Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2011 16:33:05 -0600
From: Jonothan Wolf <jwolf24450@gmail.com>
Subject: The List Chapter 3: Kyle

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	 The List Chapter 3- Kyle
       Specimen's name: Kyle
       Height: 5'8
       Build: 140, slim
       Occupation: Student (Undeclared major)
       Age: 18, freshman

	I don't think that Spencer and I left our room for 48 hours after
we started having sex. We literally couldn't keep our hands off of each
other. The first time he stuck his dick in me, it hurt like hell. He
slapped his hand over my mouth to keep from alerting the entire hall. After
a couple of minutes, I got used to the feeling of having him inside of
me. A couple of minutes after that, it felt ridiculously good.

	I don't even know if it's worth describing to you, because I can't
begin to give it justice. Having Spencer fuck me was like nothing I'd ever
felt before. Apparently it was good for him too, because the first we
fucked, he came within three minutes of pumping into me.

	We were both sweaty and spent, but I wasn't about to end this
experiment there. I immediately turned Spencer around, started fingering
his asshole to stretch him out just like David had done to me, and then I
fucked him doggy style. It was slow and gentle at first, but just like me,
when he got used to it, he wanted more.

	Before I knew it, we'd fucked each other three times each. The
first couple of times, we either did it missionary or doggy style. I loved
getting fucked missionary, because Spencer was so tall and agile, he could
bend over really easily and kiss me while he was still deep inside of
me. The third time we did it, I rode him, facing him, holding on to his
chest. It was the deepest his cock could go inside of me, and though it
hurt like a bitch at first, after a couple of minutes, I was begging for
him to push up harder.

	I have to admit, after those couple of days, I was more than ready
to get out there and explore. David and I had hooked up again on Thursday
during our second session, but I was ready to add another specimen to the
list. The weekend was approaching, and Spencer had a scrimmage meet in
Austin. I made plans to hang out with Spencer's friends from home, Dutch
and Kyle. They wanted to check out a Sigma party that I'd heard was pretty
intense.

	"They hardly ever let freshman in, let alone non-Greeks," Kyle
explained on Friday night while we were pre-gaming in my room. I'd met him
a couple of times before and always thought he was kind of cute. He was
smaller than me, about 5'8, had dark hair and dark features. He wore
glasses when I usually saw him, but tonight he must have put some contacts
in. He wasn't someone you'd stop to stare at, but once you saw him, you
realized he was kind of cute. "But my brother was Sigma president last
year, so I kind of still know some of the guys."

	Apparently Kyle and his brother were complete opposites. I'd heard
a lot about Jason Wriggs, not just from Kyle and Dutch, who'd gone to high
school with Spencer, but also from a random girl in my history class. He
was a frat star here on campus, had been president of the student body for
two years in a row, graduated Cum Laude, and got to speak at graduation. He
was now just across the bridge at SMU School of Law. Being Jason's little
brother was social gold here at SMU undergrad, and Kyle knew it. I wasn't
above tagging along, either—especially if meant exclusive fraternity
parties.

	"Are you sure it's cool for us to go?" Dutch asked, referring to
him and me. "I mean, I'm cool just getting a couple cases and playing beer
pong here."

	"No, it's perfectly fine," Kyle said. "I'd tag along anytime I came
up to visit my brother last year, so they all know me. Just stay close to
me until a couple of the brother's get to know you and you'll be fine."

	Kyle then gave us the rundown on the Sigma pseudo-fraternity. It
was a secret organization comprised of the cream of the crop of the big
four frats. If you were tapped to be a Sigma, it meant you were smart,
athletic, good looking and a leader. Supposedly it didn't matter what frat
you were in, but the unofficial rule was that each year the top frat that
year got 5 taps, the second frat got 4 taps, the third frat got 3, and the
fourth frat got 2. Pledges were always tapped their sophomore year. Good
luck getting in if you weren't part of the big four.

	Every semester they threw a handful of the most decadent unruly
parties known to man. They'd start off closed, usually with a guest of
honor from the faculty or local government (apparently a lot of Sigmas go
into politics or high profile jobs. It's like their little network). That
part was pretty hoity toity, wine and cheese. Around 10, they'd dismiss,
and half an hour later, they'd return for the rager. The party was closed
to everyone except Sigmas and Elixirs (the girl equivalent) until
midnight. Invited guests were then allowed in. No one except members knew
what went on for the first two hours (even Kyle would have to stay locked
in his brother's room until midnight when he'd come up to visit), but from
Kyle's reports, everyone seemed to be extremely drunk and coked out by the
stroke of midnight. Rumors swung. Some speculated they'd build coke mazes,
others said it was a secret ritual the guys would perform on the
girls. Yesterday, a girl in my English class, when I told her I was going,
said that the first two hours were a huge Greek orgy.

	It was nearing 11:30 when I was starting to feel pretty buzzed
too. Kyle said we should get there between 12 and 12:30, and since we
weren't officially on the guest list (we were planning on just dropping his
brother's name to get in) we'd probably have to wait awhile.

	"Drink up, boys," he told me. "You don't want to lose your buzz at
all before we get in." He handed me another shot and smiled at me.

	Having been with two guys at this point, I was definitely starting
to pick up on signals from guys who might be interested in hooking
up. There was this one kid in my history class who'd always smile at me
whenever we had to pass papers down the row. One time, I thought I'd test
him, and I scooted my leg so that it was just a hair away from his. He
didn't flinch. Gaining courage, I scooted my leg a little further so that
it was barely brushing his. Again, he didn't move. The next time he passed
down a paper, I smiled back at him. I hadn't made a move yet, but I
definitely planned on adding him to the list.

	That night, I decided to do the same with Kyle before we left for
the party. When he handed me a solo cup full of vodka and sprite, I let my
fingers linger on the cup around his for a split second more than
necessary. I then looked at his face to read his expression. He withdrew
his hands pretty quickly when they touched mine. Damn.

	At around 11:55, Kyle said we should put our sweaters on and head
out. I told the guys I wanted to listen to one more "Pump Me Up" song and
decided to play something from my laptop. Kyle had been sitting in my
chair, so I just walked up behind him, leaned down with my hand on one of
his shoulders and began searching for a good song.

	"Hey," he said. "Let me get out of your way."

	"No worries," I replied pushing down on his shoulder so he couldn't
get up. "It'll just take a second to pull something up."

	I heard a grunt from Dutch behind me. I didn't know if Spencer had
told him that we'd started messing around. Either way, part of me felt like
Dutch knew I was trying to flirt with Kyle. I finally put on a hip-hop
song, grabbed my SMU sweatshirt, pulled it over my t-shirt and slipped on
my Tom's shoes. Kyle had made it clear that we shouldn't wear anything
super nice to the party.

	"One of the rager's last year had highlighter fluid punch," he'd
told us. "They threw it on everyone so that you'd glow under the black
lights on the dance floor."

	We finally left a couple of minutes later. I played the leg game
with Kyle in the cab—I opted to sit in the middle—and instead of
keeping his leg pressed next to mine, he moved it and actually turned out,
looking at the city through the window.  I decided not to push it any
further—besides, I'd be a hell of a lot safer hooking up with a girl
tonight than anyone else.

	When we got to the Sigma house, a two-story brick building not too
far from campus, Dutch and I followed Kyle to the side door. There was
music clearly blasting on the other side. Kyle knocked three times, paused
and then knocked again.

	"Name?" someone said from behind the door without opening it.

	"Kyle Wriggs plus two. Friends of emeritus Jason Wriggs," Kyle said
confidently.

	"Give me a second," the guy said. I guess he recognized Kyle and
just had to get the ok that he could come in. A minute later, the door
opened and a very sexy guy wearing blue shorts and a blue bow tie opened
the door. Behind him was a brother, I presumed. He was dressed in jeans and
white t-shirt that said Fire Truck Crew. The guy in blue looked puzzled
while the other guy ushered us in and said to Kyle "Good to see you, little
buddy. You're always welcome here, whenever. Just have your brother call
ahead next time so we put you on the list. It'll save you the hassle."

	Apparently Kyle wasn't just known by most of the members, but
beloved by the older guys as well. It turns out whenever he'd visited his
brother the last couple of years, he'd become sort of a Sigma mascot. From
the second we walked in, upper classmen were shaking his hand, meeting
Dutch and I and giving us all shots of expensive brand liquor.

	"You're coming with us," one guy said after we'd been in the big
party living room for about five minutes. The place was divided up like a
traditional house, only the kitchen island had been built to regulation
beer pong standards. They even had a short net that ran through. The
fridge, I later learned, was redone so that it held two kegs stacked
together perfectly. The living room had no furniture and a bare wooden
floor that they hadn't even attempted to varnish. I didn't even dare to
venture upstairs or into any of the private rooms. Rusty, the guy who'd
pulled us aside, led Dutch and me to a closed bedroom while Kyle was still
talking to one of his brother's friends.

	"Any friend of little Wriggs is a friend of mine," Rusty said
closing the door behind us. The bedroom was larger than I expected,
probably because there was no bed. There was a knee high coffee table in
the center and pillows all around it. Lying face up on the coffee table was
a gorgeous girl with huge boobs. Between her twin knockers were two shot
glasses. There were several people kneeling around. "Hey, my guys have got
next," Rusty announced.

	I watched as another girl licked salt off of the lying girl's
torso, took the shot from between her chest without using her hands and
then pulled a lime wedge I hadn't even seen from the girl's mouth. Everyone
kneeling and standing around cheered for her.

	"You ready?" Rusty asked looking at both Dutch and I.

	"He is," I said, pushing Dutch forward.

	"Alright then, little buddy, you're up. This here is Little Wrigg's
friend," Rusty announced in a quintessentially Texan accent that made
everything longer and slower. People were already cheering for Dutch.

	"Where do you want it?" the girl lying down asked, holding up a
lime wedge she'd pulled from a bucket near her head. She must have read
Dutch's expression of confusion because she smiled at him, pointed to her
lips and then pointed to her crotch.

	"He'll take the special one, honey," Rusty answered for him. Then
he leaned into us and whispered "No worries, she's clean. We only get the
best help at our parties."

	Wow, I thought. Dutch and I were about to do a shot off of a
prostitute's vagina. Perfect. I watched, drunk enough to eagerly await my
turn. Dutch got over his nerves when he realized no one actually knew this
girl. He bent down, licked her navel, took his shot (he used his hands... I
guess he wasn't a pro at using his mouth to get around round shaped
objects) and then retrieved his lime from between her legs. The cheer
coming from the guys and girls standing around was even louder than it had
been before. The look on Dutch's face when he finished was of sheer joy.

	"Your turn," Dutch said to me when he stood up again.

	"You look like you want a million dollar shot," Rusty said to me.

	"A what?" I asked.

	"Don't worry, little buddy," Rusty said. "I'll hold your hand the
whole time."

	The next thing I knew I was taking a million dollar shot. The girl
on the coffee table had sat up and grabbed two bottles of liquor from the
floor. One was obviously tequila, but the other was something I'd never
seen. I found out later it was a mixture of orange liquor and 151. She
grabbed my head, put it between her legs, poured the two bottles into her
mouth, pulled my head up to hers and then spit the liquid into my mouth. It
burned like none other, already hot from being in the mouth of another
human being. I thought I was going to spit the rest of the liquid that I
hadn't swallowed up when I felt Rusty pull my head towards him. What
happened next surprised the fuck out of me. Out of his mouth, he poured a
sweet lemonade tasting liquid into my mouth. He looked down at me and
smiled.

	"How was that, little buddy?" he asked. Everyone around me was
cheering for me as well.

	"It couldn't have been better," I said trying to wink at him subtly
but probably looking like a fool. The crowd around us went back to playing
their shot game. Feeling as drunk as freshman could feel before passing
out, Dutch and I followed him all around the party.

	Rusty was really cool about having Dutch and me there. We obviously
weren't as popular as Little Wriggs, but he showed us around, introduced us
to girls and brothers, got us a lot of shots and even offered us some hard
drugs if we wanted to. After a couple of hours, when I was somewhere
between wasted and blackout, with little to no inhibitions left to speak
of, Dutch turned to me and said "Let's get out of here."

	The girl he'd been flirting with had gone upstairs with an upper
classmen, I'm assuming to do blow, and Dutch was over it. My drunken self
just nodded and pointed towards Kyle. Kyle saw that we were ready to go,
got our coats and said bye to a bunch of the guys.

	Rusty had called us a cab, and again, I sat in the middle. I was
slightly disappointed to say by to Rusty, but something he did made me
think it wasn't the last time I'd see him. As our cab was pulling out, he
shook my hand, pulled me in for a hug and whispered in my ear so that only
I could here "See you soon, buddy." I didn't know what he meant by it, but
as we rode away in the cab, my thoughts were dominated by Rusty.

	"Are you going to be ok, Cooper?" Dutch asked me. "Want one of us
to walk you up?" We were close to my dorm. Dutch and Kyle were neighbors in
another dorm across the courtyard, but it turned out that a girl Kyle was
talking to lived in my dorm.

	"It's ok, I'll be fine," I slurred unconvincingly. We finally made
it to the curb, Kyle handed the driver a twenty and he got out to let me
out.

	"Are you sure you've got this? I can walk you up and just crash
with my friend Jamie," he said.

	Thinking I'd already exhausted my chances with Kyle, I just
shrugged. "If you think you should," I said, not even thinking that getting
him up to my room would be prime in at least giving him a blow job.

	"Dutch, I'm going walk to Cooper up," Kyle said. "Here," he handed
Dutch another five bucks to have the driver drive him around the
courtyard. "If I get too tired, I'll crash with Jamie. She's been texting
me non-stop this week, so it's not a big deal."

       At that point in the night, I didn't think anything of what Kyle was
doing. I'd tried my best to flirt with him earlier and then he'd spent the
entire night with a bunch of older guys, not really even paying attention
to me, and now he was talking about this Jamie girl. Plus, how fucking
fortunate would it be if I somehow got to sleep with the little brother of
the coolest guy on campus? Even I didn't think I was that lucky. On the
other hand, I thought maybe it could happen. He was so damn cute. And I'd
walked a lot of girls up to their room in my day, and it was the start of a
pretty easy and solid seduction.  Still, even in my drunken state, I didn't
think Kyle had any interest in seducing me.

       We got up to mine and Spencer's room fine. I did need Kyle to help
me fidget with our key a little bit, but we eventually made it inside.

       "Want some Ramen?" I asked him when I'd taken my shoes off.

       "Sure, if you have some," he replied. I guess he wasn't in any hurry
to leave. Plus, what drunk idiot would say no to free Ramen?

       I pulled out a Chicken Cup-O-Noodle, held it up towards Kyle and
smiled at him. He nodded. I went into our bathroom, poured water into the
cup to the fill line and returned to put it in the microwave. I set the
microwave for 3 minutes.

       "Mind if I change?" I asked Kyle. He shook his head and sat down on
Spencer's bed. "You can turn the TV on if you want."

       "I'm good," he said. "I just want to make sure you get into bed
alright. I feel responsible for you being so drunk."

       "No worries, man," I said. "Responsibility is that Rusty guy is
responsible," I slurred, sounding much drunker than I felt, I'm sure. I
pulled off my jeans, forgetting that I'd gone to the party commando and
slipped into some SMU Peruna pajama pants—the wide leg kind that leave
nothing to the imagination.

       "I guess that's why they call you Commando," Kyle said. I hadn't
heard the nickname since the second week of school and was really hoping it
would die down at some point.

       "Who told you that?" I asked, grinning.

       "Spencer did," he replied. And then he gave me a look as though that
wasn't all Spencer had told him. The look only lasted a second, and I'm not
sure he noticed I'd seen it. To be honest, I'm not sure he noticed he'd
given it. As drunk as I was, I'm not even sure I noticed correctly that
he'd given it. What if a look was just a look? I heard the beep from the
microwave indicate the Ramen only had 10 seconds left to cook. "You know, I
think that Rusty guy liked you."

       "What?" I said, taken aback by the sudden change of subject. There
was no way a senior Greek stud could have a crush on me. What the fuck was
Kyle talking about?

       "Yeah," he said. "I mean, people talk about him, and stuff. I don't
know firsthand or anything, but some of the brothers say he swings both
ways."

       "Like, he's into guys and girls?" I asked, taking the Ramen out of
the microwave, stirring it with a plastic spoon and handing it to Kyle.

       "Don't know man," he said. "Just passing on what I heard. When I saw
ya'll doing shots together and walking around, it made a lot of sense. I
think he was flirting with you."

       I didn't respond to him. I just kind of shrugged. If he knew
something, if Spencer had told him something, then he should just come out
and say it. And if Rusty liked me, I needed to get invited to another Sigma
party.

       "Look, Spencer is off at that swim meet this weekend," I said
climbing into my own freshly changed bed. I was suddenly feeling a little
more hopeful with Kyle being there, it being so late, and me feeling so
drunk that there was nothing I couldn't do. Plus he'd just brought up that
another guy liked me. Maybe he was trying to gauge my interest in guys. I
decided to throw out one more bone, just to see what could happen. "If you
don't want to hike up to the fourth floor, you can always crash on his
bed."

       "On his bed?" Kyle asked. I stopped moving midway through lifting my
covers over me. Here I'd thought that Kyle wasn't interested at all. I
mean, I'd used my tried and true `touch and see what happens' technique in
the room and in the car. Was it really as easy as getting him drunk and
offering him Ramen? Or was he kind of jealous at seeing me and Rusty hang
out all night that made him want to try something with me.

       "It is the empty one," I said, pretending not to know what he was
getting at. I'd already hit on him once tonight. If he wanted it, he'd have
to hit on me. He sat in silence for a couple of seconds. I heard him put
the cup of noodles down on the floor.

       "Do you have any shorts I can wear?" he asked. I looked at him,
climbed out of bed and walked to my dresser. When I'd found a pair of my
old running shorts, I turned to hand them to him. He was right behind me,
not saying anything, but simply looking at me. He awkwardly took the shorts
out of my hand, turned and walked towards Spencer's bed. I walked to mine
and sat down. I tried not watching him get undressed, but as creepy as it
was, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. For a compact guy, Kyle was
remarkably ripped, I noticed when he took his shirt off. He had a hairy
happy trail of dark hair that perfectly bisected a runner's v that so many
people work towards but so few actually achieve. If I'd been any less
drunk, I'd feel awkward about watching him. Tonight though, he'd given me
all the signals to make me think it was ok—including watching me get
undressed.

       He dropped his jeans, revealing a nice little package in Armani
boxer briefs. I turned my head, not wanted to get caught staring at him,
but I couldn't help the feeling of blood rushing to my crotch. I slowly
moved to climb back under my covers.

       "You know," he said from above me after he'd finished putting his
clothes on. "I've known Spencer for a long time and I know he wouldn't want
someone sleeping in his bed randomly without permission."

       What a load of shit, I thought. This guy was painting me into a
sexual corner. Without even considering whether it was the right thing to
do or not, I just scooted over on my own bed and said "Then sleep
here. There's plenty of room."

       Now at this point, I knew exactly what was going to happen. Two guys
don't share a bed at four in the morning when there's a perfectly good
empty bed across the way without something happening. I just assumed that
Kyle was trying to hook up without actually saying "hey, let's hook up."
He'd done his part to flirt, I guessed I could seal the deal. We'd talk
about the rest in the morning.

       As drunk as I was, I took a second to note that I was about to
collect specimen number three. I made a mental note to write down my
findings in the morning before Spencer got home; no doubt he'd have a
specimen of his own to add to the list.

       As soon Kyle was in my bed, I felt the heat and warmth from his
body. My dick was already hard at watching the guy change. He climbed in
facing me and I immediately put my arm around him.

       "You're really warm," I said, still not 100% sure I should make a
move. A small part of me still thought I was reading this whole thing
incorrectly and that maybe Kyle wasn't trying to hook up. I pushed that
part of me aside as soon as he smiled at me, thinking even if he wasn't
interested, he was in my bed at four am... something was going to happen.

       Without breaking eye contact with him, I reached down into my covers
and gently stroked Kyle's crotch. His smile got wider.

       "I'm assuming Spencer told you about me," I whispered to him. I
started to stroke his dick gently through my shorts that he was wearing.

       "He didn't have to," he said. "I knew you were into guys when I met
you. The way you and Rusty were all over each other tonight just confirmed
it."

       I smiled at him, really turned on at feeling his cock grow harder
and harder from my touch. "I felt you touching me earlier," he said
slowly. He followed the sentence with a soft moan. "I didn't want to flirt
back because I didn't want Dutch to know about me. We've been friends for
so long I feel like it would weird him out," he continued. I slipped my
hand into his shorts and felt the full heat of his cock on my hand. For
someone getting a firm hand job from a willing guy, he sure did enjoy small
talk.

       "Yeah," I responded. "We'd better keep this between you and me." I
then leaned over into him and locked lips with him. When I say Kyle felt
sexier than he looked, my observations aren't a lie. The guy's body was
tiny, tight and jacked. What little muscle he had wasn't huge, but it was
so hard it was like I was rubbing up against the statue of David. What
really turned me on about him, though, was that he was smaller than me. He
reminded me of all the girls I'd hooked up with before this little
experiment began.

       Not only was he shorter and thinner, but he also let me take
control. When I'd hooked up with Spencer and David, I was the more
submissive one. Being less experienced and smaller than them, I'd sort of
let them take control of the situation, even when I was doing the work.

       With Kyle, he totally let me have my way with him. When we started
kissing, I rolled over so that I was on top of him. He kept craning his
head up to meet my lips and I'd tease him by lifting my head back. His
moans into my mouth were like he was begging me to keep kissing him.

       "Do you have a condom?" he asked, his dick twitching in my
grasp. I'd never felt a cock that hard before in my life. This guy was
dying to have me fuck him and I can't honestly say I didn't share the
sentiment.

       I got up from the bed, walked to Spencer's side of the room and
pulled out a condom from our stash. He must have noticed because as I was
walking back he said "You and Spence share condoms?"

       At that point I knew he had no idea about his childhood friend and
I. Part of me was extra relieved. I didn't have to feel like I was
betraying anyone. I simply shrugged, smiled down at Kyle and climbed back
on top of him. I kept the condom wrapped by the pillow as I made my way
around Kyle's hard body with my tongue. When I say he appreciated every
move, I mean he appreciated every single move. My body weight pressed
firmly against him, I began licking his neck, moving down to his chest and
eventually stopping at his sensitive nipples.

       Not wanting to move too fast, I let Kyle grab my hands and
intertwine his fingers with mine. This was legitimately the most intimate
thing I'd ever done with a guy before. Our hands were moving together as I
continued to descend down his body. When I got to his rock hard cock, I
knew if I spent too much time there, he'd explode before I even got to fuck
him.

       Instead, I gave it a couple of licks, heard him moan in
appreciation, and then continued down. I licked the sensitive area between
his balls and his ass, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He lifted his
legs to almost his shoulder to give me access. We finally let go of each
other's hands as I used mine to pull his ass apart and dive in with my
tongue.

       David and Spencer both loved rimming me, but I'd never really gotten
into it. I tried it once when Spencer and I were first hooking up, but I
couldn't shake the feeling that I was tongue deep inside a dude's ass
hole. Tonight, however, was completely different. With every single one of
my inhibitions laid aside, I licked around his hole for a second and then
stuck what would fit of my tongue into Kyle's ass. He squirmed, moaned
really loudly and arched his back. It didn't feel that much different than
eating out a girl, so I employed the same technique. I peaked up with just
my eyes and noticed that he was playing with his nipples, eyes closed and
couldn't get enough. After about a minute of tonguing and fingering his
ass, I knew this guy was ready.

       "Fuck me," he said softly when I sat up to get the condom.

       "I'm one step ahead of you," I grinned at him, opening the wrapper.

       Trying to be as suave and as experienced looking as possible, I
slipped the condom onto my cock, lowered myself onto my arms so that I was
sort of doing a push-up above him, and then slowly let Kyle guide my cock
into his hole.

       His ass was pretty tight. I noticed immediately it wasn't as tight
as Spencer's had been, but when it came to knowing what he was doing, Kyle
did. He was my first experienced bottom and instead of just laying there
and letting me pump in and out of him, he met my thrusts with upwards
thrusts of his own. I'd do a push up move over him and before I could drive
all the way in, he'd lift his hips up to meet me, causing a rush to flow
through my body.

       We fucked like that for fifteen solid minutes. I could feel myself
sweating over him, our bodies rubbing up against each other, creating an
intense hot friction. I kept looking him in the eyes and he kept whispering
"Fuck me, Cooper. Yeah, fuck me," over and over. It was so hot to get into
bed with someone so vocal. Every time he told me to fuck him deeper, harder
or faster, I got that much closer to losing my cream. Aided by alcohol, I
was able to last much longer than I would have inside of Kyle's tight hole
otherwise. Hearing him beg for it made me want to fuck him even faster and
harder and before I knew it, the friction had gotten too much, and I was
rearing my head back, ready to come.

       "Cum on me," he said. He grabbed my shoulder, stopped thrusting
upwards and said it again. "I want you to cum on my face."

       Now this was brand new for me. Spencer and I always came on each
other's torsos or in a condom or rarely in each other's mouth. Never once
had Spencer asked me to shoot on his face. For some reason, I thought this
move was reserved for sluts, porn stars and prostitutes.

       I couldn't help but oblige however. If the guy wanted my seed on his
face, I'd definitely give it to him. Working quickly, I pulled out of his
ass, ripped off the condom, scooted up on the bed so that I was straddling
his chest and with a second to spare, shot wave after wave of hot cum onto
Kyle's beautiful face.

       The look he gave me as my hot man juice coated his chin, then his
lips, then the ridge between his eyes and then a glob into his hair was
simply priceless. He smiled at me, licking around his lips lightly. I could
feel him jerking his own cock behind me and a second later, his eyes
closed, he smiled wide and I felt a hot stickiness shoot onto my back.
Without even thinking, I leaned down and kissed him, tasting myself on his
lips and not even caring.

       I can't lie, this was the hottest session I'd had to date. Maybe
because I was tipsy. Maybe because Kyle was so cute and tiny and had
unconvincingly played hard to get. Whatever the reason, laying there next
to him, spent as all get out of town felt really, really good.

       "That was amazing," he said. I simply nodded and scooted into the
bed so that I was spooning Kyle. It felt different. Usually Spencer and I
slept next to each other or he slept with his arm around me, but we never
formed a perfect spoon. Tonight, however, I fell asleep with my arm around
Kyle and when I woke up in the morning, I realized he had somehow found his
way into the nook of my shoulder and he was sleeping like a baby.

	**So there's chapter 3 of what hopefully is becoming a great
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