Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2016 00:58:26 -0800
From: Jacob Esteban <jacob442011@gmail.com>
Subject: Summer Night Seduction Chapter 2

"Summer Night Seduction"
Chapter 2
Dedication: for Johnny
by Jacob442011@gmail.com <Jacob442011@yahoo.com>
(feedback welcome)


As though outside of my own body, I watched Clint's fingers coax the last
cum out of my cock. Oh God. I arched my back and shuddered against his warm
muscles, my hands clasping my head, his hand gripping and sliding slowly,
firmly up my cock.

Orgasm subsiding, brain and belly warm with wine, I licked my lips and
wondered what was happening. Without warning, Clint rapidly palmed my
cockhead, my cum his lube, his other hand fingering and pinching one
nipple, squeezing my breast, then pinching the other nipple, cupping that
breast, before encircling and caressing my balls and the skin just below
them, other hand pumping my cock. Oh fuck, I whispered as the volcano began
to grow. I was going to have a second orgasm, on top of the first. Oh god
oh god oh god, I announced, bursting out of my skin, pleasure everywhere.

Yeah honey, come for me again baby! Clint's breath was warm in my ear, his
voice deep. Let me hear you honey, he encouraged. Tell me how you feel baby!

Oh Jesus, I cried out, trying to stand up, trying to arch my back,
stretching out my arms and pushing out my chest, awash in passion - but
Clint held me firm, stroking me relentlessly. I cried out, slippery cum
squirting, Clint's fingers working, me trembling and gasping.

Holy fuck, I told no one in particular, melting against Clint. His arms
encircled me, and as if from somewhere far away, I was aware of him rubbing
my warm jizz across my belly and breasts. In some times and places, I was a
man in charge. Here, I was delightfully, sensually, completely, taken.

Oh, my, God.

Clint pulled me close, his muscles warm and hard. After a moment, he gave
my tummy a jiggle, then stirred the cum in my belly button, making a
squishing sound.

I like, Clint said with a smile, jiggling my belly again and tracing his
fingers through the smeared cum.

How did you know I was going to cum again? I asked slowly, in a hesitant
whisper, confused as I leaned my head back and leaned into this man. Isn't
this what a woman does? Isn't this what so many women have done to me.

Ah, well, I figured you might have some more in you - couldn't hurt to try,
right?

Jesus, I answered, dazed.

We sat there a minute or two more, then I realized I had to urinate.

Uh, thanks, I mumbled, rising on wobbly legs.

Don't mention it, Clint said and grinned, letting me up. Don't be too long
- the night is young, we have wine, and another hot video.

Great, I said, brain trying to catch up to what had happened, what was
still happening.

When I returned, Clint offered me a glass of wine, and I took it and sat on
the other side of the couch from him, both of us naked, cum dried and
sticky on my chest and belly.

Tongue heavy, head light, I took a drink, and the wine was nice, welcome.

There was an awkward pause, then Clint said, oh yeah, and stood up and
walked over to the lap top. The screen came to life, and three sexy, naked,
straight looking women appeared, two of them suckling the breasts of the
third who was leaning back on the couch.

I could get into this, I said approvingly, taking another swallow of wine,
thoughts fuzzy but pleased. Clint turned sideways, and said, glad you
approve. Oh yes sir, do I ever, I replied.

My eyes drank in the breasts, four real, two fake - yet all nice (though I
prefer real). Clint stayed standing, and my eyes shifted, observing his
flat, muscled belly, and his chiseled buttocks, then moved back to the
women. The one in the middle was moaning loudly; she apparently liked
having her breasts sucked and squeezed by her female friends. Yummy, I
thought, then noticed that Clint had shifted a little so that he stood
covering part of the screen. Annoyed, I shifted to get a better look at the
ladies. Then, a thought came into my head. They are there, on the screen,
but he is here. But so what, he's a dude, I said back to that thought, and
these are hot women.

I took a drink of wine, and Clint walked past me, leaning over the couch,
fiddling with something, part way in front of me as he leaned over. Again,
annoyed, I moved in order to see the female action. As I did so, I felt
something brush against me, and I looked to see that it was Clint's cock
and balls. What in the world? Doesn't he know that I'm trying to
watch these women? Clint appeared preoccupied, so I happily shifted my
glance back to titties and pussies, to sexy women moaning and squirming. I
swished warm wine around my mouth and over my tongue, licking my lips as
one of the women began to cry out with pleasure. Something tickled my arm,
and I looked - it was Clint's balls and stiffening cock.

Clint was not paying attention to me, he was focused on something I could
not see over the top of the couch. But, he moved even closer, swinging his
leg over mine, his knee on the couch, his cock and balls ever so slightly
swaying and touching me. I moved again to so that I could view the brunette
woman moan while her blonde friend sucked her tit and her brown haired
friend fingered her pussy and clit. Shit, that's hot, I thought. Then, I
felt something like an invisible hook pull my eyes back to the man next to
me, a naked Greek god, hard cock and hanging balls. They hung motionless in
the air, the cock twitching ever so slightly, then they approached, dipping
and sliding lightly across my belly.

I'd never been so close to a hard cock, to hairy hanging balls, let alone
to such a well-muscled man. I'm not into dudes. But, I had to say - Wow. I
shifted sideways, sipping my wine, absently lifting my arm. Suddenly, into
my hand slid Clint's balls.

Mmm, Clint moaned, and my mouth dropped open. The balls were warm, heavy,
hairy, spilling over the edges of my hand. I squeezed them slightly with my
fingers, and Clint answered with another moan. I shifted further on the
couch, struck by the intimacy. I held a man by his balls! They were mine to
hold, to feel. I was holding them, feeling them. What gift Clint was giving
me, trusting me with his very manhood.

I moved my fingers more, squeezing and caressing the balls, pausing to look
up at Clint. Is this okay? I asked silently. He seemed to understand, and
nodded, clasping his hands behind his back above his buttocks. I was
captivated, bringing both hands to bear, one holding and feeling the
testicles while the other began to caress around them and under them.
Clint's face looked pleased and tense, both.

My eyes glanced at the sexy women on the computer. One was on her hands and
knees while the others worked her over from front and back, one sucking her
titties from below while the other was finger banging her pussy and rubbing
her clit.

My eyes moved back to Clint's balls, hairy and full, sitting on my fingers
- Clint's balls that I was fondling, wiggling my fingers to move up and
down. Then, as if compelled, my eyes moved up. I continued to play with the
balls, but my eyes moved to the swollen, stiff cock, pinkish purple helmet
head staring at me, twitching.

I reached out to touch it, licking my lips. Again, I paused, looking over
at Clint. This felt so intimate, so close. I could not presume. He smiled
and nodded, eyes filled with passion, body tight.

My fingers lightly touched the side of shaft. Oooh, Clint responded. I
caressed further up the shaft. The cock twitched, pinkish purple helmet
calling to me, commanding me. I ran the back of my hand and fingers up the
underside of the cock head. I felt Clint tremble and take a breath, but he
did not say anything. I marveled at the cock, fingers lightly exploring it
while my other hand played with the balls.

After I know not how long, I let go, took a drink of wine, and then grabbed
that spear of a cock. The woman was gasping her approval and her friends
deliciously worked her over. I looked at Clint's hard cock, and I realized
that I must do what it commands, I must work it over, and thereby work
Clint over. I'm going to drive them both crazy.

I encircled the shaft with one hand, lightly holding/stroking while sliding
up and down. Invitingly, Clint thrust his hips toward me. With my other
hand, I gently caressed his belly, fingers moving over the tight abs, down
to the hips, then around the testicles. I felt power as I held his balls,
cupping them while beginning to stroke his cock harder.

Hah! I said to myself.

What? Clint asked.

I've got you by the balls, I said, smiling up at him, wiggling his balls on
top of my fingers, then gripping them ever so slightly, not enough to hurt,
but enough to make my point.

Er, hrmph, Clint grunted, then added, so you do.

Goddamn right, I agreed. I stopped pumping his cock but continued fondling
his balls, my free hand grabbing my wine glass. Ah, I said as I swallowed
the warm, red liquid, then returned to Clint's cock. I gripped hard and
tight, pumping, then shifted to feather soft, lightly moving up the
shaft, encircling the head, then fingers barely touching, teasing the
underside.

Ohh, Clint moaned.

Like that, baby? I asked, trying out different ways of stroking him,
gripping tighter, then softer, palming the sensitive underbelly of the
cockhead, squeezing and tightly pulling up and down the shaft, watching and
feeling his reactions.

Oooh, yeah, honey, Clint's eyes rolled back. He thrust his magnificent cock
toward me a little further. I kept stroking it, while grabbing and drinking
the rest of my wine. Bottoms up, I grinned, returning to the skin just
below his balls while pumping the cock.

I like this, Clint, I have to say, I told him. I could get used to this.

A flicker of a smile crossed his face, then Clint moaned. You like that,
stud? I asked.

Clint only swallowed. I glanced at the three naked women on the computer,
bare asses and titties and pussies, sucking and fingering and moaning and
quivering. It gave me a thought.

Hey Clint?

He nodded, not speaking.

Will you tell me when you are close?

Uh, sure, he said softly.

Good, I answered. And hey, I want you to sit back on the couch - let's
switch. Okay?

Okay, he agreed, as though struggling to concentrate. I guided him to the
couch, and he lay back. I stood up and helped myself to more wine; he
looked at me longingly. I could tell he wanted more of what I was giving. I
glanced at the sexy ladies, and I was feeling pretty sexy myself.

I could tell Clint was trying to be stoic, to act like he was in charge,
that maybe sure, this felt alright, but it was really no big deal. But, I
knew the truth. He wanted this. He wanted me. So, I stood in front of him
and took the wine bottle, and gave the tip of it a lick, tonguing the top
of the bottle as sensually as I could. Next, I pushed out my ass toward him
and gave it a shake, standing up and squeezing my pecs as if they were a
woman's titties. This made my face get a little red, because despite the
tingling spell of the wine in my brain and tummy, I knew I was acting
girly, like a woman. And yet, that was my job, to drive Clint crazy, and I
knew he liked my pecs, er, my breasts, and my titties. Not only that, but
for some reason, he liked my belly, so I swallowed, licked my lips, and
made a puckering kiss at him while caressing my belly, both hands making
circles before I gave it a jiggle.

The burning lust in Clint's eyes told me everything, told me that I was
right on target, that the hunter had become the hunted.

With that, I turned from him, tossed back my head as if I was a sexy woman
with a flowing black head of hair, and sauntered in sexy, slightly cha-cha
way, zig-zagging across the room, hands running through my hair, cupping my
breasts, stroking my belly. I did a figure 8 and then made my way back to
where Clint was sitting on the couch, staring at me like I was the sexiest
woman alive. I stopped in front of him, and he reached out to pull me to
him, but I held up my finger to my mouth - sshhh - as I evaded his grasp.
Then, I bent over slightly and slapped my ass cheek while licking my lips.

Not so fast, sweet baby, I said in my best girly voice and with my best
girly expression, shaking my finger at him, then turning away and swishing
my ass, cupping my breasts. I felt like the sexiest stripper on the hottest
stage. Those smoking hotties in the video had nothing on me.

Do you like what you see, Clint baby?

Oh God yes, Clint managed, voice cracking.

I'm glad Honey, I truly am, I told him, licking my fingers. But, you have
to be patient, okay?

Okay, he sputtered.

Good, I said, because I want to play with that cock of yours. How does that
sound?

Please! Clint was almost begging.

Would you like me to baby?

Yes! The once Stoic Greek god now looked like he wanted to cum real bad,
and he wanted me to get him there.

That's my man, my stud, I told him, easing to my knees and reaching for his
cock, stroking it with a feather light touch.

Oooh, Clint said, pushing his dick into my hand, wanting me to squeeze it
tightly and pump it, to bring the eruption that would end his misery. But,
I wanted to toy with him, just a bit longer, enjoying the feel of his erect
penis as my hand slowly traveled up and down the shaft. My other hand found
his balls, cupping and softly squeezing, only to pause long enough to
swallow more wine.

Scott, Clint whispered.

Yeah baby, I said, gripping just a little tighter, then going really light
again as I stroked.

Oh fuck you're killing me man! Clint told me.

I laughed. Good, I said, lightly grazing my fingers across the underside of
his cockhead, making it difficult for him to sit still.

Oh Jesus Scott, I'm getting close.

You close baby, close to cumming for me?

Oh God yes Scott, Clint gushed, I want to come for you. May I come for you?

Sure baby, I want you to cum honey, I told him, then simultaneously gripped
his cock tighter and began pumping it while leaning forward and suckling
his right nipple, at first taking as much of the breast in my mouth as I
could, sucking hard like I would a woman's tit, then licking around and
tonguing it, then suckling the nipple directly. Clint's pec was tight and
hard, but he was not hairy like most men, maybe because he shaved or waxed
for body building. I don't know. It was not as full as a woman's breast,
and it was hard instead of soft, but I truly found myself enjoying his
nipple just the same. So, I suckled and sucked and licked while at the same
time pumping his cock firmly, tightly, palming the underside of the head
each time I got to the top.

I guess Clint liked it too because he began gasping and trembling and
thrusting forward his cock and balls, holding onto my head and squeezing
and fingering my right breast and nipple, which I must say, rather turned
me on.

Uh Oh Scott Jesus I... I... I... - I am - I am going - ahhh....!! Clint
shouted, and with that, there was no doubt about his cumming.

Hot man juice sprayed, some of the hot spunk spattering my face, dripping
past my eye, and I felt myself smiling with pleasure as I jacked Clint's
cock, grinning as I drove him to heaven with my touch.

While I really enjoyed Clint quivering and cumming, while I found that
really fun, I have to be honest - I focused on how I enjoyed the rubbery
stiff feel of his hard cock, and I just kept pumping, kept stroking, and
kept grinning as the Greek god squirmed and panted and trembled at my touch
like a well-pleasured woman, moaning and gasping and shaking with each
phase of orgasm.

I marveled at Clint's tight abs wet with jizz, at how Clint thrashed and
laughed and cried out oh God, while I worked his cock.

Then, it dawned on me. I did this. This was all me.

Oh Jesus Scott, I can't take it any more, Clint told me, and after two more
strokes that almost drove Clint up into the air, I dropped his slippery
cock and wiped the salty cum across his lower belly, then down under and
around his balls, before raising a cum dripping finger to Clint's lips. His
eyes opened in surprise as I slid my finger into his mouth, and he looked
at me as though in disbelief, then licked and sucked his cum off my fingers
and hand.

As I watched Clint gobble up his own salty man-seed, I couldn't help saying
with no little pride - how do you like me now, motherfucker?

***

End Chapter 2 "Summer Night Seduction"
by jacob442011@gmail.com
Thank you for reading my story. Please do feel free to email with your
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And Johnny my friend, if you ever learn of the *nifty" things that I think
about you - oh God!