College seduction.
College life, a time when young adults can finally get out from under their parents wings and fly on their own. For most, it is a time of exploration. A time when the find themselves and find out what they like. It is when they find out what their appetites are.
As usually hapens when boys are drinking beer, the talk turned towards sex. Just a group of dorm friends, hanging out and drinking. One in our group was shy, alittle more quiet, but just a normal acting, nice guy. When the other's left, he and I stayed and the conversation continued. Maybe I should of known better, but I didn't think much of it really. I was straight and we were friends. Also, beer makes everything seem like a good idea at the time, doesn't it?
Likes and dislikes were discussed, it seemed harmless enough. I told him how I liked it when a girl kissed my neck and kissed and played with my nipples. I said how it was such a turn on for me if she licked them, pinched and pulled on them. We laughed about it, I thought it just innocent fun. Way too many drinks later, I layed over on the couch. Half asleep, I felt hands on me. In a state of intoxication, combined with my hyperactive sex drive, feeling someone's hands caressing my chest and nipples made my eyes roll back. Teasing and pinching, gave way to a wet, wonderful tonguing. Licking, mouthing and sucking on my nipples, I became lost to the plessure. My shirt had been pulled up to my chin, I leaned forward and let him remove it, then collasped back again. I could feel my cock. It was hard and strained against the zipper of my jeans. Even drunk, I should of stopped him. I should of, but it felt so good! Without thinking, I began to rub my hard cock through the material. My head was back, my mouth was open, I'm sure I was moaning. It just felt so damn good! When I felt his hand replace mine on my cock, I let it. When his fingers undid my fly, I let them. I opened my eyes and saw him on his knees next to me. I saw his mouth on my chest and his hand on my now freed hard cock, before I closed them again, so totally lost. It just felt to good to stop him.
My cock was so hard, his hand felt so incredible. Expertly stroking me, carressing and rubbing me. My head was spinning, maybe from the alcohol, but diffinetly from the pleasure. Then, an amazing warm mouth. Tonguing around my cock's head, wet lips wrapping around it, then down it. Sucking me, eagerly, almost desparately. Sucking me hard, I could feel my orgasm on edge. He was going to make me explode. When he slid his hand up my chest and pinched my nipple, it was too much, I could not stop it. I came, I exploded, I shot hot sperm into his waiting mouth. Even drunk, I knew I had never had a better, more satisfying blowjob. All I remember then was drifting off to sleep.
When I woke up, I was dressed, as if nothing had happened. I knew better though and nothing was going to change that. Showering, I replayed the night. Part of me wanted to forget it and part of me wanted for him to do it to me again. He acted like nothing had happened. I think that made it easier to let him suck me off again a short time later.
Out of ear shot and sight of anyone, I could see his hungery gaze. I told him that I should of never told him about my nipples, but I could not help but smile. I could not hide how wonderful he had made me feel. He laughed and we shared a lingering look. We both knew then that he would be sucking my cock again and if my cock had it's way, soon. Later that night, we found ourselves alone again and this time it was by design. I told him that he could never tell. I told him it had to be a secret. All he said was to lay back on the bed.
His hands snaked up my shirt and immediately took my breath away. His fingers and thumbs rubbed me. I was already so hard. I think he loved that. He kissed my stomach as he rubbed both my nipples, both in unison. It made me exhale sharply and then breath heavy. Already he was making my head spin. Already I felt lost to the pleasure he gave me. His warm, wonderful, passionate mouth; expertly maybe even lovingly, sucked me. Soon I felt that familar, amazing sensation. My orgasm building, my cum begging to escape. But he pulled his mouth from me. I shook, saying, "Dont stop, don't stop." But he only waited. My head tossed side to side, my hands gripped at the bedding. I thouhgt he might make me beg and I would of, but he put his mouth back on me and got his reward. Such force, such pleasure, my orgasm exploded and my cum flooded into his mouth. He swallowed, over and over.
As I layed there, spent and drained, I said, without thinking, "That felt incredible." It was the first time I had said out loud how amazing it was to have his mouth on me. It was as if I was actually acknowleging what we were doing for the first time. It made me feel odd and wonderful at the same time. He licked me and moaned against my cock. He was making me hard again.He moved down, now mouthing, tonguing and sucking on my balls. I took my cock in my own hand and started stroking myself. His amazing mouth was going to make me cum again. As much because of his passion, as his efforts, he was going to make me cum again. I told myself this was just about the pleasure though, just about me being serviced and nothing more. Of course, that would all change. It would change, because I asked for it too.
It just seemed natural. It was a growing curiousity. After receiving several incredible blowjobs, and several incredible encounters, my hand fell against him and searched out his cock as he sucked me. He moved to allow me access and tore open his fly, taking himself out for me. I admit, it was a turn on, I admit he felt wonderful. Warm, thick and hard, his tip slick with pre cum. Touching him surprisingly only made my own cock harder. I could say I was only returning the favor, but that would be a lie. I had become curious over the weeks and liked touching his cock. I even wanted to make his cock cum. I had started to think about it. I thought about how his body might shake, like he made mine. I thought about how his hot fluid might shoot out and dribble down my fingers, making them wet, making them feel slick.
Alone in a dorm room, he had a scarf over the harsh desk light. The room glowed softly, with just enough light to see. His pants were off and his cock was already hard. I layed naked on the bed, like other nights before, waiting for his wonderful mouth. I had been thinking about it. I wanted it. I wanted to try it. I took his cock in hand and before he could kneel down next to the bed, I guided him towards me as I also slid down towards him. His hard, thick dick pulsed in my hand. It felt so warm, his cock's head full and engorged, his shaft firm and throbbing. So inviting... My face was close to him now. His cock was only inches away. I knew then that I wanted this so much. I parted my lips, I opened my mouth. I moved forward and now had his cock in my mouth. It sent the strangest tingle through my whole body and ended at my brain, making me feel almost dizzy. His warm, throbbing cock, it felt so full, so wonderful. I sucked him, slow at first. It felt so wonderful, so surprisingly wonderful. It made pre cum leak from my tip. I could feel it, slick and wet, it oozed out as I throbbed, also. He put his hand lightly on my shoulder as I put my hands on his hips and swung my legs over to the floor. I faced him, held him and sucked his cock. He moved his hips, bucking them softly, rhythmically. I felt intoxicated by his hard dick, by the pleasure and act of sucking it. Even better than I thought it might be, even more thrilling than I could of imagined. Hot, hard cock, began to buck and fuck my mouth. It filled it, it felt so wonderfully hard, so amazing erotic and so incredibly satisfying. Yes, wonderful and satisfying. Those were the words, that is how I would of described sucking his cock, if only I was able to think straight.
I wanted him to cum and I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to feel it. I had no idea what a thrill cock was and I wanted to experience all of it. Eagerly, I sucked him. One hand at his cock's base the other tugging his balls. His moans were intoxicating, they encouraged and spurred me on. His hands on my shoulders, they gripped harder, his bucking became faster. A soft, wonderful sound of pleasure. A moan, soft, "Ahhh" sound, then I felt him shake in my hands as the rush of his semen flooded out and into me. Warm, thick and salty. The texture, odd but wonderful. The flavor, odd but incredible. So sensual, his seed, I swallowed some as the rest spilled out, dripped down my chest and onto my cock. I thought I might cum right then, as well. I felt so drunk, so lost in the lust of the moment and in the act itself.
He layed me back and then layed on top of him, So strange, I felt so helpless. He pressed his naked body against mine. His face just above me, his mouth just above mine. Slowly, he lowered his lips. Lightly, he pressed them to mine. I felt as if I trembled as I opened my mouth and felt his tongue. My hands ran down his back and caressed his ass as we kissed. Our mouths open, softly, passionately, we kissed.
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The next day, I felt so strange, so different. I felt light headed. As the days classes wore on, I found I could not even concentrate. As soon as I could, I sought out my friend. I saw him, an exchange of knowing glances, no one knew but us. As soon as we were behind a locked door, clothes were being peeled off. It must of been the look in my eyes, the look in his. Our nude bodies pressed together and our open mouths met. We kissed and our hardening cocks rubbed against each other. We really didn't talk much when we were alone together, it was a quiet passion. But now, the words flowed. "I like kissing you," he said, pulling his lips from mine just long enough to say it. "I like your cock," I said and grabbed his ass, pressing his dick even harder against me.
That semester, I got an incredible education, but learned nothing in my actual classes. Giving him so much cum and taking his in return, seems so crazy to think about it now. Oh, if you are wondering, he did have a perky, little firm ass and yes, I did fuck him. Maybe that is a story for another time.
As usually hapens when boys are drinking beer, the talk turned towards sex. Just a group of dorm friends, hanging out and drinking. One in our group was shy, alittle more quiet, but just a normal acting, nice guy. When the other's left, he and I stayed and the conversation continued. Maybe I should of known better, but I didn't think much of it really. I was straight and we were friends. Also, beer makes everything seem like a good idea at the time, doesn't it?
Likes and dislikes were discussed, it seemed harmless enough. I told him how I liked it when a girl kissed my neck and kissed and played with my nipples. I said how it was such a turn on for me if she licked them, pinched and pulled on them. We laughed about it, I thought it just innocent fun. Way too many drinks later, I layed over on the couch. Half asleep, I felt hands on me. In a state of intoxication, combined with my hyperactive sex drive, feeling someone's hands caressing my chest and nipples made my eyes roll back. Teasing and pinching, gave way to a wet, wonderful tonguing. Licking, mouthing and sucking on my nipples, I became lost to the plessure. My shirt had been pulled up to my chin, I leaned forward and let him remove it, then collasped back again. I could feel my cock. It was hard and strained against the zipper of my jeans. Even drunk, I should of stopped him. I should of, but it felt so good! Without thinking, I began to rub my hard cock through the material. My head was back, my mouth was open, I'm sure I was moaning. It just felt so damn good! When I felt his hand replace mine on my cock, I let it. When his fingers undid my fly, I let them. I opened my eyes and saw him on his knees next to me. I saw his mouth on my chest and his hand on my now freed hard cock, before I closed them again, so totally lost. It just felt to good to stop him.
My cock was so hard, his hand felt so incredible. Expertly stroking me, carressing and rubbing me. My head was spinning, maybe from the alcohol, but diffinetly from the pleasure. Then, an amazing warm mouth. Tonguing around my cock's head, wet lips wrapping around it, then down it. Sucking me, eagerly, almost desparately. Sucking me hard, I could feel my orgasm on edge. He was going to make me explode. When he slid his hand up my chest and pinched my nipple, it was too much, I could not stop it. I came, I exploded, I shot hot sperm into his waiting mouth. Even drunk, I knew I had never had a better, more satisfying blowjob. All I remember then was drifting off to sleep.
When I woke up, I was dressed, as if nothing had happened. I knew better though and nothing was going to change that. Showering, I replayed the night. Part of me wanted to forget it and part of me wanted for him to do it to me again. He acted like nothing had happened. I think that made it easier to let him suck me off again a short time later.
Out of ear shot and sight of anyone, I could see his hungery gaze. I told him that I should of never told him about my nipples, but I could not help but smile. I could not hide how wonderful he had made me feel. He laughed and we shared a lingering look. We both knew then that he would be sucking my cock again and if my cock had it's way, soon. Later that night, we found ourselves alone again and this time it was by design. I told him that he could never tell. I told him it had to be a secret. All he said was to lay back on the bed.
His hands snaked up my shirt and immediately took my breath away. His fingers and thumbs rubbed me. I was already so hard. I think he loved that. He kissed my stomach as he rubbed both my nipples, both in unison. It made me exhale sharply and then breath heavy. Already he was making my head spin. Already I felt lost to the pleasure he gave me. His warm, wonderful, passionate mouth; expertly maybe even lovingly, sucked me. Soon I felt that familar, amazing sensation. My orgasm building, my cum begging to escape. But he pulled his mouth from me. I shook, saying, "Dont stop, don't stop." But he only waited. My head tossed side to side, my hands gripped at the bedding. I thouhgt he might make me beg and I would of, but he put his mouth back on me and got his reward. Such force, such pleasure, my orgasm exploded and my cum flooded into his mouth. He swallowed, over and over.
As I layed there, spent and drained, I said, without thinking, "That felt incredible." It was the first time I had said out loud how amazing it was to have his mouth on me. It was as if I was actually acknowleging what we were doing for the first time. It made me feel odd and wonderful at the same time. He licked me and moaned against my cock. He was making me hard again.He moved down, now mouthing, tonguing and sucking on my balls. I took my cock in my own hand and started stroking myself. His amazing mouth was going to make me cum again. As much because of his passion, as his efforts, he was going to make me cum again. I told myself this was just about the pleasure though, just about me being serviced and nothing more. Of course, that would all change. It would change, because I asked for it too.
It just seemed natural. It was a growing curiousity. After receiving several incredible blowjobs, and several incredible encounters, my hand fell against him and searched out his cock as he sucked me. He moved to allow me access and tore open his fly, taking himself out for me. I admit, it was a turn on, I admit he felt wonderful. Warm, thick and hard, his tip slick with pre cum. Touching him surprisingly only made my own cock harder. I could say I was only returning the favor, but that would be a lie. I had become curious over the weeks and liked touching his cock. I even wanted to make his cock cum. I had started to think about it. I thought about how his body might shake, like he made mine. I thought about how his hot fluid might shoot out and dribble down my fingers, making them wet, making them feel slick.
Alone in a dorm room, he had a scarf over the harsh desk light. The room glowed softly, with just enough light to see. His pants were off and his cock was already hard. I layed naked on the bed, like other nights before, waiting for his wonderful mouth. I had been thinking about it. I wanted it. I wanted to try it. I took his cock in hand and before he could kneel down next to the bed, I guided him towards me as I also slid down towards him. His hard, thick dick pulsed in my hand. It felt so warm, his cock's head full and engorged, his shaft firm and throbbing. So inviting... My face was close to him now. His cock was only inches away. I knew then that I wanted this so much. I parted my lips, I opened my mouth. I moved forward and now had his cock in my mouth. It sent the strangest tingle through my whole body and ended at my brain, making me feel almost dizzy. His warm, throbbing cock, it felt so full, so wonderful. I sucked him, slow at first. It felt so wonderful, so surprisingly wonderful. It made pre cum leak from my tip. I could feel it, slick and wet, it oozed out as I throbbed, also. He put his hand lightly on my shoulder as I put my hands on his hips and swung my legs over to the floor. I faced him, held him and sucked his cock. He moved his hips, bucking them softly, rhythmically. I felt intoxicated by his hard dick, by the pleasure and act of sucking it. Even better than I thought it might be, even more thrilling than I could of imagined. Hot, hard cock, began to buck and fuck my mouth. It filled it, it felt so wonderfully hard, so amazing erotic and so incredibly satisfying. Yes, wonderful and satisfying. Those were the words, that is how I would of described sucking his cock, if only I was able to think straight.
I wanted him to cum and I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to feel it. I had no idea what a thrill cock was and I wanted to experience all of it. Eagerly, I sucked him. One hand at his cock's base the other tugging his balls. His moans were intoxicating, they encouraged and spurred me on. His hands on my shoulders, they gripped harder, his bucking became faster. A soft, wonderful sound of pleasure. A moan, soft, "Ahhh" sound, then I felt him shake in my hands as the rush of his semen flooded out and into me. Warm, thick and salty. The texture, odd but wonderful. The flavor, odd but incredible. So sensual, his seed, I swallowed some as the rest spilled out, dripped down my chest and onto my cock. I thought I might cum right then, as well. I felt so drunk, so lost in the lust of the moment and in the act itself.
He layed me back and then layed on top of him, So strange, I felt so helpless. He pressed his naked body against mine. His face just above me, his mouth just above mine. Slowly, he lowered his lips. Lightly, he pressed them to mine. I felt as if I trembled as I opened my mouth and felt his tongue. My hands ran down his back and caressed his ass as we kissed. Our mouths open, softly, passionately, we kissed.
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The next day, I felt so strange, so different. I felt light headed. As the days classes wore on, I found I could not even concentrate. As soon as I could, I sought out my friend. I saw him, an exchange of knowing glances, no one knew but us. As soon as we were behind a locked door, clothes were being peeled off. It must of been the look in my eyes, the look in his. Our nude bodies pressed together and our open mouths met. We kissed and our hardening cocks rubbed against each other. We really didn't talk much when we were alone together, it was a quiet passion. But now, the words flowed. "I like kissing you," he said, pulling his lips from mine just long enough to say it. "I like your cock," I said and grabbed his ass, pressing his dick even harder against me.
That semester, I got an incredible education, but learned nothing in my actual classes. Giving him so much cum and taking his in return, seems so crazy to think about it now. Oh, if you are wondering, he did have a perky, little firm ass and yes, I did fuck him. Maybe that is a story for another time.
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