he pulls my hard cock down, takes in a deep breath and imitates me. Halfway down my shaft, he gags when my cockhead hits the back of his mouth.
"Breathe, baby," I instruct him, my hand on the back of his head. I don't push, letting him take his time.
He finally manages to breathe and swallows hard shaft, a little at a time.
"Oh, yes, fuck yes!" I exclaim as his mouth moves further down my cock. "All the way, baby. All the fucking way! Fuck my cock with your mouth. FUCK, yes!" and he's all the way down to the base.
My cock has penetrated his throat, and when he looks up there is a tear trickling down his face. I can feel his throat constrict on my rod as he tries to fight back the coughing and gagging.
I grind and start to fuck his face. Slowly. He bravely fights the gagging reflex by breathing deeply. I thrust harder and faster. He is holding onto my thighs tightly with both hands. When I shoot down his throat, my cock is apparently thicker and he cannot take the gagging any longer. He pulls off and the shooting squirts hit his face. There is cum all over his face, dribbling down to his chest. As he licks the juice spewing from my cock slit, I squirt into his open mouth. I must have hit his throat with what must be my sixth or seventh squirt. He gags again but swallows.
I plop back on the sofa, my breathing coming out in bursts, my cock still dripping spit and cum. What a fucking intense face fuck that is! Robert has this stupid look on his face, which is all covered with thick, creamy, sticky sperm. He wipes some off his cheek and feeds me my own cum.
"Eat it, you bastard," he says laughingly. "You choked me to death with this. Fuck! You are not only huge but you cum in gallons."
He is really impressed, I can tell.
Robert squats on my semi-hard cock and jerks off. When he cums, he shoots right at my face. Again and again. This little dick can hold a big load, and he is dumping it all on me. My face and chest are covered with his cum. He lies on top of me, our cum mixing between our chests, and we kiss, tasting each other's juices.
As I taste the saltiness of our loads, I start to relax. Our panting is becoming slower and our bodies are winding down. Robert has his hand on my dick as I cradle his head in my arm.
I close my eyes and muse: What a wonderful world this is! as I know that Robert's ass will be the next tunnel that I will soon penetrate.
Ah, what a wonderful world!