Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 1 I've finally done it!

[Richard Cock]

I had several goes at trying to self-suck, but like Phillip couldn’t get my cock anywhere near my mouth or even extended tongue. It did look great though, my shiny cock head pointing at my face, I guessed six to eight inches short of contact. Obviously that short distance was easily covered by the force of my ejaculation and every time I enjoyed the splatter of hot cum on my face. Unlike Phillip, my mouth was wide open and eager to get as much shot into it as possible. Some missed of course, even though I followed his advice and stopped masturbating as I was about to ejaculate, none was wasted though as I’d wipe it towards my lips. It seemed to taste even better than from my hand for some reason. It goes without saying that I swallowed it all.

What I did notice though was that my balls would disappear into my body quite early on into the wank, seeing my scrotum all empty, just a sac of wrinkled skin was odd at first but I could clearly make out the shape of my nuts as two lumps had appeared either side of where my penis begins. They soon returned to their home as I became upright again.

I wondered later whether I would dare to ask Denise or even Phillip to wank me off over my face and into my mouth. One to consider. There might sometime be just the right moment.

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I still met Phillip at college, although our wanking sessions had tailed off, but we did continue to celebrate the tits and pussies now and then. Of course, he had met Denise at college too, us and others would often share a table at break or lunch times or go to the pub with us as a group. Oddly though, Phil still had no new regular girlfriend, although he said he had fucked a couple of girls he’d met at discos, but that was it.

One day Phillip was rather excited, when alone he explained the newsagent had acquired some hard core porn mags, Swedish. These showed actual sex and men with full erections, even semen on the girls. He asked if I fancied a wank with him over these. Silly question.

He arranged to pick me up Tuesday lunchtime, Denise had classes all day so I was free, he was bunking off.

I’d also begun to think more about how I felt myself now I was having fairly regular sex and in a proper relationship with a girl. It made me feel more complete, I think better able to understand my relationship to other guys of my own age, especially those with girlfriends of their own. I felt good, me having a girl and regular sex, many wouldn’t have that. I thought about me and Phillip, both of us naked together, doing what some men do, masturbating in front of each other to pictures of naked women, watching each other achieve orgasm and the intense physical release it gives us, never mind the visuals of hard cocks with spunk flying out of their holes as a hand frantically rubs it.

That led me to the question of what I would do, if say, Philip wanted to touch me – anywhere normally off limits, say feel my balls, to wank me off or something like that, something only a girl has done so far. Would I let him? Would he want me to reciprocate? I even considered whether I should ask Phillip whether we should perform mutual masturbation.

Once in his bedroom he produced the magazines and yes, they were explicit, naked men with erections, fully exposed bell ends on show, their cocks often partly up inside pussies whose cunt lips wrapped around their solid, thick shafts, then girls with a spunk trail up over their bellies reaching to their tits. Girls with faces covered in cum, tongues licking it off their lips or off other girl’s faces and tits.

“Fuck, those guys have big cocks,” I said as we quickly flicked through the pages so I could appreciate the explicit nature of the magazine. “Wouldn’t mind one that size myself.” I pointed to a young guy, his cock about to be sucked by the girl holding his shaft, her hand only able to wrap around less than half his girth, his bell end, huge, the groove where his glans divide so deep, the head so much larger than his shaft even. It looked, well, brutal, the sort of cock that would open a girl right up, then penetrate her so deeply, primed to fire powerful jets of spunk into her depths. The girl’s mouth was wide open looking like she will struggle to get his cock head actually in her mouth. He must have been nine or ten inches too. I was beginning to feel inadequate when Phil observed “Yeah, but these guys are chosen for these pictures, they only want big guys, who wants to see guys with small cocks fucking these girls or wanking over them?”

“I guess so, but wouldn’t mind that between my legs.” I said, “Still, I’m hard, you look ready too.”

“I am,” he said as he rubbed his clearly visible erection bulge with his right hand, then unfastened his belt.

“Get yours out too,” he said looking at me and then at my jeans. Then, without any warning he reached for my zip and pulled it down, giving my bulging cock a good firm feel as he did.

I suppose I froze momentarily, just taken by surprise, but then just did the same to him, his belt already undone I tugged his zipper right down and then undid his button. Phil then undid my top button.

We just looked at each other, our jeans now open at the front, the fullness of our cocks straining at the soft fronts of our pants. Before I could say anything Phillip moved, I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but in a few seconds he stood behind me and had his fingers on my chest searching for my sensitive nipple tips, which he began to flick so very lightly.

“Aawwww, that’s good, I moaned as I felt my erection surge and it pushed my pants out further, “mmmm, God, that’s nice.”

“I know you like that, now open your shirt for me.”

I did as told, I bared my flat breasts and waited for Phillip to touch my hard nipples. He did, but what I then did surprised me, not sure why I did it but it sort of seemed the natural thing to do.

Phillip was very close to me, I sensed his breath on my neck, his arms around my sides now as he stimulated my chest. I then just reached my arm back and felt for his open jeans. My hand was suddenly touching his penis as it protruded, still confined in his briefs of course and unable to stretch itself out. I let my fingers feel his hardness, to slip along the length of his bulge before I…….

“Wow, Paul, that’s nice,” Phillip said as I pushed my hand down inside his pants on his bare cock, thrusting it down as best I could with him so close behind me until I felt both his damp foreskin and the swell of his bell end and the hairs and crinkly skin of his scrotum with its contents.

We both touched each other for a while, getting used to the fact that we were two men touching, two men who fucked girls though.

By now I had pulled Phillip’s cock out and my hand moved on him, I assumed I had pulled his foreskin back as he felt quite damp there, sticky in places, I would certainly be wet now after all the tit play.

“What we doing, eh?” Phil asked as I slowly wanked him back handed.

“Not sure, but it’s nice,” I said as his fingers still stroked my nipples.

“Thanks, what you’re doing is nice too, fancy some too?”

“Ok, only if you’re sure.”

“Yeah, I am.” I felt Phil’s right hand drop from my chest, slide over my belly and though my exposed pubes to where my cock still bulged in my pants, there he slid it inside the elastic and in what felt like an electric shock, touched me. My penis already hard, aroused, wet at the hole and foreskin.

Then I felt his left hand leave my tit too as he took hold of my jeans and with both hands tugged them down, taking my pants with them. My cock sprung upright, I felt the cool wetness as he skinned my knob for the first time, then more strokes as he slowly and deliberately began to rub me. I also became aware of his own wet cock head touching my now exposed bum, wet spots deposited at each contact as he too produced his pre cum.

I had to let go of Phillip’s cock, his own arms were now too tight around me to move easily as he wanked me but now he had also cupped my testicles with his left hand too.

Had I gone too far? Had all this gone too far? Where was it going? Would I let it go further or did I want more and if so, how much? With Linda and then Denise I had no limits, I wanted to explore sex, to experience and to give, but they were female, tits, pussy, Phillip was male like me with cock and balls. And spunk. Lots of spunk.

By now I was so horny I didn’t care. I needed to orgasm, I needed to shoot and didn’t care how I archived it, which would be for later to think back over.

“Are we bringing each other off?” I asked as my cock was stroked.

“Looks like it,” Phil said almost into my ear, his body now mostly in contact with mine, his erection pressing against my bum crack and extending into the small of my back where I could feel the coolness of his secretions “unless you prefer to go back to just wanking ourselves off over the tits and bums.”

“Not now, we’ve got this far, I don’t know about you but I have though this might happen, would I stop it or carry on? Looks like I’m carrying on anyway.”

“Same here, I would have done more, you known touched you a bit more before, but you never seemed to respond to my hints.”

“Yeah, I sensed you wanted to do more but I think having Denise has helped, sorted me out as a guy, having a girlfriend, having sex with her, I feel more like you now. Experienced and more confident in myself.”

“I get that too.” Phillip replied.

I turned and began to unbutton Phillip’s shirt, he did his own cuffs so that I could ease it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He reciprocated and we stood there both topless and with our cocks sticking out. I fancied feeling his balls so reached out, eased his jeans and pants down more and peeling his foreskin back on the way down, stretched out and cupped them as he had mine, giving him a playful squeeze and tug as I did. He just sort of moaned softly so I had obviously done something he found pleasurable.

My cock was taken hold of again in a handshake grip, then pushed and pulled in what I thought wouldn’t be the easiest of ways to wank a guy but one that the girls had used on me when we were standing facing each other before sex proper began. Still, it felt good, another hand stimulating me intimately, better than my own in so many ways.

After a further short time Phillip suggested we lose all the remaining clothes, so naked we both were.

 

[RHH33]

Excellent thus far, please continue. Enjoy your writing style.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 2 I've finally done it!​

Again, and it must be an arousal thing, I just did something that shocked me but at the time almost seemed natural. Maybe it was because it’s something I do routinely to myself, an act I enjoy doing. I used my forefinger to wipe a sizable drip of pre cum that had formed at Phillip’s cock hole, OK so far, but then I licked my finger. Phil watched me do it. I might just have crossed a line, one I sort of had drawn for myself.

“Oh, wow, is it Ok? Does it taste the same as your own?” he asked, probably a bit stunned too that I would taste his cock juice.

“Err, yeah, nice, sweet taste.” I swallowed. Not that there was really enough to actually swallow as such, really just a taste on my tongue. Which I certainly liked and wanted more of. Much more.

I ran my forefinger firmly up the underside of my own penis, another trickle of slightly viscous clear liquid appeared. I looked at Phillip, as if inviting him. He reached out and using his thumb and forefinger over my knob squeezed them together around my cock hole so he too could harvest my secretions, then he put his fingers in his mouth, drawing them out between his lips. He smiled and swallowed as I had.

“Yeah, it’s nice, wish I hadn’t wasted so much before,” Phil said, as he ran his finger along the underside of his penis towards his own slit in search of more clear fluid.

I was sort of please that Phillip had liked pre cum, mine then his own.

I still had no idea where all this would go, boundaries had seemingly not actually existed, or had I imagined them? I still considered Phillip to be very good looking, attractive even for another young man. One thing was self-evident, we were both highly aroused by being with each other, all thoughts of the pussies in the magazine had long vanished. It was cocks now, our own cocks, and balls. I liked balls too. I wanted to feel Phillip’s balls more, compare how they feel to my own and see if he’ll let me squeeze and pull down on them both a bit too as I liked that done to me. I needed to let him know I liked that and wanted it done to me.

“Let’s get on the bed, he suggested “do we need the magazine?”

“Probably not, enough cocks here to keep us going, if that’s what we’re going to do.”

“OK, so what are we doing?” Phillip asked, looking me right in the eyes, seeking to understand, maybe how far I would go, how far he could ‘encourage’ me to go.

“I guess we’re going to rub each other off, if you’re OK with that, I think I am now, having begun, you know, touching each other, err between the legs.”

“I’m OK. To be honest, I’ve wanted us to rub each other’s cocks since the first time we met here.”

“Really? I sort of felt that too, from you that is, I just expected you to grab me and quickly bring me off, before I really understood what was happening, or something like that.”

“I did think of just doing that, but really didn’t want to have you freak–out, I had no way of knowing how’d you’d react.”

So, there I was, about to engage in mutual masturbation with my friend Phillip. I was apprehensive, not about the act of actually wanking him off or being wanked off myself, we had seen each other ejaculate many times now, seen our sperm, what someday we will both make our sons and daughters from. It was whether it would stop there, would I stop there, would I just go sort of crazy and break other taboos, new red lines of my own setting? Would Phillip push me or just encourage me into doing something I really shouldn’t engage in or would regret doing so later?

We sat on the bed, our cocks naturally erect, my balls had tightened more than Phillip’s, maybe I was more apprehensive than he was. It was also obvious that this was not the easiest of positions to rub each other’s cocks, at least not together, but maybe it would be best to bring each other off separately, to take our time on each other’s penis and maybe testicles, nipples too. Then to see each other build to orgasm, to watch as the other spunked, perhaps keeping a hand moving until the other pushed it away due to the sensitivity. Then there would be semen, most likely some would have shot onto a chest or a belly, there could also be some on the wanker’s hand, all thick and white with streaks of clear in it, clinging to a finger or two, taunting me, him, us, with what to do with it.

Phillip reached his hand out and touched me just under the balls, lifting them up even higher than they were already, his fingers in my hair there but also touching the seam that divides the balls inside the sac and runs down to my…..

“That’s nice, I’m ready to be wanked,” I said, hoping it would encourage Phillip to move his hand and fingers up to my beckoning shaft and away from too far between my legs.

“How about we bring each other off in turn, that way it’s easier to actually do it and we can each lie back and enjoy the experience?”

“Oh, yeah, good idea,” I said, rather pleased we both thought the same about this.

“OK, you lie back and let me wank you first,” said Phil as he moved over to one side of his bed to allow me to stretch out with my head on his pillow, my legs slightly parted for access to my testicles should he want them. I hoped he would, I’ve longed to have a good feel of his, not only that, I wanted to experience Phil having some sort of control over me, ideally through my balls, they being what they are and the known response to men having theirs grabbed. Would I dare ask him to squeeze or pull down on mine or even just give me a good feel there?

Phillip knelt beside me to the right, roughly level with my hips so his right hand was perfectly placed for my groin, his left could, if he chose to, stroke my nipples too. We looked at each other, then he took hold of me, pulled down on my shaft and lightly stretched my foreskin back behind my glans so there was virtually no sign of me having a foreskin apart from the thin slightly red line around the upper part of my cock. My frenulum felt taught too, just enough to begin pulling my glans downwards and tightening my still leaking cock hole.

Slowly his hand began to move, I looked down and watched as my foreskin was pushed back over my rim and then across the surface of my bell end, finally forming a small ring of puckered skin around my hole and the bead of fluid that had leaked out. It felt nice, of course it did, like when Linda or Denise had wanked me, only fucking or being sucked probably felt better, but other arousal factors were in play there of course.

Gradually Phillip increased the speed at which he stroked me, his eyes would move from my penis to my face, I would look back up at him too, my orgasm to come was in his hands. Phillip knew perfectly well how to masturbate but would doing it to another cock be more difficult, awkward? Anyway, I was looking forward to the pleasures in my cock head and the inevitable ejaculation I would experience.

“Tell me if you get close too soon, I’ll slow it all down a bit then, keep edging you, eh?”

“Yeah, thanks,” I responded, that was considerate of him, be a shame to spunk off too soon, having always thought about the possibility of this moment.

We stayed fairly silent as he attended to my penis, both of us focused on my cock; for me both the visual excitement of another guy’s hand on it plus the sensations in my bell end and shaft. His own cock stood out, his glans exposed and his opening wet again. I was pleased he was so stiff and clearly aroused by pleasuring me.

For Phil, making sure that I enjoyed what he was doing to me and that I achieved the necessary release and he could watch as I ejaculated.

Phillip’s hand now moved in a steady rhythm, not over rubbing as in yanking down on my shaft and stretching my foreskin hard back, that’s a technique I used if I needed to cum, say after a few ejaculations that day, that and pulling hard down on my balls.

“Ok?” Phil asked.

“Yeah, thanks, feels so good, nice and steady.”

Phillip grinned and then used his left hand to softly stroke my nipples in turn, beginning with my left. I hoped he would be able to stroke one at my orgasm, I would go for the other, stroking both is so much more than the sum of each being stroked alone.

I moaned as he “nippled” me.

Then he changed hands, his left now gripped my penis whilst his right now cupped my balls, offering them up to his other hand as it descended on my shaft, bumping into my delicate but willing testicles with an almost perfect repetition, building the feelings I was now having deep in the body of each of my testes and in my lower belly. A dull but growing ache that felt so good, one I frequently employed when having a wank. I loved having both my cock and balls used together like that now as Phillip took me to orgasm.

I couldn’t really see too well, but from how they felt I assumed my balls were still firmly pulled up, not lose in my sac and hanging low as they sometimes did. I decided to let Phil know I really like what he was doing to me.

“God, that’s good, love it when you work my balls, mmmm.”

“Thanks, but tell me if I go a bit too hard into your nuts.”

“I will but doubt you’ll do that, but right now it’s perfect.”

“A bit harder then?”

“Yeah, please.”

With that I felt his left hand bang harder into my bollocks every time it descended, his right hand pressed more firmly into my perineum as he cupped me there, trying to preserve the force of his other hand as it made contact with each delicate ball, especially the rear underside which I’d always found the most sensitive part.

I felt a small contraction. My balls were definitely adding to my rapidly growing pleasures between my legs.

“Steady, steady,” I whispered, now needing to slow things down.

“You close then?” he asked, his hand almost coming to a standstill.

“A bit, many more strokes and I would be struggling not to cum. OK now, though, but give me a moment or so.”

Phil removed his hands from my shaft and balls. “Let me know if this is OK with you?” he said, not indicating what he was about to do.

Firstly, he leaned in close to me, then moved towards my chest and began to lick my right nipple, his hair almost in my face, I could certainly smell it, not at all unpleasant of course. His tongue then began flicking my nipple, working around my areola then back over the taught tip, yes, that was good. But then a new feeling, his hand, his fingers, under my balls, stroking lightly along that seam, through my hair there, back and forth, not much more than his fingertips, maybe a hint of fingernail too. I had to admit I liked how it felt, the two girls had done it to me many times before between them, Linda was the only one so far that had actually gone all the way back, to where that seam terminated, yet another pleasure zone, but one that had very strict limits.

I now had to decide how comfortable I was with what was happening to me, I had a man licking my left nipple and his hand stroking me under my ball sac, inches away from my arsehole. It all felt intensely erotic, if it was a girl then absolutely no concerns, but it was Philip. He had an erection, my hand could feel it, I gave it the occasional rub too.

I decided to do nothing for now. His nipple flicks turn into sucking, light nibbles. Kisses. Kisses? Shit! I did nothing but moan.

Whether it was his mouth on my tit that had distracted me but somehow his fingers had moved quite a way behind my scrotum, still stroking lightly, touching my inner thighs as well, all feeling very nice indeed.

 

[Faiyazqureshi]

Next part please

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 3 I've finally done it!​

See, this is what I alluded to earlier, the thing Philip was doing to me now really should have been imposed on me with some duress. Like if he had grabbed me by the balls and began to squeeze whilst saying let me feel your arse or I’ll hurt your bollocks. I would have to yield and let him do as he wanted, no choice, of course. But nothing had made me intervene, no ball pain threat, nothing.

So what did I do? I opened my legs more, raising my thighs. Offering myself to Phillip. I had no idea how far he would actually go, was he just allowing my cock to calm down before resuming wanking me, or did he want to touch me.

More importantly, I suppose, did I want him to touch me? I thought back to the girls, once we trusted each other intimately, all of us offered our bodies to the other to please. Yes, there are some initial barriers to overcome, Denise had not yet touched my anus or me hers, well properly apart from one fleeting early touch. I wanted us to share that pleasure soon though. Was I offering Phillip my arse? Did he want it?

“Paul, I assume you’re OK with this, you, well, opening your legs up like this?”

His finger really was only a fraction away from my anus now, but fuck, it felt good.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” I shocked myself by saying. Then opened up even more.

Phillip took my cue and touched my arsehole. It was like an electric shock, each touch fizzed. He was so delicate, the finest of strokes, just like on my nipple tips, but now on my anal sphincter. He would feel the hair I had there, the fine ridges of my pucker, I was probably opening and closing as well in response to his touches.

“You like that? I’ve never done it to another man before, never had the opportunity, just say if you want me to stop.”

“Fucking hell, I do and don’t want you to stop, I’ve had a girl’s finger around and even up my arse feeling me, but, well a girl. Loved it too, so, well, naughty I think, but a guy? Fuck!”

Phillip said nothing but continued to touch me, then he went back to my right tit and worked that. I thought I could just about orgasm right now such were the sensations in my whole body. Then it all stopped. Phillip was looking down at me, his hand again around my cock, slow strokes teasing me. I was dripping pre cum, my glans shiny and streaked from where I had leaked.

Then another totally unexpected request.

“Paul can I suck you a bit, your cock, that is, just a bit, to try it?”

I simply nodded. I could think of no other possible response.

Phillip lowered his head, I watched as he moistened his lips and his right hand guided my cock to his mouth. We’d both had our cocks sucked of course, we knew how good it feels, I expect Philip, like I, had encouraged the girls to take more and more of our lengths, to play with and tease our cock heads, to poke their tongues into our slits. I had never envisaged guys doing it to each other, me one of the guys. What now occurred to me was that Phillip might expect me to reciprocate, to touch his anus, suck his tits and then his cock too. Only fair I reasoned, but I was really struggling with this. Yes, we were mates, yes, he had done it to me, we agreed to mutual masturbation earlier, but this was way beyond my interpretation of masturbation, it was almost heading to gay sex.

By now Phillip was sucking me properly, he had started slowly, just my cock head inside his mouth, tasting me, making sure his teeth were covered by his lips, then he took a little more of my shaft too. That felt good as I’m very sensitive just below the rim of my knob, I was now relaxing and beginning to enjoy what Phillip was doing to me. He soon began to move more so his head was working up and down on my shaft, it now held firmly in his other hand as he made shorts wanking strokes with it in unison with his mouth. I watched, I felt the sensations in my glans as his lips were sucked in and drawn across my shiny knob, no doubt he was tasting my pre cum again, but… Then I thought is Phil going to actually suck me off? Oh, I thought, what if he does, will I have to suck him off too, would he mind if I just had a little suck and then gave him a hand job?

Meanwhile I felt what he was now doing with his right hand, it was back around my ball sac, giving me squeezes there, my left ball, my right one, sometimes both together. Sometimes his grip was quite firm with his fingertips curled into and pressing the body of each testicle, that was something I really liked, adding to the absolute pleasure I now felt in my cock.

I watched and felt my cock being sucked, Phillip was taking more and more of my length now, like the girls did, he was starting to gag and make noises as he took me deeper. I was surprised he was doing this, maybe he liked the feeling of the girl’s throats on his cock and was giving me the same, perhaps another indication of how far he wanted to go. Anyway, all this was getting me close, every bob of his head, each suck of his lips, every squeeze of my bollocks took me closer, closer….

“I’m going to cum!” I cried out. Seconds later my cock was pulsing, my spunk shooting out, my balls pulled on, my friend Phillip taking my load, my semen, all hot and spurting into his mouth. His head kept moving on me, his left hand wanking me as best it could. I cried out with the intense sensitivity now in my bell end, he gave me no relief, knowing how it felt, so powerful it’s almost painful but still exquisite. I kept cumming, I could feel my spurts as semen shot up my cock and my hole opened up to let it out, I loved the way my perineum pulsed as I shot my loads, I’d watched it so many times in the mirror, the rapid movement there as I emptied myself of sperm.

He must have a mouthful, I thought as he finally came to a halt on my cock, it still inside his mouth as I began to soften, maybe he’s had to swallow some too. Then Phil raised his head, looked at me and opened his mouth, it was awash with white fluid, my spunk. The next moment he closed his mouth and swallowed, then grinned at me. I knew what he had just tasted, I’d swallowed enough of my own cum in recent months, as had Denise and to a lesser extent Linda.

“How was that?” Phillip simply asked me, a huge grin on his face and a smear of my sperm on his left cheek.

It took me a while to think how to reply to the guy still holding my penis, the guy who had just sucked me off and swallowed my cum, the guy who still had a streak of that cum over his face.

“Fucking hell, Phil, never expected that, I thought we were just going to wank each other off and then you suck me off and then swallow.”

Phillip laughed, “Yeah, sort of got carried away, I thought we were just wanking too but there was something about your cock and you that just, well, made me do it.”

“Me?”

“You know, us being wanking mates and all that, OK with our cocks out and cumming together, I wanted you to have a good time, I always prefer a blow job to a wank, bet you do too.”

“Sure, often better than fucking. But you swallowed it, was there much, did it taste OK?” I had so many questions for Phil, more than I would have asked any girl after taking my cum.

“It was nice feeling you cumming, obviously I know how it feels when shooting my load, so didn’t want to interrupt you, I could feel you filling my mouth, your cum is nice and warm too, you just kept going, I recon I must have swallowed some early on. Tasted OK too, sort of salty and a little bitter in places, but the first bit was really nice, not strong tasting, what I call a proper sex flavour, a bit like pussy.”

“You sure, I quite like my own and the girls said it was OK too?

“Yeah, I’d do it again. I’m not very good at taking my own cum, wish I was like you that way.”

“So what now?” I asked.

“We swapping places?”

“Sure, but just wank me off if you want, I don’t mind.”

I sort of nodded, I genuinely had not made my mind up as to what I would do. I sort of wanted to suck Phil, nice enough cock of course, but there was some pressure, he having done what he did to me and I enjoyed the sucking a lot. But having him spunk in my mouth? Swallowing his load? Then another thought occurred to me. I expect my girlfriends to suck my cock and to eventually swallow my cum, at least I hope they would, but I’ve never experienced it, to know how it actually feels to suck on a bell end, to have it pushing down my throat, probably making me gag to begin with. Then having that cock cum, I make a good load, especially if I’ve not cum for a day or so. I shoot quite well too, so it’s coming out of my cock with a bit of force, they would have to control it or risk coughing if it went down the wrong way with the probability of biting the cock head – ouch. Not as simple as it sounds.

I made my mind up.

“I’m going to suck you off too, swallow as well, ready?”

 

[freakyretro69]

Nice way to start off my lazy Saturday morning. Looking forward to the next part.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 4 I've finally done it!​

“Oh, well, cheers, thanks. Yeah, don’t forget, you can touch me anywhere too, even give my balls some pressure if you want, you like it so I’ll try it too.” With that Phillip waved his erect cock as if handing over a relay baton.

“Can you stand up for me, so I can kneel down and take you that way?” I asked.

Phillip stood, his legs parted just wide enough so his balls almost filled the space between them but hung freely, his cock, stiff of course, its foreskin retracted and a trace of wetness over his glans originating at his hole. I was ready for this, I now wanted to suck my first cock off. But first I must give Phillip a good time, for him to enjoy what I was about to perform on him.

With my own penis now soft but still full and hanging heavily I knelt in front of Phillip, his hands were on his own bum and his cock pointing towards me. I moved myself into position, took hold of his shaft in my left hand and bought my head towards his glans opening my lips as I did and began to suck my first cock. I extended my tongue first, seeking any pre cum for another taste of Phillip, not much yet, so I licked around his rim and bell end, he tasted nice, a definite taste that was new to me and I desired more of it. I then licked the underside of his helmet, that sensitive ridge of skin, flicking at it, tonguing along its length and finally taking the whole of his cock head into my mouth and began to suck him properly. I could make out the sounds of a long sigh.

It was then that I felt Phillip touch my head, just lightly, as if patting me for good behaviour. I sort of began to hope he would somehow encourage me, maybe pull me on to him, I sort of wanted to be used like that, for my first penis to be pushed into my throat, to test my reactions to it, to see if I was a proper cocksucker.

Me, Paul, a cocksucker. A few months back I was a virgin, then I began fucking girls, now I've been wanking a guy and preparing to suck him off and then to swallow his sperm. How the fuck did I get here?

My left hand copied Phillip, that is I slowly moved it up and down, bringing his foreskin up to my mouth, then pulling it away again, exposing that area of really sensitive cock just below his rim as I stretched his skin to no more than a slight crease around his shaft. My right hand had taken hold of his balls now, at first just lightly, brushing over the ends of the hairs that covered his sac, but I wanted to feel more of the two objects hanging in there, to arouse them as Phillip had done to mine, so I gripped him around his scrotum just below his penis, the crinkly skin of his ball sac securing his testes stretching as my thumb and forefinger closed around him. I thought I heard a soft groan, his fingers massaged my hair as my lips worshiped his cock.

“Paul, that’s great, keep doing that.” Phil said as my head began to move easily on his shaft as I took more and more of him, I also speeded up a little now I was more confident in my action and also by his obvious pleasure in my cock sucking.

I was now pulling quite firmly on his bollocks, my hand matching my head movements with the tugs I was applying between his parted legs, it was something I really liked done to me so I hoped Phillip was enjoying it too.

I also was conscious now of two hands on my head, following my movement but not yet guiding or pressing me to take more length, hopefully that would soon come I thought. Meanwhile my left hand had left Phillip’s cock and had begun to stroke his thigh, moving inwards each stroke it made. My grip on his balls now pulled them to his right side, exposing the area between his legs so my hand could reach there, there being the area behind his testicles, where Phil had touched me, an area I considered even more intimate than the end of a penis, one that led to his arsehole, his arsehole I now wanted to touch.

I sensed Phil open his legs wider at my first touch, clear encouragement for me, his hole certainly wasn’t barred. I knew the pleasure of my own by now, not sure if Phillip did. As I used my fingers to stoke along his perineum I felt him begin to actually guide my head, to control the movement, the amount of cock I took. I wanted that, to be used, forced to take cock, to be face fucked.

Phillip’s bell end was now hitting the back of my throat each time he pulled me to him, his hands were also moving my head faster now, his own hips began to carefully thrust forward too, I liked that. My fingers by now had gone well past his ball sac, following his seam and reaching for his anus. His hair there was thicker than mine, denser, but I easily felt his pucker with my fingertips.

Phil then suddenly jerked my head forward onto his cock, his glans entered my throat, I gagged. Not much, but he then released my head, letting me recover but then pulled me onto him again, his knob entering my throat briefly before withdrawing into my mouth. I yanked down on his bollocks and squeezed, then pushed my finger right onto his anus, curling it round a little to get him right in the centre of his arsehole. I knew he was too dry to penetrate but I continued to push at his opening as his hands pulled my face more and more to his groin. It was at that point I let go of his balls, letting them hang free, I put my hand to good use, gripping his right bum cheek and pulling it away so my other hand was freer to work on his anus.

I gaged a few more times, but began to get used to the solid penis entering my throat every few seconds, I could even feel the hairs of his scrotum on my chin so I must be taking most of his length by now. Then one hand left my head, I couldn’t tell where it had gone at first but I soon found out.

A wet finger joined mine at his bum, I felt it spread what could only be saliva around his hole, vanish briefly then returned wet gain, fresh saliva was deposited several times until two hands returned to my head, at which point I knew my instructions. I wiped my finger around his wet hole then pushed my finger into Phillip. A gasp, not sure of pain or pleasure but no pulling away which I took for a good sign. He was tight, the spit not quite adequate to lubricate his anus but I had managed to get just inside him, probably no more than halfway along my second finger joint, I then tried to move my finger in and out, I could a little, but it was more a poke than a finger fuck.

Phillip suddenly gasped “Fuck, Paul, oh God, fuck….I’m cumming!”

I felt his cock pull back slightly, I wasn’t sure whether that was Phillip or me doing that, but his cock head had definitely left my throat and was somewhere in my mouth, on my tongue.

The first hot spurt hit the back of my mouth, more and more warm salty spunk then began to pulse into my mouth, I swallowed, I had to, but more replaced it as Phillip’s orgasm progressed, his cries clearly audible to me. Cumming may only last for a few seconds but to be able to feel each shot of spunk as it left his penis was amazing. I tried to hold as much as I could in my mouth but had to sort of half swallow again, Phillip’s semen had a definite taste, of course quite similar to my own spunk, but more exciting as it was another person’s ejaculation filling me. Like me spunking deep in a pussy.

My finger remained just inside Phil’s anus but was now still, his penis moved gently between my lips, his erection softening, my own head still as his hips too steadied. I pulled off him, looked up and opened my mouth, a fine trail of sperm and saliva connected us.

“Fuck! I can see my spunk in there,” he said, “you OK?”

 

[freakyretro69]

fantastically written.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 5 I've finally done it!​

I raised myself up, my finger leaving his anus and standing in front of him, opened my mouth again, showed him his sperm, then swallowed. Then I opened my empty mouth. I could taste semen on the back of my throat, a residual tang of spunk still in my mouth, I liked it.

“Thanks, yes, OK, wow, that was good, never, ever though I could do something like that but, yeah. How was it for you? Massive load.”

“Fucking awesome, thanks, loved that finger up my bum, I should’ve had some of that lotion handy so you could properly finger me. Still nice, finally bought me off that did, that and you pulling on my bollocks earlier.”

I smiled, looked down at his cock and mine, we were both soft now, our knobs just visible under our still damp foreskins, our balls hanging freely beneath.

“Maybe I could finger your bum some time.”

“Yeah, I can show you how to, well, get ready, make sure we’re clean inside.”

“Oh, you know about that sort of thing then?”

“Linda, the older woman, she showed me so she could play with my arse, easy enough. She used to get ready for me fucking her bum, wish I could get Denise into that, she might, but I don’t want to lose her over it.”

I checked my watch.

“Look, I need to get going,”

We began to dress, chatting as we did, mostly about the upcoming weekend.

“Paul, we OK about this? I didn’t want to go too far but I sort of got carried away, bit more than just a mutual wank, eh?”

“Sure, yeah, never thought we’d do anything like that, I’d do it again though, how about you?”

“Oh, great, yes, me too, sucking you off was, well, amazing, I didn’t realise how much cum there is when it’s in your mouth, I usually I see it over my belly or over a girl’s tits. Definitely going to have to try swallowing my own now.”

I left Phillip’s place, my head spinning, delighted with my new sexual experiences, I had wanked another cock, sucked that cock off, swallowed everything that came out of it and even had my finger up a guy’s anus. I knew me and Phil would suck each other off again now, hopefully many more times, no girlfriend could offer that sort of experience.


My nineteen birthday had just pasted, Denise and I went to a local Chinese restaurant and sort of celebrated with a bottle of Blue Nun. One funny thing happened though. Denise had been to the restaurant before and suggested I had the squid with chilli, so I did. It was Ok I guess, but some of it was quite chewy, Denise tied some and agreed it should be softer. Anyway, when the waiter came round asking about our food I said the squid was rubbery. He responded by beaming and thanking me for the compliment about the food. How odd I thought until it dawned on me that his English was probably not that good.

I was still awaiting the right moment to approach Denise about bums, as in touching each other there. I’d managed to get very close to her hole a few times as we made love, but apart from the time early on when I’d touched her there, no actual anal contact had occurred. I’d often exposed myself to her when we were on the bed, letting her see me between the legs from the rear, maybe my hanging balls were of more interest than the more hairy area behind them. It was that very thought that gave me an idea. Denise was smooth around her pussy, she certainly looked good everywhere between her legs with her arsehole nicely presented to me when I fucked her doggy style or she rode me whilst facing away from me.

My thoughts also went to Phillip’s bum hole, one I now touched and probed when we met up for wanking sessions, he had even more hair there than I did and it did look dark there and, in my opinion, less attractive that a girl’s anus with little or no hair there, so maybe I should trim or shave mine too. Would that appeal more to Denise? Or to Phillip for that matter.

I decided to have a go, so with a good squirt of shaving foam in my fingers I reached around and lathered up my crack and arsehole. I must admit to being very nervous, I certainly didn’t want any blood, any accidents, so took my time, making small strokes outwards with the razor and trying to avoid any actual contact with my anus itself. I soon became more confident and when I sponged away the last of the foam and bent over to look at myself in the mirror I was quite pleased with the sight. My actual bum, my bottom was naturally smooth anyway so it was just my crack that had needed attention, that now looked hairless, my pucker much easier to see and hopefully more attractive to touch.

I decided that Phil was to be the first judge as we were planning to have a wank that afternoon after classes over the latest hard core porn mag he had bought the day before. Some great cocks on display he had already told me, fewer were shown already inside the girl’s cunts he had said, so more bell ends and lengths to look at.

We drove back to his home as usual, I was just about hard thinking about the session to come as we arrived.

“Phil, I’ve shaved my bum this morning,” I finally managed to say as we made our way to his bedroom. “I’m still trying to get Denise to play with me there so I thought it might look better without all that hair, you know, around it.”

“I always thought you weren’t that hairy there, at least compared to me and the odd photo in the magazine where you can see the guy from behind.”

“I know, but thought I’d try it, Denise’s bum looks good smooth, so thought I’d see how it goes with her.”

As usual we striped off together, both cocks eager for wanking off, probably a suck too now we did that.

“OK, let’s see,” Phillip asked as I threw my pants onto a chair, “bend over.”

I did as instructed, leaning onto Phil’s bed, spreading my legs so he could see clearly between them. I looked at his bed covers, it felt like some sort of medical examination was about to happen. Instead I felt my bum cheeks held, then parted.

“Oh, nice, you look just like a girl, fuckable.”

“Really? You would fuck a guy’s hole if he was smooth like a girls?”

“Well, maybe, not saying I actually would, but it’s a hole to fuck, would feel the same anyway. Wouldn’t have to be smooth either.”

I said nothing then but he clearly had thoughts that way, I could sort of understand that, anal with Linda had felt good, the tightness of her rear hole and it gripping my cock whilst I fucked her.

Phillip let go my left cheek, his right pulled harder to keep me open, then I felt his finger touch me there, stroking around my anus and fuck, it felt good. It’s exactly what I wanted Denise to start doing.

Phillip stroked my hole a little longer then grabbed me by the dangling bollocks, jerked down and squeezed me. I moaned with pleasure.

“OK, we wanking?”

Phil had stood back, my balls again free, I too raised myself off the bed and turned to face Phil, he was obviously fully hard, his foreskin was back revealing the shine of his knob.

“Fancy a suck?” he asked.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 6 I've finally done it!​

I didn’t need to give an answer, no point really, I just dropped to my knees and moved my mouth to his cock, no hands needed. He was wet of course, his hole leaking, I could taste it as I used my mouth on him, taking his length now with hardly a gag. Hands took my head and pulled me lightly onto him, I liked him taking control of me, forcing his knob down my throat. I knew I wouldn’t suck him off right then, just warm him up, so to speak as we both had some wanking to do.

I let his bell end slip from my lips, a fine trail of saliva and pre cum connected us momentarily. I looked up at Phillip and he offered me a hand to stand up again, I pinched both his nipples in a show of appreciation and he smiled as I did.

We soon settled down to look through the magazine, Phillip was right, more lengths and bell ends on show this time, some really good cum shots too with the guys captured mid-shot as their spunk streaked through the air heading for a girl’s face or tits. Lucky girls I said to Phillip.

“You fancy that? A guys wanking over your face?”

“Er, well, I think so, what about you?” I responded.

“Why not, I’ve wanked over girl’s faces before, it’s a great sight, seeing your spunk as it lands and how they react. One girl I knew loved it and would have her mouth open to catch any, another kept her mouth and eyes tight shut. Oh, that’s one thing, try and not get it in the eyes, it really stings, the one who had her mouth open had some land in her eye and that really screwed the next times.”

I took note. About the open mouth too.

As the pages turned we both commented on the cocks, their size naturally, but then in more detail, the shape of the guy’s glans, their overall size with respect to their shaft girth, their balls – size, hang, hairiness, even if they looked the same size or hung evenly.

During this time our hands slowly stroked our cocks and felt our balls, I would drop my balls and stroke a nipple occasionally.

Pussy was still a huge interest to us both of course and we both would point out a girl that had the sort of pussy each of us preferred. Having said that, pussy is pussy and neither of us would have turned one away, hairy, smooth, large flaps, no lips, etc. Both of us loved seeing the guys with their huge cocks up those pussies and occasionally, bums. One set of photos featured a girl with both her holes with cocks in them at the same time, now which did interest us. We just needed to find the right girl was our conclusion

Finally the last page and the desperately needed wank off arrived. Phil wanted to save this magazine, too precious to stick the pages together, at least for now was his view and I agreed.

“Facial?” Phillip suddenly asked me.

“What, cum off over each other’s face?”

“Why not, it’s just cum. Keep your eyes closed or at least ready to if you see some spunk heading for them.”

“Mouths?”

“Paul, you have to ask?”

I laughed, “OK, you’re right, it’ll be fun.”

“Right, you can go first if you like, how do you want me?” he said.

I sort of looked around, thinking of the best position for Phil’s face and my cock. Then I considered how I would normally shoot too, usually four or five good heavy ropes capable of hitting my upper chest followed by some lesser, thinner cum, that would go a foot or so then finally the remains of my orgasm just a dribble from my hole.

“How about with you kneeling with me standing in front, that’s about the right height, what you think?”

“Yeah, you aim at my mouth then. So, we can have two rules, mouth open and any spunk that goes in the mouth we have to swallow. Reasonable?”

“Sure. Rule two?”

“Oh, yeah. Rule two is any spunk on your face has to be wiped into your mouth and swallowed too.”

I grinned.

Now this was going to be fun I thought, new too as we hadn’t done this before. Looking at Phil’s cock as he masturbated with it pointing straight at me sounded so horny too, I loved to watch my own cock when I wank with my feet over my head, I’m focused on my slit and just waiting till I orgasm and it ejects my spunk towards my mouth.

Phillip knelt as suggested, his own penis still rock hard with the anticipation of my ejaculation over his face. He looked up to me as I stood in front of him, I was probably no more than a foot from his face, that is the end of my cock was about a foot from him.

I took hold of my shaft and my free left hand went towards my balls, cupping them then fondling them as my other hand began to move. I watched Phillip’s face intently, I wondered if I would have to tell him when to open his mouth or would he just know, or even tease me with it.

I masturbated, a steady rhythm established, I wouldn’t take too long, the combination of the men and girls in the pictures, my hand stroking myself as we studied and of course now my friends face looking up at me in anticipation of me spunking over him.

Phil licked his lips and then opened his mouth wide, his tongue then pushed out and he wriggled it, as if working a clit. Not much longer I thought, probably twenty seconds I was that close, my balls must be about to rise….

“Yeah, yeah, I’m cumming…. Aaaahhh, aaahhh…”

I tried to focus, to keep my aim on Phil’s mouth or at least his face. I still wanked as the first pulse of spunk shot, then my second, third, fourth. My hips had pressed forwards so by now my cock was almost touching Phillip’s face, which was handy as my final ejaculations still managed to reach him.

I stopped masturbating, now spent and looked down, Phillip had streaks of my semen across his cheeks, some on his nose and… oh, yes, in his mouth as he parted his lips to show my cum on his tongue and then even more appeared as he pushed spunk towards his lips for me to see.

I thought he would have swallowed already but no, so I too dropped to my knees and reaching out, wiped a streak of cum from his cheek and put my finger in his mouth. Phil sucked it clean, so I did the same with another streak until all traces of my cum had been consumed.

He swallowed. And again. There was no suggestion he didn’t like the taste in his mouth, by his expression of delight he clearly was extremely happy to have taken my load. His open mouth showed me he had obeyed the rules too. It was now my turn to obey.

Both of us now standing, me with my softening penis, Phil with his very hard erection, we sought confirmations. I had to ask first, only right.

“You OK with that, I mean you took virtually all of my load?”

“Yeah, of course, loved seeing you aim at me, I always think cocks do look good as they cum, but right into your face, awesome! Good aiming too, hope I’m as good.”

“My cum, did it taste OK?” I asked, hoping Phillip was indeed happy to have my load in his mouth.

“Yes, its fine and I’m so used to it by now. Anyway, it’s your turn. Get into position, I really need to cum myself now, any longer and I’ll be getting blue balls.”

We both laughed.

So, I knelt with my face looking up towards Phillip, he pointed his knob directly at me and began to rub himself. I focused on the small slit in the end of his cock, it always amazed me how such huge wads of spunk could come from so small a hole, but I guess that the pressure that propels it out was a key factor too.

I began counting his strokes but after about forty I gave up and just stared at his glans and hole even harder, every second or so his foreskin pushed up over his rim and partially covered his shiny helmet with its moist slit.

I listened for Phillip’s breathing, glanced down at his testicles to see if they were pulling up yet, awaiting signs of my impending facial.

Phil began to moan, his hand slowed fractionally, taking aim I assumed. My mouth was wide open now, like at the dentist, my tongue extended, ready for and craving the taste of his sperm.

A grunt and the first hot streak of cum hit my face, then a second, the third entered my mouth hitting my tongue a bit further back. I wanted more, I could taste spunk now, warm, salty, slightly bitter. More arrived as another load hit my upper front teeth only to be rapidly licked and sucked inside. I must have taken five good shots right into my mouth, there was certainly plenty of cum to slurp about, that’s before I wiped any of his load from around my face into my mouth.

I held his semen for as long as I could, swishing it around my mouth as I often did with my own cum. Then I swallowed, opened my mouth as Phil had done and grinned up at him.

The whole experience I enjoyed. Really enjoyed.

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Denise and I now had fairly regular sex, we occasionally went back to my place when free in the afternoon, pillow girl had become redundant, at least for now as I had the real thing, a warm pussy and real tits but best of all was a head. I know that might sound daft, but fucking a headless torso, whilst physically reasonably satisfying, was really just masturbation.

Our activities in the car at night had settled on mutual wanking – I was now pretty skilled with Denise’s clit and few sexy words in her ear and as I rubbed away between her legs I soon had her crying out and squirming in her seat. I would lick my fingers whist she pulled her pants and jeans back up, just savouring her taste.

As for me, well, pretty simple really, I liked being sucked off best of course, but having my cock stroked and made to spurt was OK too. I had taken to keeping a box of tissues on the back parcel shelf, not sure my mum believed me when I said Denise sometimes had sneezing fits and often found herself without tissues.

Some evenings we went back to her parents’ house, usually after returning from the pub, but sometimes just to listen to music on her record player, she had a portable in her room. We never had full sex then, she was concerned her parents would hear as her bed did creak a bit, but they never came in to her room. She told me that when she had her first few boyfriends round she had to keep her door just open and her mother would occasionally knock and offer coffee or something as an excuse. That had since stopped but she was still a bit nervous in case she did appear. So, what we could do physically was pretty much the same as in the car, just more comfortable.

It was one Tuesday night, we played some records and sat on her bed. Denise had already taken off her bra just after I arrived, I loved to see those pert tits, the way they stood and out topped with her perfect nipples. Alas, she put on a tee shirt but at least they were easy to feel, the softness of them and ease of access to those nipples if I slid my hand up her top.

After a short time Denise moved so she sat behind me, her legs stretched out either side of me, she rested her chin on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me, the music played, we just enjoyed the touch of each other.

I had on a dark blue sort of knitted top, I quite liked it, a good fit too, fairly hugging across my chest so it was not long before Denise’s finger had located my nipples and began gently stroking them. I felt kisses on my cheek as she snuggled close to me, her breasts pressed into my back, I could make out the two points of pressure there. Unsurprisingly all this had made me aroused, my jeans bulged with those frequent surges of erection us guys experience, but much better than when it happens on the train or bus and it’s a struggle to hide it sometimes.

Denise made comments on the music as we listened, the new David Bowie album Heroes, whilst maintaining her attention on my chest. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my cock straining now more frequently as it pushed hard against my fly. I really wanted to get it out and wank it or have Denise bring me off with her hand, but she had a strict rule, no cock, tits or pussy out before her parents had gone to bed which was usually about ten thirty and then when all had gone quiet it was allowed to unzip or pull tops off.

Bowie was put on again, we kissed, felt each other through clothes, both our pants and panties must have been soaked at the front, they usually were by now with the prolonged period of frustrated arousal we endured.

Finally we heard her parents go to their bedroom and the bathroom. Then as it went quiet the snogging became more passionate, hands found bums, tits and crotches.

“OK, we can have some quiet fun now,” Denise finally said, “God, I’m so horny, I need bringing off, you too judging by your jeans.”

“Yeah, my cock actually feels wet I’ve been hard so long,” I said as Denise pulled her T-shirt up and off revealing her tits, her nipples looked dark red and more swollen than usual, more signs our frustrated young bodies needed release.

“Right, let’s get these down,” Denise said quietly as she began to unfasten my belt, top button and then pulled on my fly zip, the strain in my jeans due to my penis making it harder to pull the zip fully down. “And these.” My undies followed, a dark patch had indeed formed where the tip of my cock had strained against the fabric for so long.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 7 I've finally done it!​

I was about to reach down and peel my foreskin back as I usually did but Denise stopped me, taking hold of my hand and placing it on my right hip.

“Let me do this,” she said and with that she knelt in front of me and without using her hands opened her mouth and leaned forward to take my cock to her mouth, my foreskin still all wrinkled over the end of my glans and glistening with pre cum.

Looking down I could see her lips close in on the soft skin of my penis just behind where my bell end was, with some light pressure from her lips she then pushed on down my shaft taking my foreskin with it, thus finally exposing my knob inside her mouth and with it my wetness.

Two hands reached for my buttocks and drew me to her face, my own hips responded by moving forward and my cock slid effortlessly down and into her throat, an action that began to be repeated with increasing frequency and force too. My balls, still warm from my jeans, now hung quite low and began to slap her chin each time I was pulled forward.

I knew I couldn’t last long, not with the hour or so of build up to this point, Denise had clearly set her mind on me cumming in her mouth so there would be no evidence of my semen to be found by her mother when she cleaned the room.

I don’t think my girlfriend would have heard me even if I’d said that I was about to ejaculate, and ejaculate I did. I could really feel the back of her throat on my cock head each time I was pulled hard into her mouth and that triggered my orgasm. It felt so good as I pulsed my cum, the throbbing under my testicles being particularly intense each time I contracted there at orgasm.

My spunking eventually subsided, I felt myself loose some stiffness, but, fuck, was my end sensitive now, as Denise still pulled my cock in and out of her mouth. I needed her to stop, to relieve me, relieve my cock of too much pleasure, more than I could actually stand. Finally I griped her head, she became still, I fell from her lips as she looked up at me and opened her mouth. Nothing there, either she had swallowed the lot or I had actually shot it down her throat, something that had never happened before.

Denise clambered upright, pulled my top up and off and then kissed me. I couldn’t taste semen, but I had to ask.

“Did you swallow or did it just go down?”

“Down, I just kept swallowing anyway but didn’t taste your cum, too far back I assume, but how did it feel?”

“Wow, that was good, I could really feel the back of your mouth and I guess throat each time you pulled me in, that’s what finally made me cum.”

“I’m pleased, always wanted to do that but chickened out before, afraid of gagging or spluttering on it or whatever, but tonight I was so turned on I just didn’t care.”

I leant in and we kissed again, for ages this time, her breasts pressed against me, reminding me, as if, that it was Denise’s turn next, my mouth to her small lips and clit, tasting how wet she would be, my cock made a slight surge even having just cum, or I certainly thought it did.

Denise broke our kiss and took off her jeans and panties, she then went to the end of her bed, sat and lay back, opening her thighs wide as she did so. I looked at her hairless vulva, her tiny lips had parted revealing the inner pinkness of her vagina, all wet and shiny and her clit peeked out from its hood, demanding attention from me.

“Paul, I wish you were about to get your cock in me, but I need bringing off right now.”

I knelt, as I did Denise reached out and grabbed both her thighs and pulled them back towards her chest, opening herself to me even more, allowing more of the aroma of a completely aroused woman to reach my nostrils. I went down on her, my mouth pushing right onto her pussy, my tongue entering her then running all the way up to her clit, then again and again until Denise began to react, to moan quietly, make slight wriggles with her bum. The taste of her was the best thing ever, that slight metallic twang of her juices was having its effect on my penis already as it began to feel heavier and began to lift itself up off my balls.

I then used two fingers of my right hand to begin fingering her inside, pushing gradually deeper with each, well, finger fuck I suppose. Two soon became three fingers, a slow movement became a faster and faster one until my hand was hammering into her as my tongue worked on her clitoris. More moans emerged, not loud of course, more suppressed than anything. Denise was close to her orgasm, I could tell, all the signs were there.

I’m not sure what happened next, my fingers briefly withdrew from her vagina as I continued to slurp on her clit, both fingers generously coated in her juices of course, as was her short perineum between her vagina and anus. But it happened. I pushed my index finger to her hole, the small tight one, I could see it briefly when I came up for air from her clit, one moment tight and wet, the next opening to accept my finger. I pushed slowly, I knew it had to be slowly, both to ease penetration and to allow for any rejection of my anal probing. Nothing happened to prevent me going in further. My thumb was positioned to enter her vagina, wet open lips invited me to push there and it slipped inside without resistance. I could feel my finger inside her tight bum hole, I started to finger fuck her very slowly and could feel the movement on my thumb through her interior walls. For some reason I then pressed my thumb and forefinger together and sort of rubbed them as they both now finger fucked in unison. I was back at her clit with my mouth, tonguing rapidly over her tip. I had no idea how she would react to my administrations.

Denise came. Her body tensed, stiffened, she couldn’t cry out as she often did, just a heavily stifled moan as she gripped my head and pushed it way, relieving her clit of stimulation, my fingers still moving inside her for a few moments longer.

I watched her as she lay back on her bed almost gasping for air, her body twitched now and then. I stared between her still spread legs, not quite sure what I had done, concerned she might have some sort of fit with me.

As we both came down from the sexual excitement, I expected Denise to say something about me fingering her in the bum hole, after all I had my finger pretty well up inside her, certainly in past her anus and rubbing it against her pussy wall too.

But nothing except a huge hug and kisses, in fact we kissed for what seemed ages, long enough for my best friend to properly awaken again and stand upright.

However, it was late and I needed to go home, so no more fooling around.

As I lay in bed that night I wondered why Denise had said nothing, she certainly did the very first time and that was only just brushing her pucker, something that could have happened accidently during sexual activity. I was hard of course, but decided to sleep.



The next time I met up with Phillip at college he told me he had started going out with a new girl, Karen, he had met her through a visit to one of his father’s customers where she worked. He said she kept watching him as he spent an afternoon helping with some office installation work until finally he went over and they began to chat. Phil said she was clearly interested so he asked her out, she said yes. That was a week ago and he had met her a couple of times since.

To my enquiry about any physical intimacy so far he just laughed and said that I know what he’s like. Not much information I thought, so I asked what she looked like. So, she is 20, works in the sales department of the business, average height, pretty good body – which for Phillip usually means largish tits, long dark blond hair, blue eyes. Then he added – cock sucking lips. Now, did that mean she’d already gone down on Phillip?

Phil did add that perhaps in a while, if all goes well between them we could go out as a four-some, I said that would be great, hoping Denise would agree, but I was sure she would.



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Denise had come back home with me one afternoon, that gave us two to three hours alone together, plenty of time for full sex and either more intercourse or oral or whatever we fancied.

As it turned out once we had had sex Denise asked me to masturbate for her, as if I was just home alone, having told her about what I do or at least did before we met (I still do, of course). Having only just cum inside her about half an hour earlier I asked if she would have her legs open for me and be topless, she said no, just wank yourself off whilst I watch you.

I’m not sure if she was being difficult but she actually began dressing.

“Oh, please,” I asked, “just tits then, to get me off.”

“Paul, just wank will you, I want to watch you bring yourself off, now please get hard and rub it.”

“OK, OK.” I responded. S

Denise went over and sat on a chair in the corner of my room, one I usually threw my clothes on, they were now on the end of my bed.

“Standing or lying down? I asked.

“So, if I wasn’t here and you wanted to wank off what would you do?”

 

[freakyretro69]

Very nice!

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 8 I've finally done it!​

“Probably standing, I often think my orgasms are more intense if I stand.”

“OK, standing, what do you do about your spunk?”

“Usually hold my hand in front of my cock to catch it, any bits that miss get lost on the carpet. Probably loads on it by now.” I said laughing.

Denise smiled and gestured with her hand for me to begin masturbating.

My penis was about half and half, it stood out from my groin, but more of a hang than sticking out. My right hand gripped my shaft lightly and moved towards my pubes, exposing my glans for Denise who nodded her appreciation, whether that was for my bell end or the fact I had actually commenced wanking, I’m not sure. Still, my hand had begun the familiar up and down action and my cock responded accordingly by becoming rigid and shortly after a little moist at the hole.

After about a minute or so of wanking my full focus had transferred to my cock, my eyes now focused fully on my knob and hand, Denise forgotten almost. My left hand did what it usually did, it cupped my balls, allowing each testicle the pleasure, well for me it is, of receiving the full force of my downwards stroke about twice a second.

My eyes now closed, my wanking became faster and faster, I could almost feel the concentration in my face as I stroked myself towards ejaculation. I soon began to sense I was approaching cumming, but still needed to cross that boundary to when I knew I would cum. If Denise had spoken aloud to me, encouraged me then I would come off, no doubt.

Still I kept on wanking, full speed now, I moved my left hand from cupping my balls and began to hover it in front of my penis ready for my load, my now loose testicles slapped up and down between my legs, I could hear the sound they made and of course could feel them each stroke, that sound and the sensation of their weight took me nearer too. Then the slapping stopped, my balls rose rapidly up each side of my shaft, tight, ready.

Yes! That’s it, I’m cumming. I knew I was about to ejaculate, my hand awaited my semen. I’m sure Denise knew I was about to cum but I told her anyway, just in case she missed my first shots.

“Yes, I’m cumming, aaahhh, aaaagghh….”

My cock pulsed, I kept up the wanking, spunk initially missed my left hand but my second shot was held and so were the rest as my palm filled with warm white fluids, not as much as usual, most of today’s load was still up inside Denise.

I had virtually forgotten about Denise watching me until I finally opened my eyes to see her there right next to me. The next thing I knew was her hand taking mine and guiding it to her mouth where she lapped up my slightly thinner than usual semen, making sure to lick my palm and fingers clean.

The next thing I knew was a mouth on mine, kissing me. I opened my mouth as I always did and I guess, welcomed a now familiar taste.

We stayed kissing for a while, the taste of my sperm shared between us, each having to swallow small amounts as our mouth naturally watered. Eventually we broke, the vast majority of my cum load now digested between us.

“Paul, loved watching you, there’s something about watching a man cum, more dramatic than when I wank off, nothing to see when I cum, noisy mostly.”

I laughed, “Yeah, you can be loud at times, so your turn?”

“OK, you want to watch me, wank me or lick me?”

“All three. Joking, don’t mind.”

Denise decided she would reciprocate, stripping naked again she lay on my bed, and began to work her pussy with increasing attention on her clitoris and also her nipples.

Five minutes later Denise orgasmed, she had taken her time, built her orgasm up slowly, edging I guess it was, then she took herself over the edge. I was close in by then, watching her fingers work her clit, her own eyes had been closed too as she approached her orgasm, I could smell her pussy, wet, really wet, it had providing the essential lube for her fingers as they rubbed back and forth over her clit and flaps.

As she began to recover I closed in and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, the faintest taste of sperm remaining, probably on her lips as we kissed. I ran my fingers between her still open legs, from her wet virginal entrance up her vulva, over her pee hole and then delicately around and over her clit. She flinched as I did that, her body there still extremely sensitive following her orgasm.

“Paul, it’s too much there right now, I like what you do but you’ll just have to give me a bit longer.”

I pulled away acknowledging her body, like the end of my penis, needed to time to recover.

As we both dressed Denise turned to me and said “I thought you might touch my bum again, you know, like you did last time we were at my place.”

“Oh, right, well, I suppose I wasn’t sure how you were with that, you didn’t say anything.”

“It was nice, different, never had that done before though, I’ve been touched there, one boyfriend would also lick me there as well as my pussy sometimes, but not anything inside. It didn’t hurt or anything, I assume you know how to do it right.”

“Well, as long as it was nice, I assumed it would be…..”

“You’ve done it before then?”

“Er, yes, a bit, not much, I mean, I’ve not actually done the thing rubbing my fingers through a pussy and… er… bum before, that just sort of happened.”

“I suppose the only thing that bothered me was, well……”

“I know what you mean, yes, but it was OK. I do know about how to be sure though, you know, it’s…. well… clean.”

“Will you tell me? I’d like to try it again.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, no problem, I can do it as well.”

“You want your bum, well, felt too? Inside?”

“Well, it is nice….”

“You’ve had it done?”

“Yeah, fingers, toys, well a toy.”

“And you like it too?”

“Yes, men have a part up there, prostate, pressing it feel nice, makes me want to pee though, but I don’t of course. I’m informed most of a guy’s cum is made there.”

“Oh, so when we doing this, I mean the making sure bit?”

“Have to tell you later, sis will be home soon, I better tidy then we can use the dining table to look like we’ve been studying then once mum gets back with the car I can get you home.”

“OK, but I want to know, if I get a finger up my bum then you are too. OK?”

“Yeah, definitely want that.”

We left it at that, at least for the present and were soon looking like students as we read our text books and made notes.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 9 I've finally done it!​

In the car on the way back to Denise’s home the subject of touching her bum arose again. Denise was clearly interested, my finger must have felt good or at least had potential for more fun. I told her about the douche kit I had used, how it belonged to a friend and she seemed genuinely fascinated by the whole thing, asking lots of quite intimate details of me, some of which I admit I was a bit embarrassed to talk about. In the end I suggested that one weekend we visit the nearest city and find a sex shop and get one or even one each. Denise agreed.

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Having arrived at the shop we looked about, amazed at the sort of things there were. Denise pointed out some massive cock shaped didoes and vibrators, some with two heads and we tried to guess how it all worked and where things went. We looked at cock rings and things called butt plugs which we soon realised were to push up bums too.

At the counter the man, who was probably about 30, looked at us, it was adults only of course but he never said anything even though we were both over 18. Once he saw what we were purchasing he did suggest that some lubricant might come in handy, so we bought a small bottle for what seemed a lot of money. I wasn’t about to discuss our sex play with him but he kept looking at Denise and smiling at me, knowing it would be my cock heading up her anus pretty soon having purchased what we had. Maybe he fancied her himself, probably did. Maybe he fancied me! Having his cock up my arse hole!

Once outside I said to Denise that he’s probably in the back now having a wank at the thought of us. She playfully slapped my bum and we headed off back to the car.

We were soon both practicing with our douche kits when possible, I offered advice where I could, not that we were together doing it.

The suggestion of me putting my cock in her bum never actually came up. I had already wanked off at the thought of my cock fucking her in her arse, her cunt open and her fingers frigging her clit off at the same time, what a sight that would be. Somehow I would have to work it in to either our conversations or maybe easier, just present my cock to her arsehole during sex and see how she reacts, Tricky, I thought, to get this just right. I might need some lube too if her pussy wasn’t providing enough (unlikely). Then of course there was the douching thing, would she actually get herself in the position of being ready for me there?

Then we had another opportunity to have some time alone together. Her parents had gone away for the weekend visiting her granny, so plenty of time to experiment I thought. In addition, and this was a major for me, I had told my mum that I had been invited to stay over at Denise’s home for the weekend, Friday and Saturday nights, so I would sleep with a girl for the very first time – that bit I didn’t mention - and spend the whole night together in her bed. I had high hopes of lots of sex over the weekend. My mum even gave me an extra £5 for spending money.

I arrived at Denise’s place early Friday evening with my weekend bag, her parents having left after lunchtime, they had also given her £10. Knowing in advance that my body may, with a bit of luck, be pushed to its limits in satisfying my girlfriends carnal desires I abstained from masturbation for a couple of days before, even turning down the offer of a blow job in the car on Wednesday night. I was pleased with my self-discipline, not usually my strongest characteristic, at least where my cock is concerned. So, armed with both balls fully loaded with fresh sperm I unpacked and made sure Denise saw my douche bulb, but she didn’t offer any comment, at least right then. Hopefully she was expecting some exploration later.

Within minutes we had both stripped off and were on her bed, me with my head between her spread legs, Denise, with my cock and sometime my balls in her mouth as we both enjoyed a sloppy 69. Not long after I was standing behind Denise, my prick hard up her pussy and my bollocks slapping her arse as I fucked her as hard and fast as I could as she liked it like that. As my sexual experience had developed over the past months I could now hold my orgasm for longer, pacing myself, slowing and speeding up, getting myself to plateau so I could just fuck and fuck without a high risk of going too far when we both still wanted more.

Denise had soon reached back and was wanking her clit with her right hand, her face side on to the bed now so I could partially watch her. I really enjoy watching my shaft as I thrust into her pussy lips, its shiny skin reaching from my balls to my bell end, lubricated by the fluids from Denise’s vagina.

After several minutes of clit stroking and rubbing Denise reached her orgasm, her cries loud in the otherwise empty house excited me as I too decided to cum. I focused on my bell end’s sensitivity and that soon had me approaching my own orgasm, those few seconds when just that finest of triggers sets off the ejaculation. It began, the pulsing under my balls, intense contractions followed with my cock head swelling almost too bursting point. I exploded, I knew that thick white streaks of semen had just shoot form my cock slit and instantly got mixed in with those juices from inside Denise as my thrusting continued as I came and cried out loudly.

I collapsed on top of Denise, my cock still deep inside her pussy but beginning to loose hardness, we were both breathing fast and deep through our exertions. Pulling myself up I reached her face, still turned to one side, and kissed her cheek before she tried to roll over. Eventually we ended facing each other, our arms reaching out to form an embrace and our naked bodies in full contact.

After several minutes enjoying each other we finally climbed off the bed, Denise suggested we get something to eat and perhaps go out for a short time later, have a couple of drinks. Now that was OK but used up valuable time together alone, but even I needed a some period of recovery, yes I could get hard again pretty quickly but I wanted to see how far we could get with other, well, ways of having sex together, shall I say.

So, less than enthusiastic about going out, but then things perked up.

“After all that sex I need another shower, you joining me?”

“Oh, well, yes, of course.”

Obviously, I’d never been in the shower or a bath with a girl before, the nearest thing was with the other lads at school, not quite the same thing.

So, still both naked we went into the bathroom, Denise’s parents had installed a separate shower a couple of years earlier, all we had is one over the bath with a horrible curtain that wrapped around you, still I preferred it to baths. One reason being that if I wanked off in the bath me spunk would float about and get in my pubes and then its hard work picking it out, at least in the shower it gets washed away straight away.

It was a tight fit but we both managed to get in, the hot water felt good, I wasn’t sure how much actual washing we would do, but so soon after our session on the bed I was happy to just be there with my naked girlfriend.

“Here, use this sponge,” Denise said passing me hers and the shower gel bottle.

“Just a quick freshen up then,” I said as I sponged under my arms and then over my chest and then went to go between my legs.

“This is nice,” Denise said as our almost touching bodies were sprayed with the hot water, “I should do that for you really, let me.”

Denise took the sponge from my hand and rubbed the sponge back over my chest, her own tits just inches away, then she went between my legs, firstly each side of my groin, then over my balls and finally up over my now rising penis, the pressure of her hand and the sponge ensuring my foreskin was taken back as she washed me.

“Turn round.”

I turned around only to feel my buttocks being sponged under the spray of hot water, the attention there somehow caused me to open my legs a bit more, not too much in the confines of the shower cubicle, but obviously sufficient for Denise to slip her hand between my cheeks and sponge my anal area, then her finger tips found my pucker and she caressed me there with light presses to the hole in the centre, all this causing my cock to be now fully hard.

I turned around, cock swinging as I did and Denise went for me there.

“Oooohhh, that’s nice,” I said as she gave my cock extra attention, “must be my turn now.”

Denise passed the sponge to me, I added more gel and began to sponge her breasts under the stream of hot water. She raised one arm then the other for me before she turned around. I let my hand drop, washing her belly, then lower still onto her pussy, gently pressing so her vulva parted and clit, pee hole and lips were washed.

Then I began to wash her buttocks, sponging each of those firm cheeks one at a time then the sponge found her cleft too, I gave her extra attention there as she had me, allowing my fingers to make intimate contact with her anus too. Even over the sound of the water I heard her soft moans, which was encouraging I thought for a guy who now desperately wanted to fuck his girl in the arse. I pressed her there, she making no attempt to move away from my attentions as my slippery finger began to probe further. I heard her giggle as my forefinger entered her bum – my other hand had located her left tit and was pulling on her nipple and giving it pinches and twists. I was probably no more than my first finger joint inside her but I was in her bum hole, that was important and she seemed happy with that so far. I didn’t want to go too far this soon.

Once out of the shower we dried off, Denise then said she needed to dry the ends of her hair and then sort her make-up out and would see me back in her bedroom in a while.

Eventually we were ready to head out, I expected to drive the just over a mile into town but Denise suggested we walk, it was a dry but cool evening and we could both have a proper drink that way.

We walked as suggested, I quite liked the pleasant walk in to town form her house. Once in the pub I, and I assume Denise, had a good time, we met some friends for a chat and after about two hours we set off back. During the evening I kept looking at Denise, she was certainly attractive and sexy, the thought of actually being naked next to her all night really made me feel like I had a proper partner now, OK, it was just a couple of nights, but a start.

We walked home, arm in arm, Denise had had quite a few drinks and was, well, shall I say, bubbly. I felt quite good too, but certainly capable of some more sexual activity, hopefully Denise would be too.

During the evening we had agreed to have a day out together on the Saturday. We would go to Derbyshire, have a walk in Dovedale, not too far, about an hour away. Have lunch in a pub somewhere.

Arriving back at her home from the pub we were alone once more so we hugged then kissed as soon as the front door closed. Nobody to prevent us from doing what we wanted to, no limits on noise or visits to the bathroom, we could be naked anywhere we wanted, I could have a hard-on too, wank even – well, just enough to keep me absolutely stiff anywhere I wanted to.

“So Paul, TV, music, bed? I need a wee though, back in a minute.”

It was 10:30 or so, not much on TV by then, we could have music anyway, so I went with the bed option, pretty tough choice I thought.

“OK, I need a pee as well, you go first.” I said as I headed to her bedroom, even on the way I could feel some excitement stirring in my jeans.

Denise returned a few minutes later, long wee I thought as I then headed for the bathroom.

I returned to find Denise still fully dressed.

“Oh,” I said, surprised, I had assumed she would have stripped off and be lying on the bed with her legs open for me.

“What’s the matter?

“Nothing,”

“Well, I’ve used mine, how about you?”

“Err?”

“I have a nice clean bottom, I thought you wanted to play with our bottoms?” she said now almost giggling, the four Cinzanos must have helped I thought.

“Oh, well, I didn’t think… but I can, hang on, five minutes.” I managed before rummaging in my bag and taking my kit with me to the bathroom.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 10 I've finally done it!​

On my return Denise had taken off her top leaving just her bra on. I’d already opened my shirt in the bathroom and hadn’t bothered to redo the buttons, so took it off, I’d pulled my pants and jeans back up though even with a fairly stiff prick.

We came together, kissed and I unfastened her bra with some precision, a new skill I had recently acquired. Our bodies pressed against each other as soon as her bra had fallen away and I could feel the soft forms of her breasts as each pressed into my chest.

“So, two fresh bottoms to play with,” Denise whispered into my ear “want to see mine?”

“Yeah, ‘course, want me to undo your jeans?”

“They won’t undo themselves.”

I laughed, stood back slightly taking in the sight of her perky tits and undid her top button as she breathed in, then I pulled her zip down and began tugging at her jeans. Denise assisted and soon she was kicking them across the floor, just her panties remained.

It was then that she suddenly turned towards the end of her bed and bent right over so her tits and face were again on the bed, her bum in the air. I approached and took hold of the sides of her panties and pulled them down over her cheeks, her crack appeared, then her arsehole and finally the lower part of her pussy with her small wet lips just visible.

I knew I had her permission, again I could push a finger inside her, both openings if I wanted to now, but for the present her pussy can wait, well expect for providing the wetness we both needed immediately.

“Be careful,” Denise said, I could tell she was still quite, well, relaxed, as I bought my hands to her bum and further spread her cheeks until they were wide open and nothing remained hidden from my view or reach “Paul, I trust you and you seem to know what you’re doing……”

“Just say if anything’s too much, yeah?”

“Yes.”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to begin, I still had my jeans on so decided to get undressed, my penis now obviously stiff, sprung free as soon as I pulled my undies down.

My hands went back to Denise, opened her up again and I looked closely at her anus - hairless, perfectly round of course, brown and then darker coloured at the centre where the ridges of flesh met. Small marks, bumps I suppose, on her skin there surrounded her opening, I’d observed similar in the porn photos. I used my index finger to stroke her there, I heard her sigh so again stoked her, then I ran my finger around and over those small bumps and the ridges of her pucker before I traced her skin down to where the opening of her vagina began. Her darker red lips, probably more engorged than usual with Denise’s current state of arousal, were slightly parted and shiny now as she became really wet. I loved the way her slim thighs allowed for a well exposed pussy with space to show her perfectly formed cunt off. My finger entered, she moaned, my finger now wet was extracted and returned higher up and I touched the centre of her anal opening.

Denise pushed back ever so slightly, as if she wanted me inside her immediately. By now I could get a whiff of her pussy, both that directly rising from her lips and also from that coating my finger, that smell caused my cock to surge upright even more firmly, my glans so shiny I thought they might split open.

One thing I keep discovering when having sex, it often, very often, takes unexpected turns. What may begin as a simple fucking session often sort of gets side-tracked, but usually in a good way. Now was going to be another such occasion.

Instead of pushing my finger into Denise’s bum hole I licked it, the taste of her slippery fluid so overwhelming me that I craved for more. I lowered myself and my mouth found the bottom part of her vulva, I pushed my tongue in and tasted her tang, I pushed further until my face was up against her body, my nose must have been pressed to her anus, but right now it was her cunt I wanted, dripping wet cunt to suck out, to fill my mouth with as I pulled her by the hips back onto me. I thought I could hear her cries now as I lapped at her interior cunt walls, sucking her juices and tonguing her wildly.

Some intense passion had overcome me, somehow my face and mouth moved upwards, my tongue pulled away from her vagina but maintained contact with her body. I licked her anus.

It was something I had never imagined doing, it seemed somehow, well, obscene almost. But here I was licking her arsehole. And I liked it, I really did. There was no unpleasant taste, just another part of her body, like her mouth, a tit or her pussy, all those had been explored, perfectly naturally for a man and a woman together, now, apart from our mouths, this was the only other common part of our anatomies. I had prepared my own arsehole for exploration by Denise, but by her fingers, never considering what else could occur. Obviously there could be an object to insert, but I didn’t expect Denise to have anything like that or to even think like that.

I was aware of Denise talking to me now, slightly muffled due to her position and mine but I could make her out.

“Paul! Paul, what the hell you doing, you can’t do that, not there, stop!”

My hands gripped her hips harder and pulled her back onto my face, at the same time I extended my tongue and hoped I had aimed correctly. Fortunately her contours seemed built to guide my tongue to her hole and the tip probed just inside.

“Paul! Stop, no, you can’t do that!.......Oooohhh, oooohhhh.”

I carried on.

“Ooohh, fuck Paul! FUCK! That’s nice, God, what are you doing to me?”

Still my tongue pushed in and out, by now I had made further progress, I was in just about as far as could poke my tongue out, maybe and inch plus, not much more. There was still no hint of any unpleasant taste so I kept going, Denise had relaxed, become more used to the rimming, as I found out much later, I was giving her. That allowed me to relax the grip on her hips and my right hand returned to her vulva which of course was still sopping wet. I began with two fingers, she was so loose there now they slipped in easily, even for her tiny pussy.

All the while now Denise was moaning, crying my name and moving her body, but not enough to displace me or to stop me poking her hole with my tongue.

I was by now tongue fucking her arsehole and finger fucking her cunt, each second I seemed to be speeding up to. Three fingers. I hadn’t had three fingers up her before, I could feel her more now, she was tighter inside with the extra finger of mine, the ribbing of her vagina wall was easily felt, the ribbing that should be working my bare bell end up to filling her with my spunk, but right now I felt was asking for a fourth finger.

My hand went in, up to my thumb joint, four fingers, opening her up, stretching her cunt wide, her wetness just incredible so again I sucked on her now open anus, it readily accepting my tongue, drawing me in almost.

Somehow, but by chance it seemed, with four finger rapidly fucking her inside my thumb had begun to slide along her pussy and was now rubbing on her clit each time I went in.

Denise suddenly let out an ear piercing scream, then almost equally loud shrieks that seemed to go on and on. I kept on my fucking, anus and cunt and clit until she pulled away and rolled over onto her bed, then curled into a ball with what sounded like sobbing sounds.

“You OK? Denise, you alright, I’ve not hurt you, have I?”

Just noises and gasps came from Denise. Other than that she didn’t move.

I climbed on the bed beside her the best I could on a single bed, held her, stroked her head, called her name softly.

After a minute or so she began to straighten up, then with a couple of deep breaths she sort of came around.

“You OK?” I asked again.

“Yeah. Sorry. What was that? What did you just do to me?”

“Fuck! Sorry. I got carried away, I didn’t mean…”

“Paul, I’m OK, its, just, well, fuck!” Denise took a moment “Wow, that was insane. I’ve never cum like that before. Never.”

“Oh,” I said, still a bit concerned but also becoming aware of what I had actually done. “So it was OK then?”

“OK? It was more than OK. You can do it again but only if the house is empty as I think I was a bit loud.”

“You did sort of scream, that’s when I thought I might have, well, injured you.”

“No, no injury, but fuck, that was amazing.”

With that I went in close and we kissed. We stayed like that for quite a while, out limbs entwined and our mouths pressed together, just coming up for air now and then.

“Paul, let me suck you off before we go to sleep.”

“You sure, I mean I can wait until morning if you like,” I said aware I was actually hard and my cock was pressing into Denise’s thigh.

“No, I want to, I’d let you in me but it feels a bit delicate right now, hopefully be alright in the morning though.”

“You sure? OK then.” With that I climbed off the bed and stood awaiting Denise, my penis fully stiff and my foreskin just drawn back and forming a ring just below my rim.

Denise took her time, she knelt before me, her lips and tongue began by working around by penis and scrotum initially, teasing me in all the sensitive areas such as where my ball sac began at the base of my shaft, along the seam of my scrotum that divided my bollocks. Then she bent my cock down and licked the drop of clear fluid that had appeared before taking the crown of my cock head between her lips and allowing them to slide lightly over the surface, teasing me, making me want her to take the whole of my knob and then shaft and begin sucking me off. I could feel the tip of her tongue poke into my hole and wiggle inside it, her lips tantalisingly close to the corona of my penis and the sensitivity of that taught rim that so well defined the shape of my bell end. Then with one hand on my bum and drew me to her, the other hand reached up between my legs and firmly took hold of me by the balls. My cock head entered her mouth fully and I watched as her lips closed over my shaft as she began sucking me deep into her throat at last.

I came relatively quickly once she had my cock down her throat and my testicles extended downwards in her fingers, my ball sac and inside it the actual testicle cords stretched just enough to hurt and not hurt. My nice clean anus was left alone for another time.

As I approached my orgasm my hands lightly guided Denise’s head, I wanted to ejaculate into her mouth as I usually did, not down her throat. I no longer told her I was about to cum, I think she knew by now my signs and as I began to spunk she kept up her head and mouth movements on my glans and shaft to give me the intensity of orgasm she knew I liked whilst she took all my semen and I made soft cries of pleasure.

My orgasm over she stood, slightly parted her lips and made some semen appear, bubbles forming as she did, then sucked it all back in and swallowed and grinned at me.

“Paul, I hope you can do it again.”

“What I did to you?”

“Yeah, all the things.”

“Even the, well, the kisses and err, attention I gave your bum?”

“Yes, that felt incredible.”

“It, well, just sort of happened.”

“You must do it again.”

With that, we kissed, her mouth still tasting of sperm, then we finally fell back onto the bed and cuddled until we fell asleep.

I then spent the first night of my life in bed with a girl.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 11 I've finally done it!​

In the morning I awoke early not being used to sharing a bed, we were pressed up against each other as the single bed was quite tight for the two of us. Denise slept, her warm naked body and long brown hair in contact with my own naked body, it felt incredible. I breathed in deeply, wanting to smell her, she was intoxicating, her scent amplified by her bed. I turned so I could kiss the top of her head, hopefully without disturbing her.

I hadn’t awoken as I often did, with an erection, but I could almost immediately feel myself swelling, frequent surges rapidly filled my penis as it lengthened and firmed. Not wanting to move meant I couldn’t really even slowly masturbate or even withdraw my foreskin at all. But still, Denise would be awake soon and hopefully she would respond to the man in her bed. I then remembered what she had said about her pussy, about how she had felt, well, delicate there after my fingers, four fingers, had been inserted right up inside her and then rapidly finger fucked her, only one finger short of a whole hand it occurred to me. Quite a lot of hand, for her small pussy, I thought, but women do have babies through there too so she could accommodate a guy’s hand, even just four fingers. Yes, bigger than any cock I could imagine.

Denise stirred, it was still quite early, nearly 8am as I looked at her bedside clock.

“Hello,” I said as her eyes flickered open and her lips formed a huge smile, “sleep alright?”

“Yeah. Oh Paul, that was a wonderful night, thanks, what time is it?”

I told her the time, then she moved closer and cuddled up to me, the softness of her breasts pressing into me as I too turned so we faced each other fully. Our lips met and we kissed for what seemed ages, there being no doubt in either of our minds about the state of my arousal right then as I pressed firmly into her lower belly.

“Here, let me,” she said, reaching down and taking hold of my cock, bending it down slightly against my erection and directing it between her legs. I knew she now needed to lift her left leg to allow me in, then without asking she did just that. Still holding me I felt my cock head touch wetness and I slipped in, a very slight hip movement on my part completed our union as I just glided right into her.

No more words were needed, we made love, slowly, gently, I moved in and out, our bodies mostly in contact, I loved how her breasts pressed into my chest as our lips worked together.

Hard sex, fucking, is all very well, but I loved this tender, intimate sex too, my body on hers, just moving inside her very wet vagina, long slow strokes, sometimes a burst of shorter faster strokes but soon slow and deep again.

Denise probably wouldn’t reach orgasm with just my penis, I would have to take care of her once I’d cum, but for now we just enjoyed the moment of our coupling.

I reached my orgasm after about five minutes, it was absolutely delightful to be cumming as I we kissed with her hands around my neck pulling my mouth onto hers. I gasped and moaned as I came, by breath in her mouth, my sperm in her pussy.

My hips stopped and we lay still with my cocck still inside her but contracting, our heads still together but cheek to cheek, mouths now taking in desperately needed oxygen.

“That was lovely, a perfect way to wake up,” Denise said kissing me once more.

“Your turn,” I said, “will you straddle my face.”

I turned and lay on the bed as Denise extracted herself and climbed over me.

“You don’t have to, we can get up.” Denise said.

“I want to, anyway I love how it tastes, me and you all mixed up.”

I watched as Denise moved herself up the bed and along my body. Her young breasts wobbled as she did, her nipples rosy and clearly aroused. I soon lost sight of them and her belly appeared only to be replaced by a view of her abdomen then tits above as the now strong aroma of her pussy with my sperm up inside it reached my nostrils and within moments, the wetness of her vulva touched my face.

My tongue had instinctively stretched out to greet her, licking upwards and gathering both my semen and her juices as it made its way to her partially exposed clitoris, her open thighs stretching the space between her legs so that the hood of her clit had pushed the bud itself just into view. I gorged on the wetness there, the taste of my spunk and her lubrication mixed in that incredible cocktail of sex, then having swallowed all I could began to focus on bringing Denise off.

My hands went to her bum and pulled her to me, my tongue lapping rapidly away at her clit. Denise orgasmed. I licked, holding her to my face as she cried out, not allowing her to escape my tongue fucking of her most sensitive spot.

The girl writhed on my face, eventually she freed herself from me, a series of slender threads connecting my lips to her pussy broke as she pulled away.

“Paul, I needed that after all, I could feel your cum running out, hope it was alright?”

“It was incredible, pleased you came too.” I said looking up at her, her hair trailing down across the sides of her face as she gazed at me from on top. Then she bought her hands together at her breasts, cupped the delicate forms and squeezed herself so her nipples poked out from between her fingers, the dark teats rigid with the blood forced into them almost like two tiny cocks. With some shuffling of our bodies I managed to get my mouth on one of those nipples, Denise now using both hands to push her breast out and to offer me her nipple. My tongue flicked at her gorged teat before I began to suck on her as if trying to breast feed from her, her moans indicating she liked how it felt.

After a minute or two of my attentions she said to me it was my turn. I lay on my back and she lowered her mouth onto my left breast and then began to lick and flick at my nipple before sucking and drawing it out with her teeth. My cock responded as usual and it was soon pressing into her chest as I enjoyed her administrations.



Again we showered together, washing each other, her tits, my chest and between each other’s legs both front and rear. We dried each other off too, taking our time, just enjoying each other’s bodies, young and sexy and my penis hardened as usual. Denise took her time drying my cock, first my glans, being careful not to rub the towel too hard over the thin skin, even though I was so hard. She then dabbed the skin behind my cock head, my frenulum and then the shaft. By the time she had reached my dangling balls she had become much more vigorous and I felt each bollock rubbed and stretched as she dried me off. Finally, she reached around to my bum, dried off each of my buttocks in turn and then with one hand and the towel, pushed between my cheeks and dried me there, but taking her time, I’m sure she was just ensuring I was dry there. It was only when the towel fell to the floor and her fingers remained between my cheeks that I realised she was actually playing with my arsehole, her fingers sort of strumming me there in the tight confines of my crack.

Our faces met and Denise smiled.

“Later.” Is all she said. I knew then my anus would be the subject of some affection.

Denise’s would certainly be. I wanted to fuck her there. I’d made up my mind about that.

*

*

We drove to Derbyshire, parked up and spent the day walking through Dovedale, crossing the steps over the river with all the others. Being a sunny Saturday there were a fair number of people about, mostly families and retired couples, so we behaved ourselves, just kissing occasionally when out of sight of the masses.

It was great, just me and my girlfriend, arm in arm, enjoying being with each other plus the anticipation of spending another night together and the opportunities that presented. I must admit that I found myself getting a bulge in my jeans occasionally at the thought.

We found a pub for lunch, the drinks making us quite romantic as we headed back, much more kissing and the occasional grope when we could. At one point I’d tried putting my hand up Denise’s top to feel her tits, her open coat had revealed her tight top and the shape of her beasts and I fancied a feel, but my hands were too cold and she stopped me, saying wait until later.

Shortly after that she asked me about the previous evening, what I’d done.

“Paul, what you did last night, you know, to my bum, what made you do that? I mean it was very nice, but another person’s bum?”

It felt easier, well less embarrassing, to answer now that we were side by side walking along, others around us but well out of earshot.

“I’m not sure really, I fancied a taste of your pussy, you looked so wet, I know we were supposed to explore each other’s bums having used the kit but I just got carried away. It’s helped by how close the bottom of you pussy is to well, your bum, mine looks much further. So by licking your pussy from the rear like that it well, just happened. I was licking inside you then next I was licking your hole, seemed almost automatic, a natural thing to do, then you sort of seemed excited by it so I carried on, it tasted OK, so I …..”

“Yeah, but you actually pushed your tongue inside me.”

“I know. I, well, I do it to your pussy all the time and you like that, it…anyway, it seemed sort of a continuation of that, we’ve fingered a bit so, well…..”

“Anyway, it was really nice and when you pushed all those fingers up me and began to rub my clit, well, it blew my mind.”

“Yeah, I could tell by the noise.”

We both laughed at that.

“That wasn’t too much, you know, in your vagina?”

“Not really, it stretched me but that felt good too, not painful as such but, well, pushed what I had experienced in there before. You can do it again if you like.”

“OK, great, maybe it’s a bit like when you squeeze and pull on my balls, it hurts but it’s such a turn on too.”

We carried on a little longer chatting about our bodies and what we liked. I had to stop for a pee after the beer and as Denise stood guard I found my cockhead soaked with pre cum as I began peeing behind a bush.

*

*

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 12 I've finally done it!​

Before arriving back at Denise’s home we stopped off in town and bought a bottle of French red at Victoria Wine, Saturday night was being spent in we had decided.

At about 7pm Denise said she was going for a shower, I can come too she added.

We showered together again, the hot water stimulating our bodies, I was stiff before we even reached the bathroom of course, it was difficult to say if Denise was wet in the aroused sense but I guess she would be. Still, it felt good having her soapy hand sliding up and down my cock and around my balls but when she was washing me between the buttocks that soapy hand found my hole and a finger slid inside me, the very first time Denise had properly touched my anus. I groaned as she fingered me, hoping she could hear me above the sound of the water. Then her finger was gone, her hand back sponging me all over.

We spent several more minutes under the water, I managed to slide myself inside her pussy and give her a short but sensuous taste of what she would be getting later.

“Paul, see you downstairs, the corkscrew is in the left hand drawer nearest the fridge.”

After I had opened the wine Denise appeared, she wore a short and rather tight black dress, one I’d not seen her in before. It showed off her legs and small bum and it also had an open and low neckline. Ah, no bra, I noted, her breasts firm enough to support themselves, their shape partially visible depending on how she positioned herself.

“Paul, if you want to nip upstairs, I can pour the wine and get some peanuts.”

“Oh, OK,” I said thinking that was my opportunity to clean my hole out in anticipation of some more fingers in me later. Denise had clearly thought the same.

*

The wine was really good, I’m not much of a wine drinker, but, yeah, I liked that one. It certainly slipped down well. It also went to our heads somewhat, I could tell Denise had had two glasses and I felt much more carefree too. We had by then begun to kiss, just shirt pecks to start with but they soon became longer with mouths open and tongues very active, at one point Denise was just sucking on my tongue, drawing it into her lips and then letting it slide out just to be sucked back in, so suggestive of her when she was sucking on my cock.

I slid my hand along her thigh, there was no question of any resistance to me doing that, by then Denise had her hand up my shirt and was stroking my left nipple resulting in the usual straining jeans and moist glans. As my hand slowly, as in teasing my girlfriend, made its way up her leg, I discovered she had no knickers on either, my first contact was with her small protruding labia which, her being already turned-on, was wet and slimy and I soon parted it as I located her clitoris and began a very light stroking of it.

I unzipped and pushed my jeans and pants down, I needed to as my penis was nearly bent double, such was the strength of my hard-on for Denise. Almost before it sprang upright she had gripped me and yanked the skin hard back, really hard back such that my frenulum was extremely taught and my glans were pulled down at the front. It didn’t hurt, well, not much, it’s just something I might do when masturbating and wanting to achieve a quick ejaculation, the extra stimulation sufficient to bring me off.

I needn’t have been concerned, the next moment I was being stroked as she would usually do and Denise had begun kissing me again.

I soon managed to lose my jeans and pants (socks too of course), my shirt now open and Denise sucking on my right tit whilst rolling my balls in her right hand. I had two fingers up Denise which I moved in and out, occasionally I would try and open my fingers to feel all of her vagina, my whole hand was wet through being so close to her body. I had extracted her right tit through her dress, the conical shape pulled easily through the opening, her left breast was now completely hidden within her top.

I needed to slow her hand down, I wasn’t anywhere near ready for even my first spunk of the evening and her rubbing me was beginning to feel too good.

I removed my fingers from her pussy and tried to push additional ones in, she was tight due to the way she was lying on the sofa next to me, but she soon realised what I was intending and raised herself up allowing my hand to slip right between her legs and insert all four fingers into her again with them bunched as a group, rather like a pretty thick cock would feel I thought.

Sliding down the sofa more Denise was now almost flat, just her head was raised on a cushion, her legs again opened for me and with her wetness still on my fingers. I had slid down too so we were almost lying side by side.

I took my fingers from her cunt and reached between her legs more and touched her bum hole. Denise sort of gasped, her hand slowed on me. I also pinched her nipple, probably quite hard as she flinched slightly but said nothing. I wriggled my long finger into her anus and began to feel her inside, all tight with just enough of her pussy wetness to lubricate it.

Our new position made it easier to kiss again and soon we were snogging hard, her hand working my cock occasionally as it had become more awkward for her now.

I kept returning to her pussy to keep my finger moist to enable it to go easily into her arsehole, my finger almost fully up her and now moving at a reasonably rate.

Then the kiss broke, or Denise broke it actually.

“Your turn now, will you bend over for me, to start with anyway, please?”

We both climbed off the sofa, Denise allowing her dress to drop to the floor and for her to quickly throw it over the back of the sofa. My shirt also came off leaving is both completely naked. We both took a moment to look at each other, to absorb the beauty of our young bodies, Denise’s petite but sexy breasts topped out with rosy hard nipples, her flat belly leading to that sculptured patch of pubic hair that ended just as her body divided into her luscious and by now glistening pussy. I could see her glance at my stiff penis, that part of me that would actually enter her own body and at my testicles as they bulged right below, full of my sperm and waiting to be mixed with my other fluids to provide her with the semen she so desires.

Denise then went over to a drawer and took out the bottle of lube we had bought in the sex shop.

“I don’t keep it there, obviously,” she said, “just handy for now.”

I knew what I had to do, so took my position standing with me bent right over the arm of the sofa, legs apart and my arms resting on the arm of the chair.

I couldn’t see Denise but I heard the cap being taken off the bottle and then I felt to coldness of the liquid as it touched my anus, her fingers applying it carefully to my ring and prodding the very centre where I would soon yield to her.

We’d never talked in detail about anal, I think we were probably a bit unsure about ourselves, maybe even a bit shy, that’s despite my own experiences with Linda and our bums. So what was going to happen next was, well, for Denise and I, unchartered territory.

I assumed Denise was coating her finger or fingers then she said “Ok, just say if it hurts or uncomfortable, OK?”

“I will. God, I am so horny now, just go in me.”

“OK, here goes.”

I felt her finger again touch my hole, her left hand rested on my left bum cheek, she might have held my balls or have taken hold of my cock again, but I recon she was right in not giving me too much excitement in one go.

Her finger gently probed, circled, probed again only harder. I tried to relax, to let my sphincter loosen, I pushed out a bit, I must have opened a bit as her finger entered me what felt like a short distance then came almost out, then went inside again, maybe a bit further this time. Denise repeated this action several times, pushing a little deeper in me each time.

“How’s that?” she enquired, pushing her finger in me just that bit more now.

“Yeah, good, feels nice.”

“Shall I go inside more?”

“Yes, it’s just the initial entry that needs care, once in you can finger me like I do in you. I mean in your pussy.”

“Right, I’ll add some more lube now as I think it needs it, what about your cock, want me to rub that too?”

“More lube sounds good, best leave my cock for now, don’t want to cum too soon, play with my balls though, you know what I like there.”

“OK, you also mentioned a thing inside you – postrate or something….”

“Yeah,” I said, turning to face Denise the best I could, “prostate, its where most of the cum is made.”

“What do I do with it?”

“See if you can feel it, then sort of massage it, if you get it then I’ll know as it makes me feel like I need to pee but it’s really nice to.”

“OK, but how?”

“Push your finger right in until it’s past my….my…. arse, anus, whatever, then feel downwards, it’s behind where my balls hang but inside, OK?”

“OK, right, going right in now,” Denise said, beginning to sound a bit apprehensive about her finger now stuck deep inside my anus.

“Now sort of aim down, yeah, feel that, small sort of lump, supposed to be about the size of a walnut, yeah, oooohhh, that’s it, you got it.”

“That’s all I need to do?”

“Yeah, just move your finger around, press it. Yesssss, that’s so nice.”

I felt Denise circle and probe me, it felt really intense.

“Paul, your dripping on the sofa, your cock’s dripping, the clear stuff, loads of it.”

I couldn’t see but it felt as if I would be dripping from the pressure in my bum and on my prostate.

“Can you catch it then?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I can’t hold your balls as well, OK?”

“Sure,” I said as I felt my bell end touched and well, wiped, Denise must have taken any threads of my pre cum by now. I felt her run her fingers downwards along my erect shaft again to expel any already heading for my cock hole, then she touched me where my slit was, again wiping me clean.

“There was quite a bit, at least it’s not white,” she said as I felt her finger wipe over my bum cheek followed by….. her licking me there. My skin felt cool after she had wet it with her tongue, I would have licked her finger clean if she had asked or just presented it to me.

Pressure resumed on my prostate and I moaned out loud, letting my girlfriend know how good this actually felt, her finger deep in my arsehole, massaging me.

I felt her remove her finger completely, don’t stop now I thought. A brief pause then she was back inside me, I hoped I was still slightly open for her, making it easier to get back in, but what I felt was more stretching, not unpleasant, but definitely opening me up more.

“Paul, two fingers, OK?”

“Yes, sure, please, mmmmm.” I had hoped for this, but hesitated to ask. I had wanted Denise to play with my arsehole, to become familiar with it, confident to probe me, to penetrate me and see that it was a huge turn on for me, for men.

“Not hurting?”

“No, it’s good, go on, more,” I said still half moaning with anal pleasure and her hand now carefully regularly milking my penis and catching my secretions before, from what I could make out, licking her fingers.

I stayed there, bent over the end of the sofa, my bum in the air, my legs now widely spread, arse cheeks separated and my bum hole exposed and penetrated by Denise for the first time. My cock and testicles received some attention too, but it was the two fingers now fucking my hole and curling to prod me in the prostate which was driving me wild and probably to orgasm if not careful. However, I still had other plans for my first and largest spunk load that evening.

At times my mind kept thinking of what Denise must be seeing, I tried to imagine what I would see if I could watch her right now. Me bent over, arsehole exposed, a hand at my hole, pushing fingers in and out of me, it felt amazing, but so too did the feeling of exposure, of vulnerability in me offering my anus to this other person.

After a few more minutes I decided that we should go upstairs, hoping Denise agreed if I asked her.

“I need to calm down or I’ll cum, shall we go upstairs, easier on your bed.”

“Sure, OK. I’m so horny now I need to cum soon then you can.” She responded.

 

[Richard Cock]

Idle College Afternoons Part 4 - 13 I've finally done it!​

I felt her fingers pull out of me, as I straightened up I held the end of my penis in case I dripped again. I was wet but not trailing to the floor now as I had been earlier.

“We’d better wash our hands,” Denise said as we went upstairs, taking the lube with her.

As we dried our hands I took hold of her naked body, pulled her to me so her tits pressed on my chest and kissed her, her hands cupped my bum cheeks, pulling me to her so that my seemingly permanently erect penis was trapped between our bellies.

Then we walked the short distance back to her room. I guess that most guys, well, probably all, like walking around hard, their cocks sticking up and swinging around with each step as if some weapon, like the gun on a tank. It also allows the woman (or I thought, a man, say like Phillip) to see how much she has turned her man on, most times she will then want to be fucked by him, to take that penis and feel him deep inside her body and respond to his strength as he pounds her cunt and then spunks his load up her.

Back in her bedroom we kissed again, her hand stroking my length as we did so. My hand, meanwhile, was sliding through the tiny folds of her pussy, accumulating her wetness as it did. But I was not after her pussy right then.

“Can I, would you like me to…..I’d love to…would you let me…”

“Paul, I know what you want to do. Yes, I want to try it too, but be careful, gentle, you’re cock’s bigger than a couple of fingers so take it slow, OK?”

“Absolutely, yeah, of course. You sure?” was my excited response.

Denise looked up and kissed me again so I knew she was sure.

“So, what position you recon?” I asked, hoping she would go for doggy, at least initially, so I could get inside her easily.

“Like you were downstairs? Seems easy for both of us. But I do fancy being on top, you know, like riding you, perhaps once we’re going we can swap.”

“Yeah, great, love to see you riding me like when we have, well, just the usual sex.”

Denise handed me the lube bottle and turned to face her bed.

I intended to enter her vagina first, give her a good hard but short cock fuck there before moving to her bum, there taking it slow and easy.

Denise had gasped, probably out of surprise, as I slid straight up her vagina and began thrusting away as fast as my hips could move, my loose testicles slapping her clit each stroke.

“Paul? That was unexpected. Nice, but I thought you were going in my bottom?”

“I am, hang on.”

I gave it a moment then withdrew my cock and holding myself I raised my glans slightly from her lower lips and began to stroke her hole with it.

I then applied some lube to my erection, making sure to go right down to my balls, then to her hole resulting in the same response as I made to the cold liquid as it touched her hole and I poked it inside with a finger. Murmurs of approval.

Denise was still loose from my earlier fingering, her hole relaxed easily and I soon had two fingers in all the way, time for my penis I thought.

Holding myself again I allowed my glans to brush over her hole, then I took aim, bell end to her slightly open arse, small forward movement of my hips and I made firm contact and noticed how she yielded to me, half my knob had easily entered her already.

“How’s that?” I enquired, aware that my bell end was probably similar to four fingers worth size wise. Well I hoped it was anyway.

“Yeah, OK, its fine. Go on, more please but slowly.”

I carefully pushed further into Denise, wanting to break through into her insides and the void there so I could really begin to fuck her. I looked down to see my shaft stuck in her tight hole, how her pucker was opened up, stretched and griping my cock and skinning my bell end, causing some tension in my pulled back foreskin as I pressed forward.

Then I was in, my bell end felt, well, not much, I pushed a bit more, it felt something, soft, not tight and gripping like just now.

“How’s that, I’m well, inside now,” I asked.

“Yes, I felt you go inside, it’s good, didn’t really hurt or anything.”

“Right, OK for me to start, you know, moving?”

Denise wriggled her bum with my cock stuck up inside of it, I felt the flexing in my shaft from side to side and accepted her invitation to fuck her.

I began to move out a bit, leaving my cock head in her hole though, then pushed forward, checking my shaft for lube, it looked OK. I began to fuck. Slowly I moved in and out, a ring of lube formed around her anus each time I pushed in but there was obviously enough to keep it perfectly slippery for both of us.

My hands now held her fairly skinny hips, well skinny for a girl I thought, allowing me to push forward and keep her in place so penetration was full length and deep. I could now feel my balls make contact with her pussy when right inside her – hurrah, I thought, I’m balls deep!

Denise began to moan as I increased my speed, my bollocks slapped more too, that felt good, the view I had was just amazing too. Her spread cheeks, the brown and then red opening - it had reddened as I fucked her, but most of all my cock, completely unyielding of course as I was just so hard, the way it opened her arsehole and the way she gripped my shaft. I wanted to see my bell end too, to see it all shiny and then to see it push into her, watch how her anus gives in to me and opens for my cock.

I then commenced pulling out, to see my knob, then to see it open her hole as I pushed my hips to her. It felt good too, better than just staying inside and sliding back and forth in her anus, the extra force I needed to open her stimulated my cock head, the visuals were amazing too I thought.

I had been pulling out and pressing back in for about a minute, maybe less, when I sensed Denise lay lower on the bed, her head briefly turned onto her face sideways, then with her right hand no longer supporting her on the bed she used her folded left arm to support her forehead.

I carried on but suddenly felt something when my bollocks slapped into her pussy – her hand had gone to her vulva and her clit. Denise was wanking herself off as I fucked her arse, same as when I’d been up her pussy.

Now this really made me happy, she was clearly enjoying being fucked in the arse and even when I fucked her pussy she’d wank herself off. I must have speeded up too, the feeling in my balls intensified as they slapped the back of her fingers working her clit. The sounds of moans and small cries began to come from the girl bent over in front of me.

In response I tried to fuck her even faster, I watched my cock go rapidly in and out, full deep strokes. Then it happened.

I can’t explain what made me suddenly imagine I was behind Phillip, it was his bum I was fucking, his bollocks mine were now slapping, not Denise’s fingers. I tried to clear my head of this thought, but it was Denise who caused it to vanish. She suddenly orgasmed and cried out really loudly as her fingers on her clit and my penis deep in her hole came together and bought her off.

I too felt close, very close to spunking off my load, but I wanted to see her riding me with my cock up her arse and her cunt open and vacant of cock.

I pulled out, took huge deep gasps of air, held my cock still, tried to focus on anything but sex. My foreskin now protected my bell end, a couple of thin milky drops fell from my hole but nothing else.

I had held it. No ejaculation, not then anyway. Denise had collapsed onto her bed, panting, her bum had closed up as her buttocks came together.

I stood there for a while longer, both of us recovering. Eventually we began to converse again.

“Wow, that was really wonderful,” Denise said, her voice still muffled by the bedclothes. “You felt good inside me, so different to being up my vagina, you left me all wide open there, just like when I bring myself off, that’s why I had to frig myself off, OK?”

“Sure, I guess I expected you to, like you do, well, when we have sex. I wanted to hold off, until you’re on top of me, I just want to see you on me.”

“OK, I still want to do that, not sure if I’ll feel you cumming though, tell me OK?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. You want me to rub you too?”

“Have a go, it’s still a bit sensitive there, my clit anyway, up inside’s OK.”

With that Denise rolled over and I went to lie beside her, my hand went to her right breast, cupped it then sort of massaged it round and round, its soft form yielding to my hand. Denise moved her head in close so we could kiss, I felt my now semi-hard cock press against her tummy as it was full enough to be above half-mast.

We stayed like that for several minutes, savouring each other, mouths, bodies, smells. My hand had slid down to her pussy, wet of course from earlier, maybe also in anticipation of my cock again entering her other more intimate opening shortly. I reached further down, Denise responded by lifting her leg and my fingers found her anus, still slippery so I took advantage and entered her again, this time I felt her really grip my finger, her clenched anus almost stopped me moving it inside her.

“Don’t do that to my cock, will you?” I whispered to her. “It might bend and that’s painful when I’m hard.”

“I want that cock in me so no I won’t, are you hard enough yet?”

“Almost, “I responded and looked down at my penis, it was full length, I just needed the final bit of stiffness in the shaft so I could easily enter her as she lowered herself onto me.

I briefly used my free hand on myself. A few strokes and I had stiffened enough for penetration.

“I’m hard now, you ready to climb on me?”

“Yes, I’ll just lube you up and get some in me too.”

Denise sat up and reached for the lube, coating her fingers first then she applied it all around my cock head and down my shaft, even onto my ball sac when it joined my penis. I laughed, I knew she would take me balls deep but I couldn’t see my way of getting even one bollock in her with my cock in there too. But it did give me the idea of asking her if I could try pushing a testicle up inside her bum, maybe even both. I might even try with one of my own balls when performing masturbation, see if I could get it in my own bum hole. But that was for later.

I watched as she reached around behind herself and applied more lube to her hole, I could see her push at least one finger inside herself, her face just registering pleasure against the effort of twisting around to reach her opening.

Ready, she climbed over me, her tits swaying as she did so. Then squatting, she reached behind and felt for my cock, I took hold of myself and sort of passed it to her to assist, holding it there upright between her legs whilst she prepared to impale herself on me. Clearly, she was much more practiced in riding a boy and getting his cock into her vagina and with her front opening more easily reached and partially visible.

I could feel her now rubbing on my glans, I was certainly past her cunt hole as I had a good view, I’d pulled a pillow under my head just for that. She was clearly feeling for my cock head at her anus, moving me about until she felt it exactly right for her to slip down onto me. I knew needed to be fully erect, with no flexing in my shaft if I was going to enter her anus.

 

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“OK, it’s there,” she said, and so she didn’t lose my cock she lowered herself straight onto me, I immediately felt the pressure down through my cock as my bell end pressed into her anus, then she simply slid home, my cock had vanished from my sight, only her pussy remained in vision, her small neat bush above where her cunt formed, those tidy small lips just protruding from the darker wet gash of her vulva, where my cock would normally be impaled. I looked up at her face, her look one of determination, determination to be fucked in the arse with her doing the fucking, banging down on my cock as she rode me to my spunking.

My cock repeatedly reappeared as she rode me, her thighs working with every rise and fall on me. Using her right hand on my thigh she balanced herself, her left having gone automatically to her clit which she was now slowly massaging side to side with her own wetness from her vacant vagina. She soon began to softly moan, then she began make small cries as her body responded to the attention to her clit she was giving herself, not to mention my cock moving inside her arsehole.

“Let me,” I said, reaching for her pussy to gather some of her natural lube from her now almost dripping cunt lips before replacing her fingers with mine on her clit.

“OK, you do it.” Was all she said as she rose on my shaft.

It wasn’t as easy I as I thought to rub her there, but I soon worked out where to place my hand on her abdomen, actually it was right on her bush, and then used my thumb on her clit, rubbing it back and forth. That worked as Denise began to respond, her body twitching as she rose and fell on me, then she started to moan, then with her eyes closed, began to cry out loudly.

“Paul, Paul, yeah go on, fuck me, fuck my arse, make me cum, cum in me, shoot in my arsehole, fuck, fuck…..”

Her body rose and fell on my cock, her gorgeous tits bounced up and down and sometimes making circular patterns with her prominent nipples.

Briefly I moved my hand and managed to slip some fingers in her pussy, I could feel my own penis, hard, massive, pushing against the interior walls of her vagina and colon as she pounded hard down on me, gasping now for air.

As for me, the amazing visuals of her riding me, of her tits, her face reflecting the physical effort of fucking me and the sensations she was experiencing in her arsehole, cunt and clit, all this was taking me to orgasm.

Again, fucking weird this I thought, I suddenly imagined Phillip riding me, my cock up his bum as he rose and fell on me, my hand wanking his cock and grabbing him by the bollocks too.

Then suddenly I was cumming, nothing was going to stop me now, my bell end became more sensitive and harder, the hammering sensation quickly grew deep between my legs, my thumb seemed to lose control on the clitoris it was rubbing. I shot my load.

I felt really powerful contractions, even the semen shooting up my cock tube as my slit opened wide and I let it fly, spurt after spurt, hot, white and creamy. I must have cried out too, the contractions were that intense as the tightness of her anus gripped my sliding cock head.

Although Denise had cum she still managed to keep riding me through my own orgasm, my spunk had obviously added to the lube in her bum hole as she slipped on me more easily now. I was by now beginning to lose some erection and shortly I felt my penis slip out of her, at which pint she fell forward onto my body, her hands and arms reaching for my chest as her mouth found mine.

Both somewhat breathless we kissed, taking our time to recover our senses and just enjoy the presence of the other’s body. I was during those kisses that I felt a cool patch form on my lower belly, close to my pubes, I assumed it was my semen leaking from her anal hole, still not fully closed up after my penis. Denise ignored it.

Eventually we climbed off the bed, made our way to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up. Denise used her sponge around her bum and right between her legs, I washed my penis as usual by holding it over the side of the basin.

“Let’s have a break, then before bed we can shower together, OK?” Denise said as we dried ourselves off.

“Yeah, of course. That was absolutely amazing sex.” I said, hoping for a really powerful confirmation.

I received a massive wet kiss which seemed to last forever.

*

The next morning we awoke and had sex, conventional cock in pussy sex, very tender and intimate, slow sex as I liked to call it. It took me about 10 minutes before I felt I could ejaculate but I managed to hold off and once sure I’d avoided cumming I resumed my, well, I suppose it was love making to Denise.

I felt her respond to my passion, her hands slid and gripped all over my body, pulling me into her, helping with the rhythm of my hips as I moved in and out of her. Every now and then one hand would leave my body and I could feel it as she rubbed her clit. I was content with that, her wanking herself off, that is. Eventually I sensed she wanted to cum so I raised myself up slightly leaving more space for her wanking hand and that enabled me to move faster and harder into her, my balls had firmed up by then too as I too could easily achieve my orgasm.

I managed to hold back until Denise began to approach cumming, I knew the signs well by now. Then I began to fuck faster, pounding her pussy hard as she frigged herself off. She cried out and I slammed into her and within half a dozen strokes bought myself off too, the contractions under my balls were intense as my body sought to expel the now low reserves of semen and sperm into Denise. The sensations transferred to my penis head as he hole opened and the skin there became so, so sensitive as it slid rapidly inside her cunt, moistened by my load.

*

At breakfast I asked Denise about the first time she saw a cock. I’d seen girls before, having a sister, but Denise didn’t have a brother and anyway there can be quite a difference in a soft cock and hard cock.

“It was a boy called Andrew, my first proper boyfriend I suppose, at least the first I did anything with. I knew a bit about what boys had between their legs, school biology and girls chat, you know the stuff, same as you guys talking about girls bodies I assume.”

“Yeah, although mostly it was about breasts then, but there was some talk about pussies, but only those who had actually had a girl or at least had seen or touched one.” I managed, having felt I’d really missed out there.

“Anyway, we had a night to ourselves, parents out. We were kissing on the sofa, usual things, I guess. Andrew had already seen and felt my tits but we’d done nothing yet below the waist. I knew that boys got hard, lots of the girls talked about that but not many had actually seen or touched a hard cock I think, just talk.

“Anyway, I could feel his cock as he kissed me, his leg was over mine and there was certainly something hard there pressing onto me.”

“Impossible to prevent that.”

“I was curious, plus there was the girl talk about the white stuff that shoots out if you rub it right.”

I found this fascinating, the other side of sexual discovery.

“I managed to get Andrew’s shirt unbuttoned and then felt him between the legs, it did feel big and hard, I let my fingers trace it, I was quite surprised how long it was. That’s when he asked if he could get it out.”

“Bet you said yes”

“Well, yes, but only him, not me, at least then. So he got up and stood in front of me, I was sitting on the sofa. I could see the outline of him in his jeans, I’d no idea how what I had just felt translated into what would appear. Anyway, he undid his button then pulled his zip down, I could see some pubes as his pants were quite low too. Then he pushed his jeans down and his pants went with them. As he pushed his jeans further down I could see the darker skin of his cock appear, it just seemed to go on and on, I could make out things either side now, but he was quite hairy there. What I wasn’t ready for was it springing out and standing almost upright. That made me jump and he laughed at my reaction.

I laughed too now, amused and intrigued by how Denise reported her first encounter.

“He sort of just stood there for a while, I just stared, wanting to touch it but too nervous to. It was bigger than I expected, much longer. Desirable but scary too, he had a long foreskin and it formed a sort of wrinkled tube at the end of his cock. I didn’t know about that, what to do with it. I know now of course but then, no. Then there were his balls. I could see then clearly now, hairy but quite large. I knew that if a boy got hit or kicked in the balls it really hurt and everyone found it funny. But what about touching them, would that hurt too?”

“How, er, big was he?” I politely enquired, not wanting to sound concerned again.

“Not that easy to say, roughly a bit smaller than you, maybe a bit thinner too, but not much. But bear in mind I’d never seen a soft cock, never mind and erect one at that time. It seemed massive, sticking out from a tangle of pubes.”

I felt relived.

“Then Andrew said did I want to touch it. Of course I did, but not really sure what to do. I kept thinking of what some girls had said about rubbing it properly. But then Andrew asked if it was my first time. He would have known, thinking about it then. Any girl used to a cock would have just taken hold of him and wanked it at least.”

I nodded. I was hard. Obviously.

“He took hold of himself and pulled his foreskin back, it looked a bit shiny, wet, pre cum as I now know, but I sort of went ‘Wow!’ when I saw his cock head, I never knew what one actually looked like, some of the girls had described their boyfriend’s but actually seeing one, well.”

“What did you think of it?”

“To be honest it scared me. It was big, hard and now his cock head was exposed I just saw this pretty large shiny thing with a slit in it pointing right at me.”

“So did you touch him?”

Not right away, he sort of gave me a tour, showing me his bell end, his pee hole then that bit at the front you say is so sensitive. I think I just stared and said nothing. Then he held his balls out, they looked quite big, or they seemed big, hanging there. Then he separated them and held one out to me. I looked at the shape of it, the hairs sprouting from his skin.”

“And?”

“He said it was alright for me to touch him. So I took hold of his cock, about half way down it, it really did feel hard, I never imagined it would be that stiff and firm to the touch, I knew there was no bone or that sort of hard body part in there, just soft flesh. He put his hand around mine and showed me how to rub it. He gave some tips about the best place to hold it and how far to go in each direction, what he liked I suppose. But you’re pretty much the same in that respect, most to the guys I’ve been with have. He wasn’t so keen on having his balls squeezed like you do as I later found out, touched and felt he liked. Pulled on too.”

“You actually wank him off then?”

“He said he was close to cumming as I slowly wanked him, he had let me go solo quite soon and showed me what to do with my other hand as well.”

“Which was?”

“Play with his balls, I liked how they felt and how easy it was to roll them around in his ball sac.”

“Did you suck him then?”

“No, at least not for a while, it was probably another month before he wanted to me to do that.”

“Did he get in your pants?”

Not that night, it was about a week later when we had an opportunity again. But, as I was saying, I was basically wanking him and he came quite quickly. Again, I’d never seen a cock spurting before and it was amazing. Pretty shocking too, I’d never imagined it would go so far, some hit my top and up my arm, it was all over my hand too. Sticky and gooey white too, I knew it would be white from what other girls had said, but still I wasn’t prepared for how much there was.”

“Did you have sex with Andrew?”

“No, he was my first boyfriend, we were only together a few weeks. I was very aware that I was turned on though, my knickers were soaked and as soon as I got home I wanked myself off.”

“Oh, you knew about that too then?”

“Yeah, I learned a lot during my education.” Denise said laughing.

“How did you learn to wank?”

“Same way as you, lads talking about it and trying it out.”

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At college the next week Phillip asked if I would be interested in going with him on Saturday morning to a job at a school about 15 miles away, he would be helping out and seeing what goes on. His father’s company were to replace some electrical equipment and cabling after a problem with the electrics following the fitting of some new electric cookers in the domestic science classroom. Apparently smoke had started to come from one of the distribution boxes. I said yes, nothing much on Saturday mornings and it sounded interesting having never really seen how things get done like that.

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On the Monday afterwards I met up with Phillip again, I said I needed to tell him something but not with people around, the college always being busy, so I suggested we went to the pub at lunchtime. In the pub I bought a couple of drinks and we found a quiet area and I began telling Phillip what happened.

“I couldn’t say anything on Saturday, Tony was always around and then with him dropping me off at home first afterwards. Anyway, when you and Tony went back to the stores to get the extra cables and that bigger electrical box I was sitting about when the caretaker came back, Clive was it?”

“Yeah, think it was.”

“Well, I needed to have a pee so I asked this Clive where the loos were, he gave me directions which sounded a bit hard to remember but I found them, I recon I went all around the school as it took ages.”

“Big school though.” Added Phillip.

“Anyway, I stated having a pee and almost immediately Clive appeared.”

“ ‘Found them OK then?’ he said, I made some sort of noise and focused on peeing.”

“Next thing he’s right next to me unzipping, I mean it’s a school so large boy’s toilets, but he’s really close. Next thing he begins talking to me.”

“He says ‘Nice cock you’ve got there, son,’ looking right at it. I sort of froze, I’m not used to older guys looking at me having a pee.”

Phillip nodded as if gesturing me to carry on.

“Next thing he begins pulling his cock out, I assume he needs a pee too. But he just stands there with his cock out and I can see from the corner of my eyes he’s, well, pretty big and then he begins slowly toying with it, at least he’s playing with his foreskin and his knob. I’d just finished peeing when he then says to me ‘You seen one this big before?’”

“Did you look?” Phil asked.

“Yeah, sort of had too. Well, he was big, not hard, not then anyway, but thick, I mean thick, his bell end was, well, massive, bigger than the guys in those magazines. And it’s next to mine, my cock was still out, I had forgotten to put it away after peeing. Once I looked at it he started rubbing himself more, still just his bell end again and with thumb and forefinger, but of course it got even bigger, then it started to lengthen more and it stiffened.”

“Fucking hell Paul, not sure what I’d do if that was me. Be sort of curious though, but then there’s only the two of you in an empty school. You scared?”

“A little, probably more just apprehensive, I just wish I’d got my cock away sooner as I felt mine swelling a bit.”

“Not surprised, some guy with a huge cock next to you like that, I’d probably start to get a hard on too now that I’m used to other guys.”

“Guys? Plural?”

“I meant you, it’s only you I’ve wanked with, touched each other.”

“OK, sorry. So then he said to me ‘my missus can’t get it all in her mouth or arsehole, get in her pussy though, right up her, you get yours up an pussy and sucked, son?’”

“What did you say?”

“I just sort of said yes, well I do.”

Phillip laughed “Did you say I’ve sucked you off too?”

“No way I’d do that, especially to him. That’s between just us, anyway.”

“You said you had your cock up that woman’s bum, the older one, yeah?”

“Yes, so that’s one up on him.”

“Two up, actually.”

“You and Denise?”

I smiled.

“Fuck, Paul, that’s, well,…”

Phillip was short of words. I grinned.

“So, then what happened?” He said carrying on.

“He let go of his cock and it just, well, stuck out, he was now really hard, I just stared I guess, I could see masses of pubes sticking out of his fly too, he must have been watching me as he then said ‘want to see some large balls too?’ ”

“Fuck, Paul, he get them out too?”

“Yeah, he undid his button and pulled everything down, God he was hairy but, fuck…..”

“Really big bollocks?”

“Yeah, big and hanging really low, I mean low, probably six inches from where his cock was sticking out, makes ours seem tiny. He must have been watching my face as he started laughing. ‘Proper man’s balls, eh son, really slap a cunt when she’s bent over. Let’s see yours, don’t be shy, we all have ’em.’ ”

“He said that? What did you do?”

“I undid my jeans….”

“You got your balls out for him?”

“Yeah, I was getting horny, don’t really know why but I was. I must have wanked a little bit as he said ‘Good lad, that’s it give it a wank, love to see a boy wanking himself, but you should let me do that for you.’ ”

“He said that? What you say?”

“Nothing, I just stood there and he reached out and took hold of my cock, his other hand went around my balls, then he began wanking me.”

“Fucking hell, Paul, not sure what I’d have done, he’s not a bad looking guy but he must be twice our age. So, what you do?”

“I just let him rub me, then he moved so his cock, he really was big, touched my hand….”

“You touch him?” Phillip asked, his mouth open in amazement.

“Yeah, I, I don’t know how I did, but I held him, I could hardly get my hand around it, it was like a can of, well, like shaving foam, that big, probably nearly as long.”

“You wank him?”

“Yes, he was slowly wanking me and obviously wanted me to reciprocate.”

“Beginning to wish I’d been there.”

“Would you’ve wanked him then?”

“Probably, just to feel what a cock that size feels like, you know, in your hand. Imagine it being mine.”

“It was massive, but thinking about it after, I wouldn’t want one that big, I recon our cocks are fine, wouldn’t mine slightly larger bollocks though, the sort than hang low and slap really hard when fucking.”

Phillip laughed “Know what you mean, about balls, but yeah, I’m content with my cock too. So, what happened next?”

“I wanked him a bit longer, he wanked me, rolled my balls a bit so I took hold of his, not only were they big but solid, really hard with no give if you’d squeezed them like we do ours. Heavy too, you could feel the weight so no wonder he said he liked the way they felt when slapping pussy.”

“Oh, maybe I’d go for bigger balls too then.” Phillip said as his hand disappeared under the table, clearly holding himself between the legs.

“You hard?” I asked.

“You bet, you?”

“Yeah, your round then.”

We both laughed.

“So, this Clive then says ‘I bet you’re a big shooter, you know, fire your cum a long way when having a wank.’ ”

“So, I just said it’s OK, then he says ‘see that mirror behind the wash basins, I’ll give you a pound note if you can get your cum higher up it than me.’”

Phillip stared open mouthed now.

“Well, I was pretty horny by then, what with him wanking me, my hand on his cock and then balls, I sort of needed to cum anyway so agreed.”

“To a wanking contest? With a guy with the world’s biggest prick? And bollocks? Fucking hell, Paul. So…?”

“We made our way over to the basins, not easy as we both had jeans around our knees by then. I could see him in the mirror, looking at me. Then he says ‘OK son, I’ll go first shall I, give you something to aim at?’ ”

“Sporting of him.” Phil said.

“So he began wanking, he was looking at me all the time in the mirror, I think he could only see my face as we were quite close. Anyway, he was rubbing his cock, his hand didn’t go all the way round it like ours do, but his balls began to swing every time his hand went upwards, they did look good, must have felt great too, maybe that helped him cum. I think he shot in about a minute, the first couple of spurts easily hit the mirror, the rest, quite a few, didn’t count, landing between the mirror and the basin, the last one in the basin. By the time he had finished his first spurts were already starting to run down the mirror, plenty of it, really thick white spunk too.”

“I do like seeing another cock cum. You’ll have to wait for that drink,” he said pointing to my empty glass, “I can’t stand up yet, not with his boner.” I smiled at Phil.

“He then says ‘go on son, see if you can get your cum higher, even one spurt counts.’”

“How did you feel about all this?”

“Just wanted to get it over with really. I thought I might get close to his best shot, I’ve usually quite a good load, you’ve seen that, though I’d cum the night before with Denise.”

“Go on…”

“So, I stood where he had and, well, began wanking, he had turned now so he could watch me, face and cock. His was still huge, not hard anymore but he hung long and really heavy, like a horse or smoothing. I probably closed my eyes then and focused on my cock, didn’t take me long either.”

“I bet,” said Phillip, “I’d be cumming off quick too.”

“Anyway, I was about to cum so aimed my cock up as best I could and it hit the mirror. Guess what, I beat the fucker, by about an inch or so, but I did it, not as much as he got up there but cum, proper cum too not just the thin colourless stuff, proper thickish white cum.”

“Was he pissed off at you? Beating him?”

“Don’t think so, he just wanted to see a young guy wank off I think, so he just gave me the pound note and left.”

“He wasn’t around when me and Tony got back or when we all left, I assume he waited and then locked up.”

Phil’s penis was soon sufficiently soft to allow him to stand up and walk to the bar. I had expected him to ask more about Denise and me having had anal with her so on his return I tried changing the subject and asked him about Karen, how they were getting on.

“You and Karen having any sex yet?” I asked, thinking that I’d been really open about what had happened at the school, so it was, sort of his turn.

“Yeah, we’ve had sex, she’s good, no messing about like some girls. She gave me a wank in the car on our third date, I recon I’d gotten her so horny playing with her tits as we snogged that she let me put my hand down her jeans and feel her pussy.”

I nodded in knowledgeable appreciation of his technique with girls.

“Not sure if she came off but she seemed to like it, made quite a lot of noise. So then I just got my cock out and with no fuss she just grabbed it and wanked me off, obviously done it many times before, even gave me a tissue from her handbag to clean myself up with.”

“Considerate girl, you open your shirt?” I added.