Date: Sun, 03 Jun 2007 18:31:37 +0200
From: philippe brugger <philippe1976@gmx.net>
Subject: Faouzi - sweat, spit & spunk

This is a true story. The events described hereafter happened during my
study years in L., Switzerland (2000-2002).

1.

I met him during the spring-break party at the university of L. in
Switzerland, where I study. I was hanging around drinking with some of my
gay friends in the main hall, which served as a dancefloor for the night.
Faouzi, also a student, knew one of the guys in the group, joined us and
soon got into talking to me. As we continued to drink, talk quickly yielded
to discussing the university's hetero hunks, sexual stuff and eventually
proposals. I told him that I wasn't going steady with anyone at the moment
and therefore open for new experiences and encounters. In fact, I fancied
his type: a slender Asian with dark skin, black short hair and dressed in
skater style. He wore a rather large black T-shirt, army-style pants and
skater kicks. His eyebrow-piercing, necklace and wristbands were a further
turn-on.

When the group started to disperse, he moved closer to me and whispered:
"stay with me a little, will ya? Let's find us a bunk..." But as it was
difficult to find a nice and quiet place beyond the view of people, he
precised: "... or if you're in for a quickie, I suggest you follow me!" I
just nodded eagerly and made him a sign to move on through the crowd. He
directed us to the toilets, looked around to make sure none of our gay pals
sees us, and entered. We were lucky: no one using the urinaries, we could
lock us up in a stall directly.

He turned around facing me and said: "OK, here we are, get to work!"
With these words, he lifted his shirt, opened his belt buckle and jerked
down the zipper. Astonished by his straightforwardness, I went to my knees
and started to caress his lower stomach with my mouth, sucking in his odor
and warmth. Then I slowly tugged down his briefs, already bulging, to free
a hot, dark-brown cock encircled with thick pumping veins and a big,
circumcised gland. It pointed toward my mouth, slightly curving up, as to
demand a milking. So I put myself to work, licking it several times from
its hairy base to the head, covering the dark flesh with fresh saliva
making it glisten and slippery. It tasted pleasantly from recently washed
clothes. Then I put my mouth over the head, sucking on it, and then
swallowing as much of the cock as I could. Faouzi got hold of my head,
fixing it with his hands, and pushing his cock down my throat.

"Let's fuck you now", he told me after some minutes of deep-throating my
mouth, "get up, strip and turn around!" So I did, putting my pants and
shirt on the toilet seat, leaving on only my sneakers. I straddled the
toilet, rested my hands on the water reservoir and arched my back in order
to get my ass in a fuckable position. I heard him nestle through his
pockets, then felt a plastic wrapper being put on my ass. It was one of
those free vaseline samples handed out at gay parties. He opened it, let
the fluid drop between my cheeks and, with two fingers, anointed my
ass. His fingers glided into my anus and made my dick nod instantly. I felt
his cock playing around my ass lubricating itself that way; then he put one
of his hands on my waist and, with the other, adjusted his cock into my
ass-crack. Once there, he pushed forward and impaled me from behind.

2.

For my exam preparations that summer, I spent a couple of weeks in B.,
where my parents live in a house in the suburbs. I had a hard time
concentrating on my books, because it was hot and I was trapped inside
knowing everybody else had a good time at the swimming pool or else. So I
was glad that Faouzi called from L.: he proposed that he could join me in
B. and we could have some fun together. I knew what that meant... I
suggested the next day, my parents being away for the day.

I started preparations the minute my parents left the house: I washed
thoroughly, shaved my ass and put on some sexy clothes. I decided to wear a
pair of torn jeans and a muscle-shirt - no underwear and no socks. I was so
excited, I had to watch myself, daydreaming of what might be happen, and
not to masturbate until Faouzi arrives.

When I heard a car outside and just knew that it was him. I went to the
door and let him in. I offered him a drink with which we went upstairs to
my room in the attic. There he gulped his drink and started approaching me,
caressing my arm first, then my stomach and finally my crotch. I knew what
he wanted, so I lifted my shirt pulling it over my head and throwing it on
the floor. I rested against my study table and let him kiss my chest, play
with my nipples and eventually open my belt and the jeans' zipper. He was
surprised to see that I didn't wear anything beneath my pants. Instead my
already throbbing dick sprung out to meet his hand. He masturbated me and
then, letting drop his pants on his Nikes, freed his brown cock as well. He
joined the two and masturbated them one handed.

I got rid of my pants completely and laid back on the table, shoving some
books to the side. I lifted my legs holding them up with my hands. "Lube's
in the top drawer" I said. He found the bottle and generously anointed his
cock; then he used his cock to lubricate my ass by sliding it through my
ass-crack several times. The feeling of getting wet down there already made
me hot. Finally he penetrated me slowly; then pulling my ass towards him,
forced his cock deeper and deeper inside, until his stomach touched my
ass. Resting his torso on my thighs, he reached for the bottle of lube
again and squeezed an amount of additional lube in the abyss between his
stomach and my scrotum. This was the beginning of his fucking frenzy: he
withdrew his cock to its head, slammed it back inside with a subtle move of
his abdomen and continued this move in a steady rhythm.

3.

Back in L. for the new academic year, I desperately hoped that I would meet
Faouzi on a more regular basis. I didn't have to wait long: He called me
one Saturday evening to ask if I was interested to go out - it was the
night of the bimonthly gay night at the local club, which attracts at least
half the country. Of course I was delighted. I showered, washing my ass
out, shaved face and ass and looked for some sexy skater-style clothes in
my wardrobe. It was hot outside, so I just put on a T-shirt, some worn
pants and boxers. I came to pick me up in his car around 10 pm, the idea
being that we get some drinks somewhere else, before heading down to the
club. But instead of driving to the city, he headed towards a quiet part of
town, apparently looking for something. He found a parking space in a dark
side street sheltered by trees. "What you up to?" I asked, but he just shut
the motor and the headlights off, then reclined and said: "Suck me, bitch!"
I understood.

I found his pants' zipper in the dark and freed his already hardened cock
from the jeans. Then I bowed over his lap and started to suck. I felt his
hand on my head: first it was just resting there, following the rhythm of
my head going up and down, but after some strokes I felt it taking over,
imposing its own speed and, more alarming, the depth of penetration. I
started to gag, tears coming to my eyes and saliva dripping out of my
mouth, covering my lips and cheeks. He was on the point of cuming when he
added the other hand to push my head down a last time - but I didn't want
him to cum into my mouth! I forced my head up, trying to say something, but
just groaned. Finally, I managed to free myself from the impalement just
seconds before he came. He splattered his warm semen all over my face,
predominantly on my lips of course.

The party was taking place in an old industrial building. There were
several floors with three dancefloors, a restaurant and a lounge. At the
back of the lounge, a curtained door gave access to the porn cinema, which
was in fact a darkroom. Faouzi and I first of all headed to one of the bars
to get a drink; he took off his t-shirt and tucked it into the side of his
pants. This already made me hot, because I loved his lean, brown, hairless
chest. When we had finished our drinks, Faouzi told me to follow him
through the crowd of likewise shirtless, muscular men standing around
kissing or dancing. In fact, all of them moved more or less to the beat of
pounding house music. He guided me directly to the darkroom, stopped before
entering it: "Are you ready?" Knowing what was about to happen, I said:
"Yeah!" So he disappeared through the door.

Inside the room, it was so hot and humid, that I was immediately
sweating. I was overwhelmed by the loud moaning and the sucking noises,
which were not only coming from the big screen in front, where a porn movie
was playing, but from all around me. When my eyes finally adjusted to the
darkness, I saw the walls were crammed with men, some with lowered pants
and another man kneeling before them, others simply masturbating. There
were guys in groups sitting in the tiers or kneeling astraddle on the
seats. I saw heads bobbing in laps and heard one guy shouting: "Come-on,
piss on me." In the back of the room, a circle of men formed around what
must have been a small stage: lying on it, a highlighted sweat-gleaming ass
was being fucked by a huge anointed cock. One could hear the slapping noise
made by the violent strokes of the cock. The panting men in the circle
masturbated, hoping to be the next in the row either to fuck or to be
fucked.

Faouzi guided me to one of the walls where he found a free space between
two couples that were already at it for a good while, judging from the
trance they were in. He leaned against the wall and just gave me a look. I
approached, lowered my head and started by licking his sweaty chest. I gave
his nipples a good suck and then continued to his belly button. This gave
me the time to open his trousers and just slightly lower them, Pubic hair
protruded over the cuff of his briefs, from which I then freed his cock -
again. While sucking Faouzi's cock, I suddenly became aware of one of the
guys next to us starting to breathe louder and then cum: he jerked all over
the place! I felt drops of his cum landing on my cheek. He almost exploded!
Meanwhile, his saliva-covered cock must had inspired Faouzi since, fixing
me with his eyes, he pursed his lips and let a long trail of spit seep
towards my face. It landed precisely on his cock, in front of my
lips. Eagerly, I let my mouth glide forward, sucking it in and mingling it
with my own. His second dose landed on my upper lip and ran down around my
mouth to my chin. I used my tongue to attain the trickle, not to waist any
of the fluid. By now, my mouth was a wet fuckhole, gobing what may cum.

4.

It was a couple of days after the party, when I met Faouzi again. I was in
my apartment, getting ready to shower before going to bed, when he ringed
the doorbell. I was already in my briefs, so I took a peek through the door
viewer to see who it was. When I saw Faouzi, I opened the door and let him
in. "Nice of you to receive me like this! How did you know I was coming?"
Forgetting my fatigue instantly, I said: "Well, I was about to take a
shower. You wanna join me?" He nodded and took of his shirt. Watching
him sit down and untie his sneakers, I stopped him and said: "Let me take
care of this!" I kneeled down before him, and took one of his feet in my
hands. He was wearing his Adidas Norton Mill skate shoes with short
socks. I started by kissing his ankles, caressing his metal anklet with my
tongue, then licking the suede shoe, its sole. I continued by slowly taking
it off, smelling the warm scent of feet, moist socks and leather. I took of
the socks as well and licked the whole of his foot, sucking each toe, until
his foot was completely wet. He interrupted me, being in a blissful trance,
with a sarcastic voice: "Can we carry on with some serious action, please?"

Finally naked, I proposed the bathroom as location for his "serious
action", He agreed. I got in first, opened the water faucet and started to
cover my body with shower gel. I did this with sexy movements to arouse him
- lathering my chest, between my ass-cheeks - and it showed effect, as his
cock was already standing straight out. "I continue," he ordered. So I
rested my forearms against the wall, straddled my legs and arched my
back. The hot water now trickled between my shoulders, down my spine and
through my ass-crack, to finally drop at the lowest point of my scrotum.
Then I felt the firm grip of his hands on my buttocks. He splayed them
apart, approached and let his big cock slide upwards through my ass-crack
several times, then between my scrotum and thigh. He continued caressing my
sphincter using his fingers, one of them suddenly penetrating me, then two,
three.

After some minutes of working my ass, he fetched the dildo and the vaseline
I kept on the sink. He throttled the water to anoint the black latex,
positioned the head and shoved it up my ass. I opened my mouth sucking in
air and uttered an moan. He spat several times into my ass-crack and mixed
the fluids. I got hold of the dildo, keeping it in place, then turned
around and squatted in front of him. He seized my head and pushed his wet
cock down my throat. Tears came to my eyes as I choked on it. This is a
phantasm I long dreamt of: being used from both ends, performing a "spit
roast". The only downer was obviously the inanimateness of one of the
participants, my most faithful stud, cleaving its way through my guts.

So I rose again, extracted the dildo and offered my ass, this time for real
cock. Faouzi had no problem penetrating me - my ass still slick with
vaseline, his cock still sleek saliva-coated. I rested my hands against the
tiled wall, arching my back and splaying my legs anew. His hands firmly on
my loins, he drilled his rod inside me. Then he seized my shoulders, to be
able to increase the speed of humping while my sweat was adding itself to
the fluids already covering my body. My anus was getting really worked over
and numb so I suggested to Faouzi that he reintroduce the dildo. To splay
my ass-crack further, I put one foot on the toilet-seat right next to the
shower and arched my back further. He pushed the black dong into my ass, on
top of his cock that was still inside. My anus strained further and I
drifted into an ecstasy between pleasure and pain.