He pushed me down. 'Spread those legs.' I did as he asked and I felt his lips and teeth on my butt cheeks.
'God, you're beautiful,' he said hoarsely. In short order, his lips were on my asshole, followed shortly by his tongue, and he was moistening me up real good.
'Oh, no. Never again,' I croaked. But there he was. I could feel the head of his dick at my asshole. He tried pushing it right in, but I wasn't anywhere near ready yet. He took his dick and slapped it against my butt cheeks and inserted first one finger, and then two, and then three and then pushed them apart, opening me up. And then his fingers were replaced by the head of his dick again. I tried to rise up, but he pushed me down with a strong paw on the small of my back. He used his other hand to help gain purchase for his cock, and when he was a good three inches in, he rotated his cock with his hand inside me, opening me more. Another inch and my sphincter took the cock and drew it farther in. As the helmet of his cock dragged across my prostate, I flinched and moaned. He was sighing and moaning as well, clearly enjoying this. He pushed in farther, a good five inches now. He took me by the hips with his hands and rocked me back and forth, more than half in, fucking me in midstream.
'Oh, yes, God, that's good. I've anticipated this for weeks. I could come right now.' But he obviously decided not to, because he stopped the action and stood very still, holding my hips in place for maybe three or four minutes. And then he just glided right in, all the way, maybe almost eight inches, into me, up to the hilt. I could feel his curly pubic hairs tickling my ass. Memories of Peter flooded back. How could I have denied how this felt?
He pumped me for maybe five minutes, rhythmically, taking long strokes and then short strokes. Then I felt his hand buried in the hair at the back of my head and his other hand just above my belly, and he was pulling me up to a standing position. He just held us there for a few minutes, my back against his heaving hairy chest, as he once again gained control of himself, bringing his breath into a shallower rhythm.
He then turned me back to the wall.
'See that pipe up there? Grab for it. With both hands. Hang on.' I did as he commanded, and he put his hands under my knees and lifted me off the floor. He was under me now, pumping his dick up my channel from below. This didn't last for long, though, broken off by another flash of lightning and another look around the shed. Not far away, burlap bags of grass seed were strung outside by side. Chad turned me again and laid me back on the bags. He was standing over me now, and only my shoulders were on the bags. My legs were draped up his torso and my ass met his crotch. He held one of my legs against him with one arm and was supporting me by my hip with the other. He had not lost his position inside me, though, and now he pumped down into me for a few minutes. Once again, he had to stop to hold himself in check, and this caused him to cramp up.
He slid me down onto the bags on my back and came down with me, behind me, onto his knees. Now he took my legs behind the knees and wish-boned them out as far as possible, opening me to the maximum to him. He pumped me deep and he must have grown to almost nine inches now, because I felt split in two and did some yelling and moaning and maybe added some sound to the thunder that was still rolling outside. Once again, he had to stop to rest and to check himself. He let my legs down, and with one hand, he massaged my chest, abs, and belly, and, with the other hand, he slowly pumped my cock back up and caused me to sigh and start writhing under him.
'How's that, Sport? Feel good now? Do you remember how good it feels now?'
I closed my eyes tightly and didn't answer.
'Tell me it feels good. Tell me that you will want me to do this again.'
I tried my best to ignore him. He pinched my nipples with one hand and squeezed my cock with the other simultaneously, and I involuntarily sent my hands to both locations. But, when I reached his hands, my body betrayed me, and I left them there, stroking his hands, rather than trying to get them off me.
Chad laughed. 'You won't answer, but your body betrays you. I know you've enjoyed this. But I want to hear you admit to it. To tell me we'll do this again.'
Silence.
'Okay,' he said, taking his hands away from my body. 'Here, over on your side.' His cock drew out of me completely, and I felt an involuntary stab of regret. I hoped, though, that this hadn't been conveyed to him. We couldn't do this ever again. I couldn't let him through my defenses ever again.
I went over on my side, and he was kneeling there beside me. He tried to kiss me on the lips again, but I turned my head once more. He scooted back to underneath me, lifted my right leg with his left hand, and glided his cock right back into my ass. He then went back to pumping me slowly but deeply, while his right hand went to my cock and balls. He weighed and cuddled and pulled and rolled my balls until I started moaning again. Then he went back to my cock. He pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go. He pulled his cock out of me briefly and leaned over and kissed my cock head and tongued it until it was moist and I began to grind my hips. His dick entered me again then and went back to a slow, deep pump, while he wrapped his hand around my dick, with his thumb applying pressure to the piss slit and stroked me in rhythm with his own pumping action. I was writhing and grinding myself pretty well now, and had my torso up so that I could reach his pecs and nipples and shoulders with my wildly wandering hands. I could hear his breathing getting heavier again now and I sensed we were both coming to a climax. But once again, he stopped the action and held both of us very still, but only briefly.
He lay down behind me, his cock up me as far as it would go, and brought my right leg down so that my ass canal closed in tightly around his cock. The muscles in my ass canal were contracting and releasing, caressing his cock. He wrapped his right arm around me with his hand coming back and massaging the nipple on my left breast. His other hand was giving my cock slow, deep strokes. We were both aware that I was about ready to shoot off again. I let my sphincter expand and contract, doing a job on his cock that was giving him a great deal of pleasure. I was remembering how Peter and I had experimented. He had his face in my neck, and he put his tongue in my ear and explored briefly.
Then he said, 'Admit it, you have no defenses left. You were just wanting me now just as much as I ever wanted you. Let's have that kiss now.'
He raised his head up and I turned and met him this time, opening fully to his lips and tongue, giving as well as I was giving. We were in that position when I felt his cock jerk inside me and bathe my insides with his cum. Almost simultaneously I ejaculated again myself.
We lay there for a good fifteen minutes, listening to the thunderstorm move off in the distance and to the beating of each other's heart. He pulled me over him so that I lay stretched out above him, his cock still up my ass and my cock waving in the air.
'We didn't finish removing the stumps,' he said softly, at great length.
A moment of silence.
'No,' I then answered meekly.
'We must do that'
'Yes,' softly.
'Tomorrow.'
'Yes.'
'But first I'd like to show up what can be done with that big stump.'
Momentary silence.
'Yes,' almost a whisper.
'And maybe the ax handle.'
Silence.
Peter told me about the baseball bat. And I know about the night of the double
Silence, but I shuddered.
'And maybe the ax handle,' Chad repeated.
'Yes,' weakly.
'And the day after that.'
'Yes,' no more than a whisper.
The door of the shed opened and a big, black dude was backlit in the door frame.
'Chad, that you? You told me to come over about now.'
'Yep, Ned, it's me . . . And this is the lovely piece of ass I was telling you about.'
'No,' I moaned, trying to rise up off Chad, but he held me fast, with his arms wrapped around my chest above, with his legs wrapped around mine below, and skewered on his cock, which was on the rise again.
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'Yes, I see,' Ned said, coming over and looming above us. 'Are you sure you were told he can do double?'
'No,' I moaned.
'Yes,' Chad mimicked my moan.
I lay there, bound and skewered while big Ned peeled off his T-shirt and his shorts. He stood above us so that both Chad and I could clearly see him working his tool. He was wiry and lean, but very well cut. But his most prominent feature was his long, thin cock, which sported a large mushroom cap.
Chad grabbed for my wrists and pulled my arms above my head and outwards while Ned pushed our legs apart and crouched there between them.
'Very nice, very nice, indeed,' he said and then gave a low whistle. He ran his hands over my thighs and my belly, abs, and chest. He gave me some licking there as well.
'Umm. Budweiser,' he murmured.
Despite the predicament, my cock began to harden noticeably. He went down on me then, sucking noisily and twisting and turning my cock, getting it ever stiffer. At length, he crouched over my torso, his legs straddling my sides and slowly sank his ass down on my cock. I lost some of my tension, then, thinking that this might not be so bad. I even let him bring his mouth, with his big, thick, sensual lips to my mouth and give me a deep, lingering kiss. His mouth tasted minty, not at all what I expected. While we kissed, he pumped my cock in his ass. I came again rather quickly.
This proved to be a mistake; because it became obvious that now it was big Ned's turn. While still in the kiss, he pulled his ass up off me, took both of my legs in his long slender hands and pushed them up and out. This rolled my ass up and dropped Chad's dick at the lower end of my ass canal. Then, horrors of horrors, I felt Ned's dick head at my asshole, above Chad's cock, He slowly entered me, stifling my screams with his lips and by forcing his tongue down my throat. Chad began to twitch and moan at the sensation of another cock up my ass with his, sliding along on top of his cock. I was panting and writhing, which only helped Ned's tool to move in and up and only excited Chad more. In all the way now, Ned slowly began to pump me, and Chad joined in the rhythm. And I passed out.
When I awoke, I was alone in the garden shed, the door flapping open, and a gentle breeze wafting in and caressing my body …. And there was a good four inches of the ax handle up my ass.
--The End--
The End of Daniel's Daydreaming.
Daniel was a shy type of student. He was gay but it was unknown to his classmates, even to his new roommate, Peter. His new roommate looked so good Daniel would often masturbate about him. He would daydream many times at any place. He was trying to stop his urge toward Peter but one night changed it all.
The night his daydreaming ended. How?
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The room was dainty, there was only a small portion of it being lit in a dark glow, lying on it was Peter. He was fully nude, his legs were tangled up in the blanket as he was lying on his back. He had a nicely curved chest and a muscular body with a lean and long torso that seemed so smooth as the light reflected on it. Daniel scanned over Peter's body, he followed ever curve and every form. Daniel let his eyes scan through Peter's legs, the hair was there and evenly distributed, especially along Peter's lower calves.
Peter woke up and leaned up on his elbows, he then turned to Daniel and beamed a smile that was very comforting and gentle.
“Hey, Daniel, come here, to the bed...” Peter murmured as Daniel sat up slowly.
- - -
Daniel masturbated while he was sitting up at his desk. One side of his mouth was covered with drool before he wiped it off. He had fallen asleep. Then he was awoken by the loud sound of commotion outside his room, there were people laughing and walking around. Daniel looked around and checked if anyone had seen him. He stared at his bed, it was empty, it was messy and he was just alone his room.
He stood up from his desk and stretched his arms over his head then gently twisted his torso to make the tightness he was feeling disappear. He opened the door and saw Christoph, Pablo and Ernest standing in front of Miko's door, they were talking about some bar they had gone to last night. Pablo saw Daniel looking and nodded, the latter responded by the same nod to acknowledge before going back in. Looking at his wristwatch, Daniel realized it was already five thirty and he was already hungry.
Daniel closed his laptop, then put aside the textbook and grabbed his iPhone and went out the room. Daniel then headed across the campus to the cafeteria. He saw the leaves from different trees falling down and some had even turned orange and brown already, it was a sign that fall was coming. It was Saturday and only a few students were at the campus as he walked through the sidewalk. He was listening to his favorite music while confronting his confusions and longings. He had been feeling that way and it was developing more.
Peter was not only a character in his imagination, he was a resemblance of a guy, his roommate, whom he had been sharing a dorm room for the last two weeks. It was only two weeks and Daniel was already caught and wrecked. He didn't know how he would survive sharing the tiny room with Peter. For the first few days, they had been shy from each other, cautious for their movements and what they uttered about. Then Peter started being started to show a certain exhibitionist style and Daniel felt his suppressed longings surfaced.
There were only a few changes in the room at first, nothing special, seeing each other wearing boxers neither was out of ordinary. Daniel knew some of the guys do the same thing, some were even fond of displaying their bodies as they go to the shower room. Christoph and Ernest were notorious for being exhibitionists, they would go down to take a shower with a towel draped on their necks and their bodies totally exposed. But Daniel could handle that vision, he had been used to it and did not find it interesting. Then, Peter started being naked completely in their room when taking a shower or even just changing clothes. The fact that the room was small made Daniel too close, physically to Peter whenever he changes clothes. Daniel tried to fight the urge to stare at Peter's body, to really stare, so he insisted on short glances instead. It was like the focus one gives to anyone during a conversation. Daniel would keep his eyes looking at Peter's face and avoiding to roam down too much, frequently, trying not to manifest his desire to look at Peter's naked body.
Peter was lean, tall, had a nicely curved body from bicycling, hiking and climbing. He regularly went to the pool and swam different styles. Peter's tanned but fair skin shined in the light of the room as his muscles and every form of the body were being revealed. Daniel was aware from the very first time he met Peter that his attraction towards the guy would be problematic, though he didn't have any idea how hard it was going to be to live in such a small room with Peter. Daniel felt his attraction toward Peter was so intense that he would feel short of breath when he let his thoughts wander on the possibilities and make his body aroused in a very realistic way.
Daniel started comparing every man he would see at the cafeteria or at the park with the guy dominated his thoughts, Peter. There were tall, lean, short, muscular, dark hair, stocky, blonde guys, Daniel kept comparing them to Peter. Over the last few days, Daniel had seen Peter naked many times that it felt personal every time in their dorm room, every time the door was closed and there were only two of them inside. The image of Peter's dick formed into his mind very frequently that Daniel became worried if it was normal, wondered if he normal of thinking such things so much. Daniel was picturing how the dick hung between Peter's legs, the shape of the dick head and the slit of it and he imagined how it would feel like to suck that dick and slide it through his lips, gliding through his tongue as it penetrates his mouth. Then he had a vision of how he would suck all of that dick's cum and swallow all of it no matter what the taste would be like.
“Hey Daniel, did you finish the geometry?” Peter asked while he was sitting down on the other side of the desk.
“Oh, uhm, yes” Daniel replied. He was surprised to see Peter across the desk when he had just been fantasizing him in sexual ways, Daniel reached under the desk and adjusted his dick within his
boxer shorts.
"Do you want to watch that movie?"
He was unsure first of what movie Peter was referring to, then he recalled them having a discussion of the new action movie that had started on Thursday.
"Sure, that would be great! Do you know the time schedules?" - - -
It was crowded inside the theater, Peter and Daniel were seated in the middle of the second front row as they watched the movie scenes unfolded. Their popcorn bags were placed at their feet and their sodas in the cup holders. Peter's leg was moving back and forth in a rocking motion as the action scenes in the movie unfolded. It kept bumping Daniel's knee till Daniel noticed it and became aware of it. Every touch and contact of Peter's knee against his felt sensational and ticklish to Daniel. Daniel let his legs open wider to make the contact between Peter's knee. It was quickly rewarded by a push of Peter's knee against his own. The skin of Peter's knee was warm and felt like electrifying for Daniel.
Peter's hand roamed through his own knee, gently rested on it and not moving an inch for a long time. Then he felt Peter's fingers move, squeezed his leg and moved over the skin below his crotch. A scene in the movie rendered the theater dark and dimmed further, he felt Peter's hand move higher, to his thigh and press his growing hard-on. The fingers of Peter made him fully erect and Peter leaned to him and kissed his ear...
"What the hell? Look at that!" Peter shouted as he bumped Daniel on his shoulder, getting his attention. Daniel realized he was again daydreaming, it was all an illusion, he looked embarrassed though the darkness in the theater made it unseen to Peter. Daniel looked over and had seen the expression on Peter's face, Daniel was lost in the story of the movie he then leaned back, relieved and tried to comprehend to the movie again.
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