part 12:
Do you dream? I generally had pleasant vivid dreams about playing with puppies, tending pink petunias, or traveling through a mighty redwood forest. Being caged, I only dreamt of my cock getting hard and trying to get off. Each time, I'd awaken feeling my cock, painfully unable to harden. Surely, an incubus was plaguing me.
Dawn came early. I awakened to the sound of moist fucking. Eric was kneeling on his bed, fucking my silicone sleeve. He was facing the opposite wall, giving me a perfect view of his perky bubble butt. With every thrust his buttock clenched firm, which heightened my horniness.
Eric looked back noticing me watching. "I'm using your toy. Since you aren't able to use it, I figured it'd be okay." I didn't respond, merely kept my gaze fixed upon the heavenly sight. He twisted his position to better face me. I could now see his hard member stretching the sleeve with every thrust. "Did you sleep well?" he asked in a mocking tone. "I bet that cage made it restless." I kept watching. "That damn cage was fucking torture," he admitted.
After admiring his cock for several more slow thrusts, he told me to come closer. When I didn't immediately respond, he barked forcefully, "Get over here."
When I got to his side, he grabbed the cage firmly and smiled. While still holding the metal frame that housed my struggling manhood, he told me to make myself useful by licking his balls. "Come on, I know you want to."
I caressed his nuts before maneuvering down. As I descended, he repositioned so that he was sitting, legs spread before me. I kissed his large nuts before gently lapping the soft sac. He pulled my head closer, holding me firmly to his crotch. I licked away and occasionally sucked in a nut gently into my mouth, caressing it fondly with my tongue.
He kept stroking the sleeve on his dick. "Don't forget the taint," he urged. I licked under his balls and he moaned in delight. "Oh yeah, that's it." I continued lapping, twirling my tongue on his sensitive skin. He spread his legs wider, telling to go even further down. I quickly figured that he wanted his ass attended, instead I returned to his nuts. "If you want freedom, do it."
I moved down, pressing my face into his crack and kissed his hole. I teased his sphincter, dancing my tongue around the rim. He gasped in pleasure. I lapped firmly across his sacred lodge, then pried my tongue into its tight embrace. "Oh fuck," he cried.
His hole began to spasm, the muscles rhythmically contracting. Like raging thunder, a moaned bellowed forth from the depths of his soul. He was cumming.
"Fuck, that was great!" he exclaimed. "Get me cleaned up." I could see the massive white puddles laying across his abs and chest. I reached for tissues but he stopped me. "Lick this crap up." He smiled wickedly.
I brought myself to his smooth torso, rubbing my face against his skin. I licked his spunk up, savoring the sweetness. Licking ass and tasting spunk seemed like immensely intimate acts. I seemed connected to this Adonis and moved in closer for a kiss.
Just before our lips met, he jerked up quickly. "Fuck, I'm going to be late!" He hurriedly got dressed and, just before dashing out, smiled and said, "Thanks for the fun." I wondered when he was considering to have me freed from the cage. But he didn't have time to discuss it.
I wanted to get off; I needed to get off but my release wasn't brought up. I reckoned he wanted me to wait in agony.
"Fuck this!" I said. I moved to my desk and watched Ares swim about. I plunged my hand into his bowl and pulled out the fake treasure chest he guarded. From the chest, I pulled out the spare key. I held the key firmly for several minutes, considering if I should masturbate. I put the key back, opting to extend the urge further. "Guard it well," I told Ares and got ready for my own classes. "I am the master of my dick," I thought to myself, trying to convince myself of having inner fortitude. Regardless of Eric's intent, I had a means out.
After classes I met Shawn. He was still reminiscing the events of last night and wanted to fuck. "Let's skip lunch. Come fuck me first "
"I'm still caged."
"Oh fuck, there's goes my plan," he said discouragingly.
I, too, was excited. I talked more with that cute hairy lad from calculus. It turns out he is doing well and has agreed to help me study. I couldn't think too indepth about his potentially hairy ass without causing my caged dick pain from growing.
"Come on," I told him. "We can figure something out."
As soon as we got to his room, I started ripping his clothes off. His pants were still at his ankles when I started blowing him. "Fuck dude, you want it bad!" he exclaimed.
I feverishly licked his shafted, massaged the head, and sucked as wildly as possible. I went for his nuts, loving each manly orb. The manly musky scent was intoxicating.
WIth his ankles still bound by his pants, I pulled up his legs and dove eagerly in his crack. I worked his hole, as I done earlier for Eric. I teased his punk hole, flicking my tongue around the rim. I eased his chamber slightly, probing firmly. I lovingly attended his most private regions, losing ourselves in time. He yelled out in elation.
Eventually I moved over him, swooping down for a kiss. As our lips fought to envelope each in passion, I gripped his cock, stroking him firmly. He was putty in my hands and soon started squirting loads of cum. Some landing on both our faces. My fingers methodically scooped up the various spunk spatters, feeding each of us his ambrosia.
"I want you to cum," he said longingly.
"Hopefully Eric will release me tonight," I posed, not wanting to tell him I had other means of acquiring freedom. Wondering what Eric had in store was rivalling the best of my dreams.
Do you dream? I generally had pleasant vivid dreams about playing with puppies, tending pink petunias, or traveling through a mighty redwood forest. Being caged, I only dreamt of my cock getting hard and trying to get off. Each time, I'd awaken feeling my cock, painfully unable to harden. Surely, an incubus was plaguing me.
Dawn came early. I awakened to the sound of moist fucking. Eric was kneeling on his bed, fucking my silicone sleeve. He was facing the opposite wall, giving me a perfect view of his perky bubble butt. With every thrust his buttock clenched firm, which heightened my horniness.
Eric looked back noticing me watching. "I'm using your toy. Since you aren't able to use it, I figured it'd be okay." I didn't respond, merely kept my gaze fixed upon the heavenly sight. He twisted his position to better face me. I could now see his hard member stretching the sleeve with every thrust. "Did you sleep well?" he asked in a mocking tone. "I bet that cage made it restless." I kept watching. "That damn cage was fucking torture," he admitted.
After admiring his cock for several more slow thrusts, he told me to come closer. When I didn't immediately respond, he barked forcefully, "Get over here."
When I got to his side, he grabbed the cage firmly and smiled. While still holding the metal frame that housed my struggling manhood, he told me to make myself useful by licking his balls. "Come on, I know you want to."
I caressed his nuts before maneuvering down. As I descended, he repositioned so that he was sitting, legs spread before me. I kissed his large nuts before gently lapping the soft sac. He pulled my head closer, holding me firmly to his crotch. I licked away and occasionally sucked in a nut gently into my mouth, caressing it fondly with my tongue.
He kept stroking the sleeve on his dick. "Don't forget the taint," he urged. I licked under his balls and he moaned in delight. "Oh yeah, that's it." I continued lapping, twirling my tongue on his sensitive skin. He spread his legs wider, telling to go even further down. I quickly figured that he wanted his ass attended, instead I returned to his nuts. "If you want freedom, do it."
I moved down, pressing my face into his crack and kissed his hole. I teased his sphincter, dancing my tongue around the rim. He gasped in pleasure. I lapped firmly across his sacred lodge, then pried my tongue into its tight embrace. "Oh fuck," he cried.
His hole began to spasm, the muscles rhythmically contracting. Like raging thunder, a moaned bellowed forth from the depths of his soul. He was cumming.
"Fuck, that was great!" he exclaimed. "Get me cleaned up." I could see the massive white puddles laying across his abs and chest. I reached for tissues but he stopped me. "Lick this crap up." He smiled wickedly.
I brought myself to his smooth torso, rubbing my face against his skin. I licked his spunk up, savoring the sweetness. Licking ass and tasting spunk seemed like immensely intimate acts. I seemed connected to this Adonis and moved in closer for a kiss.
Just before our lips met, he jerked up quickly. "Fuck, I'm going to be late!" He hurriedly got dressed and, just before dashing out, smiled and said, "Thanks for the fun." I wondered when he was considering to have me freed from the cage. But he didn't have time to discuss it.
I wanted to get off; I needed to get off but my release wasn't brought up. I reckoned he wanted me to wait in agony.
"Fuck this!" I said. I moved to my desk and watched Ares swim about. I plunged my hand into his bowl and pulled out the fake treasure chest he guarded. From the chest, I pulled out the spare key. I held the key firmly for several minutes, considering if I should masturbate. I put the key back, opting to extend the urge further. "Guard it well," I told Ares and got ready for my own classes. "I am the master of my dick," I thought to myself, trying to convince myself of having inner fortitude. Regardless of Eric's intent, I had a means out.
After classes I met Shawn. He was still reminiscing the events of last night and wanted to fuck. "Let's skip lunch. Come fuck me first "
"I'm still caged."
"Oh fuck, there's goes my plan," he said discouragingly.
I, too, was excited. I talked more with that cute hairy lad from calculus. It turns out he is doing well and has agreed to help me study. I couldn't think too indepth about his potentially hairy ass without causing my caged dick pain from growing.
"Come on," I told him. "We can figure something out."
As soon as we got to his room, I started ripping his clothes off. His pants were still at his ankles when I started blowing him. "Fuck dude, you want it bad!" he exclaimed.
I feverishly licked his shafted, massaged the head, and sucked as wildly as possible. I went for his nuts, loving each manly orb. The manly musky scent was intoxicating.
WIth his ankles still bound by his pants, I pulled up his legs and dove eagerly in his crack. I worked his hole, as I done earlier for Eric. I teased his punk hole, flicking my tongue around the rim. I eased his chamber slightly, probing firmly. I lovingly attended his most private regions, losing ourselves in time. He yelled out in elation.
Eventually I moved over him, swooping down for a kiss. As our lips fought to envelope each in passion, I gripped his cock, stroking him firmly. He was putty in my hands and soon started squirting loads of cum. Some landing on both our faces. My fingers methodically scooped up the various spunk spatters, feeding each of us his ambrosia.
"I want you to cum," he said longingly.
"Hopefully Eric will release me tonight," I posed, not wanting to tell him I had other means of acquiring freedom. Wondering what Eric had in store was rivalling the best of my dreams.
I was good until it got rapey at the end
This story started off really good so why has it turned so rapey now. Especially since Eric started developing a bond with the main character anyways
part 13:
I was lost in thought.
I wish my mental wrestling was purely academic; indeed I wasn't dabbling on scientific conjecture. Instead, I was troubled more with the idea of fate.
I heard many being seemingly rest assured with destiny, often arguing everything is in God's hands. But does that truly give credence to all the struggles and turmoils along the way?
Fate challenges concepts of freewill, which is a privileged freedom. The inherent problem with freewill is generally a lack of knowledge; we seldom know what we want. And, when it comes to matters of love, when we do know what we want, it most often doesn't reciprocate.
I felt as if I forged a strong friendship with Shawn and Eric; I liked them both. With Shawn I could forgo inhibitions and be carnal. Granted, I was quite carnal with Eric; however, with him I felt more guarded, more fearful. I feared possible rejection.
Deep down, I knew why. While I liked Shawn, my heart fell in love with Eric. So often the hearts wants most what it cannot have.
When I finally returned to my room, Eric was, as usual, sitting on the floor playing his videogame. While I settled in, he complained about his back hurting, which came as no surprise. Sitting like that for hours was seemingly asking for problems.
Instead of telling him he deserved it or that it was a product of karma, I sat behind him and started rubbing his upper back and shoulders.
"Oh, that feels good," he encouraged. "It hurts lower though."
I moved my attention further south but quickly found his T-shirt was hindering my efforts. I pulled the hem of his shirt up and he instinctively raised his arms, letting me pull it off. I could now massage his supple skin and firm muscles unencumbered.
He lied on the floor with me straddling his waist. As I eased his pain from his back, the metal cage I wore rubbed against his ass. I never had message training but I was committed to giving him if not pleasure relief.
My efforts must not have been too terrible, for he would occasionally sigh in comfort. His gratifying noises made me more dedicated to my new cause.
When he finally finished playing the game, he tossed the joystick aside. "There! Finished that level." As he was lying there stretched out upon the floor, I bent down and kissed his back between his shoulder blades.
Like an agile fox, he turned over and pinned me down. He rubbed the cage, firmly but gently. Our faces were a mere inch apart. He smiled with that wicked grin I found so enchanting. "I suppose you want your freedom."
I tried to smile coyly. "And what do you want?"
"You know, you are such a jerk," he stated.
"Yeah, I am."
He grinned. "I think it would only be fair to fuck the shit out of you."
"Yeah," I said, with my coy smile turned into a wide grin. Without uttering another word, we both hastily ripped off our remaining clothes.
I tried to quickly descend upon his cock. I wanted to offer him even more pleasure but he pushed me back. "Forget the sucking," he said, "your ass is going to be my sleeve tonight."
"You're lucky I'm not as big as you. Your cock nearly wrecked my ass." He pulled my legs forward and got over me, while I was still prone against the carpet. He spit on his cock and pushed it against my hole. His eyes met my gaze. "I know I'm smaller but I hope it hurts."
My face grimaced as he pushed in. He immediately stopped pushing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
I pulled his shoulder forward, collapsing him on top of me. I kissed firmly, feeling the coarseness of his stubble. My mouth toyed with lower lip. I stopped kissing long enough to utter one directive. "Fuck me."
His hardness stretched and filled me. Yeah, there was some stabbing pain in the beginning but it quickly eased away to pure delight.
As he fucked he seemed to watch me intently. The light from the window shimmered around him like an aurora. He smiled and I wondered if he knew angels fought to look as heavenly.
I reached up, straightening a few strands of hair that tried defiling his perfection. He winked. "You're still a jerk," he boasted.
"Yeah, I'm your jerk."
His face was suddenly covered in seriousness. "I think I like you."
I pulled him in again for another kiss. Whether accidentally slipped or not, with this revelation, we both got more animalistic. He grinded harder and I tried bucking my ass, trying to add to his delight.
His dicked was curved up. The size and shaped did wonders to my anatomy. Without him trying, with every thrust my prostrate got brutally pounded. I was still in the cage, unable to get hard. Nevertheless sensations rippled over me. I didn't know what was happening but I soon felt wetness puddling on my stomach. Was it an orgasm? Did he force me to pee? I kept bucking wildly.
WIth a look of urgency, he looked down. "Where do you want it?"
I thought of lots of great places for him to cum. In my delay, he barked, "Where?" I was just about to tell him to cum on the cage but I didn't have time. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming." His dick was still inside; infact he pushed it further in. I felt oddly privileged holding his DNA within me. He rolled off, saying he wished it could have lasted forever.
A few moments later he acknowledged that I probably wanted freedom to also cum. While he fiddled with the cage, he was suddenly struck with bafflement. "Did you cum? You're caged but there's cum everywhere."
"Your cock beat the cum right out of me."
"Fuck... How?"
"Because your cock pounded right out of me."
"The power of my cock!" he yelled out, boasting in self confidence.
Being free, my cock, now unhindered, quickly hardened. "Damn, your cock is impressive beast."
"Does your powerful cock want to teach this impressive beast a lesson?" I asked.
He turned and looked at me. "Fuck yeah. Normally, I need recoup time but I'm still rock hard."
Still on the floor, the fucking resumed, pure and carnal. It went like before, except this time there was no cage. He was overtly proud to witness me cumming handsfree. His ego soared, confident with his powerful manhood.
When we finally decided to go to bed, I feared the moment was over; however, as I nestled into my covers, I felt his warm press against me. His arm wrapped over me and his breath tickled my neck.
I held his hand tightly. "So you like a jerk, huh," I teased him.
"You are a jerk and, I think, it's a little more than like," he whispered.
I nearly exploded trying to contain my happiness. "Yeah, I more than like you too," I said, while rubbing his hand.
As we silently cuddled, I still had doubts about fate. But I was confident that sometimes, we actually do get what we want.
.
I was lost in thought.
I wish my mental wrestling was purely academic; indeed I wasn't dabbling on scientific conjecture. Instead, I was troubled more with the idea of fate.
I heard many being seemingly rest assured with destiny, often arguing everything is in God's hands. But does that truly give credence to all the struggles and turmoils along the way?
Fate challenges concepts of freewill, which is a privileged freedom. The inherent problem with freewill is generally a lack of knowledge; we seldom know what we want. And, when it comes to matters of love, when we do know what we want, it most often doesn't reciprocate.
I felt as if I forged a strong friendship with Shawn and Eric; I liked them both. With Shawn I could forgo inhibitions and be carnal. Granted, I was quite carnal with Eric; however, with him I felt more guarded, more fearful. I feared possible rejection.
Deep down, I knew why. While I liked Shawn, my heart fell in love with Eric. So often the hearts wants most what it cannot have.
When I finally returned to my room, Eric was, as usual, sitting on the floor playing his videogame. While I settled in, he complained about his back hurting, which came as no surprise. Sitting like that for hours was seemingly asking for problems.
Instead of telling him he deserved it or that it was a product of karma, I sat behind him and started rubbing his upper back and shoulders.
"Oh, that feels good," he encouraged. "It hurts lower though."
I moved my attention further south but quickly found his T-shirt was hindering my efforts. I pulled the hem of his shirt up and he instinctively raised his arms, letting me pull it off. I could now massage his supple skin and firm muscles unencumbered.
He lied on the floor with me straddling his waist. As I eased his pain from his back, the metal cage I wore rubbed against his ass. I never had message training but I was committed to giving him if not pleasure relief.
My efforts must not have been too terrible, for he would occasionally sigh in comfort. His gratifying noises made me more dedicated to my new cause.
When he finally finished playing the game, he tossed the joystick aside. "There! Finished that level." As he was lying there stretched out upon the floor, I bent down and kissed his back between his shoulder blades.
Like an agile fox, he turned over and pinned me down. He rubbed the cage, firmly but gently. Our faces were a mere inch apart. He smiled with that wicked grin I found so enchanting. "I suppose you want your freedom."
I tried to smile coyly. "And what do you want?"
"You know, you are such a jerk," he stated.
"Yeah, I am."
He grinned. "I think it would only be fair to fuck the shit out of you."
"Yeah," I said, with my coy smile turned into a wide grin. Without uttering another word, we both hastily ripped off our remaining clothes.
I tried to quickly descend upon his cock. I wanted to offer him even more pleasure but he pushed me back. "Forget the sucking," he said, "your ass is going to be my sleeve tonight."
"You're lucky I'm not as big as you. Your cock nearly wrecked my ass." He pulled my legs forward and got over me, while I was still prone against the carpet. He spit on his cock and pushed it against my hole. His eyes met my gaze. "I know I'm smaller but I hope it hurts."
My face grimaced as he pushed in. He immediately stopped pushing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
I pulled his shoulder forward, collapsing him on top of me. I kissed firmly, feeling the coarseness of his stubble. My mouth toyed with lower lip. I stopped kissing long enough to utter one directive. "Fuck me."
His hardness stretched and filled me. Yeah, there was some stabbing pain in the beginning but it quickly eased away to pure delight.
As he fucked he seemed to watch me intently. The light from the window shimmered around him like an aurora. He smiled and I wondered if he knew angels fought to look as heavenly.
I reached up, straightening a few strands of hair that tried defiling his perfection. He winked. "You're still a jerk," he boasted.
"Yeah, I'm your jerk."
His face was suddenly covered in seriousness. "I think I like you."
I pulled him in again for another kiss. Whether accidentally slipped or not, with this revelation, we both got more animalistic. He grinded harder and I tried bucking my ass, trying to add to his delight.
His dicked was curved up. The size and shaped did wonders to my anatomy. Without him trying, with every thrust my prostrate got brutally pounded. I was still in the cage, unable to get hard. Nevertheless sensations rippled over me. I didn't know what was happening but I soon felt wetness puddling on my stomach. Was it an orgasm? Did he force me to pee? I kept bucking wildly.
WIth a look of urgency, he looked down. "Where do you want it?"
I thought of lots of great places for him to cum. In my delay, he barked, "Where?" I was just about to tell him to cum on the cage but I didn't have time. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming." His dick was still inside; infact he pushed it further in. I felt oddly privileged holding his DNA within me. He rolled off, saying he wished it could have lasted forever.
A few moments later he acknowledged that I probably wanted freedom to also cum. While he fiddled with the cage, he was suddenly struck with bafflement. "Did you cum? You're caged but there's cum everywhere."
"Your cock beat the cum right out of me."
"Fuck... How?"
"Because your cock pounded right out of me."
"The power of my cock!" he yelled out, boasting in self confidence.
Being free, my cock, now unhindered, quickly hardened. "Damn, your cock is impressive beast."
"Does your powerful cock want to teach this impressive beast a lesson?" I asked.
He turned and looked at me. "Fuck yeah. Normally, I need recoup time but I'm still rock hard."
Still on the floor, the fucking resumed, pure and carnal. It went like before, except this time there was no cage. He was overtly proud to witness me cumming handsfree. His ego soared, confident with his powerful manhood.
When we finally decided to go to bed, I feared the moment was over; however, as I nestled into my covers, I felt his warm press against me. His arm wrapped over me and his breath tickled my neck.
I held his hand tightly. "So you like a jerk, huh," I teased him.
"You are a jerk and, I think, it's a little more than like," he whispered.
I nearly exploded trying to contain my happiness. "Yeah, I more than like you too," I said, while rubbing his hand.
As we silently cuddled, I still had doubts about fate. But I was confident that sometimes, we actually do get what we want.
.
There's more! It's just hard to find time to get it typed out.
Let’s not be a dick.
Love it can’t wait to see where it goes from here
part 14:
By morning our positions had switched. My arm was draped over him, feeling the heat emanating from his body. I got engrossed sensing my hand slightly rise with each and every breath. Watching the unconscious rhythm of his life force drew my desire. I wanted nothing more than to hear him utter the three most magical words in the entire universe. No three words when sung together can possibly ever have more power.
Ever so gently I caressed his chest, feeling the soft smooth skin over his firm tight muscles. Slowly and ever so carefully my hand ventured south till it reached the promise land. With the tips of my fingers, I touched the shaft of his flaccid manhood tenderly. Delicately my fingers encircled this virile peninsula. My thumb nimbly rubbed the ridge of his glans. In my grasp his member grew and firmed, becoming rock hard.
The world fed us a misconception. We were taught the way to a man's heart is through the stomach. Not to discount gastrological necessities, a shorter route starts with the groin, having the gatekeeping dick requiring no toll. It's a more pleasurable path without risk of obesity. But be forewarned, it can get a little bumpy!
There was one deep breath followed by a sighing groan. With a relaxed tone Eric spoke soft, "Good morning." I gingerly yet methodically sucked his left nipple and started tickling that special sensitive area under the glans. "Mmmmm," he sighed as if experiencing the most exquisite delicious dessert.
I released his turgid treasure as he rolled upon me. In the morning light, I suddenly found myself drowning in the depths of his blue eyes, willfully surrendering peacefully in this cerulean sea. While locked in his tense gaze, he coyly smirked and skittishly stated, "Hi." That one word conveyed sincere friendship and carnal passion wrapped in a fiber of insecurity. I pulled him closer, kissing him savagely. No longer prickly, his unshaven stubble was now soft and plush like golden velvet.
After applying lube and an ample supply of spit, he pulled my legs up and leaned over me, guarding me from reality like an angel shrouding divine wings. Without using hands to guide, his hard tool found the tender back door like a pro. While kissing, he slowly entered filling an indescribable void.
He was briefly gentle and tender, steady and slow. Quickly things turned rough, hard and fast. The bed shook and the headboard rapped an thudded against the wall in a steady primal rhythm. At some point the neighbors banged back. Whether in defiance or approval, Eric pounded more fiercely. Despite the ferocious buffeting, my insides tingled in rapturous delight. My entire body in fact was painfully exploding in pleasure. During all this I cam twice, being at the mercy of his dick.
Ultimately he was reaching his crescendo. With a look of urgency he broke free from our wrestling lips, then softly spoke those three magical words. "I gonna cum."
It's more than words. It's not just a courtesy. It's a sharing of his most ecstatic moments, with all functions turning involuntarily. With his vulnerability on full display, submissively he offered himself. I accepted. No other words hold more truth.
Did you possibly think those magical words included love? No, emotions are ephemeral and so often vacantly voiced. Love requires blind eyes for it can deceive and lie. Such truth is only in complete submission.
After more kissing, he rolled off, collapsing next to me. Like before, I draped my arm over his chest. Making my way south, I found his dick. With its mission complete, it rested soft. Despite being flaccid, I gave some encouraging strokes. "Will you cum for me again?" I asked.
"It's resting after that hard workout."
"Please," I pleaded.
"I don't even know if I can."
"Will you try?" I begged.
"Didn't you say I was addicted to beating off?"
"I was just troubled," I confessed.
"Troubled?" he asked inquisitively.
"I didn't want to miss out on any of your fun."
"Really?" he said in a confusing tone. He held a wide grin. "Man, you must really like my dick." His hand replaced mine upon his dick and tried to reactivate his member. After a few minutes of deep concentration, it regained its noble state. I watched intently as he pleasured himself. With one hand I fondled his nuts, the other rubbed his chest.
Watching a guy masturbate is terribly erotic. It seems special given the chance to see this private act. Having him doing this specifically for me makes it even more grand. I was so turned on and captivated with every nuance: his breathing rate, hand position, rhythm, tensing muscles.... It all seemed glorious.
Eventually he reached that point. He looked at me saying, "I'm gonna cum." I pulled his hand from his cock, replacing it quickly with mine. I continued his stead pace. I felt his groin spasm just before he shot. Spunk splattered his abs and chest. "Whoa, this is the best day ever," he proclaimed when his panting decreased.
While still holding his dick, I lapped some spunk off his chest. I purposely didn't swallow. Instead I kissed his deeply, sharing his seed. He quickly realized what caused the difference in taste. He mumbled something incoherently but continued kissing.
With the sharing complete, I concurred. "Every day is great with you."
He smiled sheepishly, then stated what I feared. "I love you."
By morning our positions had switched. My arm was draped over him, feeling the heat emanating from his body. I got engrossed sensing my hand slightly rise with each and every breath. Watching the unconscious rhythm of his life force drew my desire. I wanted nothing more than to hear him utter the three most magical words in the entire universe. No three words when sung together can possibly ever have more power.
Ever so gently I caressed his chest, feeling the soft smooth skin over his firm tight muscles. Slowly and ever so carefully my hand ventured south till it reached the promise land. With the tips of my fingers, I touched the shaft of his flaccid manhood tenderly. Delicately my fingers encircled this virile peninsula. My thumb nimbly rubbed the ridge of his glans. In my grasp his member grew and firmed, becoming rock hard.
The world fed us a misconception. We were taught the way to a man's heart is through the stomach. Not to discount gastrological necessities, a shorter route starts with the groin, having the gatekeeping dick requiring no toll. It's a more pleasurable path without risk of obesity. But be forewarned, it can get a little bumpy!
There was one deep breath followed by a sighing groan. With a relaxed tone Eric spoke soft, "Good morning." I gingerly yet methodically sucked his left nipple and started tickling that special sensitive area under the glans. "Mmmmm," he sighed as if experiencing the most exquisite delicious dessert.
I released his turgid treasure as he rolled upon me. In the morning light, I suddenly found myself drowning in the depths of his blue eyes, willfully surrendering peacefully in this cerulean sea. While locked in his tense gaze, he coyly smirked and skittishly stated, "Hi." That one word conveyed sincere friendship and carnal passion wrapped in a fiber of insecurity. I pulled him closer, kissing him savagely. No longer prickly, his unshaven stubble was now soft and plush like golden velvet.
After applying lube and an ample supply of spit, he pulled my legs up and leaned over me, guarding me from reality like an angel shrouding divine wings. Without using hands to guide, his hard tool found the tender back door like a pro. While kissing, he slowly entered filling an indescribable void.
He was briefly gentle and tender, steady and slow. Quickly things turned rough, hard and fast. The bed shook and the headboard rapped an thudded against the wall in a steady primal rhythm. At some point the neighbors banged back. Whether in defiance or approval, Eric pounded more fiercely. Despite the ferocious buffeting, my insides tingled in rapturous delight. My entire body in fact was painfully exploding in pleasure. During all this I cam twice, being at the mercy of his dick.
Ultimately he was reaching his crescendo. With a look of urgency he broke free from our wrestling lips, then softly spoke those three magical words. "I gonna cum."
It's more than words. It's not just a courtesy. It's a sharing of his most ecstatic moments, with all functions turning involuntarily. With his vulnerability on full display, submissively he offered himself. I accepted. No other words hold more truth.
Did you possibly think those magical words included love? No, emotions are ephemeral and so often vacantly voiced. Love requires blind eyes for it can deceive and lie. Such truth is only in complete submission.
After more kissing, he rolled off, collapsing next to me. Like before, I draped my arm over his chest. Making my way south, I found his dick. With its mission complete, it rested soft. Despite being flaccid, I gave some encouraging strokes. "Will you cum for me again?" I asked.
"It's resting after that hard workout."
"Please," I pleaded.
"I don't even know if I can."
"Will you try?" I begged.
"Didn't you say I was addicted to beating off?"
"I was just troubled," I confessed.
"Troubled?" he asked inquisitively.
"I didn't want to miss out on any of your fun."
"Really?" he said in a confusing tone. He held a wide grin. "Man, you must really like my dick." His hand replaced mine upon his dick and tried to reactivate his member. After a few minutes of deep concentration, it regained its noble state. I watched intently as he pleasured himself. With one hand I fondled his nuts, the other rubbed his chest.
Watching a guy masturbate is terribly erotic. It seems special given the chance to see this private act. Having him doing this specifically for me makes it even more grand. I was so turned on and captivated with every nuance: his breathing rate, hand position, rhythm, tensing muscles.... It all seemed glorious.
Eventually he reached that point. He looked at me saying, "I'm gonna cum." I pulled his hand from his cock, replacing it quickly with mine. I continued his stead pace. I felt his groin spasm just before he shot. Spunk splattered his abs and chest. "Whoa, this is the best day ever," he proclaimed when his panting decreased.
While still holding his dick, I lapped some spunk off his chest. I purposely didn't swallow. Instead I kissed his deeply, sharing his seed. He quickly realized what caused the difference in taste. He mumbled something incoherently but continued kissing.
With the sharing complete, I concurred. "Every day is great with you."
He smiled sheepishly, then stated what I feared. "I love you."
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