INTERIM COLLEGE KID Parts 1 & 2
"I didn't come to chat. I came to fuck ass. You dig." Straightforward, good. A little unexpected, but not an issue.
We'd had some good chats over the last week or so. Pretty nice guy on the surface. Chill, good outlook on life.
His profile picture was the opposite of what you'd expect. Most guys, if they're being a bit underhanded, post something years old or more flattering than in person. I find it disingenuous.
His stats were 23, 5'11", 180. Light brown hair, brown eyes. His picture was taken at a bar, a smile on his face, Georgia Tech hoodie. Handsome, he looked thin.
In person he was a bit more built. Leg day looked like every other week, but his chest, arms and back were a sight.
I just nodded in reply. He'd started getting naked when he'd walked into my wife's apartment and was on full display.
Two wings of hair crossed his chest just above his nipples which were a brighter pink than his tan chest. It wasn't straight across but curved upwards from either side and dipped down at his sternum. The look then tapered as it continued towards his lower body, finishing in an arrow pointing to his crotch, just below the navel.
His legs and groin were hairless. Correction, stubbled. It didn't look like he'd done it today, and if he were into discussion I'd give him pointers.
His wrinkled sack was pulled up next to his body, below his girthy and somewhat gnarled prick.
It was a good six and a half inches. He was uncut. His foreskin wasn't a uniform circle, probably due to his head being somewhat asymmetrical. His shaft had a distinct bend downward at the base and another stage left around the 2/3rds down. The longer side, on my right, was smooth. No veins or features. The left was snaked through with a pattern.
It was beautiful.
My first plan had been to chat for a few minutes, then some oral. If he lasted through it we could get to the buttfucking. I'm not bragging on my oral skills, it's just that I've found younger guys have a bit less stamina and way shorter refractory periods
.
I just smiled and kept undressing. He said he had a jockstrap fetish but I didn't own any. A quick search online and I found a fairly fast shipping on some knockoff company called 'Jockmail' that produced more fetish-oriented stuff, and they had a sale.
The model I was in were dark and light blue, the straps starting at the top of the basket rather than the sides, as tradition would expect. It looked better.
Mostly I was ready. I'd prepped myself pretty well, including a girthier base plug, only removing it a few minutes before his arrival.
I placed my hands on the breakfast bar and silently nodded my head towards a bottle of lube.
He took the cue and I heard him apply it. A second later I felt a slick hand on my left hip and a slicker press against my hole.
When he said he'd wanted to fuck ass he wasn't joking. I inhaled as he pushed himself in a couple inches in the first press. "You're hot inside. I won't last long. This time."
A hesitation and then another press. My internals felt at least four, maybe five. Another hesitation followed and the slick stubble of his crotch hit my crack.
His other hand took my right hip and he pulled out about halfway. "You feel really good. You're tight for an older guy." I mumbled a 'thanks'.
"You into group thing?" His voice was already more breathy. "My roommate likes to fuck too. He's straight but he'll fuck a dude."
I nodded.
"Your wife know you take it in the ass?" I nodded again. "Hot. She join in? Another acknowledge, "Yeah. She like it in the ass?" His pace picked up.
"Occasionally." I exhaled. His marvellous prick was doing a number on the nerves of my asshole and the thudding on my prostate.
"Too bad she's not here. I could fuck you and you could fuck her. I saw it on a vid." He moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders.
He groaned and shifted his pace. He was now over my back and his new angle went against my prostate like a demon drummer. It was fantastic
.
I glanced down to see the puddle I was drooling from my prick onto the laminate flooring. I was closer than I should be.
It was only just as I realized that he pushed homeward hard, once, twice and a third time.
His hands went to my hips as I felt him alternately swell and deflate, pumping me full of youthful cream. His shaft trembled against my hypersensitive prostate. In the back of my head I was a little upset that I'd have to get myself off.
I felt his shaking legs against mine. His open-mouthed breathing was staccato, and he never took a deep breath.
When it was over, my puddle had grown substantially.
After what seemed like five minutes of orgasm, which in actuality had been five minutes from his cock breaching me, I felt him pull out. His limp prick trailed a line down my taint. I felt a warm dollop follow the movement.
He stood back and I turned to lean against the counter. His shining member bounced a little as he got his footing.
I adjusted my cock into the crotch of the jock. It had come loose over my hard-on, but I was able to barely fit my 5.5" back inside.
His eyes tracked the movement. "You want to pull it to the side and fuck my ass?" He asked. His profile had said he was top/vers, but the way his attitude had started I was sure it was more of an oral thing.
He turned towards the counter in the same position I'd just vacated
.
His crack had the same shaved condition as his crotch. The sharp hair would stimulate me as much as sliding into him.
I placed my lubed head at his sphincter and pressed lightly. His answer was a groan and a slam backwards. I was inside him to the balls in a single move.
"You feel good." He said, "Can you go for a while? I want to get hard again. I want to fuck you a second time." He grunted.
I began to oblige.
He wasn't tight, but he had pretty good muscle control. Smooth and easy. I stared a nice pattern, bringing myself just until my head was about to come loose.
My pace was easy and relaxed for about a minute. Based on his opinion if getting me inside it wasn't hard to see what he wanted.
Without a bit of warning I started pounding him for everything I had. Hard enough that his ass's five o'clock shadow was stabbing me every entrance. Hard enough that the wet noise between us echoed down the hallway.
The pendulous hang out my middle-aged sack flew into his perineum, feeling that shaven area and adding to that little bit of masochism. The slick skin felt intoxicating, almost making me swoon.
And I focused on those two items. I had to. If I thought about my cock, I'd cum.
But I didn't. I didn't when he started moving against my thrusts. I didn't when we moved to the wooden barstool and then the floor.
I'd glanced briefly at the clock when he'd finished. 1:20 in the afternoon. When I finally felt my balls begin to boil I wasn't looking at the clock but my internal one said ten minutes had gone by.
"I'm...gonna cum." I said, less enthusiastically than I'd felt. I was close. Five strokes of my shining shaft. Now four.
"Pull out. I want to feel it on my crack. My balls." He said with a slight whimper to his voice.
As soon as the last word was out, I pulled and began jacking my prick. Two thick wads smacked onto his puffy, sensitive asshole.
I pointed down and unloaded another against his sack, then pressed forward and shot the rest skin-to-skin, feeling it dribble down and onto the floor.
Glancing at the clock, it was 1:45. Not bad for an old dude.
Less than two minutes later he was back up my ass. He had a bit more stamina this time around, eventually having me on my back on the bed, his slick hand wrapped around me.
By 3 pm he was in his car and on the way back downtown. I threw the lube-riddled comforter on the wash.
Two days from now, his roommate and he would visit. Three days later, his suggestion about he, my wife and myself would come to pass
.
If I didn't have a boyfriend already....
PT. 02
The house was the standard fare around Georgia Tech. Two stories, brick, stairs leading upward some 6 feet to the porch. I'd had to park almost two blocks away. Parking is a nightmare.
I had to run into IKEA to get a colander. Why was I driving all the way from Buford to downtown Atlanta for a colander? You can guess.
Three days prior, I'd had the young guy who lives here both up my ass and in his.
The entire time leading up to it he'd been 'Top, only top.' In fact, he'd walked in the door to my wife's apartment adamant he was there to fuck ass.
No sooner did he breed me than he wanted me inside him. When I finished up we flipped back to him.
He'd also mentioned on his profile he was straight...but then again I've seen that a lot.
The doorbell rang somewhat hollow through the place but the door opened within seconds. He stood there, freshly showered in a pair of heather grey sweatpants and nothing else
.
"Hey, come on in. Straight back and to the left, right at the end." He turned towards a living room...more like a drawing room, clearly not furnished by college students...and I went towards the rear of the place.
Inside was a double bed and a somewhat stocky fellow my host's age. Early 20's. He was naked on the bed, his right hand wrapped around a modestly thick and average length uncut cock.
My attention had been immediately drawn to his prick so when he said, "You down for this? I've got class in like...forty five minutes." My attention popped back to his face.
Short brown hair, eyes. Round glas
ses. A mustache/goatee combo that needed some shaping. His brow was wrinkled with effort, like he was stressing his erection. It was early in the week, I get it. He reminded me a bit of of Robert Downey Jr. had put on a bit of weight.
"What are you into?" I asked, starting to strip. As I removed my pants my host walked back in, rubbing himself through his sweats, a distinctive drop already forming slightly below his crotch.
The guy on the bed picked up speed, "Can you just suck me off? I don't have a lot of time. If you stop by again I'll fuck you too." He pointed his prick, his foreskin popping his head free at an alarming rate.
I knelt on the bed and placed myself over him. As soon as my mouth surrounded his head he removed his hand and placed it on my head, "I'm already close." He said, pushing my head down a bit.
Maybe an inch or so down I felt the guy from a few days ago on the bed behind me. A slick and slimy hand grabbed my left hip and I felt his knob at me. An inch more in my mouth and he was officially pushing inside.
I re-visualized his prick. Uncut without much extra foreskin. About six and a half and utterly imperfect. Two bends, one almost all the way to his base, the other about halfway. A somewhat lopsided head. One side smooth as silk, the other a landscape of veins and wrinkles. It was stunning to see and a joy to feel.
"Goddam, you suck good." The guy in my mouth had only felt two inches and a lot of tongue. My brain, just before it went into 'cock hungry' mode in a direct line from my hosts head completely entering me, thought that the guy between my lips had a small pool of experience.
My exploration went into auto mode. His glans were narrower the entire way around him than his shaft, but his generous tube of extra skin could roll back over the width without issue. Beneath the surface his core was a stiff mass of tissue, giving the slightest bit against the squeezing ring of my lips.
His head was marvellously shaped, something akin to the front of a rifle bullet. Not flaring out wide but instead gradually thickening. His slit was emphasized by tiny vertical lips that gave him a shudder when you gently rubbed them.
He gasped hard every time my tongue flicked across the base of his head. Sometimes pressing backwards to reveal it to my entire mouth. Sometimes sucking his thick, fleshy skin up to his crown.
"Oh goddam man! Fuck yeah!" He said, pushing my head further onto him. My efforts with Tyler (my wife's and my boyfriend) had gotten me relatively fair at suppressing my gag reflex. Tyler had a good three quarters of an inch and a fair amount of width over this guy.
My f
ace ground down into his groin. The sharp hair of his few-days old crotch stubble scraped against my lips as he probed the top of my throat. The little bit of pudge around his base pressed against my face enough to smear the prodigious amount of saliva I was creating from my chin to my nose.
It briefly took my attention away from my ass, where the slow press of the other guy now had his hips against my cheeks.
There is that satisfaction from being filled to your face and ass at the same time that had me oozing. I could feel it with the trembling of the cooperative, yet non rhythmic motion of the two.
Now that he was fully inside me I felt his other hand take my right hip and move back away. It gave me a second to think about things and I opened my lower jaw to stick my tongue out, rubbing the wrinkled flesh on the sack of the man in my mouth, already pulled up tight and waiting for the right second.
Which came almost that second. His hand was hard on the top of my head as the thickness of him went rigid. "Oh God! Oh God! Fuck!"
He curled up as the first shot went straight into my throat. A handful of hair and he pulled me up off of him, giving me my first taste of his spunk. Salty, more than average. Thick as syrup. It was delicious.
His hand jerked me down again, my forehead against his stomach, "Fuck! Fuck! Ffffff!" His cock swelled against my throat, reacting to the contractions as I swallowed him
.
There were long pauses between each flavourful pulse. Enough that in the few moments he pulled back away I could indulge myself with my tongue.
He flopped backwards entirely too soon, his erection still twitching. Over the next minute or so his breathing, which had never sped up, shallowed. His grip on my hair lessened. I was able to savour the dregs of his load, still drooling slowly from his slit along those tiny protrusions.
The guy in my ass had politely let his friend finish, but I could feel him twitch inside me now that my attention had switched. As the guy in front of me flopped his softening member onto his lower belly.
Now my ass began to be utilized. He had been slowly moving in and out. Up to his hips pushing against my ass, back into just his head was inside. I could feel him push the insides of my hole wider a hair at his full withdrawal.
It was like a switch had been flipped in the guy...I still didn't know his name...his cock had been in me three times and I didn't know what to call him...his pace didn't pick up, but his pressure sure did.
The sticky slap of his groin against my ass echoed through the room. His breath went from a calm, even thing to a heavy drone, stable and regular but still laboured.
I clamped around his shaft tight and started moving back against him. The slap switched to a thud. My prostate woke up.
My eyes closed to concentrate on moving against him with the same force he was supplying. My thoughts were interrupted by movement below me.
Opening my eyes back up I saw the guy before me squirming away. "Gotta get to class. Sorry 'bout this. Catch you next time, dude."
Without someone under me I could really, really move. I rolled my hips both to keep in time with his presses and to strategically thump my prostate. Now that my head was down there, I felt the surging and the rolling sensation in my prick. It felt like I was gushing precum.
His scratchy sack flew up against my shaved crack. The stimulation against my low-hanging balls as we hit and all four of the orbs juggled together was intense. I could visualize it.
It could have been enough, honestly. A few more minutes would push me over. We'd only been at it a few, after all. Maybe twenty, thirty more thrusts and I'd cum.
But I didn't have it. His hands gripped my hips and pulled hard. I finally noticed that our pace had increased, his breathing had begun to become shallow and difficult, he couldn't suck in his air.
He didn't warn me. He didn't say a word. He just grunted and kept me from pulling away from him. I could feel his shaft swell and pulse as he unloaded his seed into my colon. I could feel the vibrations on my prostate...it had been so close.
His grip on my hips would release and then pull, again. Not pulling out, just pulling harder.
Damn I'd been close.
A few moments passed and he quickly collapsed backward, sitting on his legs and pulling out of me with an inaudible 'pop'. "Damn dude! You can go. And you're tight again! Like...it was only two days ago I railed you twice and you were tight as a virgin."
"Not quite that tight." My asshole was sensitive, tingling. It was...nice. But my prostate was itching and trembling. It wanted release.
So two minutes later when he was up and getting towels for us I was frustrated. Damn, I just wanted to cum.
I waved to him as I walked out and to the car.
Less than a mile away was the bathhouse. Less than fifteen minutes after he'd unloaded into me, another prick bred me through a gloryhole, only seconds after I'd shot my own substantial load into my hand.
I licked it clean as the guy finished his pounding. An older guy, somewhere in his sixties with a friendly smile. Kind of chubby with a long hanging, slender prick emerging from a white forest of hair.
He had more energy than his age would suggest. He was a shower, not a grower, although he did widen a fair amount as he got hard.
Not that I could see it, mind you. I'd mouthed him for a few moments after he'd blocked the light from the hole. No more than two and a half minutes before presenting my ass.
His stamina was extraordinary as well, and when he finally thrust and began alternately swelling and deflating, even my ability to go almost forever was getting somewhat challenged.
It was getting dark as I pulled up to the apartment, colander in hand.
We'd had some good chats over the last week or so. Pretty nice guy on the surface. Chill, good outlook on life.
His profile picture was the opposite of what you'd expect. Most guys, if they're being a bit underhanded, post something years old or more flattering than in person. I find it disingenuous.
His stats were 23, 5'11", 180. Light brown hair, brown eyes. His picture was taken at a bar, a smile on his face, Georgia Tech hoodie. Handsome, he looked thin.
In person he was a bit more built. Leg day looked like every other week, but his chest, arms and back were a sight.
I just nodded in reply. He'd started getting naked when he'd walked into my wife's apartment and was on full display.
Two wings of hair crossed his chest just above his nipples which were a brighter pink than his tan chest. It wasn't straight across but curved upwards from either side and dipped down at his sternum. The look then tapered as it continued towards his lower body, finishing in an arrow pointing to his crotch, just below the navel.
His legs and groin were hairless. Correction, stubbled. It didn't look like he'd done it today, and if he were into discussion I'd give him pointers.
His wrinkled sack was pulled up next to his body, below his girthy and somewhat gnarled prick.
It was a good six and a half inches. He was uncut. His foreskin wasn't a uniform circle, probably due to his head being somewhat asymmetrical. His shaft had a distinct bend downward at the base and another stage left around the 2/3rds down. The longer side, on my right, was smooth. No veins or features. The left was snaked through with a pattern.
It was beautiful.
My first plan had been to chat for a few minutes, then some oral. If he lasted through it we could get to the buttfucking. I'm not bragging on my oral skills, it's just that I've found younger guys have a bit less stamina and way shorter refractory periods
.
I just smiled and kept undressing. He said he had a jockstrap fetish but I didn't own any. A quick search online and I found a fairly fast shipping on some knockoff company called 'Jockmail' that produced more fetish-oriented stuff, and they had a sale.
The model I was in were dark and light blue, the straps starting at the top of the basket rather than the sides, as tradition would expect. It looked better.
Mostly I was ready. I'd prepped myself pretty well, including a girthier base plug, only removing it a few minutes before his arrival.
I placed my hands on the breakfast bar and silently nodded my head towards a bottle of lube.
He took the cue and I heard him apply it. A second later I felt a slick hand on my left hip and a slicker press against my hole.
When he said he'd wanted to fuck ass he wasn't joking. I inhaled as he pushed himself in a couple inches in the first press. "You're hot inside. I won't last long. This time."
A hesitation and then another press. My internals felt at least four, maybe five. Another hesitation followed and the slick stubble of his crotch hit my crack.
His other hand took my right hip and he pulled out about halfway. "You feel really good. You're tight for an older guy." I mumbled a 'thanks'.
"You into group thing?" His voice was already more breathy. "My roommate likes to fuck too. He's straight but he'll fuck a dude."
I nodded.
"Your wife know you take it in the ass?" I nodded again. "Hot. She join in? Another acknowledge, "Yeah. She like it in the ass?" His pace picked up.
"Occasionally." I exhaled. His marvellous prick was doing a number on the nerves of my asshole and the thudding on my prostate.
"Too bad she's not here. I could fuck you and you could fuck her. I saw it on a vid." He moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders.
He groaned and shifted his pace. He was now over my back and his new angle went against my prostate like a demon drummer. It was fantastic
.
I glanced down to see the puddle I was drooling from my prick onto the laminate flooring. I was closer than I should be.
It was only just as I realized that he pushed homeward hard, once, twice and a third time.
His hands went to my hips as I felt him alternately swell and deflate, pumping me full of youthful cream. His shaft trembled against my hypersensitive prostate. In the back of my head I was a little upset that I'd have to get myself off.
I felt his shaking legs against mine. His open-mouthed breathing was staccato, and he never took a deep breath.
When it was over, my puddle had grown substantially.
After what seemed like five minutes of orgasm, which in actuality had been five minutes from his cock breaching me, I felt him pull out. His limp prick trailed a line down my taint. I felt a warm dollop follow the movement.
He stood back and I turned to lean against the counter. His shining member bounced a little as he got his footing.
I adjusted my cock into the crotch of the jock. It had come loose over my hard-on, but I was able to barely fit my 5.5" back inside.
His eyes tracked the movement. "You want to pull it to the side and fuck my ass?" He asked. His profile had said he was top/vers, but the way his attitude had started I was sure it was more of an oral thing.
He turned towards the counter in the same position I'd just vacated
.
His crack had the same shaved condition as his crotch. The sharp hair would stimulate me as much as sliding into him.
I placed my lubed head at his sphincter and pressed lightly. His answer was a groan and a slam backwards. I was inside him to the balls in a single move.
"You feel good." He said, "Can you go for a while? I want to get hard again. I want to fuck you a second time." He grunted.
I began to oblige.
He wasn't tight, but he had pretty good muscle control. Smooth and easy. I stared a nice pattern, bringing myself just until my head was about to come loose.
My pace was easy and relaxed for about a minute. Based on his opinion if getting me inside it wasn't hard to see what he wanted.
Without a bit of warning I started pounding him for everything I had. Hard enough that his ass's five o'clock shadow was stabbing me every entrance. Hard enough that the wet noise between us echoed down the hallway.
The pendulous hang out my middle-aged sack flew into his perineum, feeling that shaven area and adding to that little bit of masochism. The slick skin felt intoxicating, almost making me swoon.
And I focused on those two items. I had to. If I thought about my cock, I'd cum.
But I didn't. I didn't when he started moving against my thrusts. I didn't when we moved to the wooden barstool and then the floor.
I'd glanced briefly at the clock when he'd finished. 1:20 in the afternoon. When I finally felt my balls begin to boil I wasn't looking at the clock but my internal one said ten minutes had gone by.
"I'm...gonna cum." I said, less enthusiastically than I'd felt. I was close. Five strokes of my shining shaft. Now four.
"Pull out. I want to feel it on my crack. My balls." He said with a slight whimper to his voice.
As soon as the last word was out, I pulled and began jacking my prick. Two thick wads smacked onto his puffy, sensitive asshole.
I pointed down and unloaded another against his sack, then pressed forward and shot the rest skin-to-skin, feeling it dribble down and onto the floor.
Glancing at the clock, it was 1:45. Not bad for an old dude.
Less than two minutes later he was back up my ass. He had a bit more stamina this time around, eventually having me on my back on the bed, his slick hand wrapped around me.
By 3 pm he was in his car and on the way back downtown. I threw the lube-riddled comforter on the wash.
Two days from now, his roommate and he would visit. Three days later, his suggestion about he, my wife and myself would come to pass
.
If I didn't have a boyfriend already....
PT. 02
The house was the standard fare around Georgia Tech. Two stories, brick, stairs leading upward some 6 feet to the porch. I'd had to park almost two blocks away. Parking is a nightmare.
I had to run into IKEA to get a colander. Why was I driving all the way from Buford to downtown Atlanta for a colander? You can guess.
Three days prior, I'd had the young guy who lives here both up my ass and in his.
The entire time leading up to it he'd been 'Top, only top.' In fact, he'd walked in the door to my wife's apartment adamant he was there to fuck ass.
No sooner did he breed me than he wanted me inside him. When I finished up we flipped back to him.
He'd also mentioned on his profile he was straight...but then again I've seen that a lot.
The doorbell rang somewhat hollow through the place but the door opened within seconds. He stood there, freshly showered in a pair of heather grey sweatpants and nothing else
.
"Hey, come on in. Straight back and to the left, right at the end." He turned towards a living room...more like a drawing room, clearly not furnished by college students...and I went towards the rear of the place.
Inside was a double bed and a somewhat stocky fellow my host's age. Early 20's. He was naked on the bed, his right hand wrapped around a modestly thick and average length uncut cock.
My attention had been immediately drawn to his prick so when he said, "You down for this? I've got class in like...forty five minutes." My attention popped back to his face.
Short brown hair, eyes. Round glas
ses. A mustache/goatee combo that needed some shaping. His brow was wrinkled with effort, like he was stressing his erection. It was early in the week, I get it. He reminded me a bit of of Robert Downey Jr. had put on a bit of weight.
"What are you into?" I asked, starting to strip. As I removed my pants my host walked back in, rubbing himself through his sweats, a distinctive drop already forming slightly below his crotch.
The guy on the bed picked up speed, "Can you just suck me off? I don't have a lot of time. If you stop by again I'll fuck you too." He pointed his prick, his foreskin popping his head free at an alarming rate.
I knelt on the bed and placed myself over him. As soon as my mouth surrounded his head he removed his hand and placed it on my head, "I'm already close." He said, pushing my head down a bit.
Maybe an inch or so down I felt the guy from a few days ago on the bed behind me. A slick and slimy hand grabbed my left hip and I felt his knob at me. An inch more in my mouth and he was officially pushing inside.
I re-visualized his prick. Uncut without much extra foreskin. About six and a half and utterly imperfect. Two bends, one almost all the way to his base, the other about halfway. A somewhat lopsided head. One side smooth as silk, the other a landscape of veins and wrinkles. It was stunning to see and a joy to feel.
"Goddam, you suck good." The guy in my mouth had only felt two inches and a lot of tongue. My brain, just before it went into 'cock hungry' mode in a direct line from my hosts head completely entering me, thought that the guy between my lips had a small pool of experience.
My exploration went into auto mode. His glans were narrower the entire way around him than his shaft, but his generous tube of extra skin could roll back over the width without issue. Beneath the surface his core was a stiff mass of tissue, giving the slightest bit against the squeezing ring of my lips.
His head was marvellously shaped, something akin to the front of a rifle bullet. Not flaring out wide but instead gradually thickening. His slit was emphasized by tiny vertical lips that gave him a shudder when you gently rubbed them.
He gasped hard every time my tongue flicked across the base of his head. Sometimes pressing backwards to reveal it to my entire mouth. Sometimes sucking his thick, fleshy skin up to his crown.
"Oh goddam man! Fuck yeah!" He said, pushing my head further onto him. My efforts with Tyler (my wife's and my boyfriend) had gotten me relatively fair at suppressing my gag reflex. Tyler had a good three quarters of an inch and a fair amount of width over this guy.
My f
ace ground down into his groin. The sharp hair of his few-days old crotch stubble scraped against my lips as he probed the top of my throat. The little bit of pudge around his base pressed against my face enough to smear the prodigious amount of saliva I was creating from my chin to my nose.
It briefly took my attention away from my ass, where the slow press of the other guy now had his hips against my cheeks.
There is that satisfaction from being filled to your face and ass at the same time that had me oozing. I could feel it with the trembling of the cooperative, yet non rhythmic motion of the two.
Now that he was fully inside me I felt his other hand take my right hip and move back away. It gave me a second to think about things and I opened my lower jaw to stick my tongue out, rubbing the wrinkled flesh on the sack of the man in my mouth, already pulled up tight and waiting for the right second.
Which came almost that second. His hand was hard on the top of my head as the thickness of him went rigid. "Oh God! Oh God! Fuck!"
He curled up as the first shot went straight into my throat. A handful of hair and he pulled me up off of him, giving me my first taste of his spunk. Salty, more than average. Thick as syrup. It was delicious.
His hand jerked me down again, my forehead against his stomach, "Fuck! Fuck! Ffffff!" His cock swelled against my throat, reacting to the contractions as I swallowed him
.
There were long pauses between each flavourful pulse. Enough that in the few moments he pulled back away I could indulge myself with my tongue.
He flopped backwards entirely too soon, his erection still twitching. Over the next minute or so his breathing, which had never sped up, shallowed. His grip on my hair lessened. I was able to savour the dregs of his load, still drooling slowly from his slit along those tiny protrusions.
The guy in my ass had politely let his friend finish, but I could feel him twitch inside me now that my attention had switched. As the guy in front of me flopped his softening member onto his lower belly.
Now my ass began to be utilized. He had been slowly moving in and out. Up to his hips pushing against my ass, back into just his head was inside. I could feel him push the insides of my hole wider a hair at his full withdrawal.
It was like a switch had been flipped in the guy...I still didn't know his name...his cock had been in me three times and I didn't know what to call him...his pace didn't pick up, but his pressure sure did.
The sticky slap of his groin against my ass echoed through the room. His breath went from a calm, even thing to a heavy drone, stable and regular but still laboured.
I clamped around his shaft tight and started moving back against him. The slap switched to a thud. My prostate woke up.
My eyes closed to concentrate on moving against him with the same force he was supplying. My thoughts were interrupted by movement below me.
Opening my eyes back up I saw the guy before me squirming away. "Gotta get to class. Sorry 'bout this. Catch you next time, dude."
Without someone under me I could really, really move. I rolled my hips both to keep in time with his presses and to strategically thump my prostate. Now that my head was down there, I felt the surging and the rolling sensation in my prick. It felt like I was gushing precum.
His scratchy sack flew up against my shaved crack. The stimulation against my low-hanging balls as we hit and all four of the orbs juggled together was intense. I could visualize it.
It could have been enough, honestly. A few more minutes would push me over. We'd only been at it a few, after all. Maybe twenty, thirty more thrusts and I'd cum.
But I didn't have it. His hands gripped my hips and pulled hard. I finally noticed that our pace had increased, his breathing had begun to become shallow and difficult, he couldn't suck in his air.
He didn't warn me. He didn't say a word. He just grunted and kept me from pulling away from him. I could feel his shaft swell and pulse as he unloaded his seed into my colon. I could feel the vibrations on my prostate...it had been so close.
His grip on my hips would release and then pull, again. Not pulling out, just pulling harder.
Damn I'd been close.
A few moments passed and he quickly collapsed backward, sitting on his legs and pulling out of me with an inaudible 'pop'. "Damn dude! You can go. And you're tight again! Like...it was only two days ago I railed you twice and you were tight as a virgin."
"Not quite that tight." My asshole was sensitive, tingling. It was...nice. But my prostate was itching and trembling. It wanted release.
So two minutes later when he was up and getting towels for us I was frustrated. Damn, I just wanted to cum.
I waved to him as I walked out and to the car.
Less than a mile away was the bathhouse. Less than fifteen minutes after he'd unloaded into me, another prick bred me through a gloryhole, only seconds after I'd shot my own substantial load into my hand.
I licked it clean as the guy finished his pounding. An older guy, somewhere in his sixties with a friendly smile. Kind of chubby with a long hanging, slender prick emerging from a white forest of hair.
He had more energy than his age would suggest. He was a shower, not a grower, although he did widen a fair amount as he got hard.
Not that I could see it, mind you. I'd mouthed him for a few moments after he'd blocked the light from the hole. No more than two and a half minutes before presenting my ass.
His stamina was extraordinary as well, and when he finally thrust and began alternately swelling and deflating, even my ability to go almost forever was getting somewhat challenged.
It was getting dark as I pulled up to the apartment, colander in hand.
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