玩弄穿黑色的运动裤的男孩

面前这个男孩,大约170的个子,身材很匀称,漂亮的脸上带着腼腆的表情.他穿着一白色的T恤,一条黑色纯棉的运动裤,裤腿上有3条黄色的装饰条,裤裆里的凸起很明显,看得我真想马上捏一把.

我面对着他,把他推到墙角,伸手抓住他裤裆里那团已经微微突起的肉团,慢慢的揉搓着,也许他从来没被别的男人摸过身体,他忍不住呻吟了一声,仰着头,享受我给予他的来自下体揉捏的快感

我顺着他的裤裆手慢慢的往上移动,伸进他的T恤里抚摸他的身体,我触摸到他结实的小腹,还有胸膛,我把他的双举过头顶,用左手把他的双手按在墙上, 右手继续挑逗他的身体每一处敏感部位.他的呼吸越来越急促,脸上的红晕越来越明显,看到他微微张开的嘴唇,喉咙里发出沉沉的呻吟声,我凑上去,慢慢的吻他 的嘴唇,颈,耳朵,然后用舌头撬开他的牙关.我尽情的戏弄着他柔软的舌,然后故意避开他的双唇,也许是他的嘴里产生了空虚感,他开始主动迎接我的双唇,并 且越来越深入,这激情的吻让我差点窒息.

我开始隔着他的运动裤揉搓他的阴茎,柔软的纯棉运动裤的手感非常的舒服,让他那还并不坚硬的阴茎摸起来感觉柔软而光滑.我轻轻的揉动着,不时的用力 捏一把,裤裆那很快就湿了一小块.他闭着双眼,仰着头,腹部向前弓起,低低的呻吟显示出他正在舒服的享受我给他的快感.而此时他的裤裆里那根尤物已经变得 又粗又长了.

我拉开他的运动裤,他居然没穿内裤!怪不得把他的裤裆顶起来了.我的阴茎很快的硬了起来,我握住他那根火热坚硬的肉棒,他的龟头涨得通红,马眼里流 出许多透明的前列腺液.我把那些液体在他的龟头上慢慢的涂\抹,用掌心摩擦他的龟头.他不住的呻吟着,身体不停的向前顶进,表情也变得比刚才更凝重了,似 乎快要射出来了,他的呼吸也更急剧.

他被我按在墙上的双手开始挣扎,我用力按住他的双手,然后用舌头挑逗他的舌根,右手开始握着他的阴茎不断的套弄,他的阴茎很硬也很粗,包皮已经都退 下去了,龟头火热而光滑,我一边套弄一边用手指摩擦他的龟头,他的马眼也不断流出透明的黏液,这些黏液润滑着他的阴茎,也让他感受到更强烈的刺激.

我看着他漂亮清秀的脸,因为兴奋而张着嘴巴急促的呼吸,浅浅的低吟声,看似痛苦其实却是无比享受的表情是那么\动人,浓密修长的睫毛微微的颤动着, 他的呼吸喷在我的脸上,我闻着他那充满男孩气息,湿润而醇美的气息,我觉得快要醉倒了.我用胸口紧紧的贴着他的胸膛,右手飞快的套弄他裤裆里那根硕大的尤 物,很快,他的身体开始抽搐,神情也变得非常凝重,他紧闭着双眼,双脚紧绷,低低的说了一声:\”啊..我要射了.呜~~~~…\”我感觉到手中那根 炽热的肉棒在不停的颤抖,我飞快的帮他套弄着,很快,他的身体朝前紧绷,一股股精液不断的从他的阴茎射出来,伴随着不停的呻吟,身体不断的向前冲击,我又 继续飞快的用力套弄他的龟头,又一股浓烈的精液从他的马眼射了出来.他的龟头上满是滑腻的精液,更多的精液都射在了他的运动裤里.

过了好半天,他才慢慢的平息下来,我深深的吻着他,送开他的双手,他的双手无力的耷拉下来.我醉心的闻着他充满男孩味道的急促呼吸,把他一把搂过 来,推倒在床上,压在他身上,我问他:\”爽嘛?\”,他把手臂搭在脸上,不说话,不时的咽下口水,他在调整着自己的呼吸.我一把抓着他的裤裆,使劲揉了 一把,他的身体猛烈的颤抖了一下,用力推开我,说:\”呜~~不要…不舒服..\”我笑着说:\”呵呵,就是要你不舒服,我看你刚才蛮享受的嘛,现在 秧了啊?诶,你看你的裤子都湿了.怎么\办啊?\”他说:\”等下穿你的.\”我又笑着说:\”好啊~没问题啊.不过现在反正你都射里面了,待会我也射你 裤子上面啊!\”他闭上眼睛,头一偏,故意不屑的说了一句:\”切,随便你,反正该你帮我洗裤子!\”

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The Willow Tree

“Is it underneath the willow tree that I’ve been dreaming of?” “Where is Love?” LIONEL BART’S OLIVER!

Sometimes, on these late Autumn days, with an occasional squadron of geese flying in arrow point formation, as he craned his neck to see them, and in his heart, go with them, Oliver thought he was meant to sit here under the willow tree, barren and naked for Fall it was, and be as content as he could be. He sat with his knees drawn up against his chest, his forehead on his knees in his torn jeans, and felt the cold through his poor clothing and his inadequate too thin jacket. He was in love.

Love felt beautiful to Oliver and he wished the lake were closer by for another friend, in addition to the tree, for here after school, he contemplated forever; here he dwelt in no territory other than himself; he was not a weak small kid here; he was tall enough to touch the sun; strong enough to move the Earth; he was not a boy with shaggy hair, for price was too dear; he was a boy of melancholy and dreams and he was in love.

He was not glum; indeed, he was wide-eyed and everything seemed a miracle; breathing for one thing; the feel of his heart beating, for another; he loved looking at the stars at night; he even loved school, because he was good at his classes, and if he smiled little, that did not mean he did not smile inside himself, that he was supremely happy he was here; and Autumn come again, and it was here, as he had waited for it all year long; in decent, Oliver was in ascent; in making fortunes of the future, he was a master at it, and if who he was in love with was wrong, then he did not feel need to call a quorum to pass judgment on his whole being; on the stars inside himself; on the star stuff that made him part of the long, lonely sky.

He scratched his left ear and pulled himself tighter into a ball, for the wind blew cold; it might even snow soon and he smiled at that, really smiled, inside and out; oh give me the sky to fly in and give me eyes that know me above all else in the world; swing my life and bring me to a bright shiny apple of a golden sun and let me hear the words I love you.For Oliver was a boy of perspicacity; he was a boy who knew a sum total can be reached even if one is still very young and the ground round him very brown and very cold and very beautiful, all the cobalt night sinking down and in, all the woods over there bring him to me and let me touch; let me converse not with teachers or parents or even friends distant from me they may be; for he knew when he touched himself at night in his bed; for he knew when the pleasure wrapped round his body and said peaceful joy, that he would find him under that willow tree; that he would find him lost and dissembled; what people may have thought Oliver was, but was not.

The cold corridors of the world dressed in amber sun set today, and he now held his hands to his sides, arms straight out, and imagined the November seas he could be plowing through; the great human ship he was, and big and powerful and strong, not emaciated, not addicted to being only with himself; deep he was and the seas in him were formulation of other continents on other planets; other worlds that were spirals in the loose leaf notebook bindings that said whisper to him and tell him, lean over the forest of wooden chairs in the school room, and say, Joel, I love you and Joel would not laugh or drop his pencil in utter shock, and the other students with their mahogany eyes would not look at him as though he would not become part of the woodwork, for he would not be allowed to play anymore reindeer games, had he ever been.

If only, and he took off his glasses and he rubbed his eyes which were tired from the days school and from the wind blowing drear. And he was in love. And thought–music. And thought–magic. And thought–will touching him make me finally at long last touch me? How pitiful we have this enormity in us, he believed, and yet we spend our days diagramming sentences, and doing math problems, and eating fish sticks on Friday, and somehow caring who gets chosen head cheerleader, when we could all be doing such grand things. When we could touch suns and stars in each other, when we could hold and caress and love and undress and see and wonder and feel lips and feel hands and not do it alone anymore, imagine the wonderworks of such a thing; do the ones who get to do it know how blessed they are, at all? He hoped so.

His room was a garret. His life was graphic novels. His notebooks were sealed with secret thoughts, thoughts big and small and medium size that he was not allowed to be thinking, if anyone knew, if Joel knew, if life knew, and what of my territory? He leaned against the willow tree bark. He felt it nice against his thinly clothed thin back and he looked up at the stars that had seemed to hold him from the very first time he looked at them and knew there was somebody for him. He put his hand to his chest and in his shirt and touched his cold skin, wondering how it would feel to be touched there and to touch in return, and what was his body? His skin. His legs and his desires, quick, three two one and over and then turning over and going to sleep.

Dream me, someone, dream me so I may live in something akin to you, and he picked up his Bluehorse notebook and took his pen out of his pocket protector, though it had little to protect, and he wrote down some more wishes and fished in his mind for the right way to say them before putting the words gently back into the river on the other side of the woods, alive and well. He bent his head downward, and his tongue tip came automatically out to lick his lips in firm concentration with his industriously occupied eyes, and he was in love and wrote, I am in love and the person doesn’t have to know I am in love with them, for it would cheapen the love if he kn—

And Oliver stopped writing and his shoulders hunched, as he felt his erection and he felt his blood like cold lemonade on a hot summery day that lacked sugar and verve, only verbiage came and justifications, and with those mourners in his corner he would be here forever, and Oliver was not a boy to spend forever alone, for he was brave in his shyness, and he knew what and who he wanted; he didn’t want, for sure, this tiger in his chest for the rest of his life, this tiger that had never known how to growl except in whispers, except when the two of them were fastened in bed alone and alone again. He wanted to feel the joys as Joel held him and he wanted Joel to want him to feel Joel’s joys; he wanted to be the earth and sky and the geese flying sometimes arrow formations over head as he wished them safe from all hunters forever more amen. Oliver loved laughter and he loved the feeling of it, the tides of it, for it made him supremely glad he was given the chance to start here and to grow up and to think his own fine thoughts, and he decided this night, when he got home, he would phone Joel, and he would say Hi Joel, this is Oliver, how are you?

And with his heart pounding in his chest, he would hold the receiver hard to his sweaty ear to hear the breath, the silence, the words, possibly the hanging up on Oliver, or the laughter at him, but no, Joel wasn’t like that–he was kind and sweet and always polite and he and Oliver acknowledged each other in the hallway between classes sometimes and o how Oliver’s heart filled to overflowing with happiness and could not wait to get home to pretend he was making love with the most wonderful faun in the whole of existence, o Joel if you only knew how much I worship you, and he would say none of that tonight, make up some question about homework, and maybe he and Joel could see a movie or go to the Dairy Queen or the root beer stand sometime, just if he wanted to, you know, and had, like, you know, nothing to do–and Oliver slapped his notebook closed and put his pen in his pocket protector that as has been said before had little to protect. No, he thought, I will not put a foolish iron maiden round me of stupid you know like how about if well you know–no, I will talk like me, I have the right to don’t I? And Joel will say sure, how about this coming Saturday, and that would be great, see you tomorrow then? And Oliver knew it would not go that way.

But he could still love him, in every rock and tree and person and sky and season, he would spend his life celebrating the faun forever young, and he would write about him, and make love to him that way, he would not give up, he would call him and talk to him, and be hopefully less afraid because-it was even bigger and more beautiful than the boy he loved; it was more exciting and more erotic than being naked together and seeing how the other one does it; it was everything–every mountain and every movie and every song and every dream, it was what Joel was and a million times a trillion times more, and if they became friends, fantastic, and if they became lovers, awesome beyond comprehension, and he would make it work, somehow, he had the stars and the planets and the moons and the suns and the huge beautiful earth all round him, he had everything in existence to sing Joel’s praises, and to by the way sing praises of himself too, and all this hugeness, all this massive beauty, what could a little phone call do against all of that, if it didn’t work out, and it just might work out, and he smiled and he laughed and he got straight up and he felt his pants crotch and found it now suddenly a bit wet and he laughed at the first time it had happened outside and beneath his willow tree. Maybe some day soon, he and his love will walk to this tree and they will hold each other and the dark afternoon would move round them and hold them in its huge palm and they would kiss the first time and brush their hands over each other’s hair and hold tight and know and know……

He gathered up his notebook and school books and started to running home, true home, as fast as the wind pushed him back like in a game Oliver pushed forward laughing, harder, and a scrawny little boy was suddenly created as he really was inside and soon the phone and soon Hi Joel and soon the world would be even a more blessed more magnificent totally unlonely thing, because he would hear that voice soon and that was what he and everything in creation would want to hear and sigh with redemption when he and it did, and he thought, on the running, jogging way, thank you, if I forget somewhere up the line, thank you for me and for letting me play in the fields of forever. Once upon a time, there was a boy named Oliver, and once upon a time’s never ever end.

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雙胞胎的遊戲

「欸,哲宇今天下午沒課吧!我們去網霸賽一場。」

 

「不了,今天下午我有工作。」

 

葉哲宇面對好友興致勃勃的模樣,稍嫌冷淡得拒絕。

 

「啊,你又要去家教啊!你不是很討厭那兩個死小鬼嗎?」

 

說到那兩個小鬼,葉哲宇臉瞬間垮了下來,無力的點點頭。

 

「我有什麼辦法,一堂課五千耶!要是你會不去?」

 

「那也要看啊,如果工作的對像會把我推到泛著蒸氣的熱水浴缸,我才不屑那些錢。」

 

葉哲宇嘆了口氣,將桌上的書收拾乾淨,上次被燙傷的部份仍隱隱作痛呢!

 

「再說,那兩個小鬼智商那麼高,會屑你這不出名大學畢業的家教,他們只是單純要整你的啦!」

 

「……也許你說的對,再被這樣整下去,我的皮早晚會被剝掉。我近幾天去辭職好了。」

 

「正確選擇。」

 

看箭好友豎起的姆指,葉哲宇又深深的嘆了口氣,一個身高一百八的大學生竟被兩個十五歲的小朋友整到落荒而逃,這件事傳出去肯定被笑死。

 

就在他想著如何說出辭職又不傷那兩個孩子的自尊時,口袋裡傳來鼓譟的聲音,那是他的手機。

 

看了看手機上頭的來電顯示,他一掃之前的憂鬱,開心的按下通話鍵。

 

“在做什麼?”

 

可琳甜美的聲音從那頭傳來,她可是葉哲宇追了好久終於到手的學妹。

 

「沒。剛要回家,怎麼了?」

 

“我想你。等會有空嗎?”

 

「恩…..我要去家教,可能沒辦法。對不起啦。」

 

“家教?真是的,那你上完Call我,我爸媽今晚要出去。”可琳對這一類話,說的一點都不害羞。

 

葉哲宇聽了,臉頓時紅了,有些不知所措的應了聲。

 

“那你是答應了。我有驚喜哦!期待吧!”

 

電話那頭,傳來了親吻的接觸聲後,她便掛上電話。

 

「今天也不全是壞事嘛!」

 

交往了三個禮拜,總算要從一壘下來了,說不定會直接全壘打呢!一想到之後的事,葉哲宇不免竊笑,自己終於要擺脫大學零戀愛記錄啦!

 

這樣想著,去家教的折磨彷彿減輕了許多。

 

 

可不曉得是天不從人願,亦是天氣預報忽然該死的準了,葉哲宇才出了家門沒多久,便起了個大雨。

 

原本想回去穿上雨衣,但一看錶才發現時間真的不早了,只要一想到雙胞胎會對遲到做什麼處罰,他就不自覺打個寒顫。

 

不顧與淋濕了一身衣,他催著摩托車的油門,再最後一分鐘趕到了目的地。

 

「啊,哲宇你來啦…..怎麼沒穿雨衣呢?這麼大雨!」

 

才到了門口,一名身材姣好的美婦就叫住成了落湯雞的葉哲宇。

 

「白小姐妳好,因為說好的時間要遲到了,所以顧不得雨衣就出門了。」

 

「噯,遲到一會不會有事的。而且不是說了嗎,叫我白太太就好,都一把年紀了被叫小姐可怪的。」

 

美婦掩嘴笑著,明明快四十歲了,卻不可否認仍那姣好的身材,保養甚好的皮膚看起來只不過三十出頭。

 

「才不會呢!妳那麼漂亮,叫小姐應該的。」葉哲宇發自內心的說。

 

「呵,哲宇的嘴巴這麼甜,一定很會哄女孩子!…..啊,我真是太糊塗了,怎麼讓你在雨中說話呢!」

 

美婦皺著眉,將葉哲宇拉到了客廳,白家是地區小有名氣的賈商,宅第雖沒有真正的豪宅華麗,卻有著另一種的獨特風華,是葉哲宇這些平民平日不可能接觸的。

 

只不過都來了這麼多次,該驚訝的都驚訝完了,葉哲宇只是淡淡的瞥了大廳一眼。

 

「全身都濕了。管家,拿個葉先生能穿的衣服來!….真是不好意思,下這麼大雨還讓你這麼特地跑來。」

 

「沒事沒事,笙竹和笙菊呢?」一進門沒瞧見那兩個小惡魔這點反而讓他比較訝異。

 

「那兩個啊,知道你今天要來,一下課就躲在房間,不曉得在弄什麼。」美婦瞧著樓梯,無奈的笑著。

 

…..一定是用來整我的…..葉哲宇只要一想到需要他們費時間準備的『遊戲』,他就不禁開始懷疑今天不抱病假是不是個錯誤決定。

 

「嗯,我公司還有事,那麼哲宇我先走了。」

 

看了一下錶,本來就準備出門的她朝著哲宇點了點頭。

 

「好的。…..那個,白小姐。」

 

「什麼事?」

 

正從一串鑰匙中挑出車鑰匙,她轉過頭看著不知如何起頭的葉哲宇。

 

「我…..可能無法再擔任笙竹和笙菊的家庭教師了。」

 

「咦,為什麼!?」

 

美婦驚訝的睜大眼,原本尋找鑰匙的動作也停了下來,「難道是因為時薪不夠?」

 

「不、不是的,你們開的條件很好,是……我的問題。」

 

總不能說被你的兩個兒子欺負的落荒而逃吧!葉哲宇苦笑,他總覺得背後的灼傷又開始泛疼了。

 

「這……說起來丟臉,之前已經有好幾個家教被我那兩個兒子整的落荒而逃,你是裡頭待最久的,我想笙竹和笙菊一定非常的喜歡你,難道沒有轉圜的餘地?」

 

被如此美麗的女人凝視,一般的男人馬上就低頭了,可是只要想到雙胞胎之後又會想出怎麼樣的把戲,他就一身雞皮疙瘩。

 

於是,葉哲宇只能歉意的笑了笑。

 

美婦無奈的低下頭,「你也有你的苦衷,那我就不多勸說了。我只是希望你在考慮看看。」

 

她嘆了聲,打開了玄關的門,走了出去。不一會就聽到BMW駛動的聲音。

 

葉哲宇吐了口氣,這才再度意識到自己仍穿著濕透了的衣服。

 

「少爺!你們怎麼會在這!」

 

拿著乾衣服走來的老管家,驀然的停在樓梯口,說著讓葉哲宇挫了一下的話。

 

頭一抬,便對上了雙胞胎的眼睛,雖然無法馬上辨識出是哥哥還是弟弟,但他隱約察覺是最令人頭痛的惡魔哥哥。

 

「你要走了。」笙竹走了下來,穿著最喜歡印有青竹圖案的休閒衣,眼睛裡帶著被背叛的憎恨。

 

「我……」

 

「是我們的錯嗎?」笙菊從笙竹後頭探出,眼神中難得有愧疚之色。

 

「不…..是私人原因。」

 

「騙子!」

 

笙竹一咬牙,將擺放在樓梯口的陶瓷娃娃翻倒,推開老管家跑上了房間。

 

「竹…..」雖然是自己恨的牙癢癢的小惡魔,但再看到笙竹的模樣,心中馬上傳來應該留下來的呼喚。

 

「葉哥哥是笨蛋!」

 

笙菊甩過頭,也跑回了房間。老管家緩緩的嘆了口氣,有些責備的看著葉哲宇,「小少爺們非常喜歡您啊。請容我說句話,少爺們之所以老是整您,是因為想讓您注意到他們啊……」

 

這大概是一般小孩都有的心理,葉哲宇知道,只不過他們所做的舉動實在是太嚇人了,他自認心臟還沒強到可以容忍到那個地步。

 

不曉的如何回應的葉哲宇,只能用沉默來代替辯白。老管家看了他一眼,將乾淨的衣服遞上去,「去洗個澡。要是夫人知道你感冒,會責備我的。今天仍算是你的工作時間,請好好陪著少爺們。」

 

葉哲宇接過衣服,朝老管家點了點頭,逕自走向位於二樓的浴室。

 

他曾上廁所來過幾次,卻沒有一次像現在這樣躺臥在浴缸裡。白家的浴缸說大不大,說小嘛到也容的下四五人同時泡著。

 

脫下已經有些乾的衣服,葉哲宇摘下眼鏡小心的放在一旁,看起來主要以泡澡為主的浴室,淋浴設備顯得簡陋許多,他抱著反正最後一次了,就奢侈一點的心態,將水轉開。

 

嘩啦啦的熱水滾落至由磁磚打造的浴缸,不一會便盈滿了水,莫約七坪的浴室便充斥著白晃晃的水氣。

 

葉哲宇赤裸著全身坐在浴缸邊,手划過終於平靜的水,溫熱有些燙手讓淋雨而有些失溫的他感到一陣舒適,有些迫不及待的浸下水。

 

「哇!真舒服,有錢人真好,還自動控溫哩!」

 

他有些忘形,舒適的水讓原本抑鬱的心情大解放,將身體在往下滑,讓水浸到脖子,他舒暢的呼了聲。

 

這時,浴室的門被打了開來,原以為是老管家的他不甚在意,閉起眼睛感受著水的溫適。

 

忽然,水花漸起的聲音打破了他想輕鬆的念頭,睜開眼,此時雙胞胎一左一右的靠著他,精明的細長眼睛打量著他。

 

「你、你們幹麻?」

 

「泡澡啊!」笙菊目不轉睛看著葉哲宇胸前亞麻色的凸起。

 

被雙胞胎打量的不好意思,葉哲宇滑開水去到了浴缸的另一頭,沒想到雙胞胎竟跟了過來。

 

「葉哥,既然你都要走了,讓我們幫你刷刷背嘛!」

 

明明剛剛一臉快要哭的模樣,笙竹此時卻蕩起奇妙的笑容,不等葉哲宇回答,便滑到他背後。

 

「不、不用了啦!」

 

天知道他們會做什麼,像上次說要幫自己按摩,結果將一隻手掌大的蜥蜴丟進自己的襯衫裡面,一想到那恐怖的回憶,葉哲宇試著滑開水,卻被笙菊抓住了手。

 

「葉哥,你都要走了,在整你下去也沒用了。」

 

在惡作劇的時候,笙菊往往被派作裝可憐的角色,明明是相同的一張臉,卻讓人憐愛的捨不得繼續發怒,就在你準備原諒他們時,你就會發現另一隻蜥蜴已經鑽進你的褲子裡……

 

「不….我看還是算了。」

 

就在葉哲宇準備逃離時,背部已經傳來一陣溫熱的觸感,笙竹比自己小上很多的手正磨蹭著他的背部。

 

不可否認的,他的確很有技巧,一下子就讓原本心生反抗的葉哲宇軟化,任由他拿捏。

 

「葉哥,你的背好光滑噢!」

 

笙竹說著,揉捏的力道逐漸向下,在腰部的施力顯然鬆了很多,可能是考慮腰部的敏感,太大力只會生疼而放輕力量。

 

「葉哥,看不出來你肌肉還蠻結實哩!」

 

笙菊則在水中坐上了葉哲宇的大腿,手則在他長年運動的肌肉上按摩,胸大肌、腹側肌,每一處肌肉都有一種力道。

 

彷彿來到了最舒適的按摩寮,血液循環因略燙的水溫而加快,前後那媲美最專業按摩師的技巧,幾乎讓他舒服的想要叫出來。

 

「葉哥,你要離開前可不可以幫我們解答。」笙菊的聲音不知何時來到他耳邊,已經舒服的泛睏的葉哲宇迷濛的點頭。

 

「我們最近看了一本書,可是一直不知道他再說什麼。」

 

連相對論以及量子力學都朗朗上口的兩個天才兒童,有哪本書是他們讀不懂得,要是平時葉哲宇一定能察覺這個言語圈套,但正處在迷濛狀態的他可沒能這麼多。

 

「那本書上說啊…..男人手淫是磨蹭自己的陰莖,可是到底要怎麼做?」

 

笙竹也貼在葉哲宇耳邊,說話不知因為是葉哲宇已經泛傻了,還是刻意如此,總覺得他此時的音調特別煽情。

 

「這….我不知道怎麼說吶!」

 

「不然葉哥示範好了。」

 

葉哲宇扶著浴缸坐起來,雙手摩擦著自己的陰莖,已經舒適的身體一瞬間便跳了起來,粗長的柱身脫離了水面。

 

「哇,葉哥的好大哦,我們可不可以摸?」

 

笙菊低聲的說著,運用人體陷入舒適而迷糊的腦子進行催眠,這是暗示的一種較為容易的方式。

 

葉哲宇看著雙胞胎一眼,腦袋只處在極度舒適的狀態,只能迷迷糊糊的點頭。

 

笙菊的手摸上了那比水更為灼熱的肉幹,運用按摩的技巧頓時讓葉哲宇歡快的從鼻子裡哼了聲。

 

「葉哥好詐哦!自己先舒服,我也要啦!」

 

不甘被冷落的笙竹也起了身,站起來的高度剛好讓那挺起來的東西正對上葉哲宇,葉哲宇不用示意,身體上的快感支使他下一步的動作。

 

他左手抓住了花莖,將尚未完全褪下皮囊的小龜頭含在嘴裡,用著舌頭將那層薄皮舐開,露出裡頭鮮嫩的顏色。

 

「啊….葉….葉哥……..」

 

似乎也是第一次被這麼做,笙竹不再想之前的鬼靈精,反到露出讓人害羞的模樣,捧著葉哲宇修短的頭髮,想將自己更深一層的進入。

 

葉哲宇的右手仍活塞著自己的陰莖,只是握著的不再只有自己的,大腿夾著葉哲宇的腰,笙菊的小陰莖被葉哲宇一併搓揉,互相磨蹭的陰莖在熱水中更加敏感。

 

「葉哥…..葉哥……好、好舒服哦……」

 

「還要….我還要…..葉哥……不要離開……離開我們…..」

 

笙竹笙菊相彷的聲音,色情的流露在滿是蒸氣的房間,葉哲宇無法說話,因為他正忙著右手的律動和舌頭的吸吮。

 

還不夠還想要的念頭在他腦子裡蔓延,他想要的是更多更多……..!

 

也許是雙胞胎的關係,笙竹和笙菊的東西同時勃發,流洩出濃郁的花蜜,觸覺、視覺甚至是味覺聽覺的極大饗宴,讓本來就還未真正發生關係過的葉哲宇第一次在別人的注視下,射精了。

 

○●○●

 

很久沒有睡的這麼迷糊了。

 

葉哲宇顫抖著眼瞼,有些搞不清楚自己身在何處,只知道那是張異常柔軟舒適的大床,而自己身邊正縮著兩團溫暖的東西……

 

…….等等,這是什麼!?

 

有些驚醒的葉哲宇驀然的睜開眼,第一眼所見竟是自己噩夢般的兩隻小惡正吸吮自己身下的男性象徵。

 

「葉哥,你終於醒了!」一名男孩此時正吸吮著自己想也不敢想的乳頭,此時葉哲宇已經沒心情分辨誰是誰了。

 

「你…..你們在做什麼!」

 

正當葉哲宇想跳起來,卻發現自己的雙手已經被毛巾繞了個金錢結,綁在床頭,身上穿的衣服被褪到鎖骨,而雙腳則被自己的褲子縛住,四角褲被拉到膝蓋以下,露出整個勃起的男根,而那正被含在一個男孩嘴裡。

 

「葉哥在浴缸裡睡著了,本來想帶你回床上,穿好衣服等你醒來後在玩,怎麼知道葉哥睡這麼久,看得我倆嘴都饞了,只好先做啦!」

 

顯然是笙竹的口氣,此時他正漬漬有聲的“吃”著葉哲宇的陰莖。

 

「葉哥,對不起啦!如果你想玩脫衣服,下次我們一定等到你醒,可是今天是我們的第一次啊,我們可等不了。」

 

此時,顯然裝可憐的正是笙菊,他正伸出舌頭,舔著葉哲宇的乳頭,鮮紅的色澤在亞麻色的乳頭上留下了一痕晶瑩的水痕。

 

「你們不要這樣子,這麼做很變態啦!」

 

「可是葉哥翹的這麼高,難道葉哥也是變態嗎?無所謂啦,我們就是喜歡變態的葉哥。」

 

笙竹想小狗舔著不捨咬下的骨頭,先是將整隻吞進喉嚨,接著舔舔桃子狀的龜頭,在沿著柱狀向下,在凹陷處用舌尖輕觸,順著浮出的青筋來到睪丸。

 

「啊….哈啊…..別舔那!…不….拜託!」

 

葉哲宇有些暈眩,這兩隻小惡魔的技術真是太好了,堂堂一個大學生竟被兩個國中生玩弄的求饒。

 

「葉哥很高“性”吶!真好,每次我們耍著玩,總是很生氣的模樣,這次總算高興了。」

 

笙竹輕笑,放開不停顫抖流露出強烈麝香的陰莖,小巧的舌頭含著葉哲宇另一邊的乳頭,輕輕嚙著。

 

「啊…..哈啊…..不要….咬啊…….」

 

葉哲宇大叫,雙手雙腳都被綁了起來,身體敏感處不斷撫摸的情況卻又無法因此射精,這讓他無奈痛苦卻興奮的喘著。

 

「竹。」

 

笙菊此時將花莖湊上了葉哲宇的嘴邊,示意了笙竹一眼。

 

笙竹會意,將葉哲宇高聳的陰莖扶正,輕巧緩慢的坐上去,被這大大悖離常識的一幕驚嚇,葉哲宇驚恐的看著笙竹圓潤的翹臀,那不應該這麼做的穴口完全含住自己的陰莖。

 

「好….好爽……天、葉哥的…..大……哈啊…啊啊…..」

 

淫蕩的叫聲,從一個年輕的國中生嘴裡傳來,格外讓人受不暸,笙竹雖然是第一次,但意外的有天賦,柔軟細滑卻緊緊包住了葉哲宇的陰莖。

 

從葉哲宇這個角度,能輕易的看到那進進出出的男根以及不斷收縮的內壁,像吃不夠般,那裏頭不斷的分泌濕滑的蜜液,小陰莖直直挺起,彷彿要告訴大家快來觸碰他似的。

 

「葉哥,人家也要。」

 

笙菊趴在葉哲宇堅實的腹部,讓自己的小東西能順利被含住,雪白的玉莖輕輕顫抖,顯然主人已經興奮到了極點。

 

想看….還想多看那兩個孩子淫蕩的樣子…………

 

葉哲宇拋開了理智,舌頭舔弄著小陰莖,時不時來到後頭跟著溺出淫水的蜜穴,像隻饑渴的蜂鳥,吸吮著怎麼也不夠的花蜜。

 

「啊…..葉哥….你不要….吸的這麼……用力啦..啊啊!哈啊!……..」

 

笙菊喝喝的喘著,回過頭正好瞧見兄長被頂的一上一下跳著的東西,沒有猶豫也不需要猶豫,他含住了那不斷吐出精水的陰莖。

 

如此有人路過,一定會為這色情的畫面感到羞赧,雙胞胎一個後頭的小穴含著男人的大陰莖,一個邊被男人舔著穴口邊含住自己兄長的陰莖。

 

「要….要射啦!」

 

受過最大刺激的笙竹終於忍受不住,將精液射滿弟弟的臉頰,雙胞胎的神奇感應讓笙菊接連著驚呼射精。

 

洩的男人古銅色的身子,彷彿沾上了黏膩的奶油,強烈的糜香讓人暈眩。

 

「還沒…..還不夠…….」

 

已經完全被性慾佔據的男人,像頭野獸般拼命的動著,已經被貫穿數次的笙竹早就受不暸了,知道哥哥撐不住了,笙菊將笙竹推開,抬起嬌俏的屁股,讓男人像野獸般肏他。

 

「好…好舒服…..我要肏爆….你們的騷穴!」

 

「葉哥….太大了….慢點…慢….哈啊….哈……」

 

笙竹喘過了氣,看著仍無法滿足的男人,有些發愣的想,兩人的初夜在這個發情就停不了的野獸真的合適嗎?

 

然而情況已經不容他多想,眼看弟弟即將承載不了男人的盛情,又將爆發出來,他要馬上遞補上去,不然不知男人會做出什麼事。

 

爬著過去的他感到四肢鬆軟,天!葉哲宇的精力怎麼那麼強啊!兄弟倆輪番上陣卻還沒把男人榨乾。

 

自己反到爽的連左右都分布清楚了!

 

已經不曉的射出了多少精液,只知道男人最後射出濃郁精水時,他和弟弟都真正的鬆了一大口氣。

 

男人爽完便昏了過去,而雙胞胎則一左一右的抱著他結實的腰部,在溼的慘不忍睹的被單上,沉沉的睡去……

 

 

葉哲宇是被電話鈴聲吵醒的。

 

「喂…….」

 

“不是說要Call我了嗎!?”電話那頭,傳來可琳嬌嗲的怒斥。

 

「….不好意思,我忘了。」

 

葉哲宇看了左右抱緊自己的雙胞胎,沒有想像的驚訝,只有淡淡的瞥了眼。

 

“忘了!你知不知道人家等了你一個晚上!”

 

「對不起,我們分手吧。」

 

“什麼!?我不是這個意思,我…….”

 

沒等可琳說完,他逕自掛上電話,並將它關機。

 

葉哲宇緩緩的嘆了口氣,他身上全是歡愛一夜的造成的痕跡,陰莖的部份更是黏稠的可怕。

 

算了,等會再來清吧!等他們兩人醒來。

 

葉哲宇拿起手機旁的眼鏡戴了起來,驀然想起歡愛時,兩人不斷求饒的模樣,心生一計的看著熟睡的兩人。

 

我會把你們欺負我的部份連本帶利的要回來!

 

 

在這之前…….

 

葉哲宇俯下身,親吻著兩人熟睡的臉頰。

 

「早安。」

 

 

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Play Rehearsal

I was not looking forward to going off to college.First, as an only child I had my own room all my life and now I was going to have to share. Second, I was use to putting things were I wanted them and did not have to worry about whether some one was going to move it or did not want it there. I am not a slob, but I like things arranged by availability not necessarily by what looks good or neat.One example is at home I have a small refrigerator as a nightstand because I like a cold glass of milk before bed and drinks while working on my homework.My whole life was going to have to change.

When I got to college and to my assigned room I was surprised to find my roommate already moved in and had arranged the room the way he wanted it. He was very generous in the fact that he gave me the area near the window and the area was a little larger.Not that the shoebox room had very much to begin with.The really only good point was that we were in a two man room compared to most rooms were three and four man rooms.We were on one end of the hall and the restroom and showers on the other, the break area in the middle and the T.V. room in between both of them.So for privacy and quietness the room was ideal.

My roommate (a junior) was an Alabama farm boy with the all-American male looks with broad shoulders, blondish-brown hair, hazel eyes, square jaw, 6’2″, and 200 lbs 100% pure beef.Naturally, he is on the football team and to my surprise in drama.At 22 years of age he looked like he could model for any swim suit magazine and I sure would want to see him in an underwear issue, maybe a tight pair of light blue G-strings or a beige pair to match his skin tone.I on the other hand am not quit as good looking, at 19 I still get a pimple now and then, weighing in at an astonishing 127 lbs of bones for my over tall frame of 5’7″.I have brown hair, green eyes, less than a swimmer’s build; with a ten-pound weight I would have ten-pound worth of muscles.

I could already tell my freshman year would soon be one that I would look forward to forgetting.

Actually everything went great.My roommate was funny, down to earth and easy to talk to.No one picked on me like in high school; even the jocks that came to our room were cool with me.In high school being on the swim team made me a jock in some people’s view, but in others I was a wimp. Here everyone treated you like you are a person whether you played a sport or not.

After the Christmas break, things changed a little.I was having more swim team practices and Mark (my roommate) was spending more time in the room. One evening after I got back from practice Mark was laying on his bunk and it looked as though he had been crying.Now I am not the smartest man in the world, but I do know that you never accuse a man of crying.I started some small talk to see if I could figure out what was wrong.He had been working on his role for a play that was to open in a couple of weeks.He was having trouble memorizing his lines, but his major problem was that he was to romantically kiss his wife to be in the play.It took some time to get that out of him, but it seems that this great looking guy has never kissed a girl passionately.The fact that he was going to have to kiss her on stage in front of a bunch of people made it worse.He had asked her to practice the lines and to rehearse the kiss but she refused stating that the only reason he was in drama was to kiss the girls.That he was nothing but a dumb jock.

Then the shocker came.He asked me if I could help.

The first thing that went through my mind was that this jock wanted me to teach him how to kiss passionately.Then I realized he must have been asking if I knew anyone who could teach him.I told him that I did not know any girls that could teach him how to kiss, however being a great looking guy he should not have any trouble finding a hundred girls who would teach him how to kiss.

He said, “If I could get a hundred girls then I would know how to kiss by now.”

Until that second I had never though about it, being a roommate for over 5 months and not one date and not one conversation about girls.I know why I don’t talk about them, but him?I mean as ugly as I am no one would want me, but him on the other hand; he was like every girl’s dream of a perfect guy with a great personality to go with the looks.I know I sure wanted him.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“You haven’t figured it out by now?The same reason you don’t!”

“I find that hard to believe, your great looks, fantastic personality, witty humor, and award winning smile compare to a lanky, short, ugly peon.”

“You’re not ugly, lanky or a peon, short I’ll give you if you want to be compared to a giant”

“So why don’t you have girlfriend?”

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“Because no one would have me.”

“Liar”

“Who?Why am I a liar?If you were a girl would you want me?”

“I am not a girl but I would take you in a heart beat.You are a great guy, a little short, but a great guy.”

There is a very long pause.My mind is racing through a thousand possibilities.What is he saying?I think he is saying that he is gay but that would not correspond with my luck.I know that I am gay but he would not know that.I have done a great job of covering up my sexual preference just to keep from getting my ass kicked.I even leave straight porn magazines on my nightstand like I had jacked off to them earlier.I hang around a couple of girls who like me. (Not that any of them would date me.) My luck would be that he is homophobic and wants to find out if I am gay to kick my ass or kill me.

Finally, as if my mind just stopped working and the only smart thing I could do was to ask a stupid question, “Are you telling me that you are gay?”

“Bingo”

“And you think I am gay?”

“Bingo”

Now I have to play it off just incase this is a trail to see if I will admit to being gay so that he can tell his buddies and they can take turns kicking my butt.I have worked very hard over the last few years to ensure that no one knows that I am gay and I have no intentions of ruining that now.”What makes you think that I am gay?”

He gives me one of those; `You know you are so just admit it’ looks.”Are you saying your not?”

Another long pause.

He gets up and moves over to me.He stands a bout a foot in front of me looking down into my eyes.He only has on a pair of gym shorts.His body is so hot.I am memorized that he is standing so close to me with his chest right above eye level I look up to stare at his perfect nickel size nipples with just a touch of hair around them.He reaches down grabbing at my pants to pull me up; he places a hand on each hip and pulls me toward him.”So are you going to teach me how to kiss or am I going to have to make a fool of myself on stage?”

My heart has melted and my mind has stopped working altogether.I lean my head back and close my eyes.It happened way to slow in my mind, like we were watching TV in very slow motion.When in reality it only took less than a second for him to lean in to kiss me, just barely touching my lips at first and then slowly opening his mouth to inspire me to return his kiss.I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to enter.Our tongues wrestle; soon my arms were around him pulling him closer to me as if that were possible.This was the first male-to-male kiss for both of us and my first passionate kiss ever.It seemed like forever before we broke the kiss.

It takes me a couple of seconds to catch my thoughts and realize that a dream that I have had for a very long time is coming true.The kiss was so romantic and perfect that I can’t believe that he has never kissed.”Well if you kiss her like that you won’t need any more rehearsal.”

“I don’t want to kiss her like that, but I would like to rehearse some more.”

Part II

Mark and I continue to kiss.I am still in my warm-up suit from swimming practice and I am thinking that in order for me to get naked all I have to do is pull on the front of my pants and the Velcro sides will give and then remove my Speedo and jacket.And to get Mark nude just remove his shorts and probably a pair of briefs or jock strap.My mind is just rambling away at all of the possibilities of how to have an evening of sex, something I have never experienced but was willing to try.I know that it would never work out with Mark and me because of height and weight differences.But it sure is fun to think about.My cock is so hard it is beginning to hurt trying to get bigger and get some relief.My hands are all over Mark feeling every part of his back from his neck to his tight buns.I am lost in moment of passion desiring for Mark to make the first move to remove either my clothing or his so we will both be naked in a heartbeat.

Just as we are really getting into kissing each other there is a knock on the door.My first thought is “my gosh” we could have been caught because no one ever knocks, they just walk in and the door was not locked so there was nothing to prevent them from doing so.We break the kiss in a hurry and try to compose ourselves.Now I am glad that I am wearing my warm-up suit because it is hiding my hard-on.I can’t help but look at Mark’s crotch as we break apart and see that he has a boner also.His cock looks impressive through the thin material of his shorts.Mark walks over to open the door.I wonder what will be said when they see his shorts tented in the front but it is to late for me to stop him as he opens the door. Kevin, a tight end, comes in the room.He acts as if he did not notice Mark’s tent.They start some small talk and all I can think of is hurry up and leave.

They spend about thirty minutes talking about sports and this weekend’s agenda.Finally Kevin says something that catches my ear.”Did you ask yet?”

“No.”

“Have you found out yet?”

“Yes.”

“Well, yes or no?Details man, details.”

“You do know he is right over there don’t you?”

Kevin looks at me like he had not seen me before and sort of smiles.After a short pause he says he is sorry.

“Kevin if I knew what the hell you two were talking about it would be one thing but I have no idea what you two are discussing.”

Kevin looks back at Mark and I guess after communicating with their eyes, Kevin then turns and asks me if I would like to join him, Mark and Todd, another football player, this weekend at a near by lake.

My first thought is why?It is the dead of winter and every one will be in the mountains.Then I think if I turn it down maybe Mark will come up with an excuse why he can’t go and we will be able to enjoy each other this weekend.Then I remember that I have a meet this weekend.I could not go even if I wanted to.So I tell them so.Mark looks at me with very disappointed eyes.

There is a really long silence Kevin and Mark seem to be communicating with their eyes again.Finally Kevin asks, “What do you think of Mark?”I am not sure what he is asking but play it off as wanting to know if he is a cool roommate.

Mark had been quite this whole time letting Kevin do all of the talking. Mark walks over to me and stands in front of me again like he did before. I felt a little uncomfortable and start to move away.It is one thing to be alone and hold each other but I was not ready to go public with my sexuality especially in front of members of the football team.I could not believe that Mark was.He then tells me it is ok.Todd and Kevin are both gay.They are a couple.”Haven’t you ever wondered why they are always over here together?They know that I like you and they wanted to have a weekend together so that some how they could work it out for us to be together.”

If it were not for the kiss earlier I would be thinking this was a set up for them to kick my ass.And maybe it still is, after all Kevin did not see him kiss me.It is difficult for me to decide what to do because I know a lot of stories of guys being beat up or even killed for being gay and even though no one really knew for sure that I was gay I have been teased and threatened several times myself.What do I do?

Kevin is really polite at this moment something that he normally is not. He says he will leave us two lovebirds alone.As he leaves Mark locks the door.I am scared shitless.I have no idea what to do.I mean I want this so bad, yet my mind keeps telling me no.

Mark stares at me for a little while like he can read my mind.He then grabs his waistband and slowly removes his short while watching my expressions the whole time.My heart is fluttering so hard that I think it is going to pop any second now.

I watch as his massive cock becomes visible.His cock is about 7 to 8 inches long and very thick.His nut sack is hanging down about 3 to 4 inches with nuts the size of large walnuts.He has an amble supply of dark hair above his cock but it looks as though he shaves his balls.His nicely tanned body is complimented by the lack of large amounts of body hair.His man hood is sticking straight up and slightly turned to the left.He stands up with his arms to his side as if to show me his body waiting for my approval.

I study his gorgeous body, hardly any hair, tight muscles and a nice cock. I look into his eyes as I do so he walks over to me and ask if I am ok with this.I tell him I have never been with any one and am not sure what to do.He puts his arms around me and leans in so that his head goes next to mine.He whispers in my ear.”It will be alright, I will take it real slow and anything you don’t feel comfortable doing don’t do.I want to please you.”He then begins kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear and telling me that he has wanted this for over three months, just to feel my body and hold me tightly.

I allow him to feel my entire body as his hands roam over my body.As a jester that I am beginning to feel comfortable with his body next to mind I turn my head to kiss him.We embrace in a very passionate and long kiss. Our tongues tangle in romantic desire to please each other.As we kiss I move back a little to grab my pants and remove them.Mark breaks the kiss and with out a word he reaches for my waistband and yanks them forward so that the Velcro releases and my sweats come off.He then reaches for my jacket and pulls it off.I am in nothing but my Speedo now.Mark then begins to kiss my neck, working his way down my chest stopping at each nipple.He licks, sucks and nibbles on them.It was such a turn on to feel him lightly biting on them.I put my hands on his head pulling him closer wanting so bad for the moment never to stop.He began rubbing my cock through the tight material.He then worked his way down my chest to my pleasure trail (although I don’t have much of one.)When he gets to the top on my Speedos he licks my cock through the material.Again lightly biting my cock head while fondling my balls with one hand and messaging my butt with the other.I am not sure I can last very long like this.That funny feeling you get just before you cum is emerging in my growing.Mark then reaches in my waistband and pulls my Speedos out over my cock and down.He is so gentle.I even have trouble getting them off when I got a hard on but Mark handled it like a pro.As he was lowering my short, he engulfs my cock head in his mouth.I step out of the shorts as he continues to suck on my cock.He places his hands on my ass and pulls me toward him as he deep throats my entire cock into him.He does this about three times and that is all it takes for me to shoot my load.I tell him I am cumming and he just pulls me closer if that were possible.I don’t know how many times I shot, but it was the best orgasm of my life and I must have pumped out twice as much cum as I normally do.

Mark savors every drop and licks me clean.He then picks me up as he stands up and carries me over to the bed.He gently places me on my back in the center of the bed.He then crawls in next to me and holds me tight. We kiss sharing the residue of my cum in his mouth.I am still extremely turned on and my cock although very sensitive is still very hard.

I begin to work my way down his chest as he had done to me earlier.He moves his hands under my arms and tells me that I don’t have to if I don’t want to.I tell him I have wanted to for as long as he has and it would be very difficult for him to stop me.

I nibble on his nickel size brownish-red nipples.I pinch the left one as I bite on the right one.He is moaning and I take it that I am pleasing him.I can feel his massive cock against my abs and it is leaking pre-cum like a faucet.I am extremely excited and desire for this moment to last forever.

I slowly work my way down his body, enjoying every inch of his solid rock hard body.For me this is a dream come true, something that only happens in fairy tells.Never does the ugly weakling ever get the gorgeous hunk, even in the Beauty and the Beast the prince turns into a handsome young man.I want to savor every second incase Mark wakes up his senses and realizes that there are much more attractive men out there that would love to be in the place that I am right now.I can’t help but study every contour of his great body.Licking every valley and kissing every ripple peak, desiring to consume his entire body with my tongue.I finally reach the tip of his cock.I am not sure I can excite him the way he excited me. Nor do I think I can get his enormous cock down my throat the way he did. Mark was defiantly experienced and handled my cock like a pro.His wonderful blow job lacked nothing.And yet how will I ever compare to such a great experience.Failure on my part could very well seal my fate to a life of “want-to-be-dreams” and one hand nightly shows.

I lick the tip of his glistening cock head, savoring the pre-cum that has covered the head of his cock.It is smooth and surprisingly very good tasting.I swirl my tongue around the slit and try and stick my tongue in to the small hole.Mark has his eyes closed and is moaning and slowly moving his hips as I attempt to excite him as he has done to me.I try to engulf more of his cock in to my mouth.I am surprised that I can get about half of his member into my mouth without any real trouble.The next problem is to figure out how to deep throat him and still breathe.I move down on his cock farther, I think I am going to gag but am able to get even more into my mouth.I have to move back up to breathe but go back down as soon as I have a new load of fresh oxygen in my lungs.I realize that I went farther down on his cock this time and go back up for more air.I repeat this exercise several times as I get use to the enormous size of his cock in my mouth.Although I never fully get the entire cock into my mouth, Mark begins to moan more and breathe more rapid.I feel his nut sack pull up close to his cock and I know it is only seconds away from me tasting my first load of man juices.Mark tries to push me away as he tells me he is fixing to cum.With my arms wrapped under him I pull him as close as I can and suck in as much of his cock as I can.I can feel the very ends of his pubic hair touch my nose and realize that I have almost his entire manhood in my mouth.He jerks upward causing my gag reflex to react and I pull off a little, but am rewarded with a large dose of cum on my tongue.I am not one who keeps count of how many times one squirts their juices, but I did not think Mark was going to stop.He produced so much cum that my mouth was overflowing with his love juice even after swallowing as much as I could.His cock pulsed even larger with each squirt of cum and was so hard that I had to rise up to keep from scrapping my teeth across it.He had placed his hands on the back of my head and was now guiding my head up and down his stiff cock.

After he finally calmed down from his orgasm, his cock was still very hard and his breathing was not quite normal yet but he had the biggest smile on his face revealing those perfect white teeth and award winning grin.He is truly a dream come true.

Part III

Mark had just had a great orgasm which left him drained of energy.He had the biggest grin on his face like he had died and gone to heaven.

We were lying side by side for a while with me just staring at his perfect smile, gorgeous body and the movement of his chest with each breath. Actually I was on my side and he was on his back with my arm was across his stomach and I had place one leg on top of his as I moved in as close as I could next to his beauty.His eyes were closed and his breathing was slowly returning to normal as I absorbed the reality of the moment that my long time dream of being with a man had come true.I was certainly hoping this would not be the last time that we would repeat this wonderful event.

Mark opened his eyes with still the greatest smile upon his face.As he stared into my eyes I could see the love that Mark was experiencing at that moment.He moved his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me in for a fantastic kiss.I was enjoying every second of this wonderful event.

As he broke the kiss he told me that he wanted to show me something that would excite me beyond my wildest dreams.He told me to roll over on my stomach with my legs spread out to the sides.I figured he was going to fuck me but I wanted him to know that I was still a virgin.I had dreamed of being fucked and have stuck my fingers and other small object in my asshole and have enjoyed it but nothing as big as his cock.

He informed me that it was ok, he was not planning on hurting me and that he was going to start off with something entirely different.He told me to relax and enjoy the feel and not think about anything else.

He got behind me and massaged my thighs and then my ass cheeks.He was spreading them apart especially around my hole.It felt great.He then began licking my ass.This was new to me.It was very erotic and exciting to feel his tongue brush across my hole.As I relaxed more and more with the wonderful feeling, he began to move his tongue into my hole.I could feel it as it opened up my entry way and penetrated my ass.This had to be one of the greatest feelings I had ever experienced in my short lived life. He continued to massage my ass as he continuously moved his tongue in and out of my hole.I was on cloud nine.

As he continued he started moving a finger across my manhole while still penetrating my ass with his tongue.Then he moved a finger into my hole. I was expecting pain but there was none in fact it felt great.After a few seconds another finger began penetrating my hole.He moved both fingers in and out while still licking my ass and using his tongue to keep me excited. He would lick around his fingers while they moved and he would force his tongue in my hole also.

With two fingers in my hole as far as they would go he moved up so that his head was almost even with mine.I had my head turned and I was flat on the bed so he moved his lips right to my ear.After kissing it a few time and licking the out side rim he then whispered in my ear that he needed to do something that some people would not like but if I would allow him to do it just once I could then decide if I ever wanted to do it again.

Again I thought that he was talking about fucking me.He told me it would be close to fucking me but he was going to show me a different thrill.

I told him I was game.

He slowly removed both fingers from my hole and lined his rigid cock up to my hole.I thought it would have gone soft from his earlier cumming.He slowly pushed forward, penetrating my ass very slowly.There was not any pain, in fact I was totally relaxed and thought it felt as great as him licking my ass.He did not go very far into my ass when it felt like my ass just gave way and his cock easily moved in.He stopped entering me almost immediately.He leaned forward again holding his erection firm into my ass.

He again whispered into my ear.You will enjoy this.Just as the words were spoken my ass began to feel warm.He was pissing in my ass!I could feel the piss as it filled my inter parts.He was correct I was enjoying this new sensation.He just laid there filling my ass as he licked and nibbled on my ear.His warm body pressed tightly against mine so tight that I could feel his heart beat on my back.It was totally exciting to know that he was filling my ass with piss while demonstrating his love for me by lying on top of me holding me tight and caressing my body while gently kissing and licking my body.It is a feeling that I will never forget.He must have had to really pee bad because he filled me like a race horse.

When he finally finished he told me that it would be like an enema and that I would have to shit, but he wanted to stay in me as long as I would allow him to.I told him sure and he pushed his cock a little further into me. I moaned with pleasure as he slowly moved his entire cock into my ass.It took him a while to accomplish this but it was great.He was lying on top of me just holding me while he slowly moved his hips around.He was not really moving in and out but more around in circles.

We stayed like this for a long time with me enjoying the feel of his cock inside me.He asked me if I had to go yet.I told him not really but I would try because I wanted him to fuck me.Sort of teasing he began moving in and out of my ass at a moderate rate of speed and stated jokingly, “Like this?”I really think he thought that I would not be able to handle all the piss inside me while he fucked me but to tell you the truth, when you are as horny as I was doing these things for the very first time you can do a lot of things that normally you would not be able to do.After several seconds of him pumping me and he realized that I was enjoying it he moved up to his knees pulling me with him.

He asked me if I was sure I could handle it.I told him I would as long as I could.

He again began pumping my ass.It is hard to describe the feeling of his cock as it slid in and out of my ass but it was terrific.He started out at a moderate speed and stayed pretty steady for a long time.Soon he was picking up speed and began pounding my ass really hard as he did so the sound of his body slapping hard against mine increased in volume.Between the sound and the force of his cock moving deeper and deeper into me generated a sensation that I had never experienced before.Soon he was rocketing in and out of my ass as his breathing increased and I could feel his cock swelling.He began shooting his cum deep in my ass.After the first couple of jerks he plunged deep in my ass and continued to cum.I could feel his cum as it released into my ass.

When he was done cumming in my ass he moved on top of me again forcing me to lay flat on the bed.He left his still hard cock in my ass and as his breathing slowed down I told him that I have a problem.

“What is the matter let me guess you have to go now?”

“Yes, but that’s not the main problem.”

“What then?”

“Well, see I am not sure that I can get dressed and make it to the restroom before the juices of my lover start flowing out my ass.You know you have opened me up and my hole is not going to close as you put your cock out. What is going to keep your pee and cum in my ass?And the restroom is down the hall how am I supposed to get there with out shitting all over myself?”

Mark began laughing.I have to admit it is pretty funning thinking about it now but at the time all I could think of is everyone staring at me and making fun of me as I walk down the hall holding my ass while shit, pee and cum are extracting from my ass.

What happened next was even funnier but was a mess.Mark being the strong man that he is picked me up while still attached to my ass.”We can walk down the hall this way if you want?”

I gave him a look that indicated that I was not amused at the thought.

He then moved us over to the trashcan.With us standing over the trashcan he slowly removed his cock from my ass hole.Lets just say it was not pretty, very messy and not to good smelling either.Mark laughed so hard that I thought he was going to pee again.Between the smell and him laughing it was hard to clean up but we got it cleaned up.We put on robes to go take a shower.There was no one in there and we took showers next to each other.I was getting all lathered up when my curtain opened and there stood Mark fully erect and making his way into my shower.I tried to stop him all be it half heartedly.I was really afraid of getting caught and the rumors that would start.Mark placed a finger over my lips and told me that if I would shut up no one would know that two people were in one shower.I still had a little bit of an erection that was working its way to full length quickly.Mark pulled me close to him and we kissed.I could feel our two cocks pressing against each other, the warmth of our bodies as they slid against our soap skin and his tender lips as he passionately kissed me.It was so erotic and yet so gentle as if he was making love to me as if I were his wife.It took a long time for our kiss to break.It was only by the sounds of others entering the shower area that we came back to reality of where we were.

He grabbed the soap and began soaping up my body again whispering for me to remain quite and they would soon leave.After he lathered up my body I did the same to him paying very close and extra time to his manhood.I could tell that he was close to cumming again.His ball sack had pulled up close to his crouch and he had begun to moan.I told him that we needed to get back to the room to finish our adventure that he had started.He whispered for me to leave the water running and to leave first that he would wait a few seconds and then leave.

I tried to will my erection down before stepping out but had only gotten it about half way.I was not really too concerned about this because lots of guys masturbate in the shower.There was about six guys just standing there joking and carrying on.As I got my towel and started to dry off one of the guys headed for the shower I just came out of.Still talking to the guys he pulled the curtain back a little and reached in with one arm.I think I was on the verge of a heart attack my heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it.I think he was adjusting the temperature.I have no idea what was going through Mark’s mind as the guy stepped into the shower. I waited a few seconds in shock and then hurried up to leave.On my way out the tallest guy asked me if I was squeaky clean.I did not know what he was talking about and left with out saying a word but I could hear them laughing as I left.

I made it back to my room to wait for Mark.After a long wait and still no Mark I thought I would head back down to the shower to see if he was ok. After about ten times of going in and out the doorway and looking down the hall I finally decided to go.Just as I stepped out the door there was Mark.We went into the room and my heart was racing.Mark told me to calm down everything was fine.I asked him how he got out without any of them knowing that he was in the shower with the other guy.

“Well when you opened the curtain to leave Drake spotted me as I was trying to hide behind the curtain.He decided to take advantage of the situation. Drake had asked me out a couple of times but he is not really my type.He told me to blow him or he would tell everyone that I was in there with you. I did not see where I had much of a choice so I got on my knees and started sucking away.After he came he peaked out the curtains and told me it was safe to leave so I did.”

“Drake is gay?How many gay people are on this campus?”

“Drake clams he is not gay, he just likes to dominate men who are and force them to do things to him.Drake won’t do anything he considers gay like kissing; he won’t suck you or allow you to fuck him.Drake just wants to get off and does not care how; he can be a real prick at times.He once thought he could force me to let him fuck me after a party but I refused. I caught him and another guy in the restroom later going at it.I felt sorry for the guy because Drake was being hard on him but he seemed to be ok so I left.”

I said, “We are going to have to be more careful next time.”Which is when Mark laid a big surprise on me, he told me that it would be great to life in a house with Todd and Kevin.We could get a two bedroom house or apartment cheaper than the four of us paying dorm rent if we lived about 6 miles from campus, plus we could car pool to say money there, we could share groceries to save eating out cost all the time, and best of all we could take showers together all the time to save money there.We both broke up laughing.

“You have really thought this through; do you do any school work or just think about me?”Laughing as I said it.

“The last several months, just you, oh and sucking that big cock of yours.”

“Now I know you are a liar, my cock is half the size of yours.”

“I did not know my cock was sixteen inches long!?”

“Very Funny!”There was a short pause as we laughed at each other.”Say can we do some more rehearing, I sort of like the kissing part?

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和马六甲M大学中东男的性爱

从八达岭回流马六甲工作后,一直都处于空窗和没有性爱的生活。

没有接触别人,也不懂得如何去接触其他人的办法。在这样的生活模式底下,只有工作+外出,或者外出+工作的一再重复。

记 得好几个月前在智慧型手机里安装了Jack’D后,就开启了生活中很多不一样的可能性。开始的时候,就只有浏览其他人的照片和资料。虽然只有看的份儿, 但眼睛看帅哥和结实的肉体还是件很爽的事。由于自己也只放了张远距离的照片,所以并没有什么人主动和我攀谈。在注重清楚头像的Jack’D世界里,大家可 能都比较注重发放头像的勇气和诚实吧!

在安装了Jack’D几个星期后的某个晚上,在我不停的浏览apps里的帅哥和肉体时,收到了T传来的一封信息。

“我现在很需要!你要不要过来我的地方?”看完了T的信息后,干涸了很久的自己,竟然不自觉的勃起。看着自己不争气的生理反应,我也不禁的摇了摇头。从什么时候开始,我开始变得那么的饥渴了。

“没看过我的照片,你也愿意和我FUN吗?”尽管下体已经不争气的涨得发疼,但我还是按耐不住自己心底的疑问。

“我直觉告诉我,你应该长得OK吧!况且我只知道我现在很需要。哈哈!”我看了笑了出来,欲望有时候真的是会让人失去了理智。在匆匆浏览了T先生的资料时,瞥见了来自中东的这一环。中东?!这应该是不一样的一晚吧!哈哈哈。

交换了电话号码和彼此确定了时间后,我还是礼貌性的去淋浴。好久没性爱了,我希望藉由淋浴来洗净身体上的尘污,最主要的是冲走我因为太久没做的焦虑和紧张感。

忐忑归忐忑,紧张归紧张,欲望还是让我在约定的时间里出现在T的公寓外。

“我 的住处在二楼,门前停着一台脚踏车的就是了。”再次确定了T的住处2分钟后,我已经到了他的门口。也在门口不安的踱步2分钟后,我敲了敲门。在敲了门 后的20秒,门打开了,我也终于看见了这位很需要的中东人T。和印象中的中东人一样,T有着同样的深邃脸庞。从我180公分还需要稍微往上台的视线计 算,T应该有187公分吧。稍微肉肉的身形配上圆圆的大眼睛的T看起来还蛮可爱的。而T也在打量我后,一直笑得合不拢嘴的。我想彼此在“验货”后的第一印 象都是不错的吧!哈哈!

跟着T进入了家门,穿过客厅,再到他的房间后。我们就有点不自然的坐在了双人床上的不同角落。

“你等一等。”T在说完了过后,就径直的走出房门。在他回来的时候,手上带来了两瓶橙汁。我们就这样的在各自的角落和着橙汁,假装轻松的闲聊。他告诉我他今年23岁,他也告诉我他在附近的M大学就读工程系。

“我 可以尝尝你嘴里的橙汁吗?”在我又把橙汁往嘴里送后,T这么对我说。于是我们开始主动将身体靠向彼此,两个人两双唇也开始吻在一起。T不徐不缓的将舌 头伸进了我的嘴里,我也顺着将口里的橙汁慢慢的吐进他的嘴里。然后就是舌头的交缠和橙汁在彼此嘴里的味道。渐渐的,T开始变得激动了。他慢慢从将吻着我的 嘴唇移开,顺着我的脖子,边舔带亲的吻下去。我也在敏感的脖子被攻占的时候,发出了轻轻的呻吟声。也在享受着T带给我的快感时,我的右手往T的裤子里伸进 去。没有穿内裤的T的下体已经硬的不象话了。

就在T要把我的衣物脱掉的时候,我要求说我想把灯关上。

“你怎么那么的害羞?”然后笑笑的将灯关上。

我 在我们都脱去了彼此身上的多余的衣物后,轻轻的将T推到在床上,然后压在他身上不断的细啄着他的舌头。然后也慢慢的将我的唇沿着T的唇,下巴到脖子的移 动下去。就在我的舌头忽快忽慢的在T的脖子打转时,T的身体开始轻轻的抽动,嘴里也开始发出“嗯嗯啊啊”的声音。看着T敏感的反应,我就将舌头打转的速度 放得很慢很慢,很轻很轻的,然后突然又很快很快的舔着。T开是变得激动,开是紧紧的把我抱着。在T厚厚和稍微肉肉的身体抱着的当儿,我的舌头并没有停下来 的打算,依然忽快忽慢的在他的脖子上转圈圈。T开始变得更为激动了,还顺势的翻身,把我给压回去。然后还用我刚刚的动作来“惩治”回我。这一刻,我才知道 被人忽快忽慢的舔着脖子有种爽到让人崩溃的快感。就在我真的快要爽得崩溃的时候,我轻轻的将T给推开。

T在坐了起来后,温柔的问我说, “怎么了?”。我没有给予回答,只是轻轻的亲了T的唇,然后就捧着T涨硬的JJ,再一口的把它给含下去。在我含下T的JJ 时,T“啊!”的一声叫了出来。但我也太低估了中东人的粗大。我原以为能一口的将它给吞下,但是事实告诉我,我只能含下三分之二的JJ。

我 的舌头不断在含在嘴里的JJ里时而转圈圈时而上下舔玩,偶尔还将舌头停在龟头的前端轻轻的抖动。除了舌头的攻势,我的双手还在T敏感的胯边轻轻的抚摸。 然后我发现到T越来越硬了。我说的硬,不只是JJ的硬,还是T全身每一个肌肉都开始僵硬了起来。耳边还重覆听见T不断传来忽强忽弱的“啊~!啊~! 啊~!”叫声。

然后T轻轻的推开我,对我说“我要射了。”。然后我就将嘴移开,让手代替我的嘴,继续抚摸着T的JJ。不一会儿,一道一道的精液就从T的马眼给射了出来。我和T于是相视而笑。

“我们去淋个浴吧!”于是T从我背后拥着我,一起走到了淋浴间。

开 了莲蓬头,挤了沐浴露后,我们就往彼此身上抹。然后T拥着我,在莲蓬头底下接受着水柱的冲洗。T的JJ完全没因为刚刚射了精液而软垂下来。相反的还坚挺 的在我的背后摩着我的股沟。我也轻轻的转过了头,和T舌吻了起来。莲蓬头传来的水柱虽然很冷,但却一点也没把我们重燃的欲火给浇熄。

“我现在好像插你啊!”T轻轻的在我的耳边这样的诉说着。于是欲火焚身的我们,迅速的将身上多余的沐浴露冲洗掉,然后快步的往房间走去。

到了房间后,T已经迫不及待的将安全套给戴上。而不惯当零号的自己,不安的感觉又开始涌了上来。

“别紧张,如果不行的话我们就停下来好吗?”在T温柔的对我这么诉说后,我也只好硬着头皮,咬紧牙根的顶下去。T熟练的在我屁眼里涂了KY,手指慢慢的伸进我的肛门,慢慢的给我“开通”。但我还是僵着身体,慢慢感受着T的手指在我的屁眼里的摩擦。

“我们来了。”T就开始慢慢的将龟头放进我的肛门里。

“痛~!痛~!”但是中东人粗大的JJ还是让我吃不消。在我的喊痛后,T于是停了下来,双手和我的双手交扣了起来,再俯下了身体和我舌吻来减轻我的不适感。

“我 们再试试好吗?”不忍心拒绝温柔的T,我还是硬着头皮答应T的“尝试”。于是T慢慢的进入了我。每当我稍微将交扣着的手紧握时,T就将进入的动作停了 下来,直到我适应了后,他才继续开始进入我。最后,T将整只的JJ进入了我的肛门,然后他开始了慢慢的抽插。我不知道那是痛抑或是爽,但我还是情不自禁的 跟着T的抽插而“哼!哼!啊!啊!”的叫了出来。

就这样抽抽插插,吻吻舔舔后,T将JJ给抽了出来,脱掉了套子,将一道一道浓厚的精液往我身上喷射。

然后,我们又再次淋浴,再次在淋浴间里缠绵。

记得在我离开的时候,我们在门口轻轻的亲了一下才道别。温柔的T问我说,“我们会再见面吧?”

“当然!”谁不想和这么温柔的中东男继续交缠呢

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Scape Goat

I grabbed the boy’s collar and yanked him inside.

“Pleeessir!Master Thomas said…”

“Shut up boy!Master Thomas can go stuff himself.I need you in here.”

As it happens, Master Thomas had just driven off.We’d had one of our typical rows.Only this was a bit more typical than usual.He’d been making decisions behind my back.We were meant to be business partners, for God’s sake.But somehow 17 years of living together, the first three as lovers, had clouded that fact.He still thought he knew better than me. And I was sick of it.

I stared at the boy.He was shaking.I’d not seem him before.He must have been new.We’ve got a bunch of these young colts working the gardens and looking after the animals.Tom takes care of that part of the estate. I don’t usually give it much thought, but a good looking boy like this would’ve caught my eye sooner or later.He must’ve come with the new stock Tom had bought the week before.He’s got a good eye at an auction, and he’s a tough Master.This boy was shitting bricks.

“Master Thomas isn’t here,” I said.”I’m borrowing you for the afternoon. Are you new?”

“Sir, yessir!eight days, Sir.”

“How old?”

“Sir, please, eighteen, just Sir, I think Sir.”

He mumbled so much I thought he might have been foreign.His arms and shoulders looked quite dusky against the white of his tunic.But maybe that was just because he lived outdoors most of the time.

“You’re my property as well, you know.Not just Master Thomas’s.”

“Yes, Master Sir, this boy belongs….”

“Stop mumbling.You’re getting on my nerves.Get rid of that tunic.”

I watched him wind the cord from around his waist and pull the linen garment up over his head.It was the standard covering we put on all our slaves.We’ve never believed in having them run around naked all the time. Apart from being too distracting, it would rob us of that special joy — watching them strip.

The clean white linen slid across his back, revealing his beautifully rounded buttocks.As smooth as two pebbles.No marks.Untouched treasures for me to ransack.

My blood was still boiling from Tom’s last words to me before he stormed out.He always managed to make me feel small.I knew it would all blow over in time, but I needed to focus my frustration.Far better to beat the shit out of this slave boy than allow the anger to fester.

He was standing there without a stitch, now, leaning forwards slightly with a kind of nervous tension that emphasised the shapeliness of his thighs.A light body but tight with firm, clear muscles etched into his torso — just the type to make me horny.And a fat cock too, though his testicles were all screwed up in a bunch.I’d see to that.His skin was clean and glowing with not a hair anywhere to be seen, apart from the tangled mop on top.

“Fucking shithead!” I shouted and slapped him across the top of the head. He probably thought I was referring to him, but of course I was thinking of Tom.He staggered then flopped down onto his knees.

“pleessir, sorry, Sir, this boy…”

“Oh, get up you cretin!I don’t want to listen to your snivelling.Follow me — and don’t give me any lip, you understand.”

My den was a tip.I’d been skulking there all morning.The floor was littered with magazines and CDs, the TV was flickering away with the sound turned off, and there was a stench of stale milk where I’d flung a carton at the wall just after Tom had slammed the front door.I cleared a space for the boy to stand and threw myself into my easy chair.

I stared at him for about five minutes, which made him even more nervous. He seemed to find it hard to stand absolutely still.I got him to turn around several times.He had a nice way of moving.Beautiful physique. Unblemished.I wondered if Tom had designs on him other than having him sweep up the backyard and feed the animals.Well bad luck, Tom, I was going to have first pickings.

“What you worried about boy?Don’t you trust me?”

“yessir, this boy your property Sir.he knows that…that…”

“Knows what?What are you rabbitting on about?”

“tha…tha…tha…”

“Oh for Chrissake stop stuttering.See that big leather paddle on the wall behind you.Fetch it.”

He looked round and I could hear him wince when he saw my collection of paddles, whips and canes.Gingerly he unhooked the paddle and brought it to me.

“pleessir,” he mumbled, as once again he fell onto his knees in front of me, “pleessir don’t punish me Sir, this boy’s so sorry….”

He was certainly getting me excited with all this begging and scraping.I stroked his hair.

“I’m not going to punish you boy.You haven’t done anything wrong.At least I don’t think you have.You haven’t been a bad boy, have you?”

“no Sir.been good, Sir.”

“Why would I want to punish you, then?”

“dunno Sir.”

“Well then, I’m not going to punish you, am I?”

“no Sir.thank you Sir.”

“But I am going to give you a good hiding, all the same.”

“S-s-sir?” he whispered faintly.

“I’m going to give you a good hiding, because — well because I need to. You understand that, boy, don’t you?

He had to think long and hard about that one.But eventually he blurted out, not very convincingly, “yessir.”

“Good.Now that’s understood I want you to get up.Raise your arms as high as you can.Stretch them up, that’s it, and stand firm while I warm myself up on this silky smooth arse of yours.”

I spent a few moments running my hands across his taught body.Some slaves have a natural warmth that is a joy to touch.This boy was no exception. I could feel the pent up energy flickering under my fingers as they coasted over his chest and stomach.I was standing behind him and when I pressed the palm of my hand flat across his belly, nestling into the hard ridges of his abs, I pulled him close so that his buttocks were nestled against my cock.He gave a short gasp, and started to whisper incoherently.

“What’s that boy?” I said.

It was very indistinct, but the words “frightened” and “pain” figured strongly.

“Are you frightened of pain, boy?”

“yessir.”

He was close to tears.

I quietly stroked his backside and said, “Well now’s a good time to try and get over that fear, isn’t it boy?”

“y-e-s-s-sir.”

Poor creature.I only had to stand back a few paces and he’d already started cowering.I had to tell him to put his arms back up above his head and to stand up straight…

“…else I’m not gonna hit the mark, am I?”

“no-s-s-ir.”

You get so used to having slaves around the place, that sometimes you forget that special thrill of knowing that the naked body in front of you is yours entirely, to play with as you wish, no holds barred — except what might damage it or diminish its saleable value.This boy was scared out of his wits, and I hadn’t even started on him yet.He kept tightening his buttocks and stiffening his shoulders in anticipation of the first stroke.

I strolled up and down for a while, watching him and praising my good fortune.A man who owns slaves is a wealthy man indeed.A man who has such a delightful specimen as this to work on is a millionaire.I almost forgot about the row with Tom, so absorbed was I in the colour and texture of the boy’s backside.

Before laying the first stroke, I savoured the smoothness of those mountainous muscles once more by lightly brushing my hand across them.The boy was so jumpy, the moment I touched him he leapt forward with a gasp. It was great sport!I pulled him back into position and slammed into both mounds with the flat of the paddle.

SSSMACK!

Mild as it was, that first smart of pain shot through his nerves like a bolt of lightning.He dropped his hands in a feeble effort to protect himself and cried out for me not to go on.

“Pull yourself together boy,” I shouted.” And don’t give me that lip.I don’t wanna have to stuff a gag in your mouth.I’m going to secure you properly once I get going, but for now I just want you to stand still.You can do that , can’t you?”

“y-e-s-s-i-r,” he whispered faintly.

“Good.”

I gave him a couple of dozen strokes in rapid succession just to get him sorted.He was all over the place, jumping up and down, jerking his knees, arching his back, howling and whining.It was quite a merry dance… made me laugh.In the end I grabbed his hair and pulled him down across my knee.

For ten or fifteen minutes I laid into him mercilessly, applying the paddle this way and that, working round till the whole area from the base of his spine to the top of his thighs was flaming red.Damn, it made me feel good.I kept thinking about Tom and what I would say to him when he got back.It was really therapeutic.

By the time I was ready for a break, he’d stopped squirming and his constant howling had settled into a soft continuous moan.I let him lie there for a moment while I got my breath back, enjoying his weight pressing down on my lap, then I pushed him onto the floor.

“Stop lazing around, now.I want this room tidied up.It’s a tip.”

“�yessssir!” he murmured as he crawled painfully back onto his feet.

He looked around, wondering where to begin, his eyes red with tears.

“You can get a bag from the kitchen to throw all the rubbish in, collect the dirty mugs and dishes and dump them in the sink, then stack all those CDs and magazines up neatly by the wall.”

“yessir.”

“And when you’ve finished that — do you see those chains hanging from the ceiling? — I’m going to string you up by the wrists and beat you with a cane — that hefty looking one on the wall over there, see — and then maybe I might try out one or two of those large whips hanging next to it. So you can be thinking about that as you tidy up”

I thought he was actually going to burst into tears at this point.His face puffed up and his eyes went all watery.He struggled to find enough breath to whisper, “yessir.”

“But let’s get you bound up ready before you start work.”

I told him where I kept the leather cuffs, in the top drawer of the cupboard, and he brought four over to me and stood still while I attached one to each of his wrists and ankles.

“Now you’ve got a fine pair of balls, boy,” I whispered quietly in his ear, “which look as if they could take a beating — don’t you think?”

All I got this time was a faint squeak, which I took to be a “yessir”.

“Well we need to stretch them a bit first, don’t we, so — in that same drawer you’ll find a ball of string.Bring it.”

When I’d got the string, I made him spread his legs so that I could grasp his testicles.I wound the string round nice and tight, making a snug harness with two lengths hanging down either side.I pushed him so that he was half crouching while I threaded these loose strands through the hooks in his ankle-cuffs, and tied the ends firmly to his big toes.When I told him to stand up straight, the tension on the string dragged his scrotum down, stretching his sac and squeezing the balls till they were sore red. It was even better when he tried to walk.With each step the string tugged at his balls, pulling them this way and that and making him howl — just the effect I wanted.

“Now get on with your work,” I said giving him an encouraging slap on the backside, which was already beginning to lose some of its redness.”And keep those legs straight or you’ll feel the strap again.”

As well as tidying up, I got him to make me some coffee and to sort out a DVD for me to watch in between his beatings.He was great fun to watch, hobbling about on stiff legs, trying not to snag his balls by moving too quickly.Every now again he’d forget and I’d hear a high pitched shriek as the string tore into his testicles, knocking the wind out of him.I even caught him trying to loosen the knot at one stage, but I quickly put paid to that with a swipe of the paddle.

Once everything was ship shape, I got him to stand on a stool while I attached chains to his wrist bands and hauled him up.When his arms were fully stretched I kicked away the stool and left him dangling.He kicked around for a while, but his balls were still tied to his feet so that only caused him more agony.

I waited for him to settle and then sat down to drink my coffee.I started to watch the DVD — it was one of those slushy movies that I like so much, with cute furry animals that talk — but my mind kept drifting back to Tom. Why did he have to be so arrogant?He knew how much work I put into the business — he was always trying to exclude me — he did it on purpose — just to rile me — well it worked — he PISSED me off — I’d like to string him up and beat the living daylights out of him sometime — the ARROGANT FUCKIN’ BASTARD!

I leapt out of my chair, grabbed the cane and took hold of the boy.He was whining and pleading for me not to hurt him.He kept twisting his body away from the cane which was splicing the air inches from his arse.

“Come here you little bastard,” I shouted and gripped him by the scruff of the neck.He howled and pleaded as I swung the cane hard across his buttocks.He swung himself upwards in a futile attempt to escape the impact.

“n-n-o-o!p-l-e-e-s-i-r,” he sobbed.

“Shut up!”

I caned him systematically for about ten minutes until gradually my anger began to subside and I became more and more engrossed in the shifting movement of his body.He quickly picked up on the rhythm, anticipating each stroke with a tightening of his arms and stomach.He took deep breaths to ride the pain, and in between strokes he hung loosely for a second, allowing his body to fall into a natural curve, emphasising the line of his spine and the fullness of has backside.He was a good looking slave.

I took a few moments to admire his torso, glistening with sweat.The symmetrical pattern of his stomach muscles protruded with each heavy intake of breath.When I punched them, they tightened into a hard rubber shield, and the smaller muscles surrounding his rib cage bunched up like yarns of twisted rope.It was very satisfying.

As his breath eased, his stomach relaxed a little, falling into its natural shape and fullness.The string was still tugging at his balls, but his cock had begun to swell.I stroked it for a few moments.He was quite still now, his head resting sideways and his eyes gazing off somewhere in the distance.He grunted slightly as his cock thickened in my hand, but otherwise he stayed silent.

It was then that I decided to lay a whip across his stomach.

Tom had picked up a pair of new floggers on his last trip to the States. This was my chance to try them out.

I started with the bull hide.It sat very well in my hand, heavy but easily manoeuvrable, its 40 thick red leather strips curling like the tentacles of some mythical beast as I trailed them across the boy’s belly.

He moaned as I steadied his loosely swinging body, and he screwed his lips up tight as though he was trying not to look scared.It was quite affecting.His nipples sat on his heaving chest like two dark circles of sunlight ready to be kissed — which is what I did.I bit into them and felt his light frame lift, and his throat choke back the sudden pain, sharp and piercing.

What a magnificent toy he was.I began with light, gentle strokes, caressing the curve of his stomach, from underneath the arch of his rib cage, across the flat cradle of his bellybutton, stopping short of the smooth patch leading down to the root of his swollen cock.Sharp, regular stokes that bit the surface of his skin, painting it red and extracting a strangled moan from deep inside him, but causing him very little real damage.

Once he was nicely warmed up, I increased the pressure, with a pleasurable thud of leather, forcing him to shriek out intermittently as pinpricks of blue began to mottle the outer edges of his torso.

Then I switched to the boar hide flogger, with its awesome black thongs. This beast was hard and sharp.The first crack almost split him in half. You should have heard him scream — I had to ease up a little to prevent any permanent damage, but I quickly got the measure of it, the strokes falling squarely on his flesh, leaving a smooth, regular pattern of burns across his stomach.The whip had a grand feel in the swing of the wrist. It was a joy to handle.

Soon he was howling and wrenching his arms wildly in a futile attempt to ward off the strokes.But I kept up the rhythm, steadily increasing the strength of my swing, till I was showering him from all angles, spreading heat across the whole of his front side, slicing into his nipples occasionally, at which times he would jerk his legs out and jag the string tighter around his balls.It was a roller coaster ride.I was soaring.

After ten minutes or so I was pooped.I flopped back on the sofa, poured myself some coffee and switched the DVD back on.

I must have drifted off, because one minute I was staring at the little animals scampering about on the screen, the next minute I woke up with a start thinking that Tom had arrived back.It took me a moment or two to figure out that he hadn’t and that I’d just been dreaming.Then I heard the boy groaning behind me and remembered that I was supposed to be annoyed with Tom.

I swivelled round in my chair and stared at him.What a pathetic sight. My handiwork was clearly visible in the patchwork of red scars that covered his body.He was quite still, except that every now and again, with great effort, he would grip the chains and hoist himself up — to relieve the pressure on his shoulders, I imagined.His eyes were red with tears and he was moaning quietly.I wonder if the sound of his own voice was some kind of comfort to him.I’d never really stopped to think about how a slave boy copes with this kind of punishment — although it wasn’t punishment, was it.I’d just been putting him to good use.Venting your anger on a slave is a healthy way of avoiding confrontations and hurting people.I’d almost forgotten now what the row with Tom had been all about.Instead I was beginning to feel quite gentle towards the boy.

The string around his testicles was looking untidy now.The balls were red and swollen enough for my liking.I slid off the chair and ambled over.

“Let’s loosen these,” I said, releasing the ends of the string.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and lifted him up, just enough to ease the strain on his arms.He was surprisingly light and I could almost feel the weight of his pain as I pressed him close to me.

“Good boy,” I said.

In a husky whisper, that seemed to have got lost somewhere in his throat, he muttered, “thankyoussir.”

I held him for a while, rocking him gently.He was shaking quite a bit at first, but I could sense him easing up a little in my arms.His head rolled over and touched my neck.There was that raw, pungent odour of sweat and fear that is so intoxicating in a young slave.

“Are you a good fuck, boy?”

It was several seconds before he raised his head and mumbled, “sir?”

“Are you a good fuck?”

“no Sir — I mean, dunnosir.”

His voice was quivering.

“You don’t know!Hasn’t Master Tom fucked you yet?”

“no sir.”

There was something in the tone of his voice that made me suspicious.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin?”

“Sir?”

“A virgin.You’re a slave, for God’s sake — someone must have fucked you by now.”

“no Sir.”

I couldn’t believe this.An eighteen year old virgin slave boy — where did Tom find him?

“How long’ve you been a slave?”

“nearly three months, sir.”

I let go, and watched him struggle to steady himself again.

This was amazing.It had never crossed my mind.Somehow I’d always taken slaves for granted.Ever since a child, when I used to play around with the domestics, it had never really occurred to me that some of them could have once been as free as you or me.I suppose I had always known it, but I’d never really thought about it till now.And this boy had certainly adapted well in such a short time.No wonder he’d been so scared of me.

Well, oh well!

“So Master Tom and me, we’re your first owners?”

“yessir.”

“Wow!”

This sudden revelation thrilled me beyond measure.Here was a boy, hanging from my ceiling by the wrists, scourged by my own fair hand, who had begged me to stop before finally coming to terms with the inevitable — here was a boy that was scared and alone, whose life had just recently been turned upside down, who had lost his freedom, his loved ones, all his hopes and aspirations — now simply an object for my personal use and pleasure.I was overjoyed to be so blessed with fortune.

I wanted to know more, so I released the chains and he dropped onto the floor.I let him lie there for a few minutes to catch his breath then brought him over to stand in front of my armchair.

“Present yourself with your hands behind your head,” I said as I nestled back into my chair, “Now tell me how you came to be a slave.I want to know everything.”

He still found it hard to speak.Whether it was fear of me, or shockwaves from the beating, or simply the fact that he wasn’t used to standing naked in front of the man who owned him, body and soul, telling him about his former life — I don’t know.I had to keep getting him to repeat himself and go back over things — but gradually his story took shape.

It seems he’d been made a slave because he’d entered the country illegally. He’d grown up in Canada, the youngest son of a reasonably well off family, but had run away from home when he was seventeen.He’d fallen in love with a local girl who came from “the wrong side of the track”.His family would have nothing to do with her, so the young pair ran off to make a new life for themselves.

They had all kinds of adventures on their journey across the continent, hitching rides most of the way, dodging the law and scraping a living as they travelled the road.By the time they reached the East Coast they were destitute and near to starving.His girlfriend was ill and he was desperate to know what to do.They fell in with some people traffickers who agreed to smuggle them across the border into the States.

It’s not clear what happened next, but there was some kind of ransom deal with the boy’s father that went horribly wrong.The young pair were bundled aboard a ship and several weeks later arrived in Southampton, without papers or money.The girl had recovered enough for them to go on the run again — but it didn’t last long.

The boy was getting pretty emotional at this stage of the story, and I had to keep telling him to hold his arms up straight and present himself properly while he spoke.

He seemed to blame their capture on himself.He’d been trying to protect the girl, who was now heavily pregnant, but he had blundered into a trap. They were arrested and kept in a secure unit for several months, during which time his girl friend gave birth to a little boy.He only saw the child a couple of times before he was dragged off to court, disenfranchised and transferred to a slave processing unit.He now had no idea where the child and its mother were.

“They’re probably being looked after very well,” I said.”A young fertile slave girl and a healthy young male puppy would attract good buyers. They’re probably no worse off than you are.”

This didn’t seem to make him any happier.He fell on to his knees and howled.What could I do but bring him back to his senses with a dozen good cracks across his back with the bullhide.

At last he fell silent.He stayed crouched on the floor by my feet as I spoke to him.

“You really must overcome this weakness for self pity, boy.You’ve made mistakes in your past life, but that is all behind you.You are a slave now.Those mistakes have been absolved.The past belongs to a person who no longer exists.And the future…well there is no future for you other than what is chosen for you by your Master.

The same goes for the girl and the baby.If either of them is half as desirable a slave as you are, and has the courage and the determination that I’m sure you have, they’ll serve their Masters well and will live long, healthy lives.You should be proud of them.”

“sir…please forgive me.”

I’m not sure if my words had made any sense to him.He wasn’t crying any more and his voice was a lot steadier.He didn’t struggle or moan as I pulled him up by the hair, and he didn’t make a fuss when I laid him across the arm of my chair.His story had excited me, and I needed relief.

He was a virgin, so he was bound to feel a certain amount of pain as I forced my cock inside him, yet he hardly made a sound.It was a long time since I’d fucked an arse so tight.It was magical.Each pulling-out and pushing- in heightened my pleasure, squeezing and caressing the tip of my glans, till I was heady with sex.When I shot off, it was with a mighty climax, slamming into him with my hot semen, scorching his insides and branding him as all mine.

As I pulled out, I chuckled to myself thinking how furious Tom would be to find that I had got to the boy first.I wasn’t really angry with him any more, in fact I was quite looking forward to him coming home.

The slave boy didn’t make a very good job of cleaning me up.I suppose he had never tasted semen before.Most of it ended up on his face.I told him he’d better catch up on all his chores by the time Master Thomas came home, or he’d probably get another beating.

Then I threw him out the back door.

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Dreams Come True

Dreams really can come true.It’s happened for me; a hairy, black angel stepped out of my imagination and into the sauna at the gym.

Hairy men unhinge me; I cannot be held accountable for my actions when in the presence of a hairy hunkster.A BLACK hairy hunkster is simply too amazing and to unusual to resist.Working out one day, I saw one of those drop-dead gorgeous kinds of guys doing bench presses.Sleek, sweaty, dark skin and muscle enough to attract the attention of the most stoic closet cases.

Short-cropped hair, at least a couple of day’s worth of wickers shadowed his handsome, angular face and he had a chin dimple!How can anyone resist a chin dimple?!He had enormous brown eyes and (of course) the requisite forest of eyelashes under heavy eyebrows.

As he lay on his back, straining with the burden of the free-weights, his arms stuck out of a shirt where the sleeve were torn off, not cut, torn. His biceps bulged like cannon balls under his damp, milk chocolate skin. He’d wrapped his (big) feet around the legs of the bench while growling and hefting the barbell so that his straining pushed his groin into the air. His cobweb-thin sweatpants accented the fact that he was quite endowed, I would have given away several members of my immediate family for a chance to be his right pant leg, hugging his thigh and unholy sized cock and balls.

My eyes were locked on target.Until I stumbled on my treadmill…

OK, I had an erection, it was obvious, and then I drew attention to myself. Exit, stage right.

Managing to hide my predicament while I snuck into the shower room, I was freezing myself under a cold shower in a corner of the huge room, lined with at least twenty four shower heads, but only three other naked men.I was shivering and my teeth were chattering but my trusty dick stayed strong.It’s always been that way, no amount of freezing water will put down my cock once it’s up and wanting to go.

It didn’t seem very busy in the locker room so I wasn’t completely panicked but I was getting frost bite in that damn cold shower.Just when I thought the coast was clear, I made a dash for the sauna but the young jock taking a shower turned around and I’m sure he got an eye-full.Oh well, I was sure he’d be gone by the time I thawed out.

I quickly hurried out of the shower room, into the sauna, only to stand naked, and erect, in front of four men.Three of them I saw there all the time and one was just some old codger with his head in his hands.There was no denying it, as fast as I hid myself behind my towel; it was way to slow to prevent me from being seen.So I pretended nothing was out of the ordinary (which was half true) and proceeded to spread my towel out on the bench.

I lay down and let the guys get a good look at my bouncing erection before flipping over onto my stomach.My eyes weren’t completely closed so I saw how one guy pulled on his already half-hard cock and the other guy, next to him, crossed his legs, trapping his package out of sight.The fourth guy, sitting at my feet, rushed out of the room.The one guy’s cock continued to grow as he scratched and tried to be casual about pulling on himself so my own cock was certainly not about to go back to sleep.

Opening the door to the little hot room, the jock that saw my erection in the shower joined us, no towel, no nothing.What a body, holy cats.He stood next to the clinking, clanking heating unit, flexing his ass muscles and making a show of stretching his arms out, you know, the whole routine.

The old codger shuffled out, the half hard guy was now openly masturbating while he watched the jock’s backside and the other guy who’d crossed his legs was now spreading them, allowing himself to be handled by the masturbator.If I had one, I’m sure the alarm on my pacemaker would have gone off — big time!

I felt the lube just gushing out of my cock, soaking my towel as I rested my head on my hands watching the show.From where I was, I could tell the jock was also getting a hard-on.When in Rome…!

Twirling around, freeing my attention-starved cock, my feet hadn’t even landing on the lower bench when my drooling, slimy erection was immediately swallowed by the jock.I almost came but he caught me with a tooth and that effectively postponed things.

The masturbator buried his face in the jock’s ass as the other guy took over yanking his own cock. As the jock did magical things to my cock, he pushed his fingers through the furry-coating on my legs, grabbed hands full of fur on my stomach, and plowed his fingers up to my tits.Either he liked my cock or he liked my hairy body (or the face in his ass) because he was whimpering, groaning, and growling up a storm.

It didn’t take long before his vocalizations got more panicked and suddenly his knees buckled as his head flew back and he sprayed me with cum.The guy with his face in the jock’s ass had reached threw the guys legs and was milking him hard.Pop after pop, the jock splashed onto me as his unfocused eyes locked onto mine.The very definition of Heaven seemed to be expressed on his sweet face as his hairless balls emptied themselves.

Pulling his hand back, the masturbator stood up and quickly started peppering the floor with his juices.The jock reached down and squeezed the guys balls and that seemed to be just what the last onlooker needed. Blurring with speed, the guy seemed to be trying to yank his cock right off when his lungs exploded in a rush of air and his dick shot one phenomenally huge, thick rope of cum.It shot up over his shoulder and landed on the upper bench behind him but after that mega shot he could only squeeze out a few dribbles of overflow.

I grabbed my cock, knowing it would take half a second to start spraying them all, when the sauna door opened, sending everyone into a tizzy ending with me sitting there, my dick in the air as the other guys rushed out.I didn’t even want to see who saw my cock this time.I closed my eyes as I quickly twisted back, face down onto my towel.My heart was pounding and so was my cock.I needed to have an orgasm something fierce.I was afraid when I actually did get to cum my whole cock was going to blow apart from the pressure.

My breathing was almost back to normal when a cooing, deep voice softly said, “I get off on that smell, don’t you?”

He sounded like Barry White — and as Martha says, “That’s a good thing.”

I turned to face the speaker and my heart rate shot back up to overdrive. Sitting across from me, completely naked, his groin at my eye level was the black guy who had the cobweb pants.For the first time in my life, I stared, open mouthed in total awe.

Whatever my face looked like, it must have been worth a thousand words.He started laughing.Rumbling thunder, washed across the divide, sweeping my mind away with the echo of his sound.Never before in my life had I ever seen a black man like the vision before me at that moment.(And coming from this old whore — that says something!)

Long, massive, hairy legs.REALLY hairy legs.The hairiest legs I’d ever encountered on a black man.One leg was bent, his foot on the edge of the seat, giving me a clear view of his impossible testicles as they rested in their velvety sack, pooled between his legs.A thick, dark flaccid cock draped down, to hang over the edge of the seat.At first, I wasn’t sure of what I was seeing, but it was clear; even soft, the man’s cock was an easy twelve inches or more.

“Man, I have never been complimented like THAT before.You should see your face, cousin.”

My eyes crawled their way up through his thick pubic hair, making their way through the hairy forest covering his stomach and reach all the way up to the base of his neck.A strong, glistening smooth neck, a perfect little podium on which to place his perfectly proportioned head, with its lean, angular face.

Smiling, he revealed perfect teeth, blinding white, uniformly shaped, and positioned exactly as they should be.A wide smile framed by wet, lushes lips, the kind of lips that were made for kissing.Kissing slowly, passionately, and everlastingly.A Roman nose, narrow, long, and straight, not the typical shape one would expect to find.Balanced on either side of the narrow bridge, enormous eyes with whites as bright as his teeth, accented in the centers by a light brown iris.

Oddly hued, but softly hypnotizing eyes with butterfly-wing lashes, far to long and thick for a fair share.His big black tufts of eyebrows were so perfectly and uniformly placed above his eyes that they nearly looked like appliques.They lithely moved in a thousand directions at once, like nervous caterpillars.

When our eyes met, his animated brows approached each other, curling upward just before they met as that deep, rumbling thunder spoke again.”You should really breathe.It’s not good not to.”

At last, my paralysis vanished.His words were like the magical elixir I prayed for.Without a word or thought, I sat up, continuing to examine his hairy, amazing physique.Truly, the man must have been wrought by the hand of God himself.

“OK, now you’re getting to me.I like all the hairy body stuff but I like even more the erection. Very few, I mean very, very few men ever get to me. And nobody has done it quite like you have.”

I saw his penis start to lengthen, and hang farther over the edge of the bench.

“I’m–I’m sorry.Wow.You’re amazing.You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”I tried to make more words but all I heard was my own croaking.

He chuckled again.His eyes dipped down and back up again as he crooned, “I’m not giving you any serious completion.You’re definitely at the front of the pack yourself.I have only seen three or four white erections so far but I think you could be an honorary brother.Not bad.”

I hadn’t even realized I was still erect, I was so overwhelmed by my dark angel.I tried to cover myself with my towel but his soft thunder rolled into my ears, “Don’t hide it.I like it.It’s making me hard.Like I said, very few men have ever been able to get me off and you got me hard and haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Yet?”The little word kept ricocheting around in my head.

“If you want.”

“For the rest of your life.”

He chuckled again.Floating down from the bench, his big, square hand wrapped around my erection, spreading pre-cum and the jocks cum up and down my shaft.

“Can you smell it?Cum.You guys were pumping it out but good just now when I came in.That smell alone can drive me to do things I never thought this brother would do.You wanna go someplace with me?”

“Anywhere on Earth.”

“Good answer.I’m glad.”

He lifted my leg, leaning into my foot as it pressed against his rocky abs and squeezed his erection into the carpet of hair on my leg.That cock of his nearly reached up to my knee, it was at least fifteen inches long.I wasn’t sure if I was going to Heaven or Hell but either way, I meant to get there!

Without another word, he pushed open the door and walked down the hall to the shower room.I rushed after him, covering my cock as men stopped in their tracks to watch the hairy black cock-monster move among us.Several men tried not to be obvious about looking while a couple simply gawked and one, rather young guy, maybe fifteen, sixteen, stared wide-eyed as his cock inflated like a balloon attached to a helium tank.(A cock he should be proud of too!)

From the moment the ice water hit me in that shower show-room until I was accepting his out-stretched hand in his apartment, I don’t remember a thing.I don’t remember dressing, speaking with him or driving or anything really.I just remember that I took his hand and he walked me into his bedroom.

Looking back, I laugh now.You’d think I was a virgin the way I trembled and hesitated.I had lost track of the numbers of men I’d had sex with long before I stood there while that man undressed me,.But everything he did felt as if I’d never experienced it before.Before he broke away from our kiss to start undressing me, my jeans already had a huge wet spot. (The way I leak lube, I should have learned years earlier to wear underwear.)

His warm hands caressed away my fear.Standing naked before him, (he, still fully clothed) I felt like a little boy again.That beautiful man got down on his knees and took me in his mouth.The heat of his tongue spread throughout my body.Massaged, as I’d never been before, I could feel my erection being covered with the copious amounts of lube that his tongue coaxed up out of me.

Big, powerful hands covered my ass cheeks, massaging them, readying them? I prayed like never before!

Just moments after arriving, I was holding back my orgasm.He stopped all movement, holding my erection, motionless, lodged in his throat, waiting for the tenseness to subside, he let me move back from the edge of orgasm. The moment past but he continued to hold my erection in his throat as he calmly breathed with his face against my abdomen.

What sweet Heaven!That was a new experience; something I never thought I would have again.Very, very slowly he pulled his head back, sliding my erection along his tongue.We kissed again. I began to unbutton his shirt, kissing, licking, and nibbling any skin that was revealed.His nipples were his Achilles’ heal.Each time my mouth adhered to his fat nubs he would shrink away, involuntarily covering himself.

I pulled his pants open with my teeth.Stuffing my head down the backside of his jeans, I slid my tongue down between his ass cheeks.As I lifted his leg, removing it from his pants, I licked the under side of his thigh and snuck a few licks from his ass to his balls.Once naked, my tongue explored every inch on him from his toes pressed into the carpet to his mouth as we stood in the sunlight streaming through his balcony doors.

Suddenly he shuffled me backward, growling and throwing me on his bed.He flipped my legs onto the bed and jumped up to straddle me.Expecting to have his man-tube shoved down my throat, I opened my mouth but his own mouth covered mine as he began sliding his shaft up and down my torso.

He broke away from our tongue wrestling long enough to rumble in my ear something about every hair on my stomach and chest caressed his cock, tickling the cum out of him.Then he attacked my ear, his tongue snaked into my brain and shut it off.I couldn’t think anymore; just feel.

I felt the length of his enormous cock being pushed and dragged through the furry covering on my front side as we kissed, or chewed on each other or tried to work our way into the other’s body by first getting our tongue into each other’s head.

My own cock rubbed in the tight curly hair covering his torso as he savagely scrubbed his erection on my fur coat.Sometimes he would drop his body down on mine yet still try to keep his exaggerated rocking movements going.

Again, his mouth attached itself to mine as his deep rumbling vibrated the very darkness of my mind.He was getting frantic.His strong hands crushed my wrists as he locked my arms over my head.Sweat was dripping off his body as he forgot I was even there.Plowing through the thick hair on my stomach and torso, his abandon threatened to rip the hair right off of me.

He released my arms and placed both his hands over his cock, pressing it hard against me as he his rocking became more uncontrolled.I put my own hands on my chest, making a tunnel for him to plow into.That seemed to make the difference as his opened mouth, ragged gasping became almost alarming, I suddenly felt my chin and neck being washed in warm liquid. Grunting and twitching his huge erection swelled to be incredibly hard as it pumped its juices.Soaking the bed under me, his huge load of cum slipped down the sides of my neck and pooled at the base of my throat.

In one savage move he pulled his cock all the way out of the tunnel formed by our four hands and stabbed it under me as his mouth dropped to my neck like a starving vampire, sucking up his own cum before injecting it into my mouth as he again rumbled, deeply, quietly.

While his hips made small rocking movements and we swished his cum back and forth between us, his hand found my own aching erection and with just a few quick movements had me doing a stomach-crunch orgasm.I felt my cum jetting out of me, felt it splash down on my chest.

Just as suddenly, he sucked his cum out of my mouth, swallowed it and pulled his knees up, folding himself on top of me with his erection still tucked under us.He let his head fall upon the crook of my neck and shoulder as his raggedly puffing lungs fought for air.I was seeing stars and my cock tingled, unused to such violent rapture.

For a long time the hairy black angel covered me, kept me warm as our cum dried, encrusting us as one.I thought he fell asleep so I didn’t want to break the spell, I wanted this very wet dream to last forever.Eventually though, he moved.He gently kissed me, holding my face so close that our noses touched.His eyes bounced back and forth between mine as he whispered, “Wow, it’s been a really, really long time since I’ve been with a man.I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it.I get sort of carried away, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Can you get hurt in Heaven?”

“Good answer.You’ve got good answers, you know it.I like that.Can I ask you something?”

“Oh, sure, as long as it’s not personal.I don’t think I know you well enough for that.”

“Ah, you’re cute.I like a smart ass.Do you need to be someplace or have a curfew or something?”

“I’ll stay forever if you let me.”

“VERY good answer.Now that I got the desperate sex out the way, are you willing to let me try making love to you?I’m not usually such a monster”

“I’m sorry to hear that.And yes, I’m not only willing and able, but also eager for the lovemaking.Although you do realize lovemaking is something that can take time.Sometimes even hours.”

“Possibly days or weeks.We’d better get started.”

But that’s where this telling ends.

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