by Wolfe, Sean
But now he wanted to meet in person, and that was a whole other ballgame. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I mean, could I trust him? We’d chatted a lot, but that didn’t mean shit. He could be a serial killer for all I knew. Online, people can tell you whatever they want. And without my sight, I was afraid I’d be completely out of control when meeting him. I’d not met anyone like this since the accident, and I wasn’t at all sure I should do it. I was afraid.
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I took a deep breath and held it for several seconds as I pondered. What was at stake here? I could be killed. What did I know about this guy? He seemed nice, and up until now I’d trusted him. Why didn’t I trust him now? Because I was a coward and afraid of my own fucking shadow. How could I overcome my fear and be the spontaneous and adventurous man I’d always been? I could let him come over.
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I was shocked at his indignant manner. And then I realized my heart was beating erratically because I was excited at the prospect of meeting him for the first time and at the thought of his surprise.
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I heard the door open slowly, and I thought I’d die with the pounding of my heart. I was naked and shivering, despite the fact that I’d turned the heater up to seventy-five before stripping and jumping excitedly into bed. My mouth and throat felt like sandpaper as I forced myself to swallow.
A moment later I felt him standing above me, right next to my side of the bed. I could smell his scent, a mix of soap and light sweat and the remnants of earthy cologne applied earlier that day.
His lips touched mine with the gentlest of pressure. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth just slightly. His tongue slipped inside and began exploring. At first I just allowed it to lick and kiss me. Then I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it deep into my mouth. It was soft and sweet.
We kissed for several minutes, and then I felt a hot, wet mouth envelop my cock and suck gently on my head. God, it felt so good, and I moaned around his tongue as I lifted my hips from the bed, to let another inch or two of my cock slide ...
But wait. I was still kissing his mouth. How could it be sucking my cock? It took a long moment for me to realize the hot mouth sucking my dick was a different hot mouth than the one I was kissing. I panicked, and lost my breath as I pulled away and struggled to sit up in bed.
The hot mouth never let go of my hard cock, and strong hands gripped my shoulders and pushed me gently back down onto the bed. I felt the sweat begin at my face and work its way quickly down my body, and knew it wasn’t from the heat in the room. My heart raced painfully fast, and I began to shiver again.
“Just relax,” he whispered into my ear. His voice was deeper and stronger than I’d imagined, and despite my fear, I felt myself harden even more. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. No one here is going to hurt you.”
No one here? What the fuck did he mean by that?
A second later I felt what seemed like a dozen hands caressing my body and keeping me pinned to the bed. All the while, the mouth on my cock never relented, and sucked my dick until I thought I’d explode.
I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could utter a word, it was filled with a semi-hard cock. I was speechless and struggled to breathe through my nose as my mouth wrapped around the cock. Despite my fear and the shock of it all, I was harder than ever and adrenaline rushed through my body like it was competing in the Indy 500.
I sucked tentatively on the head for a moment, then took another couple of inches into my mouth and lapped at it hungrily. It didn’t seem to be very long, but it was really fat, and took no time at all to fill my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” my friend whispered into my ear, and I realized it wasn’t his cock I was sucking on. “Suck his cock, dude. It’s so thick and sweet, isn’t it? You should see his face. You’re making his eyes roll into the back of his head!”
I took another inch of the cock into my mouth and sucked greedily on it. I was drunk with the taste of it, the feel of the warm wet mouth sucking my own cock, and the sound of my friend’s voice urging the action on.
A couple of seconds later I felt another pair of hands on my ankles. They spread my legs far apart and then lightly caressed their way up my legs. When they reached my hips, they rolled my balls around for a moment and tugged on them gently. Then they let go of my balls and moved down to my ass. I took a deep breath as I felt the fingers tickle my ass hole and pry my cheeks apart slightly. I felt the inevitable orgasm begin to build in my nuts, and moaned loudly.
The other guys must have known I was close, because all of a sudden everything just stopped.
“Don’t stop,” I tried to yell around the still hard, fat cock in my mouth.
There was a flurry of motion all around me, and I felt disoriented. A moment later I felt a pair of hands on either side of me grab me under the arms, and another pair of hands on either side of me grab me under the knees. I was lifted effortlessly off the bed, and floated through the air, carried by strong hands all over my body. Then I felt myself being lowered.
“It’s my turn now,” my friend said from below me. “I want you.”
“I want you, too,” I growled, unable to rein in my desire. His voice was so strong and deep and sexy. It sounded completely in control and so different from the mechanical voice I’d heard on my computer. I wanted him to control every inch of my being.
His cock head was hot and hard as it just grazed my hole. I gasped as it touched my sphincter, then I relaxed and shuddered in anticipation. The hands carrying me lifted me a couple of inches, just out of reach of his dick, and I felt the air in the room kiss my hot hole. I wanted my friend’s dick in me more than anything, and when I felt myself being lowered again, I moaned and squirmed in their grip. Again I felt his cock head, but this time the hands allowed me to remain in contact with it.
“Let me fall,” I said desperately. “I want his cock inside me.”
I heard a few laughs, but the hands lifted me again.
“No,” I moaned, and struggled to get closer to his cock.
“Don’t be mean, guys,” my friend said, and I nearly shot my load just at the sound of his voice. “Let him have it.”
I felt myself being lowered again, and drew in a deep breath. This time when the head kissed my twitching hole, the hands didn’t stop; they allowed the fat, hard head to slip inside my ass. I moaned with delight as my ass muscles danced around his hot cock head.
“Fuck, dude,” my friend moaned. “That’s awesome. Lemme have some more, guys.”
And they did. The hands around me relaxed a little, and I felt myself lower another couple of inches on my friend’s cock. It felt really long and thick, and I shuddered as my ass opened up and slid down it. After a couple of inches, my ass tightened up and I stopped. I felt like I was on fire. I felt like I’d never been fucked before, and I was eating it up.
“Ready for the rest of it?” my friend asked.
“Yes,” I panted.
This time, instead of the hands just allowing my body to lower with its own weight, they pushed me gently down on the giant cock in one steady but strong move. My ass opened up easily and welcomed the big dick deep inside.
“Fuck me!” I almost yelled, and my friend did.
His big dick slid in and out of my ass for several minutes. He went deep into my gut and stopped only when his balls rested against my ass cheeks. Then he withdrew until only the head remained inside my ass. He slid back in and repeated his actions until I thought I’d die.
Soon I felt a hand open my mouth, and a second later I was sucking on a long hard cock. I could tell it wasn’t the one I’d sucked earlier. This one was much longer, not as
thick, and was covered with a thin layer of foreskin. I sucked on it hungrily as my friend fucked my ass. I loved the taste of the cock, and the feel of the thick vein that ran underneath the shaft as it slid across my tongue.
I don’t know when it happened, exactly, but a little later I realized that as I was sucking the cock and being fucked by my friend, someone else was sucking my cock. The mouth was hot and very talented, and I knew it wouldn’t take too much more of this before I shot all over the place.
Just then another pair of hands pushed on my shoulders gently from behind. I leaned forward a few inches, which probably made it a little awkward for the guy sucking my cock to continue, but he was persistent and kept sucking like a baby on its last bottle. The guy in front of me refused to let his cock slip from my mouth, and followed me lower onto the bed. I had a big dick in my mouth, another up my ass, and a hot mouth wrapped around my cock. I didn’t think it could get any better than this. But I was wrong.
“Just relax,” my friend whispered. “Take a deep breath and don’t think about it.”
Think about what? I wondered. And then I felt another cock head press against my hole. There’s no way, I thought as I took a deep breath and pretended not to think about it. The cock in my ass is already filling me up completely. There’s no way!
Apparently there was a way, because a second later the head slipped inside. I gasped in ecstasy that should have been pain. The cock rested inside my ass for just a second, then slid deep inside in one slow but steady move. When both cocks were buried deep inside me they just lay there for a moment, throbbing against one another.
Then both cocks slid in and out of my ass in synch with each other. As my friend slid deep inside my ass, the other guy slid almost all the way out, until only his head remained inside me. Then he slid slowly back inside as my friend withdrew his big dick. There wasn’t an inch of my ass that wasn’t being fucked with hot cock for even a fraction of a second.
There was no way in hell I was gonna last very long with all that action going on. The guy sucking my dick clamped down tightly and sucked with a vengeance. He obviously wanted to drink my cum. And now. I followed suit and flicked my tongue around the cock in my mouth as I sucked it deep into my throat. Both cocks slid in and out faster and deeper with each thrust.
The guy in my mouth shot first. His cock was buried deep in my throat when he let go with his load, and I swallowed all of it hungrily before allowing him to withdraw. That was all it took for me, and I moaned deeply as I tensed my body and shot my own load. The mouth wrapped around my dick wasn’t as skilled at finishing me off as he was at getting me there. He only took a shot or two of my cum in his mouth, then pulled off and allowed the rest of it to shoot wherever.
Wherever was apparently all over my friend’s face and chest, because he moaned loudly, and then I felt him wiping at his face. A second later he pushed me up and off both big cocks in a move that left me feeling empty and lonely. I lay on the bed next to him and allowed myself to be wrapped in his strong arms. At the same time I felt the foot of the bed shift, and knew the other guy who was fucking me had stood up and was now towering over me and my friend.
“FUUUUUUCK,” the guy groaned.
My friend pulled my face up to his and kissed me tenderly on the lips just as I was showered with hot cum. I felt it coming from the guy above us, and also from my friend’s cock at my side. It seemed to go on forever, flying across my arms, stomach, legs, and face.
When it finally stopped, everyone stood perfectly still and quiet. I eventually regained my ability to breath, and squirmed just a little bit beneath my friend’s firm hold.
“Thanks, guys,” he said in that voice that drove me fucking crazy. “I think we’re good from here on out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Then they were gone. As quietly and undetected as they’d arrived. When we were alone, I caressed my friend’s stomach and hairy chest with my fingers. I traced his strong, masculine face and leaned down to kiss him.
“So ... I’m Mike,” I said.
He laughed and hugged me tightly to him, then rolled me onto my side, and pressed his hard cock against my ass.
1 + 1 = 9
“ Fuck You!” I screamed at the alarm as it screeched at 7:15 in the morning. I pulled my hands from beneath the blankets and slapped at the clock. When I couldn’t locate the sleep button, I ripped the cord from the wall and flung the clock across the room. My roommate yelled something unintelligible at me, and then rolled over and pulled the blankets back over his head.
I am not a morning person. Never have been.
But today was a particularly bad morning, because in less than two hours I would be facing the defining moment of the rest of my life. Whether or not I remained in school, eventually graduated, and ultimately landed my dream job and became a very wealthy man.
My Statistics final exam. Math is not my best or favorite subject. Never has been. And Statistics is the mother of all math classes. In high school I had barely passed my Algebra and Calculus required courses. And now that I was in college I found I had to take another, and harder course. It was almost, but not quite, enough to make me switch majors. But I wanted more than anything to be a psychologist, so I agreed to the mandatory class, and moaned and groaned my way through it. I’d pissed away my freshman year with fluff classes and ones I knew I could sail through. But now, at the end of my sophomore year at Stanford, I was faced with the inevitable. I couldn’t go any further without passing this one test.
“Fuck you,” I said again at no one or nothing in particular. I swung my legs from under the covers and stumbled naked to the showers.
Our dorm was one of the oldest on campus, and didn’t have private showers in each room, as some of the newer ones did. Instead, each floor, which consisted of fourteen rooms, shared a communal shower and restroom. Truth be known, it was the one deciding factor in my choosing that particular dorm over some of the more modern ones. That, and the fact that it cost about half the price.
I flung my towel over one of the pegs outside the shower entrance, and stepped inside. I was the first one in the shower this morning, as I almost always was. Setting my clock fifteen minutes earlier than everyone else gave me a few strategic moments to wake up, lather up, and get it up, just in time for the onslaught of my fellow dorm mates. I stood under the flow of steaming water, allowing it to warm my skin for a few minutes. Then I squirted some shower gel across my torso and began rubbing it in.
I lift weights for two hours every day, and also play on the basketball and track teams at school, so my body is in great shape. The wandering eyes of the other guys in the showers doesn’t escape me, and I really get off on feeling and rubbing my own hands across my hard, muscled body. I spent a little time tweaking my nipples, and caressed my chest and stomach, closing my eyes and reveling in the hot water and soft touch of my own hands. Then I worked my way down past my tummy to my cock.
It was already rock hard. It doesn’t take long to get me there. Never has. Fully hard it’s just a bit over eight inches, and very thick. I’m a real blond, and the short clipped hair around the base of my cock seems almost white against the dark tanned skin around it. I was circumcised as a baby, which was probably a mistake. My cock gets so hard that it strains to stay in its skin and turns bright red with any exertion whatsoever. Sometimes I’m so hard it hurts.
I wrapped my fist around my cock and slid my soapy hand up and down its length. Instantly, a shock of pleasure rippled through my thighs and down my legs. A couple more strokes, and my cock turned red and stretched to the point of a little pain. I liked that, so I stroked it another three or four times.
Just then I heard a shuffling noise behind me, and turned to look. Jason and Tyler, roommates who occupied a room just a couple doors down from my own, stepped into the shower. Each of them walked over and stood under a spout at the extreme opposite ends on either side of me. The shower stall held eight heads, so the boys were several feet from me. I feigned surprise, and t
urned to hide my hard and soapy cock from them.
But I continued to stroke it, and even added more soap when the water had rinsed away most of it. I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that Jason and Tyler were both standing with their backs to me as well, but were straining to look at my cock. I teased them for a few minutes, then turned around so that my hard cock was pointing into the center of the shower.
“Fuck, guys,” I moaned. “I’m sorry. I was trying to finish this before anyone else got here. I can’t do a thing this morning before I take care of this. I hope you don’t mind. It won’t take long.” I slid my hand up and down my thick shaft again, and looked at the two roommies.
“Nah,” Jason said, turning around to reveal his own hard dick. It was nowhere near as big as mine, but not bad in its own right. Maybe seven inches, and fairly thick. “It’s cool.”
“Yeah,” Tyler echoed, and shyly turned around to show his smaller but equally hard cock.
“It’s kind of embarrassing,” I said, as I grinned at them both. “I wake up every morning with a raging hard-on like this, and it refuses to go away until I shoot my load.”
“I know what you mean, bro,” Jason said, and stepped closer to me. He reached down and wrapped his fist around my cock, and fisted me like a pro. “I got the same problem. But Tyler here usually takes care of it for me before we hit the showers. He didn’t feel up to it this morning, though.”
Tyler blushed and covered his cock with his hands.
“Awww,” I said, and looked at Tyler. “Is that true, Ty?” I asked, and winked at him.
“I had a headache.”
“We can take care of that for you,” I said, and turned to face Jason. “Can’t we, buddy?”