Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2012 09:12:58 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 12

College m/m oral anal

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The conclusion of Chapter 11:


I completely lost track of how many times we sucked or fucked or came.  The
rest of the afternoon was one great explosion of pleasure after another.  I
tasted more dick and ass and cum that afternoon than I had for a long time.

When it was time for us to leave, Chris and I both gave Frank a long, deep,
satisfying kiss.  And when we got back to the dorm we fell on our own beds,
exhausted.  We forgot about dinner. At some point, we pulled our mattresses
together on the floor and curled into each other.  When Chris fell asleep,
my hand was over his chest, and I felt the heat of his body, felt the
movement of his breathing...


I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 12


Chris fell asleep quickly afer we'd moved our mattresses to the floor.  But
I lay there a while, my body still tingling from the best afternoon of sex
I'd ever had.  Frank was great.  And lots of fun.  I thought about Terry
and Zach, though I was seeing less of them now.  But this afternoon -- even
though Frank had been there -- this afternoon had been about me and Chris.
Lying there, naked, next to him, feeling his chest move beneath my hand
with every breath, feeling the warmth of his body against me...  This was
about me and Chris.

This afternoon, of course, had been a first for him.  His first threesome.
He'd gone a long way from the Chris who had moved in at the beginning of
the year.  That "straight" boy too confused and afraid to admit what he
really wanted.

I had watched the light grow dim outside as the sun set, and now there were
only the outside lights around the building.  Three weeks.  That was all
that was left of the semester.  Me and Chris...  What about me and Chris?
We'd already decided we'd room together next year.  I wouldn't want it any
other way.  Me and Chris...

I remembered his moan the first time I'd sucked him.  And the satisfied
sigh when he finally got my cock in his mouth.  And his sharp grunts as I
took his virgin ass.  And the low hum as we kissed...

I could almost hear... what he had said that first time he'd admitted he
was gay, that first time when he'd asked me to fuck him.

He hadn't said, 'Fuck me' or 'let's have sex' or...  He'd said, "Make love
to me."

Is that what I'd been doing all the time, making love to Chris?  It wasn't
that way with Frank or Terry or Zach.  But Chris was different.  Me and
Chris...  I finally went to sleep, too.

Zach flagged me down in the hall a couple of days later and motioned me
into his room.

"Great news, Jerry."  His eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree.  "Terry
and I are going to room together next year!"

"Wow -- that's cool."  I gave him a hug.  "I guess you two are getting
along real well."

"You could say that," Zach grinned.

Man, Zach had sure changed this year.  At the beginning of the first
semester he was that negative gay-basher who apparently thought all kinds
of sex were nasty.  Then he came out to me -- when I accidentally found a
gay magazine in his stuff.  I'd given him his first suck, then his first
fuck; then I got Terry to invite Zach to watch him shave.  Zach told me
afterwards that he didn't know sex could be so hot!

So... everybody's happy.  Then why am I still so bothered about Chris and
me?  What's to worry about?  We had some kind of sex almost every day and a
good fuck several times a week.  And one of the most enjoyable things about
it all was just lying on our make-shift double bed after sex, getting
close, talking for a while, then just enjoying the closeness.  Chris was
one of the sweetest guys I'd ever met.  And one of the sexiest.

Make love to me... he'd said that deliberately, and I could hear the sound
of it now.  I finallly drifted off to sleep.

Chris got into my head.  One night I dreamed about him -- twice.  I
couldn't remember what the dream was, but the first time I woke up hard as
a rock.  The second time I woke up as my dick shot cum into my briefs.  I'd
had a wet dream!  Fuck.  That hadn't happened to me since high school.  I
humped into the bed until my orgasm was over, then lay there for a while
with my cum-covered dick held tight between me and my wet briefs.  I told
Chris about it the next morning, and he grinned.

"I'm that good, huh?"

I was getting a blow job from Zach one afternoon right before finals, and
it was like I was in two places at once.  My dick was hard and wet in
Zach's eager mouth.  But my head was somewhere else.  I came too soon,
before I'd wanted to, and Zach was a little disappointed, though he
swallowed it all and licked me clean.  He'd wanted it in his ass.  I told
him I'd come back that evening.

He surprised me then when he opened the door.  He was naked!  That was the
first time he'd ever opened the door that way.  I pulled him inside with me
and closed the door.

"That wasn't a good idea, Zach," I said.  But I was grinning.  Seeing this
stocky boy with his big gut and his hard little dickie...

"I know," Zach said.  "But there wasn't anybody around."

He undressed me -- he liked to do that.  And I must admit it made me horny
-- hornier -- to let him pull my clothes off a little at a time.  When I
was down to my briefs, he pulled me over to his bed and sat on the edge.
He pulled my groin into his face and sucked the soft cotton until he could
taste the precum that soaked through it.  His hands slid under the leg
holes in the back and rubbed my ass cheeks.  He began to move his head from
left to right, pressing against my cock and balls and moving them.  I
groaned at the pleasure my midsection was feeling.

He pulled my briefs down, and my wet cock popped up.  He sucked it in right
away, and his tongue began its dance up and down the shaft.  Zach had
become a great cocksucker!  He leaned in and pulled away to tell me he
wanted me to fuck his face.  I moved slowly, enjoying the heat of his lips
and tongue against my cock as it slid in and out.  It had taken a while --
and lots of practice -- but Zach had learned to deep throat.  He told me --
a little shyly -- that he wanted to deep throat Terry, so we worked on it a
while.  He loved dick so much it didn't take long for him to learn how to
swallow a cockhead, breathe through his nose, and feel the hard dick
opening his throat repeatedly.  I knew he wanted that, so I pressed into
him and felt him swallow my cockhead.  Damn, his throat muscles massaging
my cockhead was so hot!  I deep throated him for a while, but I knew that
wasn't where he wanted me to cum.

He got on the bed and turned his big ass toward me.  I lubed his hole -- I
loved the way he moaned when I fingered him -- and my cock, then slid into
him slowly.  I knew he loved to be fucked slowly at first, and my hard dick
opened his love tunnel again and again.  He moans became deeper.  I sped up
the pace, but not too much.  Both of us wanted this to last a while.  My
cock throbbed in his ass as I moved in and out, wiggling my hips now and
then, pressing my pubes against his big asscheeks.

"OOoooo fuck me... now..." His voice was so low and soft I could hardly
hear him.

I moved more rapidly then.  The wet sounds became louder and faster as I
slapped his ass with my groin.  My balls tightened.  I knew I was about to
give it to him, everything he wanted, every drop of cum I had...  Pumping
fast... thrusting deep... cock so hard wet fuck fast tight ass o fuck...  I
shot deep into his gut, groaning at the pleasure.
Repeatedly... hard... yessssss...

Zach rolled onto the bed when my dick popped out of his hole.  I leaned
over to suck his hard little dickie -- not even three inches.  But it was
hot and wet with precum.  I wanted him to finish himself so I could see one
of his fantastic cumshots.  When I pulled away, his hand replaced my mouth,
and his beet-red cock oozed one small drop of cum... and then shot a huge
stream of that hot manmilk into the air and against the wall behind him.
He turned his dick to me and the next shot streamed over my head, a long
arc that landed on the floor behind me.  His third landed where he wanted
it -- right on the center of my chest.  I actually felt it slap against my
skin when it landed.  A few more shots, and his dick dribbled the last of
it.  I leaned in and cleaned him with my tongue.  Then he sat up and licked
his own cum off my chest.  We kissed, our tongues tasting his cum as we
moved it back and forth between us.

When I got back to the room, Chris was studying for his history final.  He
looked up and grinned.  Somehow, he seemed to know when I had gotten it
somewhere else.

"Yeah," I grinned.  "Zach..."

Shit!  I'd never told anyone -- except Terry -- about Zach!  It slipped out
before I could stop it.

Chris saw the look on my face.  "No sweat, Jer.  I sort of figured you and
Zach were getting together now and then."

"You did?  How?"

"I don't know... just the satisfied smile on your face when you get back
from 'helping him study.'  Hey, it's okay.  I'd never tell anyone."

"I know that, Chris."

I walked over to him and he stood to kiss me.  He was in briefs only, and
my arms circled around his warm, smooth back.  I was in my clothes again.
I suddenly realized that Chris was probably tasting Zach's cum in my mouth.
But he didn't say anything.

He pulled his mouth away and whispered into my ear, "I'm getting sick of
history.  And I'm getting horny."  He wiggled his midsectionm against me,
and, even clothed, I could feel his hard cock.

"Let me shower off real quick," I whispered back, "and we'll take care of
that."

I stripped to my briefs and used my towel to hide my hardon as I walked to
the shower.  Hard already, and I'd just pulled it out of Zach!

Chris was waiting for me when I got back.  Our mattresses were together on
the floor.  He wasn't naked yet, but his briefs were tented, and I could
see his wet spot.  I was naked under my towel, and I dropped it as I joined
him on our bed.  We rolled over as we held each other tightly and kissed.
I could feel our bare chests against each other, and I knew there were four
nipples down there hard and pointy.  My cock slid down between his
cotton-covered crotch and his thigh, and we humped slowly into each other.

I pressed him back on the bed and raised up to my knees beside him.  I just
never got enough of simply looking at this beautiful guy -- from the soft
hair on his head, his deep eyes, broad shoulders, molded chest, tight abs,
narrow hips, strong thighs... Perfect legs... And right in the middle of
this vision was his midsection.  Still covered in white, still tented.  I
crawled over to kneel between his legs, which he opened wider.  He knew I
was looking.  Of course, I knew he was looking at me, too.  And he was
seeing my hard cock oozing precum.

I moved over him to kiss him once, softly, on the lips.  I kissed his cheek
lightly and then moved my lips to his ear.  I nibbled at his lobe, then
licked his ear all over before pointing my tongue and pressing it in.  All
while my fingers played over his smooth chest.  My lips moved down his neck
-- slowly, tasting everything.  I licked over his shoulder, around and
around it, and he raised his arm for me.  My tongue moved deep into that
warm crevice, moving his soft hairs.  I sucked lightly on that sensitive
skin there.

I licked over his chest into the center, kissing each of his pecs.  Then I
raked my tongue over a nipple, feeling its hard tip move against my tongue.
Chris groaned.  I could feel his fingers running through my hair.  I sucked
and nursed on his nipple while my fingers prepared the other nipple.  I
reached down to my cockhead and wiped a little precum off, moving it with
my finger up to the nipple that hadn't been treated yet.  Still sucking on
one nipple, my finger slowly spread that warm, smooth juice all over his
nipple.  I loved that feeling, and Chris loved it, too.  He sucked in his
breath and let it out slowly.

The skin on his abs was warm on my lips and tongue as I licked and kissed
my way to his bellybutton.  My tongue dove into it and washed it around and
around.  Chris' hips moved as he pressed his midsection upward to my mouth.
While I was enjoying his bellybutton, my hand went down under the tight
waistband of his briefs and played with his pubes.  His hair was as soft
there was it was on the top of his head.  I slowly pulled the waistband
down and released that gorgeous penis from its prison.  It sprang up, and I
watched it sway above my face.

I moved my knees to either side of Chris' head, with my back to him, and
carefully pushed his briefs down.  He held his legs up for me to removed
them.  When I lowered my head to suck on his cock, I felt his mouth
encircle my cockhead.  We slowly nursed on each other's cock.  I moved my
head down to take more of it, and he moved his head up to take more of
mine.  I let his cock drop, and it sprang up wetly against my cheek as I
licked my way down to the side of his ballsac.  I kissed him there.  Moving
his cock aside with my cheek, I licked around his sac, feeling its silky
smoothness against my tongue.

Chris' finger went into my crack, above his head.  He manged to rub my hole
while he still sucked my cock. I sucked one ball, then the other, feeling
his cockhead move against my cheek and wet it with precum.  I inhaled as I
sucked his balls.  Chris always had an intoxicating scent around his balls.
I moved back to his cock and licked it, sucked it, tasted it... the smooth
precum... the heat of his cockhead... the hardness of his shaft against my
lips...

We licked and sucked each other in that position for a while.  We both
loved 69, and our makeshift bed was the perfect place for it.  My arms were
getting tired, and I finally pulled away and rolled off him.  He moved so
he was lying next to me, face to face.  We kissed slowly, and he rolled
partly over me.  I could feel his hot, wet dick against my thigh.  Our kiss
was deep and passionate. How I loved kissing Chris!  I could taste his
kisses long after they had ended!

He finally let his head drop to the bed beside me.  His arm had moved under
and around me, and the other hand gently stroked my chest.  We were quiet,
listening to each other's breath.

"I love you, Jer..."

His voice was low and soft in my ear.  I felt his breath as he spoke. And I
froze.

I suddenly realized that I was not surprised that he felt this way -- we
had become very special to each other.  But I was very surprised that he
had said it.  We had never spoken about anything like this.  But we had
become very passionate in our lovemaking...  There...I said it.
Lovemaking.  There was no one like Chris in my life, and there never had
been.

My voice was strangled with emotion as I answered.  "I love you, too,
Chris.  I think I always have."

He moved over on top of me and hugged me hard.  His face was still at my
shoulder.  He was speaking directly into my ear.

"I never knew love was like this," he whispered.  "I never knew I could
feel this way..."  His voice choked with emotion, his hands clenched me
tightly.

I felt a wetness drop onto my shoulder.  It was a tear.  That was all it
took.  My eyes teared, too, as I hugged him close, my hands moving over and
over his back.

"You saved me, Jer... saved me from being so uptight... unhappy...  You are
the most wonderful... sweetest thing that ever happened to me."  His
whisper was soft but ragged; he was speaking through the tightness of his
throat as his tears came.

"What I did," I said softly, as much to myself as to him, "was realize that
my best friend was so much more that I knew... closer...  filling
me... loving me..."  I had to wait to be able to speak further.  "I love
you, Chris, and I'll never be able to tell you how much."

Our kiss resumed, this time so soft and gentle we barely touched.  Our
tongues floated by each other.  Our lips moved to allow them room.  We
kissed as we never had before... as I never had before.  A kiss that was so
gentle it seemed fragile.  Our hands belied our gentleness as we grasped
each other.  Then our passion... love... quickly heated, and we ate eagerly
at each other's mouth, breathing each other's air.  I need him, I kept
thinking.  He makes me... what I want to be...

But when I spoke, that's not what I said.  My voice wavering with emotion,
I said, "Chris.  Make love to me."

He rolled me onto my belly.  I opened my legs as wide as I could and pulled
one knee up against the mattress.  I felt him kiss my cheeks, pull them
open... kiss as deep as he could go in my crack... then lick his way around
my hole.  I was quivering inside as I never had before.  He licked at my
hole, and I could hear the wetness.  His tongue pressed at the tight
opening.  I relaxed as much as I could for him.  I wanted him inside so
much!  I wanted to feel his hardness...

His tongue worked around my hole.  "God, I love you," he said, his voice
muffled against my ass.  I could feel the breath of his words brush my
entrance. His tongue was replaced by a finger.  He went deep, searching for
my prostate.  I moaned loudly when he rubbed it, and he fingerfucked me for
a while.  When he pulled out, I knew he was getting our lube.

"This way," he said, as he turned me over.  I wasn't sure what he meant.
He spread my legs wide again as he sat on his knees between them.  "I want
to see you while I fuck you," he said.

Then I knew what he wanted.  We'd seen this in some of my videos, but we'd
never tried it before.  The guy being fucked was almost upside down.
Suddenly, I wanted to watch him as he fucked me.  I moved my legs with him
as his hands pulled them up to his shoulders.  He pulled a pillow over and
shoved it under my back.  My head and shoulders were pressed against the
bed.  I bent my knees over his shoulders -- watching my hard dick sway
above my head and surrendered.  "Take me, Chris..."  I whispered.

He lubed my hole and resumed his fingering of me.  He could reach my
special spot inside better this way.  I groaned, and my cock bobbed as he
pressed his finger there, then circled my prostate with his finger.  He
pulled his finger out gently, slowly.  Watching him from below, I saw him
raise up on his knees and lube his cock.  I was breathing loudly in
anticipation, needing his fuck, wanting his cock, my hole actually pulsing
in expectation.  My ass was against his thighs, and he raised me up a
little higher.  I moved my legs over his shoulders as much as I could.  I
wanted this.  I wanted to see...

He carefully held his slick cockhead at my hole and slowly pressed in.  I
gasped loudly as my pucker opened for him, and his hot cock slid in.  My
ring clenched around the crown of his cock; he paused a moment and then
began to slowly press inward.  Opening me... Making my love tunnel take it
all... owning my ass...

I watched.  My cock was swinging wildly above my head, but I could see his
shaft as it moved into me.  And I could feel his cockhead press the sides
of my tunnel apart as it moved in...  Then I couldn't see his shaft
anymore. He was fully in, pressed tightly.  I used my back muscles to press
my ass upward to enjoy his cock.  His pubes pressed tightly against
me... his cock buried deep...

"Ooooo god Chris take me fuck me..."  I let my ring tighten briefly against
his shaft, and I saw his eyes as he felt it.  I looked up at those eyes,
those broad shoulders above me, that molded chest, his tight abs... He was
in me... This beautiful guy... his whole body owned me...

I saw him begin to move as he pulled slowly upward.  He held one of my legs
tight against his shoulder so I wouldn't slip downward.  He shifted one
thigh to keep me in my upsidedown position below him.  I watched his
muscles move under that smooth skin as he reajusted himself.  He looked
down at me and smiled.  "I love you," he said quietly.  My ass was
throbbing so much with his cock in it, I couldn't answer.  But I know he
saw it in my eyes.

He reached out and took my cock with his hand, smoothing some of the precum
over my cockhead.  I groaned as I felt that electric shock run through me.
With his cock buried deeply in me, he began to slowly stroke my dick.  In
my position, it almost looked as though he were stroking his own dick.  I
groaned again as more precum oozed out of my cockhead.

He dropped my cock -- it didn't fall anywhere; it was stiff and pointing to
the ceiling! -- and I knew his fucking would really begin now.  He pulled
his dick up, and I could feel my tunnel close as his cockhead pulled away.
Then he reversed course and moved it back in, opening me over and over
again this way.

"AAaaaaaa fuck Chris... making me so... full..."

His fucking gradually became a little faster, and he continued to move in
deeply with each fuck.  I could see the sheen of sweat on his chest.  He
was moving his cock by pulling his back up to get it to slide out, then
straightening his back and moving his hips inward to press it back in.
Fucking this way was work!

"Uhhh..."  His sound was low, almost like a growl.  "Yeaa.... uhhhhh..."

With each downward thrust of his cock, my tunnel opened again, welcoming
his love tool, wanting it, needing it... I kept my eyes on his hard torso
as he fucked into me.  Faster now.  And harder.  I could get only a glimpse
of his shaft when it was pulled out of my hole, but it quickly disappeared
again as he thrust it back in.

He was pounding my ass.  I gasped for breath as each thrust shoved the air
out of my body.  Over and over...

My own cock was throbbing so hard it almost hurt.  I saw that he was
watching it as he fucked me in and out... over and over...  Wet sounds....
low moans...  it felt so good to be filled with him...

Somehow we managed to keep our orgasms away as our bodies met again and
again...

...my teeth gritted now...

Chris reached out with one hand, grabbed my cock, and stroked it from the
base upward.  That was all it took.

"AAAhhh..."  My mouth fell open with the gasp as I watched my cum shoot
high above us.  I love watching cumshots.  Even my own.  High and hard...
But before it landed on my leg, another stream shot from my cock...

That first cum was all Chris could take.  My ring clenched tightly around
his shaft as it slid rapidly downward.

"EEEaaaa..."  His first shot went deep inside me.  His cock moved down to
push it aside as he shot again...

I came again.  High.  Dropped on my chest.  Again... yes again...

"Ooooo fuck..." Chris' eyes were wide open, watching his cock plunge into
me again and again.  I could hear him almost choke each time he came.  At
the same time, I could feel his hot cum pour out inside me... filling me...

The sounds continued.  A long cum for both of us.  As my shots began to
lessen, I watched the very first shot, which landed on my leg, slowly drip
down onto his shoulder.  Just the sight of that made me pulse inside... and
another shot...

Finally, we were spent.  Chris collapsed on the bed next to me, and my legs
fell to the bed.  I've never heard louder breathing.  It sounded like we'd
run a race up a high mountain.  I was covered with my own cum.  My ass was
so full of his cum I could feel it leaking out; I clenched my hole to keep
it in as long as I could.

I don't know how long we lay there.  Panting.  Sweating.  Our bodies on
fire from the effort.

Chris rolled over to me, and we began one of our passionate kisses.  We
muttered "I love you" into each other's mouth.  I could feel his cum
leaking now, and it was a wonderful sensation... hot cum... from his body
into mine without being in the open air...  And as his cum leaked out, he
poured his love into me, my mouth, my body, my heart...

Only one thing changed when classes resumed.  We'd figured that we could
afford our own apartment for what we were paying for the dorm and dining
hall.  So we moved in together.  A very private place for us.  We didn't
keep it all to ourselves, though.  Every now and then we threw a party for
Terry, Zach, Frank, and, when he was in town, Scott.

But it was our place.  For Chris and me.

Chris and me.