Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2007 15:33:17 -0400
From: someone <caponestr@gmail.com>
Subject: My Type of Seduction: Chris, Part 2 (Chapter 2)

I was straddling Chris, looking down at him.  I lightly slapped the left
side of his face, just to make sure the tranquilizer was working.  I
slapped him harder, this time on the right side.  His mouth was hanging
open, but his eyes were still closed, and his breathing was still slow and
regular.  I wound my right arm back and smacked his face as hard as I
could.  The sound echoed off the cinder block walls.  I saw that this had
left a red mark on the side of his face, marring his beautiful complexion.
He was completely out.

I rubbed my hand down his face, then his neck.  I grabbed his neck, gently
at first, slowly applying pressure until his breathing stopped.  I let go
after a few seconds, letting his unconscious body breathe again.  I was
quite proud of myself at this point for getting this beautiful specimen of
a man under my complete control.  I smiled to myself as I thought that the
fun was just beginning.

I looked down at his hairy body, just begging for some attention.  I
grabbed his hard left nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my right
hand and twisted.  My wrist nearly made a full rotation.  I did the same
with his right nipple.  They were both a bit puffy now, but still hard.  I
grabbed both nipples at the same time and twisted as hard as I could.
Chris was completely unresponsive, but I could hardly contain myself at
this point.

I got up and took of my shirt, jeans, shoes, and socks.  I was now wearing
just my underwear.  I got back on the bed and straddled Chris again.  I
rubbed my hands along his hard, hairy body, pausing at the nipples to twist
them some more.  They had become quite red and puffy, so I decided to leave
them alone for now.

I slid down to the end of the bed at Chris's feet and removed his shoes and
socks.  I placed my hands on either ankle and began to slide them up the
legs of his jeans.  Like his t-shirt, his jeans couldn't hide how muscular
his legs were.  I slowly slid my hands up to his quads which were nice and
hard.  I squeezed them and could only feel a tiny amount of fat.  Chris
took amazing care of his body.

I stopped my hands a few inches below his hips.  I put my face near his
crotch and could feel the slightest bit of warmth radiating from it.  I
rubbed my right hand up his inner thigh until I reached his bulge.  I
cupped my hand and held his denim-clad package for a few moments, absorbing
the whole situation and the immense pleasure it was giving me.

I unbuttoned his jeans, kissing his stomach as I did so.  I lowered the
zipper and wrapped my hand around Chris's bulge, this time covered only by
the thin cotton layer of his underwear.  His bulge was warm and soft.  And
quite the handful, actually.  I lowered his jeans all the way and took them
off.  His legs were covered in dark hair, from a few stray hairs on the top
his feet, all the way up his gorgeous thighs, and disappearing into his
charcoal gray underwear.

Chris was now lying there in only his tight, bulging boxer briefs, his
hairy chest slowly moving up and down with his breathing.  I spread his
legs and put my face right up to his large, cotton-clad package, inhaling a
scent that was a mix of sweat and pure masculinity.  I had waited long
enough for this moment.  I grabbed the waistband of Chris's boxer briefs
with both hands and slowly pulled them off him.

The trimmed hair on his chest and stomach led down to a gloriously full
bush of black pubic hair.  His cock was absolutely gorgeous.  It was dark
pink in color, circumcised, rather thick, and must have been about four
inches soft.  Underneath his cock were his balls, which were just huge.
They were reddish in color and hairy, each testicle the size of a small
lemon.  His whole package was just stunning.

I held Chris's massive balls in my hand and lightly squeezed them.  I began
to lick them, lapping at them with my tongue.  I took the left one in my
mouth and sucked on it.  It tasted sweaty, but it was so delicious.  I did
the same with the right one.  Then I moved on to his cock.  This was a big
moment.  I held it in my hand for a moment, admiring the beauty of it.  A
penis is an amazing thing, and Chris's was magnificent.  The head was
mushroom-shaped and slightly purple in color.  The shaft had several veins
running along it.  There was no excess skin from the circumcision.  It was
perfect.

I moved my mouth onto his soft cock, savoring the unique flavor and feeling
of it in my mouth.  I applied some suction for a few seconds, then let it
out of my mouth.  I held it in my hand and licked along the underside, then
used my tongue to lick around the head.  Despite his drunkenness and the
dose of tranquilizer he had received, Chris's cock began reacting to my
adoring attention after a few minutes.  It was slowly hardening, growing in
length and girth.  After another few minutes his cock was fully hard and I
took it out of my mouth to look at it.  It was about seven inches long,
maybe a bit shy of that, and it was the thickness of a toilet paper tube.
Beautiful.

I alternated sucking and stroking Chris's perfect manhood for another ten
minutes while constantly holding and grabbing his balls.  When I felt them
tense up, I rested his cock head on the front of my tongue and waited for
my hot, juicy reward.  A steady stream of cum oozed out of his cock for a
good ten seconds.  The taste was better than average - salty and only a bit
bitter.  I was amazed at how much there was.  Considering the massive size
of his balls though, I should have expected it.  I tried to swallow all of
Chris's cum as more kept oozing out, but some of it ended up spilling onto
my chin and down onto his cock.  Once his cock had softened, I released it
from my mouth.  I certainly hope Chris enjoyed this.

At this point, my own cock was so hard it was aching for release.  My body
wanted gratification but my mind still wanted some foreplay.  Knowing that
I would only have this one chance to play with Chris, my mind won the
battle, and I continued my course of action.

I looked at Chris lying on the bed, completely naked and helpless, his body
mine for the using.  I rolled him over onto his stomach, which was harder
than it sounds, with the small bed and all.  The back of him was just as
impressive as the front.  His back was nicely developed and completely
smooth, probably waxed, I thought.  His ass, though, was just as hairy as
the rest of him.  Two round, hairy globes of flesh, perfectly toned and
just begging to be abused.  I smacked the right cheek, and it made a very
satisfying sound.  I grabbed both of his ass cheeks and alternated squeezes
and smacks.  This was by far the greatest ass I had ever seen.

Now that I had gotten that out of my system, I got down to business.  I
rubbed my thumb down his crack, stopping at his hole to rub it a bit.  He
was lightly moist with what I hoped was sweat.  I spread his cheeks to
reveal his hairy, puckered hole.  I licked my middle finger and placed it
on his hole, rubbing it a little, then sticking it in.  I got up to the
first knuckle and I knew for sure that this ass had never had anything
enter it.  It was so tight, I felt the circulation to my fingertip getting
cut off.  Now was the time.

I got up and took off my underwear.  My cock was probably the hardest it's
ever been in my entire life.  I looked down at it and could see it pulsing
with every beat of my heart.  The veins had never been so prominent.  The
head had never been so engorged.  It almost felt itchy.  I had to have him
now.

I got some lube and rubbed it on my cock.  I put a small dab on Chris's
hole and rubbed it in with my finger.  I straddled Chris once again, this
time with my cock pointed right at his ass.  I spread his ass and put my
cock right up to the entrance of his hole.  It looked kind of ridiculous.
Like Chris's tiny, puckered hole could ever take my cock, nearly as wide as
a soda can.  I pushed in and met with some resistance.  I braced myself
against Chris's back and kept pushing.  I could feel an incredible
tightness around my cock head.  I had finally entered.  I pushed in more
and got about halfway in.  I paused and savored the feeling.  His ass was
so tight and so warm.  It was a fantastic feeling.

I pulled my cock out all the way and noticed a small amount of shit on my
cock head.  That wouldn't do.  I got up and walked over to Chris's mouth.
I held it open with my hand while I put my cock inside for a little
washing.  Now that I was clean again, I returned to my position at his ass.
I applied some more lube to my cock and was able to slide in more easily
this time.  I met some resistance when I was about two-thirds of the way
in, but I kept pushing until my cock was completely inside Chris.  I lay on
top of him for a moment, feeling the enveloping tightness around my cock.
That final push inside had almost brought me to the edge.  I steadied
myself and pulled out halfway.  I paused for a second, then rammed myself
inside of him as hard as I could.  Oh my God.  I was even closer to cumming
after this push that I paused again.  I wasn't going to last at this rate,
and I really wanted to take my time with Chris's ass.

I calmed myself for a few moments, still staying inside him, getting used
to the tightness.  I then proceeded with a slow, rhythmic fucking.  This
was greater than anything I had ever experienced in my life.  I was in
complete ecstasy.  I must have never been with a virgin before, because
Chris's ass stayed tighter during the entire fucking than any other ass I'd
ever been with.  I slowly pumped his ass for about twenty minutes, never
leaving it completely.

I was finally ready.

I pulled out of ass and walked over to his face once again.  I bent my
knees slightly so my cock would point right at his face.  All it took were
two strokes and I shot the biggest load of my life onto Chris's face.  And
when I say shot, I mean that my cum actually made noise when it hit Chris's
face.  There were three big shots, followed by two smaller ones.  I kept
slowly stroking, as my cum was now oozing out.

My orgasm must've lasted thirty seconds, or maybe thirty years.  It was so
powerful that my knees buckled and I fell onto the hard carpet below me.  I
was lying there completely motionless, breathing heavily.  After a few
minutes I got to my knees to look at my handiwork.  Chris's beautiful face
was almost completely covered in my cum.  It was on his cheek, his ear, his
nose, his lips (I made sure to land my first shot there), his forehead.
Some of my cum had shot past him and actually hit the wall.  There was also
some in his hair.  He had unwittingly become my own little hot, hairy
nutrag and he looked absolutely gorgeous.

It was pretty late now, and I was getting kind of tired, so it was time to
clean up.  I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and started working on
Chris.  My cum had partially dried, so I wiped what was left into his skin.
I decided I would keep his t-shirt and underwear as souvenirs, so I put his
jeans on after rolling him over.  I followed with his socks and shoes.

I opened my door and looked into the hallway.  It was completely empty and
quiet, thankfully.  My room was two doors away from the emergency
stairwell, which is where I would leave Chris.  I went back to the bed and
grabbed him by his armpits.  I dragged him off the bed, which was
considerably easier than getting him on it.  I dragged him into the hall,
then through the stairway door.  I didn't want to leave him near my floor,
in case he remembered too much, so I brought him down to the stairs outside
the third floor.  The sound of his legs on the stairs echoed loudly in the
stairwell.  Dragging a body down two flights of stairs isn't the easiest
thing to do, after all.

Once we arrived, I laid him out on the landing on his back.  It didn't seem
totally right, though.  Something was missing.  I pulled out my cock and
began pissing.  I started on his jeans, so it would look like he had done
it himself, and also aimed my stream on his stomach and chest.  I made sure
to get the last few drops on his face.

That was much better.  If someone finds him before he wakes up, they'll
just think he passed out drunk and pissed himself.  If he wakes up first,
he'll hopefully think the same thing.  I wondered, though, if he would
figure out how his ass got so sore.

***

The big news in Cromwell the next day was how campus police found a kid
passed out in the stairs.  Since he had no ID on him, he was taken into
custody at the county jail.  (Did I forget to mention that I kept Chris's
wallet along with his shirt and underwear?  Silly me.)

Chris wasn't in our Statistics class on Tuesday.  I didn't see him at all
until we had class again on Friday.  He was acting quite differently.
Everyone had heard about how he had passed out and pissed himself and gone
to jail.  No one said anything to him, but you could tell everyone was
thinking about it.  He kept to himself for a few weeks.  As far as I know,
he never found out where his underwear went or how his ass became sore.

I had finally gotten away with it.