Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 16:21:12 +0000
From: krisjon40@hotmail.com
Subject: student-no-longer chapter 6

Student no longer.  A story in 10 chapters


Disclaimer:  This story contains passages of explicit description of sexual
activity between boys of 18+.  There is also strong language.  If you are
likely to be offended by these, please read no further.


Chapter 6:  Candy

	It was eight o'clock the next morning.  Saturday!  Oh, how I loved
Saturdays.  No need to get up until mid-day. A long, snoozy doze-in in the
warm comfort of the sheets alongside my beautiful, snoozy, schmoozy partner
... and a day of idleness ahead of me.  As I looked across at Bob, the guilt
I had felt last night continued to tweak my conscience and disturb my mood
for a minute or two. He was still fast asleep and snoring lightly, barely
covered by the duvet. Instead of tucking him up, I had the urge to remove
the scrap of linen still partially covering his nakedness.  I slipped the
duvet off, inch by precious inch.  His tanned left side appeared, his hip
bones, his thighs, and now his floppy cock, lying temptingly across his
lower belly. As always, the kink at the tip excited me.

	It was so liberating to look at his body in the stillness of the early
morning without interruption.  To observe the light breathing below his rib
cage, to see the patterns formed by his thick, wiry, pubic hair, extending
in a black line to his cute belly button. To observe, the fleshiness of his
upper thighs and the wrinkliness of his balls, nestling in the recesses of
his crotch.  He stirred and I held my breath.  He flopped his right arm
upwards above his head and wrinkled his nose in his sleep.

	I just loved every square inch of this guy.

	Gently, I took his limp tool between the forefinger and thumb of my right
hand and slipped my left hand under his balls.  I kissed it delicately and
it stirred into life under my caresses.  Bob gave a gentle whistle through
his teeth, but didn't open his eyes.

	I softly rubbed his cock up and down now and with every movement it got
thicker and harder in my hand.  Then I knelt beside him and took the now
nearly erect knob into my mouth.  It felt so good there.  I nipped it gently
with my lips, taking care to draw back my teeth.  Bob groaned in his sleep
and, startled, I released the dick, lay back and pretended to be asleep
myself for a minute or two.  Then, seeing he was still slumbering
peacefully, I resumed my attentions.  This time, I took the whole of his
fleshy prick in my mouth.  It made a bulge in my cheek, and I massaged this
bulge with my fingers, rotating my cheek and pressing his tool with my
tongue against it.  I let it scrape against the ridged roof of my mouth.  I
loved the thickness of it, the texture, the gristliness.  I took the whole
shaft and could feel his pubic hair tickling my chin and the sweat of his
balls cool under my lips.

	Now in his sleep, he was reacting to the sensuousness of my
administrations. What dreams he must be having now, eh?  He sighed and
started moving his hips up and down.  He was fucking my mouth in his sleep.
Aaah, he murmured and arched his back, pressing his palms against the
mattress.

	I increased the pace of my sucking.  I cupped his stirring balls in my hand
and felt the base of his cock.  My saliva was running freely and my tongue
twirled around his cock-head. I pressed up and down, up and down, ever
faster.  I could tell he was getting closer to orgasm, and I resolved to
take all his cum in my mouth.  He thrashed about ever more vigorously in his
sleep, his body glistening with sweat.  His breathing was fast now. Then he
suddenly grasped my head and pumped it up and down.  He was no longer
asleep.

	He shouted wildly:  "Keep going.  I'm nearly there.  Oh hell, John.  You're
a fucking superhero!  Take my spunk...it's all yours.  Take it NOWWW!"

	Nothing would have prepared me for the sensation of his hot spunk squirting
into my mouth and down my gullet. My heart pounded.  My tongue felt the
creamy texture of the fluid.  I savoured it, moving it round my taste buds
while Bob panted beside me.  We lay exhausted amongst the tangled bedclothes
for an hour or two or twenty ...I know not how many. Then we enjoyed a
sumptuously prolonged kiss.  What a brilliant start to Saturday morning!

	After we had got up and breakfasted at leisure, we idled about, doing the
odd spot of housekeeping, watching kids' programmes on television, joking,
flicking through magazines ....   I look back on that day and it was as if
time had stood still, and nothing beyond the four walls of the flat mattered
at all. I started the first paragraph of an essay I had to do for college...
but couldn't concentrate.

	At seven o'clock in the evening, Bob led me to the sofa for a spot of heavy
petting. But, just at that moment, there was a rap at the door.  Andy was
there. At the sight of him, I blushed at the memories of yesterday.

	"Hya Game Boy," Bob greeted him.

	"I wondered whether you wanted to come down to the pub?"  Andy returned.

	I didn't really want to, but Bob was all for it.

	"Meet the gang," he said, getting his coat on.

	So we three sauntered off.

	The pub was called the Three Bells.  It was a large, but homely, place,
with a real log fire casting its glow over oak timbers.  "The gang" was
clustered on stools and benches in the corner opposite the door.  We made
our way over to them.  I suddenly felt very shy.

	The group was dominated by a man in his late thirties or early forties.  He
was harsh looking, with a granite hardness. His eyes were black and
menacing. There was not an ounce of fat on his body though his frame was
broad. He smoked a large Havana cigar and puffed smoke in clouds around the
group. The stubble on his chin and cheeks was black and thick and he had
tufts of black hair emanating from his upper chest, to curl around his
muscular neck.  He ordered Andy to get three drinks with some coins he
tossed nonchalantly on to the table.

	"Yes, Landlord," Andy said in an uncharacteristically meek voice.

	Everyone called him Landlord when they addressed him - even when making the
most casual comment.  They all appeared to be so in awe of him.

	"So you're Little John," he said to me.

	"Yes," I muttered timorously.

	"Yes...Landlord," he corrected me.

	This made me more nervous than ever.

	"Yes, Landlord," I complied, even though I didn't know who I was talking
to.

	He abruptly appeared to lose interest and turned to the boy who was sitting
next to him. This was Mark.  He was equally threatening but in a different
sort of way.  He hardly spoke.  His face remained grim all the time we were
there.  Initially, he stared at me with his icy, blue eyes.  He was only a
year or two older than me, at a guess, and while his body was firmly
muscled, he was slimmer and more graceful than the Landlord.  He had a baby
face which did not look old enough to shave.  His wavy, fair hair also
reduced the air of menace around him.  But his unblinking stare gave me the
shivers.

	The other members of the group were a good deal more affable.  They were
Paul and Candy, a couple who were obviously very much in love. Paul was of
Pakistani descent and he was a stunner!  He was slim and cute with a broad,
flashing smile which exposed his glistening, white teeth.  Much of the time
his expression was quite mournful, but when Andy, for example, cracked one
of his awful jokes, his face lit up with a smile which would charm anyone.
His eyelashes were long and his skin was unblemished. I fell in love with
him immediately.

	But he devoted all his attentions to Candy.  He could hardly keep his hands
off her. He would look into her eyes and kiss her lovingly at regular
intervals.  He held her hand throughout, letting his thumb caress her
knuckles or tickle her palm and let his head loll against her neck.
Touchingly romantic!

	She responded as a true lover does, with little whispering kisses and
nudges.   She was of mixed blood.  She had some Caribbean in her. Her skin
was a lovely chocolate brown while her features were very delicate. She had
a provocative, pale pink lipstick on her lips and a heavy rouge on her
cheeks.  It gave her a sort of "tarty" air.  This was emphasised by the
tight, short denim skirt she wore and the pink mohair sweater which
accentuated her pert breasts. She had a deep, sexy voice. I tried to think
which of the two I fancied most ... was I gay or bisexual?  The stirrings of
lust for Candy suggested that I wasn't as homosexual as I thought.

	The funny thing was that I couldn't help feeling I had seen her somewhere
before.

	Suddenly at eight o'clock, the Landlord straightened himself up, tapped at
his watch and said, "Time for work you two!"

	Bob instantly got up.  Paul bashfully followed suit.

	"And put your smart suit on, Bob," said the Landlord. " I don't want you
looking like a tramp."

	I was distressed and confused to see the two of them go off like that at
the Landlord's bidding.  I now felt very uncomfortable.  This was made worse
when Andy wandered off to play darts at the request of another drinker who
knew his liking for games. I was alone now with only Candy, Mark and The
Landlord for company.

	I decided to offer the excuse that I needed to finish my essay and left
them.  I called in at the bog on the way out.

	As I approcahed the urinal, I was amazed to find that I had been pursued
and followed in by Candy.

	"You can't come in here," I protested. "It's the gents'."

	She put her arms around my neck and, in a sort of deep, whining voice
said,"Come on, honey. Why did you leave me with those cold fish?  Am I not
interesting enough for you?"

	I felt very uneasy.

	"What about Paul?" I asked anxiously.

	Paul's gone to work," she replied pathetically, "and a girl needs company
at night."

	I was really confused by now.  My cock was inexplicably stirring in my
pants and there was something  wicked about her that attracted me to her -
an illicit lust.  Perhaps I was not gay at all. And still nagging at the
back of my mind was the feeling that I had seen her before somewhere.  But
where?

	"I haven't any money to pay you," I faltered.

	" Fuck you!" she stormed then. "Do you take me for a whore?"

	She wheeled around and left me.  I no longer felt the need to piss and,
mortified at my mistake, I rushed after her.

	"I'm so sorry, Candy," I said.  "Of course I didn't mean to imply you were
a prostitute.  I didn't mean that.  Please forgive me."

	She put her head on my shoulder and cried her heart out.  I smelled the
fragrant perfume she was wearing and inhaled the warmth of her body. I tried
to comfort her, putting my arms around her.  She stayed quietly in my arms
till her sobbing diminished and then, with tears still adding a sparkle to
her eyes, she invited me to their flat for cocoa.

	I loved holding her in my arms but I released her and followed her up the
stairs, watching her pert bum wiggle from side to side.  She opened the
door. Then....as soon as we entered, she thrust me, with unexpected
strength, against the wall and pressed her hot lips strenuously against
mine.  I stood, legs slightly apart, feeling her breasts pressed against my
chest and her legs sliding sensuously against my groin. She must have felt
then how aroused I was. Her tongue was working against mine now.

	If Bob and Paul had gone off, why should we not play?  Besides, this might
convert me to heterosexual lust.  I had never had a girl-friend.  I was
still technically a virgin, is spite of my activities with Bob and Andy.
This might be the opportunity to gain a little more experience. At least, I
would know what I was rejecting.

	I moved my hands to her breasts and fondled them greedily. Then I started
to feel up her jumper, but was to be disappointed.  She firmly moved my hand
away.  I tried again a little later after some more powerful snogging. Again
the same reaction!  Was she what other blokes called a "prick-tease"?

	Instead, she led me to their bed and pulled me down on it. "Feel up my
skirt," she pleaded huskily.  "Take down my panties."

	Quivering with excitement, I obeyed her.  I groped for her lacy knickers
and edged them down. I put them to my nose and loved the scents I picked up.
  Then she became more winsome.  Her deep voice had an erotic charge.  Put
your hand up now and tell me how you like what you feel there."

	With a pulse thudding in my brain, I moved my hand up between her thighs
into a mysterious zone I had never before ventured into.  I felt some pubic
hairs and then, I got the shock of my life!

	For my hand found a penis!  Two balls and a penis!!! Candy was a boy!

	She looked at me anxiously.  I tore off the skirt and saw it for myself.
There was a six inch, erect tool, quite thin and very hard, and a pair of
cute balls hanging below.

	Was this why I had lusted for her so much?  Because she was a boy?

	I grasped the cock, my lust in no way abated.

	She moved it out of my hand.

	"Don't bother about that little thing, honey.  I want you to fuck me.  I
want you inside of me."

	She took me in hand, grabbed my belt and unceremoniously proceeded to undo
my trousers and pull down my briefs. I gave her a helping hand. My cock was
already glistening with precum. I was in a fever.

	"How can I fuck you?  You're a boy!" I yelled.

	In response, she lay back with her legs wide open and pressing down on her
shoulder- blades on the bed to lever up her arse, drew me down on top of
her.  Fumbling in a bedside cupboard, she found a condom and some
lubricating jelly.  She seemed expert at putting it on my rigid cock, and
lubricating it and her back passage at the same time.  Then breathing
deeply, she guided my cock to the entrance of her bum.  She drew me down and
I pushed feverishly.  I met a resistance at the beginning of the passage,
but Candy, as feverish as I was, guided me in and clasped me to her,
devouring my lips with hers as she did so. Then she drew down her legs on my
back and pressed me hard to her.

	I started fucking, trying to be gentle. I was amazed to feel the
contractions she was able to create with her arse muscles around my willing
tool.  She contracted and released, constricted and released, contracted and
expanded, heaving forward and backward as she did so. What bum muscles she
had!  I didn't know they even existed.  They were bringing me off in
spectacular fashion.  I thought you just fucked into an empty hole like a
dead piece of meat... I didn't know you fucked and were fucked at the same
time.  She was sweating away putting in just as much effort as me.

	"Fuck me harder, stud!" she shouted. "Rougher!" she gasped.  I slapped her
bottom cheeks and she yelped in delight.  I then ploughed into her, pumping
faster and faster, furiously pounding into her arse, biting her neck and
earlobes until I could hold out no longer, screamed, "This is all yours,
WHORE!" and shot gallons of cum into the condom deep inside her.

	She continued to moan and clench her arse cheeks. I wrenched myself to the
side of her, then kissed her long and hard on her lips.  She grinned
impishly at me.

	For a time, we messed around with each other. I tried to play with her tool
again, but she was not interested.  Then I wanted to see her breasts, but
she kept her sweater firmly on and I could only pinch what I presume were
false breasts from the outside.  We tangled and wrestled playfully, giggling
happily at our acceptance of each other.  But then I went a bit too far.
Intrigued by her sexuality, I pinned her down on the bed and tussled with
her wig.  I managed to lift it to the side to disclose close cropped, curly
hair and then .... I knew exactly where I had seen her before and the
realisation was like being dowsed in freezing cold water.  She (or he) was
one of Bob's tormentors from last week, one of the four who had been
shouting abuse at him.   I was struck dumb with amazement.

	Meanwhile, Candy was outraged by my attack on her identity.

	"Get out!" she hissed, retrieving her wig.  "Don't you ever dare to come
back to this apartment.  I thought you'd respect a young woman."

	And she quivered with emotion.

	She held the door open for me and I left with my tail between my legs.

	I felt I had betrayed and been betrayed.

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If any reader is still persevering with this story, please send me a message
to keep me going. I will reply:  krisjon40@hotmail.com    Next chapter is
called: Sunday Penance.