Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2005 15:08:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Without a Word

A pair of ice cubes swirled over the half-dollar sized
nipples of the blonde swimmer.
	Blonde peach fuzz covered the young man's chest,
crotch, pits, legs, everything, a thin fuzz that
wasn't prickly but wasn't quite furry.
	Brett was on his back, tied spread eagle to the bed,
alternating between gasps and moans of pleasure.
	The cubes were having their intended effect. The
swimmer's nipples were rock hard, pointing erotically
and almost obscenely from his body.
	He'd worn his barbell piercing and the hands that
used the ice cubes slipped wooden clothes pins under
the barbells, stretching the swimmer's nips further.
	Brett's mind didn't even register the ice cube on his
dick as the sensations of the clothes pins took
effect. The half-moon shaped cube tried to lodge
itself inside the lean lad's jizz slit, sending jolts
of pleasure through his body.
	He cried out in delight as the cube traced from the
tip of his dick to the base of his balls, and then
swirled around between his hole and scrotum.
	Hands used the moment to tie Brett's nuts off,
whipping a white shoe string in a circular motion,
pulling the ball sack tight around its package, each
turn pulling the balls further from the blonde boy's
body.
	Brett's pecker lurched and a clear drop of man cream
peaked from the cock and slowly flowed toward the
shoestring. The ice petted over the pucker, wetting
peach fuzz, and devolving Brett to whimpers of
pleasure.
	Fingers from a left hand flicked the clothespins in
an alternating pattern as a right hand slowly stroked
the blonde's dick.
	Brett looked at the brunette that was using the
swimmer's body. The man was probably twice Brett's 19
years, with a receding hairline Brett found sexy
without being old. Brett had asked the man to shave
him, but the man had refused. Brett was jealous as he
gazed in a combination of lust and sexual endorphins
at the man who was naturally smooth with only the
random stray hair swirled around a nipple or oddly
across his abs.
	The man leaned in and let the swimmer suckle on his
left nipple while his right hand started massaging the
swimmer's ass pucker. The ice had melted, and the
man's middle right finger had dipped into a bowl of
lube on the night stand.
	He worked the boy's ass until his back arched and
only the very tip of the finger had penetrated the
orifice, not even fully in the swimmer's rectum.
	Brett's voice said nothing, but his sounds of
pleasure were unmistakable.
	His 8-inch cut penis drooled man honey which would
have been great lube had it been in something. The man
saw the glistening liquid and lubed a second finger in
it to shove up the boy's ass. Another finger was
coated in the nectar and was placed in the boy's mouth
just a second before the 2 fingers found their target
deep within the swimmer's bowels.
	Sphincter muscles tightened around the man's digits
and Brett picked up a sucking rhythm on the
nectar-coated finger in his mouth.
	The man smiled, looking up from the boy for a few
moments, then turning his attention back to the
college man. The man leaned down, licked a swath
across the torso, right below the chest and nipples,
his cheek brushing both clothespins.
	The fingers were pulled from the boy's mouth, and the
man upped the rhythm of the finger job while moving
his body.
	His sperm-shooter came to rest on the boy's lips. As
Brett took the 6.5-inch thick slab of manhood between
his lips, a third finger found its way up the
swimmer's shitter.
	The man constantly probed the swimmer's prostate,
causing an arched back, and a willing ass pushing
deeper on his fingers. The man slowly eased his dick
down the blonde's throat until pubic hairs scratched
the boy's chin.
	A tongue slipped out and started fucking the boy's
piss crack, slightly tasting the swimmer's clear love
juice.
	Three fingers fiercely fucked the blonde's shitter.
	Brett cried around the man's cock, tears streaming
down his cheeks as his body convulsed repeatedly.
	The man moved his head to the side and Brett's spunk
flew through the air, hitting Brett's face, then his
neck, then his pierced and clothespinned nipples.
	Only after Brett's orgasmic convulsions stopped did
the man release his sperm down the boy's throat,
pulling out halfway through to coat the college boy's
face with cum.
	After that, the man pulled his finger's from the
blonde's bowels, slowly, letting Brett feel his
sphincter being stretched.
	Brett lay there, cum drying on his face, his own and
the man's, mingled together.
	The man looked up again, and made eye contact with
Randall.
	"There's what I did to your swimmer, coach Bronston,"
the man smiled. "Imagine what I can do for you."

The end

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