Date: Mon, 17 May 2004 22:59:13 -0400
From: wesley martins <mart6854@bellsouth.net>
Subject: The Stud In Room 223 -- Part 2

I couldn't believe my luck. My first real sex with an adult male and he's a
stud that wet dreams are made of.  He went into the bathroom and closed the
door behind him. I considered taking off all my clothes and making myself
comfortable as he'd said, but decided to leave on my underwear. I was
wearing a pair of silk bikinis and liked the way the fabric felt against my
hard cock.

I guess I should take a minute here to describe what I looked like back
then. I was about 5'8" with just a 28-inch waist, very big brown eyes, full
soft lips and a smooth, clear complexion. I had thick, longish dark brown
hair on my head but not much more except for a little under my arms, my
pubes and a trace of silky down on my legs. I filled out over the next
three years, but at the time I looked more like a boy than a man,
especially with no clothes on.

I sat in the one easy chair in the room and tried to think about something
other than the stud's body. It wasn't easy. I was super-charged sexually. I
couldn't wait to explore every inch of this man with my lips, tongue and
mouth. I'd waited so long for something like this to happen. My cock was
rock hard and pushing against the silky fabric of my underwear and leaking
like a worn out faucet. One glance at my crotch and anyone could recognize
the measure of my sexual heat.

I'm sure his shower didn't take longer than five minutes, but to me it
seemed like an entire day. Finally I heard the water turn off with another
agonizing two or three minutes going slowly by. The door finally swung open
and there he was, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist.

He was magnificent, better than I'd imagined. His legs were muscular and
his chest made Michelangelo's David seem ordinary, in fact except for
movement he might have been mistaken for an alabaster god. Then in one
fluid stroke he whisked the towel away revealing a perfect cock with balls
to match. He was already semi-hard though not stiff. A full thick slab of
meat pulsing gently and arching over two pale orbs. He did a complete turn
revealing an ideal ass, high and solid.

"Well do I meet with your approval?"

"You're like my best fantasy come to life," I said in total honesty.

"Glad you like it. You're pretty good yourself. If your tits were a little
bigger I could almost talk myself into believing you were a girl. Maybe
I'll try." He said with a chuckle.

He pulled back the bed covers and literally threw himself on the middle of
the bed, propped his head up on the pillow, put his hands behind it and
spread his legs wide open. "OK, cum and get it!"

I got up and in two steps reached the foot of the bed and slid between his
legs. I intended to dive right for his hardening cock, but he stopped me
before I reached it with my mouth.

"Start with my nipples and then slowly work your way down," he
instructed. "I think we'll both enjoy it more if we take it slow."

I did as he asked covering the bottom half of his torso with my own, his
now fully hard cock pressing into the bare flesh of my stomach. I began to
lick and suck on his left nipple. He began moaning and I looked up at his
face. His eyes were shut and a look of absolute pleasure covered his
face. I took my time before moving on to his right tit. I couldn't believe
how much satisfaction I felt in providing him the obvious enjoyment he was
experiencing. When I'd given both nipples a good work out I glided my
tongue over his hard abs down to his navel. I paused here, working my
tongue into the small cavity again eliciting moans if pleasure.

I moved down his body until my head was level with his crotch, his glorious
cock standing right before my lips. I ran my tongue slowly up its
underside, his moans changing into long deep sighs and a shudder coursing
through his body. When I reached the circumcised head I ran my tongue
around it lapping up the clear nectar coating it for the first time really
tasting the adult male essence. It was intoxicating driving my lust, my
desire to feast on the greater surges yet to cum. I drew the head into my
mouth and plunged down on the entire 7 plus inches. The sighs and moans
mixing now with nearly incoherent babble.

"Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes. Oh that's wonderful. Your mouth is so warm,
so wonderful. His words became nearly undistinguishable.

Again I glanced up at his face. His eyes were shut tight; his mouth was
agape and his face contorted, though still beautiful, in agonized
ecstasy. I was turned on something fierce knowing that I was responsible
for giving him such pleasure. I tightened my lips around his cock and moved
my mouth up with my tongue caressing his wonderful shaft, so hard and so
soft all at the same time. When I reached the top I ran my tongue over the
head. His liquid was now flowing freely and I drank it in eagerly. I
repeated this over and over. He began to pump his hips in time with the
movements of my mouth; I was blowing him as fucked my mouth. I sensed he
couldn't last much longer and I yearned for the first taste of his thick
hot seed. Just when I was certain he was about to shoot he stopped moving
and gently, but firmly removed me from his cock.

"Not yet, soon, but not yet. Lick my balls for awhile, I want a bigger
build up before I finally feed you."

I was disappointed, but not for very long. I moved down to his beautiful
meaty balls lapping and gently sucking on them. I made them dripping wet
with saliva. He raised his butt off the bed and threw his legs back in one
quick move. I knew what he wanted and I knew I wanted to do it for him. I
licked that sensitive area between balls and ass, he loved it. When I
finally moved further down and began licking and mouthing the small, pink,
tightly puckered hole between his rock solid cheeks he lost it. He pushed
his ass into my face and groaned like a bitch in heat. My own reaction
surprised me. I hadn't been sure what it would be, but I soon discovered
how erotic it was to eat a man out and how much oral pleasure I derived
from doing so. So much so that I'm certain I could have spent hours
feasting away. As it was I spent a good 10 minutes lapping, exploring ever
crevice and fold with my tongue. Driving the tip as deep as it would go,
literally fucking his hole with my tongue. At last he pushed me away.

"I can't take much more," he said as he again laid flat on the bed his
dripping cock towering before my face. "Finish me off."

I didn't have to be asked twice. I got up on my knees and dove down on it,
pushing down until the tip entered my throat. I pumped my face up and down,
running my tightened lips from base to head and back down again, faster and
faster. His moans and groans increased in volume. Anyone in the hall
couldn't have failed to recognize the sounds of sexual bliss, but I didn't
care. I wanted only to pleasure him to the fullest, to bring him to
ecstasy, to swallow all he was about to give me.

He made a sudden upward thrust and his body froze. "NOW," he literally
shouted, "TAKE IT."

He exploded. I felt his cock throb and pulse repeatedly. My mouth was
suddenly filled with warm, thick liquid unlike anything I'd ever tasted
before. It was much stronger in flavor than his pre-cum had been, but
though I'd thought that nectar wonderful it completely paled in comparison
to the bittersweet cream that I was now instinctively gulping down. I
nursed on that cock as though it was providing me with the very elixir of
life. I refused to allow one drop to be lost.

When I was certain he'd fed me all there was, but with his cock still in my
mouth I looked up at him. This time his eyes were open and they were
looking directly into mine. He grinned and winked at me.

"That was just about as awesome as I could have hoped for. You may be
inexperienced, but you sure made up for it with enthusiasm. My wife's good,
but you can hold your own with her any day. If I knew it could be this good
I'd have been tempted to do this years ago.  I definitely want to go for at
least another round. . . if you want to."

"You don't even have to ask. That was better than I'd imagined it could
be. I could spend the rest of my life with your cock in my mouth," I said
with perhaps a bit too much truthfulness.

"I don't know about that, but I can promise you a good number of rounds
over the next three months. I'll need about 30 minutes to reload. In the
meantime if you can get into it, it would help and I'd enjoy another slow
tongue bath, only this time with me lying on my stomach. And..." he said
with a big grin, "I'd enjoy it if you started with my feet, working your
way up and spending a good bit of time eating me out again. You're actually
much better than my wife in that department."