Aroused

by Wolfe, Sean

  I almost gagged at the first swallow, but it didn’t take long before I realized I loved the taste of his cum. I swallowed it eagerly, and kept sucking on his cock for several minutes after he’d stopped spewing into my mouth. Eventually his cock got soft, and I reluctantly let it go.

  I looked up at José and saw he was still asleep, so I pulled his briefs back up and crawled back up to my side of the bed. My own cock was as hard as it had ever been. So hard it hurt. I wrapped my fist around it and began beating off very slowly and very quietly.

  “Want some help with that?”

  I stopped mid-stroke and prayed my heart wouldn’t pound its way out of my chest.

  “What?” I croaked.

  “Fair is fair.” José leaned over and kissed me on the lips as his fist wrapped around my cock and slowly stroked up and down. At first he just touched his lips to mine and applied a little pressure. But then he licked my lips and slid his tongue inside my mouth.

  I panicked. “José,” I whispered, “what are you doing?”

  “I’m kissing you,” he said in that sexy accent, and then slid his tongue back inside and kissed me again.

  I’d never imagined anything feeling or tasting so good. His tongue was soft and warm and minty, and it slid inside my mouth and licked my lips. Then he sucked my tongue into his mouth, and ...

  . . . I shot my load all over his hand. More than that, it flew past his hand and across my stomach and chest. My orgasm went on for what seemed like minutes, and when I was finished, my entire torso, and part of José’s arm was covered in warm, sticky cum.

  “I’m so sorry,” I stuttered and panted at the same time. “I didn’t mean to ...”

  “It’s okay,” José said, and leaned down to kiss me again. When he finished kissing my lips, he continued kissing down my chin and neck. Then he reached my chest and licked and kissed his way down my chest and stomach, licking up as much of my cum as he could.

  My dick was starting to get soft after cumming so much. But when José slid back up to my face and kissed me again, I hardened instantly. His tongue was covered with my cum, and I sucked on it greedily. The combination of my still-warm cum and his tongue made me harder than I’d ever been.

  “Are you ready for more?” he asked.

  “More?” I said in a dazed whisper.

  “Turn over.”

  I rolled onto my stomach without questioning him. He maneuvered his way between my legs and spread them apart with his own. Never before had I been this exposed to anyone, let alone another guy, and I felt a little nervous and uncertain. A second later José’s tongue found my ass crack and licked around it, and I tightened up like a San Quentin lockdown.

  “José ...”

  “Shhh,” he whispered. “I know. But don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I promise. Just relax.”

  I bit my pillow and took a couple of deep breaths, and in a few seconds I indeed was relaxing. A moment later, when José’s warm, wet tongue slid into my hole, I moaned much louder than intended.

  “Shhhhh,” José laughed, and then went right back in. His tongue licked around the hole for a moment, then slid slowly back inside my ass.

  My cock throbbed painfully beneath me and threatened to shoot all over my sheets each time José’s tongue snaked its way deep inside me. Those lights I saw earlier returned, and this time they were accompanied by a loud ringing noise in my head. Each time he pulled his tongue out, I arched my back and butt into the air, begging him to stick it back in.

  José laughed and slid up next to me, then turned me around so that I was lying on my back next to him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “There’s so much more, if you want it,” he whispered into my ear as he nibbled on it.

  “I want it,” I moaned.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I said, and leaned in to kiss him on the lips again.

  “All right,” he said, and rolled over until he straddled my chest. His fat, semi-hard uncut cock was only inches from my face, and he slapped it playfully against my lips and chin. When I reached out with my tongue to lick it, he pulled it away. “Nope. You’ve had that already.”

  “But I want it again,” I pleaded.

  “No. This time you get more.”

  “More?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  José spat into his hand a couple of times, then reached behind him and slid his fist up and down the length of my cock. I moaned and bucked my hips as he repeated the action a couple of times.

  My eyes were closed and I grabbed the sides of the mattress as the sensations of his fist pumping my cock brought shocks of pleasure to every inch of my body. I felt his body lift from mine, and a second later my cock head was pressing against his ass hole.

  “José, what are you ...”

  He slid down my cock just enough for the head to pop inside, then stopped and took a deep breath.

  Fireworks exploded inside my head, and the room began to spin around me. José’s ass muscles gripped my cock head and twitched all around it. His ass was hot and wet and tight and strong all at once. I couldn’t breathe, and when I saw him lean down toward me, I thought he was going to give me mouth-to-mouth. Instead, he licked my lips and slid his tongue slowly inside to kiss me. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, he lowered himself onto my cock. When his ass finally reached the base of my cock, and squeezed my shaft teasingly, I thought I would pass out.

  “You okay with all this?” he asked as he kissed my lips again.

  “Oh yes,” I kinda moaned, kinda whimpered.

  “Then fuck me.”

  At first I panicked, because I’d never had sex before, and wasn’t sure I knew how to do it. But I seriously doubted anyone had taken lessons before their first time, and that it probably came naturally. It did.

  I slid my cock slowly out of José’s ass until just the head remained inside, then slid it just as slowly back in. It seemed to do the trick, because he moaned loudly and planted his hands on my chest as he rode my dick. I looked up at him as we began moving together as a machine. My god, he was gorgeous. His chest was powerfully muscled, without being grotesque, and his tiny nipples grew hard as drops of sweat dripped down his chest and across them. Six deeply indented rows of hard muscle tightened across his abdomen as he slid up and down my cock, and I thought stupidly that I could get grill marks on a steak if I slapped it across his abs. His eyes were closed most of the time, but when he opened them, they sparkled as he looked into mine and smiled.

  I was such an amateur at this, so it didn’t take long at all before I lost all control and felt my balls tighten. I slammed my cock deep and hard into José’s ass and made a noise that frighteningly resembled a frustrated horse trying to be corralled.

  “Are you cumming, baby?” José asked as he leaned down to kiss me.

  Just hearing him call me “baby” with that fucking sexy accent of his was enough to drive me way over the edge. “Yes,” I whinnied.

  He slid off my cock in one quick move, and maneuvered down my body so that his head rested on my stomach.

  “Move, José,” I said as I grabbed my cock and pumped. “I’m gonna cum.”

  “Like hell,” he said.

  The first shot flew right past his face and landed on my own lips. I instinctively licked it off and swallowed it as the next seven or eight spews of cum splashed across José’s face. He moaned loudly as each spray hit him, and then hugged me tightly when he was sure there was no more.

  “Are you ready for more?” he asked as he licked his lips.

  “More?” I managed to squeak out.

  “I’m so fucking close, I gotta shoot again,” he said, and crawled back on top of my chest.

  “Give it to me,” I begged.

  He stroked his cock a few times, and then cum was flying everywhere. It hit the headboard, the pillows on either side of me, and covered my face. I lapped up as much of it as I could, and José licked off the rest. Then he kissed me again, rewarding me with even more of his
cum from his tongue.

  We kissed for several minutes, then lay wrapped in one another’s arms as we caught our breath. The last thing I remember that night was hearing snoring and not knowing whether it was me or José.

  That month that I’d dreaded so much turned out to be the best month of my life, and passed way too quickly. José and I had sex every single night of that month. Mother was never the wiser. She was thrilled that José and I got along so wonderfully and that we spent every free moment together. She thought he was teaching me to speak Spanish, and although I did pick up enough to insult someone’s mother and get my ass kicked, I hardly learned to speak the language.

  Revenge of the Newbie

  Patterson Hall. The name couldn’t have been more plain or boring. The double-story red brick square building was nondescript and didn’t have a single feature distinguishing it from any of the other dozens of buildings that dotted the hundred-acre campus of Bouvieux College.

  I took a deep breath and lugged my four suitcases across the sidewalk and up the couple of steps that led to the main entrance. Inside was warm and a little overly furnished in Colonial décor. A small bell clanged as the door opened and shut, and a moment later I heard a voice coming from upstairs.

  “Just a sec,” the male voice said loudly. “I’ll be right down.”

  I looked around and took another deep breath. Was this really a place I could spend the next four years? I felt like I’d stepped through a magical door onto the set of Gone With the Wind. Maybe I could transfer to another dorm after the first trimester.

  “What’s up, dude? How can I help you?”

  I looked up and watched as the body accompanying the voice bounded down the stairs two at a time. He was shirtless and wore nothing but a pair of ratted and torn long gray gym shorts. A shiny layer of sweat covered every inch of visible skin, and I watched as a couple of drops dripped across his nipples and down his perfectly smooth torso. They got trapped inside the rippled muscles of his washboard abs, then gathered enough momentum to continue down his thin, but dark treasure trail.

  “Hello?” he said as he came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. He was now only a couple of feet away from me.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled, and forced myself to look from his naked torso to his face. His blond hair dripped with sweat and fell lazily across his forehead. His eyes were bright blue and sparkled when I looked into them. A light pink blush covered his cheeks and matched the color of his full and sensuous lips. He smiled, and twin dimples framed his mouth. I thought I would faint right there. “I’m supposed to check in with Tarik.”

  “That’s me,” he said, and held out his hand. It was strong and firm, yet surprisingly soft and welcoming to the touch. “You must be the newbie.”

  “I guess,” I said awkwardly. “I’m Kent.”

  “Excellent,” Tarik said, and looked me up and down. “Excellent. I’m the RA. You’re gonna be in Room 214. Top of the stairs and all the way down the hall on the left. The rooms are small here, but we don’t have to share them. At our age, that’s a good thing, don’t you think? I mean, boys need to be boys, right?”

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of his full, soft lips, but pulled myself together enough to laugh along with him.

  “I’m in 212, right next door to you. Go on up and relax. Take a look around if you wanna. I was just working out, and smell like an overworked whore. I’m gonna grab a quick shower and then I’ll stop by and show you around a little more formally. You can hang with me tonight and I’ll introduce you to all the essentials.”

  “Thanks,” I barely whispered.

  Tarik turned and ascended the stairs two at a time, and disappeared down the hall.

  “Shit,” I said as I exhaled and concentrated on catching my breath.

  I’d just graduated from high school a couple months earlier. Layton, Texas, with a population of just under 2,000 is not exactly the picture of metropolitan life. For the last two years of high school I’d struggled with the dark secret of my obsession with and attraction to guys. There wasn’t a single cute guy in Layton, or in any of the surrounding small towns, so keeping my secret hadn’t been too hard. My only crushes were on TV or movie stars, and I could just slip into my room and beat off to the teenaged Clark Kent on the small tube or, on rare occasion, pop a video of a half-naked Brad Pitt or Orlando Bloom into the VCR and beat off until I was purple in the face.

  My freshman year in college was really my first adventure into the real world, and as I stood paralyzed with my lust and desire for Tarik, I realized how totally unprepared I was. I’d never seen anyone as beautiful as him. The guys I’d grown up with in Layton didn’t even come close. Even Brad and Orlando might have trouble holding their own were they in the same room with him.

  I sighed, and lugged my suitcases up the stairs. Halfway down the hall, behind a closed door, I heard the shower running and Tarik’s voice as it sang loudly to the latest Maroon 5 song. A few steps farther and I was looking into his room. A single-sized bed occupied one wall of the room, and a Soloflex workout station dominated the opposite wall. A small desk abutted the foot of the bed, and was overflowing with books, clothes and an open bag of Doritos. Strewn across the unmade bed were the gray shorts Tarik had been wearing, and a black jockstrap. His sneakers lay on their sides on the floor beside the bed. The raw and exciting smell of sweat and young man wafted out of the room, and I inhaled deeply to drink it all in. My cock hardened and I fought off the urge to grab the jockstrap and run off to my own room where I could be alone and naked with Tarik’s sweat and scent.

  Instead, I rolled my suitcases into my room next door and shut the door behind me. The room, empty of personal belongings, seemed small and cold and sterile. The only furnishings were a single bed identical to Tarik’s, a desk attached to the foot of the bed, and a wooden chair in front of the desk. Already I missed home, and I lay on the bed without unpacking my suitcases. I’d never lived alone, or even been away from home for any period of time. I didn’t know a single person here, and Layton and all my friends were a four-hour plane ride away. Maybe I’d made a big mistake.

  Then Tarik’s face appeared in my mind, with his perfect white teeth, seducing bedroom eyes, and soft pink lips, and I thought maybe I hadn’t made a mistake after all. As I pictured his face, I imagined his kissable lips drawing my cock into his warm mouth and sucking on it until I couldn’t breathe. I’d never had those kinds of thoughts about someone I actually knew, and thinking about Brad and Orlando with my cock in their mouths didn’t really seem to count, so I was astonished at how strongly I pictured this act and how hard it made my cock.

  I reached down and pulled my dick out of my jeans. It was already fully hard and throbbed in my hands as I stroked it. The big veins popped out on it and pulsed the blood through the shaft, and I moaned as my fist slid up and down its length. I shoved my jeans to my ankles and spread my legs as wide as I could without sliding my jeans all the way off. As my fist reached the base of my cock, I scooped my balls into my other hand and massaged them.

  I moaned loudly and was just about to shove my finger into my ass when I heard a loud banging sound on the wall next to me.

  “You in there, Kent?” I heard from the other side of the wall.

  “Yes,” I croaked out quietly and then repeated more loudly as I stopped pumping my cock in mid-stroke.

  “Come on over. We can talk while I get ready.”

  I looked down at my cock, already red and starting to drip a little precum. I wanted more than anything to shoot my load and then curl up and fall asleep for a couple hours. “Ummm, now isn’t a great time,” I yelled into the wall.

  “Get over here. You can unpack later.”

  “Okay,” I said to the wall before I could stop myself. “Shit!”

  I stood up and took a deep breath. My cock bobbed in front of me, defiant in its unwillingness to soften. “You bitch!” I hissed at it, and pulled my jeans up to cover its obvious insubordination.

  I wal
ked next door and stood for a moment, watching as Tarik stood naked in his room and dried himself off. His back was to me, and as he slid the towel up and down and across his body, I couldn’t peel my eyes from his ass. It was perfectly round and hard and smooth, and white in contrast to the golden tan that covered the rest of his body. My cock jumped in my jeans, and I closed my eyes and counted to ten to help myself from creaming my jeans.

  When I opened my eyes, Tarik was turned around and staring at me. The towel was draped around his neck, and he was holding it at both ends on either side of his torso. He stood with his legs about shoulder length apart. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but it didn’t work. They wandered down his chest, taking in the beautiful sight of his nipples standing erect and proud against his tanned chest, and even farther down past his six-pack abs and to the treasure trail I’d drooled over earlier.

  And then it was there. Even soft, his cock was long and thick, and swung slightly between his legs as he swayed his hips. It was a shade or two lighter than the tanned skin on his legs and torso, and covered with a sheath of foreskin riddled with thick veins. As I stared, it bobbed up and down a couple of times, taunting me.

  “Come in and shut the door,” Tarik said as he tossed the towel onto the Soloflex machine.

  I took a couple of steps inside and closed the door behind me. I just stood there for a moment, bewitched as I watched his cock thicken and harden in front of me.

  “Come here,” Tarik whispered.

  I looked up at him and prayed that I didn’t look desperate as I forced myself to swallow.

  “Jeez, you look like you’re gonna cry,” Tarik said as he smiled. “Are you okay?”