By Alan Mathews
(Cummin’Up.Vol1No1.1989)
He was a slim but muscular blond guy, maybe about nineteen, a college student,
and when he wasn't attending classes he sunbathed on the apartment patio by the
pool, wearing a tight, skimpy cloth that hugged his magnificent cock and balls
so fervently I could almost count every delicious vein in his big, thick shaft.
My fingers itched to touch that bulge. My mouth watered to suck his man flesh
into my throat. My tongue longed to lick his hairy balls. My lips parched with
the desire to kiss his male body all over, paying particular attention to his
nipples and his asshole and his cock and balls.
I used to stand behind my second floor drapes, stark naked, my in my hand as I
gazed lovingly at him lying there. I'd run my hands up and down the length of my
flesh, moving down under the balls to gently squeeze them, and of course , my
cock rose and pointed toward the ceiling. I wanted to be down there with the
blond, pressing my cock against his genitals and his glorious rear end, to stick
it in his mouth, to feel his cock sliding past my lips, over my tongue, into my
mouth, and down my throat.
If only I had the nerve to go down there and approach him. But I didn't even
know if he were gay. And he lived with some big bruiser that might have been his
older brother. But older brother or gay lover, he wasn't someone I wanted to
tangle with. So I stood out there fisting my cock into a stiff, throbbing
erection, enjoying the view below and the sensations in my crotch. It was better
than nothing.
I was going through this daily ritual when suddenly the guy — his name was Greg
— got up and walked around the patio. I figured he was going into his own shared
apartment, but he was heading in my direction; then he was lost from my sight
where the building cut off my view directly below.
Shit! My cock was up good and hard and I'd wanted to finish jerking off with my
secret love object in sight, but obviously that was not meant to be, so I kept
pulling it with my eyes closed and my mind alive with fantasy.
There was a knock at my door, and naively enough I had no idea who it was. I was
just annoyed at the interruption. I hastily pulled on a robe and went to answer
it. Of course — you've already guessed it —it was Greg.
"Mind if I come in?" he asked me.
"No, no of course not," I managed to stammer.
He strolled in and walked across the living room to the picture window
overlooking the patio. He turned to me, smiling. "I've been watching you
watching me," he said. Would you believe I blushed at that. "Oh, it's okay — I
don't mind. In fact, I'm flattered. But unless you're just into solitary
jerkoffs I think we could spend our time more pleasantly, don't you?"
Greg moved in close, reached through the folds of my bathrobe and took my cock
in his strong hand. It gave a lurch of delight. The blond boy opened my bathrobe
wide and pressed his whole body closer, holding my waist with his free hand. His
lips descended on mine and we kissed with open mouths, our tongues moving back
and forth over our excited lips.
I loved the feel of his naked chest against mine, with his hard nipples grazing
my flesh. I loved the feel of his crotch nuzzling my balls while his hand
stroked my thick, engorged shaft.
I broke away, shuddering. "I've had fantasies — " I began.
"I know," he said. "Me, too. Let's make them realities."
He removed my bathrobe completely, took my hand and led me to the couch, where
he sat me down. He stood in front of me and hooked his thumbs in his briefs
preparing to pull them down and let his fat cock spring free.
But I stopped him with, "No, not yet! Wait."
I took his hips in both my hands and eased him closer to me. Up close, the
outline of his cock against the thin white material that hugged it was
absolutely mouth-watering. I could hardly breathe as I moved my face closer to
his crotch, my eyes lusting at the sight of that huge, teasing bulge so close to
me. I pressed my lips against the cloth that held his cock prisoner, feeling the
radiant warmth of his hot male flesh. I inhaled deeply, my head swimming from
the musky in-heat odours emanating from his genitals. My own cock twitched and
wiggled in response to my rising passion.
I kissed him all over his thrusting crotch, working my way into the moist inner
thigh area on one side of that bulge and then on the other — until I couldn't
stand the suspense any longer. I eased down the top of his briefs, and the head
of his cock popped out, a thick, purplish knob with a big drop of pre-cum
glistening in the piss slit. My lips covered it quickly and sucked avidly as I
pulled his skimpy garment all the way down, releasing his entire erect shaft and
the heavy balls dangling enticingly underneath. My heart was beating like crazy.
This was many wet dreams coming true for me.
I moved my face back for a moment so I could see this wondrous spectacle in all
its sensual glory. His cock had sprung up like a missile site — ready to take
off. It was long and thick, standing up flat against his lean belly, pointing at
his face above and below it were those hot, beautiful twin sacs that were busily
manufacturing the sweet cream that would soon come gushing out of the tiny cum
hole in the tip of that lusty cock knob and give me the ultimate taste treat.
Then, with a wild cry of exultation, I attacked that beautiful cock and balls
with my lips, my mouth and my tongue, kissing and gobbling and licking like a
starving kid let loose in a candy store. It all tasted every bit as good as I
knew it would, and the natural perfumes of his manly crotch filled my nostrils
and made my head swim with the most intense passion I'd ever felt. My hands
roamed up and down his beautiful, tight ass, pinching, kneading and caressing;
my fingers slid through the crease in his ass cheeks, parting them so the middle
finger could find his hot, succulent asshole. Greg tensed as my finger found the
puckered opening and gently teased and worked its way inward.
This young blond was ready to come, there was no doubt of it. He gasped and
shoved his cock deep in my throat, holding my head in his strong hands, and
pumped a heavy load of hot juice into me. I worked my finger frantically around
and deeper into his quivering poop chute as I gratefully gulped and swallowed as
much of his thick cum as I could. But there was just too much of it and so it
dribbled over my lips and spilled out of my mouth, running down my chin.
When he was through pumping his load into my mouth, Greg released his hold on my
head and pulled me to my feet and kissed me warmly, taking great delight in
licking his own dripping jism from my face.
"Now let's do something about this!" he said, reaching down to grip my nearly
bursting cock in his strong hand.
I was so excited I almost shot my wad all over his flat belly right then and
there, but I held back because I had better plans for my lucky, stone-hard meat.
He eased me onto the couch and got between my spread thighs and began kissing my
crotch all over as I’d done to him, while he ran his slim fingers over and into
all my supersensitive areas. My cock was up as hard as it ever had been, much
harder than when I had only masturbated over fantasies about this very thing.
Reality was so much better, I decided.
That tongue of his had had a lot of experience with hard cock and it showed —
the way it flicked over the tip of my cock head and up and down the shaft and
under the balls and into the perineum and around and into my asshole was a sheer
delight.
"Mmmm — you taste good," he kept murmuring.
That was music to my ears, but I couldn't answer him. Overcome with emotion, I
could hardly breathe, much less speak. But then no words were necessary between
us; our bodies spoke eloquently enough. He raised his pretty head and with his
beautifully smiling face, he asked. "Want to fuck my ass?"
Did I? Wordlessly, I nodded yes. I made a hasty beeline to a nearby end table
where I kept a supply of condoms for just such a situation. Greg took it from
me, peeled off its wrapper, put the rubber in his mouth and then applied it to
my cock. It was the most exciting way a horny guy could get a condom installed
on his throbbing flesh, and I loved Greg for this clever method.
The hot, young blond boy moved over to a table near the big window and bent over
it with his palms flat on the surface of the table. His legs were spread and his
tight ass wiggled in seductive invitation.
"It's all yours, baby," he moaned huskily, in a throaty voice hoarse with
passion.
With my fully erect cock waggling in front of me like a divining rod, I moved
across the room to him. For a moment I knelt behind him and spread his ass
cheeks and applied my tongue to his hot, puckered fuck hole to get it nice and
wet. Then I rose and pointed the knob of my rubberized cock at that opening,
then slowly eased myself forward.
Greg was surely no virgin but still, his asshole was still the tightest I'd ever
experienced. It took me several minutes to get it all the way up inside him, and
then I had to pause while I felt his sphincter resisting and tightening
automatically around my invading flesh. After a moment he relaxed somewhat and I
slowly started the rhythmic in and out movements while I held onto his waist and
listened to his passionate murmurings urging me on.
I needed no urging. I hadn't fucked anyone or been fucked in a long time, and I
knew that I was making up for it now in quality that was so much better than any
quantity I might have had. I plowed up his backside with my firm tool, giving us
both the maximum pleasure. I wanted it to go on and on, for it to last forever,
but I was just too human and when his ass muscles tightened up again around my
invading cock like an iron and velvet fist, I couldn't help but shoot my cum in
spasm after spasm into him. It was wonderful. I'd never had such a hot fuck
session. My eyes were glazed with happiness, but when they cleared and looked
out the big picture window down into the patio, my heart stopped. Down there,
staring up at us in full view of the pool was Greg's husky roommate — who had
undoubtedly seen everything we’d been doing. As I watched him with a sinking
heart and dwindling cock, the big guy marched across the patio and headed in our
direction.
I quickly withdrew my cock from Greg's asshole and went into the bathroom to
flush the heavy cum-loaded condom down the toilet. When I got back to the living
room, there was an insistent banging on the door. I knew who it was and I told
Greg who merely smiled and said, "Don't worry — Steve knows I fool around."
Reluctantly, I opened the door and Steve bolted into my apartment. He was
dressed in a business suit, but he still looked more like a wrestler. He had
ruggedly handsome features and a heavily muscled body that no business clothes
could hide. Neither Greg nor I had bothered to cover our nakedness and for a
moment Steve looked from one of us to the other. Then his features broke into a
handsome smile and he extended a hand.
"My name's Steve," he said, "and you're Alan. My roommate Greg's been after me
to meet you so we could maybe have some fun and games together. I guess now's as
good a time as any! Care for a three way?"
It all came out in a machine gun burst of enthusiasm, and I closed my eyes and
breathed a sigh of relief. When I opened them up again I said, "I'd love it,"
but by then Steve was already taking off his suit.
Yes sir, there was no doubt about it. My sex life was definitely taking a turn
for the better!
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