Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2014 17:20:50 -0500
From: Somewhat Perverse <somewhat.perverse@gmail.com>
Subject: Ice Blue

Please find attached the story "Ice Blue."  It has appeared previously on
the site www.mcstories.com, but I think it would find a larger audience in
your archive.  I hope that is okay.  I have edited it slightly.

SP

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Ice Blue
mm, bd, hm

The party crammed about a hundred people into the house. At thirty, I was
the oldest person there by far,
dragged by my cousin Billy into the unfamiliar space filled with hot young
bodies and music so loud you
could hear in your spleen. If I was supposed to keep Billy out of trouble
in his Freshman year, I was
willfully failing. I fished a bottle of beer out of the ice-chest and
watched him vanish into the crowd in
pursuit of two blonde girls in shorts and bikini tops. I wandered to the
patio, where the desert sky had
turned a deep azure.
    That's where I first saw him, threading in and out of the knots of
talkers, flirters, kissers. He stood
taller than the girls, most of the boys. His pale blonde hair was cropped
short to the sides, his shoulders
rounded with slim muscle under a tight polo. He wore khaki shorts that
revealed his strong legs. The
leather thongs of his sandals threaded alluringly around his ankles. He
must have felt me staring, because
on the third pass, he looked me up and down, then his eyes met mine.
    His eyes were blue, icy as a glacier under an arctic sun. Mesmerizing.
Controlling. A shudder
went through me. He smirked and approached me, a plastic cup of beer
clutched in his left hand.
    "Hey, bro. Are you supposed to be here?" he asked.
    I shrugged. "Not really. Grad student. My cousin's just entering
college and doesn't know enough
to leave me alone."
    "Try to relax and enjoy yourself," he said. "My name is Nick."
    "Robert," I said.
    "Aren't you drinking?" Nick asked. He pointed at my beer. The cap was
still on.
    "Oh," I said. "I have an opener here somewhere."
    "Let me," Nick said. He handed me his cup, and I handed him the
sweating beer. He gripped the
top and twisted. As his knuckles worked under the smooth skin of his big
hands, I imagined them
gripping my cock. He handed the bottle back to me. He released reluctantly,
trailing his fingers on the
long neck. Our skin met. A tremor passed through me.
    "Dude," he said.
    I realized I was still holding his cup. I handed it back. "I don't know
what's the matter with me
tonight."
    "Let's go over here," he said.
    We found the edge of the patio where it met the house. The floodlights
pointed the other way,
making a little pool of shadow. My back found the wall. I breathed heavily.
    Nick leaned in close, resting his off hand against the wall, next to my
head. I was very aware of
the his smooth bicep beside my face. "I know your problem," he said. "It's
me. I've got a magnetic
personality."
    I dropped my beer. It sprayed over his feet and legs.
    "Oh God," I said. "I'm so sorry."
    He smiled, showing white teeth in a tanned face. "Don't worry about it.
I know you'll clean it
up."
    I found myself kneeling. The beer plastered the hair to his shins. It
lingered in drops atop his feet
and sandals.
    "Start with the legs and work up," Nick said.
    I leaned in, licking the beer off his feet. The smell of him was so
strong. His skin tasted of sweat.
I mouthed my way around his ankles, then up his shins. His leg hair tickled
my face. I ran my hands up
the back of his calves. Hard muscle flexed under soft skin. I had the beer
cleaned quickly, but, of course, I
didn't stop. I tongued my way to his knees, and my hands found their way
under his shorts to his inner
thighs. His bulge twitched under the khaki fabric.
    "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" Nick looked down at me.
    I hadn't. "No."
    He laughed. "Really? After today, you won't be able to say that again."
    My heart hammered. Was I really going to suck this stranger? This boy?"
Then I caught sight of
his eyes again. The power in them washed away resistance. I'd never
suspected people like him existed.
    Nick undid the catch on his shorts. He wore no belt. When he unzipped,
his shorts slid to his
knees. He snapped his white briefs away from his curving cock. It sprang
out, long, heavy, with a thick
pink head. He gripped the base near his blonde pubes and pointed it at my
face. A drop of precum
emerged from the slit.
    "Suck," he ordered.
    I rested my hands against his muscled thighs and leaned forward. My
tongue lingered on the tip,
seeking the tang of his cum. Then I plunged his length into my mouth.
Summer sweat made him salty as I
wrapped my lips around him. I sucked, not closing my teeth. He exhaled,
resting both hands on my head
as I bobbed gently. I ran my fingers over his balls and around the base of
his cock. The grip of his hands
shifted, and he pumped. His cockhead bumped at my palette and throat. I ran
both hands over his ass,
feeling him clench and unclench as he thrust.
    His eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, gazed down on me. I felt the
pressure of his look as strongly
as violation of his cock in my mouth. The grip of his hands held me steady
as he worked long, steady
strokes. I sucked and ran my tongue over him.
    "That's the way," he said.
    My face flushed. I wanted to please him. I tasted his precum, flowing
freely now as his cock
twitched and flared. Nick's breathing caught. I knew he was close, and I
wanted him to flood my mouth
with his load.
    My cock strained, rock-hard in my pants.
    Nick gave one last moan, but didn't cum. He pulled out, his hard cock
in his hands, the skin of it
pulled back taut from its engorged purple head. It twitched.
    I reached for him, but he pulled away.
    "Please," I begged. "Please let me finish."
    "Nu-uh," he said. "Hands behind your back."
    I folded my hands behind me.
    Nick slapped each of my cheeks with his cock, and then stuffed it back
into his shorts. "Stand
up," he said. "I'm not done with you yet."
    I stood, shedding gravel from my knees.
    Nick squeezed my hard on. "Follow me," he commanded.
    He looked back at me, just once. That was enough.
    The crowed swirled around us, drinking, laughing. The music pounded.
Nick ambled through the
patio doors, paused to speak to two girls. I waited dutifully, my hands
still behind my back. Nick
wandered up the stairs, past an open bathroom, and into a bedroom.
    Music pulsed here, too. Two guys and a girl leaned against the dresser.
Another couple was
grinding on the king-sized bed, she naked from the waist up, he from the
waist down.
    Nick strode in. "Get up," he ordered.
    The man blinked, but scooted, grabbing his pants. The girl shrugged.
The three by the dresser
wandered towards the door.
    "Stay," Nick said. "I like an audience."
    They settled down, obediently.
    "Isn't he a little old for you, Nick?" one of the guys asked.
    Nick said, "Rob here is a grad student. I figure that makes him a TA.
Isn't that right, Rob?"
    I nodded. "Yeah."
    Nick circled me. His blue eyes almost glowed in the half-light. "I
don't like TAs. I don't like their
judging. I don't like their games.
    His fingers ran down my chest, tweaking my nipples through my shirt. I
moaned.
    "I do like turning the tables. Strip," he ordered.
    I gulped. If it weren't for his stare, I might not have obeyed. I
pulled my shirt over my head,
undid my shoes, and jerked off my pants and shorts. Then I just stood
there, hands folded, my cock
engorged and bouncing obscenely.
    "Wow," said one of the girls. "He really likes it."
    Nick slapped my ass. "Rob's just my little slave. I'm going to show him
what I like."
    I groaned, and my cock twitched.
    "Get on the bed," Nick said.
    I crawled on all fours, ass in the air.
    Nick grinned. He said, "Feel around by the headboards. You'll find two
cuffs. Pull them out."
    I hadn't thought I could blush even redder. I'd been so wrong. I felt
around and retrieved two
metal cuffs, each attached to the headboard by a short shiny chain.
    "On your back," he ordered. I lay down, legs spread.
    Nick bounced onto the bed and leaned over me, fully clothed. His shirt
brushed my straining
cock. I moaned.
    "So eager, teacher boy?" His breath brushed my ear. He took my wrists,
stretched my arms, and
locked the cuffs into place. I strained against them.
    Nick rocked back onto his knees. He lifted his shirt over his head. The
tan chest he revealed
rippled with muscle, smooth except for a blonde trail around his navel. He
threw the shirt aside and pulled
down his pants. His familiar cock, half-hard, bounced out. His position
accentuated his flexing quads.
    Nick  gripped my knees and spread my legs over his shoulders. He
shuffled forward, cock in
hand. He slapped it against my thighs.  It rose to full mast.  He spat into
his palms and slicked it.
    He leaned over me, blue eyes staring down. "You've never been fucked
either, have you?"
    I shook my head.
    "But you've wanted it. Here it comes."
    Nick pressed his hot cockhead against the ring of my asshole. I felt
myself give against his
insistent push. My ass opened. The length of his shaft slid into me, only
stopping when it reached the
base. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
    Nick smiled at me, holding himself there, the weight of his body
pressing my thighs. He settled
both hands on my legs. He twitched his cock, hands free. I groaned.
    Then he began to pump.
    Nick took long, lingering strokes. Each time he pulled back, he let his
cockhead rest just inside
my sphincter. Then he filled me again.
    The feel of his shaft was exquisite. I clenched and unclenched my ass.
I gripped the cuffs and
strained.
    Nick laughed, enjoying his use of me. Over his shoulders, I saw the
others watching us: watching
him, using me. My face burned.
    He fucked me hard.  Each stroke bottomed farther into me. His balls
slapped my raised ass. He
put his full weight into it. Letting go of my knees, he gripped the
headboard. His long chest stretched over
me. My cock strained against his hard abs. He looked down, blue eyes
blazing, face was only inches from
my own.
    "I'm fucking you, Mr. TA. Is that what you want? "
    "Please," I said. "Fuck me. Come in me. Use me."
    "You'll never go back now. You're slave to cock. My cock. All cocks." I
felt him flex inside me,
a deep stroke, and I knew he spoke the truth. After tonight, I'd spend the
rest of my life trying to have
another experience, just like this. But none of them would have his power.
    Nick's hands found either side of my head. His lips found mine, and he
invaded my mouth with
his tongue.
    I moaned into him, wanting. His strokes turned into short, hard
punches. His cockhead flared and
twitched at his fullest extension.
    Then, abruptly, he gripped my knees again and straightened. He threw
back his head and arched
his back. Fucking furiously, he rammed his shaft in and out of my body. His
cock felt huge now, so near
the edge. My own bounced against his belly, leaking and smearing his abs
with cum.
    "Say what you want," he ordered. "Say it!"
    "Fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck me!"
    Nick took my cock in one fist. A single pump. My cum sprayed over both
of us. It dripped from
his chest. My ass spasmed, and Nick shot into me in hot, full spurts. The
flood coated his thrusting cock,
and ran down my ass and over my legs. He locked me with his eyes as he
finished - ice blue, full of
power and contempt.
    He pulled out, and wiped himself on the sheets.
    I lay there, gasping.
    Nick reached out his hand. Someone put a beer into it. He took a long
drink. "That should lube
him up."
    There must be a dozen people around the bed, and the cuffs still held
me down.  Seven of the
spectators were male; two of them were already stroking themselves.  I
looked at them with a new
anticipation.
    Nick slapped my knee. "Have fun, Rob. I know nobody will be as good as
me, but maybe they'll
help console you." He picked up his shorts and shirt and headed towards the
hall.
    "Hey! That's my cousin." Billy had girl around one arm and a beer in
the other.
    Nick laughed.  "Then you get to be second, cousin!" He slapped Billy on
the shoulder and
dropped the keys into his beer. "Let him out when everyone's done."
    "Can do!" Billy said. He handed the girl his drink, and pulled his
shirt over his head.  I realized
then just how cut my cousin was.
    My last view of Nick was over Billy's closing shoulder -- a grinning
face, a parting wink, and
pale blue eyes that had rewritten me forever.