Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2010 16:01:11 -0800 (PST)
From: J Zander <wittyremark@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Should Have Happened: Chris

Note: Inspired by true events, but largely didn't happen (really just the
bits before the explicit sex stuff, very unfortunately). Male-on-male sex
ahead, watch out! Don't read if you're not old enough, or if illegal where
you are (and why are you still there!?).

You know how you're insulted, and it's not until much later you think of an
appropriate reply? This story is the reply this guy SHOULD have gotten, if
only I'd thought of it at the time. Oh, if only! The true events end at the
*** and after that it's all good juicy fantasy.


Chris had invited me over. His college and mine were in the same town, but
separated by several miles. I'd biked over after classes. I didn't mind
doing it (kept me in pretty good shape), mostly because I really had a
thing for Chris. I can't say why, exactly. He was fairly average looking.
Very athletic body, mind you. And red hair. Sort of my kryptonite. Red hair
and that pale freckled complexion? Whew!

When I got there, though, it was obvious he'd forgotten he even invited me.
He was gearing up for his intramural hockey game, which was in just
half-an-hour. He even acted put out that I was there at all. I sat in his
desk chair, watching him move around and put things in his gym bag, getting
angrier and angrier. This was just more of a long list of things he'd been
doing since we both got to college. I'm sure it was just him being
distracted by all that stuff going on Freshmen year, but all I could see
was more of him ignoring me and treating me like crap.

Then he started stripping down, right in front of me, to put on his hockey
stuff. The combination of anger at the way he was treating me and his hard,
pale muscled body near-naked right there in front of me drove me right over
the edge.

***

At the same moment he dropped his white briefs to put on his jock strap, I
reached out and seized his balls.

"What the fuck!" He squawked.

He went to grab my arm, but I squeezed. The pain caused him to bend over
towards me, gasp and try to move away from me. He backed up against the
wall.

"Listen to me, Chris." I was a lot calmer-sounding than I felt.

He was gasping and trying to push me away. If he'd really thought about it,
he could probably have dropped me, but the pain and cold and shock of the
whole thing had him totally off-balance. He was gasping, and asking me to
stop.

I got in his face. "Just listen. I came over here to throw myself at you.
And when I got here? You act like I'm an asshole for even coming."

I eased up on his balls some. He swallowed and looked up at me. I could
tell he still didn't get it. "I came over to suck you." His eyes widened,
and he got, if anything, more red. "Hell, I'd even have let you fuck me if
you wanted to."

Now he got it. I could see it dawn on him. John's gay! He was willing to
suck me! I could have had sex!

As I talked, still gripping his balls tightly but not painfully, I started
stroking him with my index finger. That little patch of skin behind the
balls is SO sensitive. "But nope, that's not going to happen." He was
starting to breath faster, and still staring at me wide-eyed. "You have a
game to get to, and I'm pissed." His limp cock, formerly dangling against
my wrist, started to grow, stretching along my forearm. I continued to
stroke him, and also gently tugged on his balls.

He gasped, and between breaths, choked out, "What ... uh! Can ... unh! We
do?"

I smiled. I have to admit, although my anger was still hot, it wasn't the
only part of me that was. "Well, if you want to come over to MY dorm room
after your game, you could do that. If you want to have some fun."

He gasped again, and was having some trouble breathing. He was certainly
enjoying what was going on. His cock was rock hard.

I let go. He gasped again, partly in pain, partly in disappointment. He
sank down the wall, squatting and put a hand to his crotch. I couldn't tell
if he was trying to relieve the pain or clutch his cock. I turned away and
went to the door.

I stopped and turned. "Oh, and if you want to have a really good time, stop
by the drug store. Pick up condoms and lube."

He gawked at me. I smiled, opened the door and left.

---

After losing my temper with Chris, I went into a sexual fugue. All I could
think of was how he smelled, how his cock felt against my arm and the shock
on his face. I got back to dorm room and beat off, cumming almost
immediately. I drifted off on my bed, naked, exhausted from the high.

I woke up and it was like it hadn't happened. It was dark, my room only lit
by the lights out in the quad. It was well past 11. I cleaned up, put on
some sweat pants and tried to read. I had no idea when Chris' game got out,
and I had no idea if he'd actually come. Hell, I didn't even know if he
liked men. Women, yes, but other than my fantasies and some very suggestive
(to me) wrestling matches in high school, I had nothing.

So I read, paced, looked out the window and paced some more. About
midnight, I gave it up and just lay on the bed. I didn't think I could
sleep, but the knock on the door definitely woke me up. I crossed the space
very fast, nearly killing myself on the chair. I stopped at the door, took
a deep breath, and put on as much calm as I could muster. Then I opened the
door.

Chris stood there.  He looked a little flushed. He had changed his clothes,
put on his jean jacket over his hoodie. And he had a bag in his hand.

"Hi."

"Hey Chris. Come on in." I left barely enough room for him to pass me. He
looked nervously up and down the corridor. No one was around. He pushed
past me, fleetingly rubbing something against me and he moved into the
room. I closed and locked the door.

He looked around, at my roommate's bed and then at me. "Uh..."

"No worries. He goes home every weekend, doesn't come back until Monday
morning." I gestured at the blanket I'd thrown down next to my bed. "Plus,
in case he comes back early, you're too drunk to walk home and had to crash
here."

He swallowed and looked around again. He set the bag down on my desk. I
went over to him, closer than is polite and put my face close enough nearly
to touch noses. He visibly didn't back up, and swallowed again.

"Take off your pants."

"What?" He sounded nervous and surprised.

"Take off your pants." He looked down at himself and then back up to me. I
smiled. "I'm going to have a hard time sucking your cock through your
jeans, Chris."

He let out a breath and chuckled. He pulled off his jean jacket, then
pulled the hoodie over his head and dropped it on my bed. Despite my
outward calm, I nearly fainted when his t-shirt rose up a little from his
waist and showed off his pale white waist and abs. He put out a hand,
touched my bare chest and pushed me back a little, then pulled off his
shoes. I swallowed. He looked at me again, then unbuttoned his
jeans. Damned 501s. It's a good thing I didn't have to unbutton that, I'm
not sure my hands would have been steady enough. I noticed his hands shook
a little.

He pushed the jeans down slowly. Probably because they were
tight. Underneath, he was wearing a jockstrap. It was a good thing I didn't
have a heart condition, I would probably have died. Red hair, pale skin,
muscles AND a jockstrap? Holy shit! He stood up, and kicked his jeans over
to the bed. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the jock.

"Stop. I'll do that."

I moved closer. He smiled, more confidently now, more relaxed. And why not?
He was going to get his cock sucked and I had (seemingly) dropped back into
the more submissive attitude I normally had around him. Without any
warning, I reached my hand out, and gently grasped the jock's sack, nicely
cupping his cock and balls. He winced. I smiled, and he was nervous again.

"Don't worry, no ball squeezing this time." I paused, gripped just a LITTLE
harder. "Unless you want me to."

He swallowed, and shook his head. He was getting red again, and hard. His
jock was starting to tent.

"Ok, no pain. But no promises for later." I let go of him, and I lowered
myself slowly to the floor. I reached out, grasped his legs at his knees
(which were shaking slightly) and slowly moved my hands up. I moved them
nearly to the jock, then circled around to his ass, lightly grasping him
beneath the straps. I kneaded his ass a little, marveling at the rounded,
hard shape. It felt even better than I had imagined: velvety smoothness,
very slightly hairy and under that an almost granite hardness. I leaned
forward and kissed the skin above his jock. He gasped. I looked up at
him. He was intent, and a little glazed. I kissed him a few more times,
never too near his now rock hard dick. The jock was straining against him.

I looked up again. "Ready?"

"Yes!" He gasped out.

I smiled. Pulled my hands away from his ass, reluctantly, bring the straps
out with them. Then I pulled my hands down, and the jock came with
them. His dick bounced out of the jockstrap. He made a sound, that little
grunt I've heard him use when he's hot. His dick bounced a little more as I
brought the jock down to the ground.

I looked at his engorged dick-head for a moment. Then I leaned forward and
licked it. Chris sucked in a breath. It was good, and there was some
pre-cum. It was interesting. I wanted more. And I wanted to make Chris make
more of those wonderful noises.

I took his cock in my mouth, just the head. I swirled my tongue around
it. He let out a deep groan. This I hadn't heard before. It was good. I
took more of him in my mouth and gently sucked. He groaned again, something
deep and animal. He tried to push a little more in, I let him, but I made
sure my hands were on his thighs. I didn't want this to go too quickly.

I sucked for a few more minutes, and Chris alternated groaning and gasping
for breath. He was definitely getting closer. I pulled off and licked the
underside of his cock, balls to tip, and then pulled away.

He looked down and made a noise almost like a whine. I smiled.

"I can finish you now, if you want, just like this. But I have an offer to
make."

"What?" He sounded agonized. He fidgeted a little and his cock bounced; it
looked even harder than before.

"If you want, I can try a technique that's ... a little odd. If you let me,
and follow my instructions, you should have the best orgasm you've ever
had."

He took in a breath. "And?"

"If you do, I get to fuck you afterwards. If you don't, you can fuck me."

He looked at me and licked his lips. I could see lust and doubt cross his
face.

I looked up into his eyes. I could guess the one barrier to this. "No one
needs to know about it. No one is coming in here. It's just us."

"Who decides if it's my best?" He whispered hoarsely.

"You do. It's your orgasm. But if it is the best you've ever had?" I smiled
evilly. He swallowed.

"The best?"

"Never tried it, but it's what I hear."

He took in a deep breath, looked down at his cock and then looked at me.

"Do it."

I moved forward and took his cock, nearly to the base. I even choked a
little. He groaned so deeply, I could feel it in my mouth. While he was
distracted with that, I groped under my bed. I moved up and down his cock
slowly. Finally I found the jar of vaseline, got it open quietly and coated
my index finger with it. I left the jar open between my knees -- I'd
probably need it.

I brought my finger up, and spread the greasy goop along behind his
balls. He gasped, probably from the cold and shock, and then groaned. I
moved my finger further back, and gently circled his anus. He let out
another groan, and I could feel his whole body shiver through my hand on
his thigh. I took it slow on his cock, and slowly circled his asshole. I
kept up this pace for a few minutes, easing off if he started to seem too
eager. When I thought he had relaxed enough, I tightened the circle of my
ass massage, deep throated as much of his cock as I could and pushed my
finger into his ass to the first knuckle.

He groaned. "John, don't--UNH!" I had pushed my finger in deeper when he
got to "don't". I wasn't planning on stopping. I'd made that pretty clear.

I eased my finger out, and then pushed in again. I wasn't doing much with
his cock, letting it rest in my mouth. His attention had definitely been
diverted. I looked up. His mouth was open and he was looking at me in
shock.

I pushed even further in. He made a noise between a grunt and a
whine. "Wait! I -- UNH!" I had gotten my finger as deep as it would go and
could feel the tight knob of his prostate. My finger was wet and hot. His
ass muscles were squeezing my finger, almost pinching it. But I had reached
my goal.

I not so gently began rubbing my finger along his prostate, simultaneously
sucking his cock. He made weird fluttering groan noise, and he leaned over
me, grabbing the top of my desk. His stomach pulsed against my forehead
with every groan and gasp. I kept the finger pace up. Kept sucking him. The
sounds he was making didn't sound human. They made me so hot. My sweat
pants were tented, and I had a growing stain there from pre-cum.

I kept at it for several minutes. Chris's whole body was shaking. I slowed
my fingering for just a moment, and added my middle finger. He cried out a
little in pain, but when I got both fingers on his prostate, his whole body
went rigid and he started cumming.

I didn't stop the prostate massage. Every push of my fingers caused a spurt
of cum into my mouth. I was swallowing at pace, a first in my sexual
experience. I lost track of how many times he spurted. I pushed into him
until his cock jerked but nothing came out. Then I pulled my fingers out of
him.

He collapsed like a rag doll, or a puppet I'd been holding up. He dropped
mostly on me and we fell back onto the floor, luckily on the blanket I'd
put out. He gasped for breath on top of me. His sweaty hair and face were
up against mine. His eyes were wild. I could feel my cock pushed painfully
(for me) against his bare thigh. I had cum in my sweatpants.

I put my arms around him, and kissed him on his cheek. He seemed to rouse
at that, and caught his breath. He lifted up a bit and looked at me for a
moment, then kissed me on the mouth. I was shocked, but kissed him back. It
was very good.

A few minutes of that, and he rolled over off me. Still breathing a little
fast.

I turned onto my side, and rubbed my hand on his stomach under his
t-shirt. He was wet and sweaty and smelled divine. "So?"

He looked at me, another look of lust, doubt and fear. He swallowed.

"That. That was AWESOME!" He slowly grinned.

"Glad you liked it."  I moved my hand up to rub one of his nipples. "And?"

He looked sheepish. "Shit. I've NEVER cum like that. Ever."

I smiled. He swallowed again.

I rubbed his chest, and then stood up. I was a little shaky. I got my
balance, and then pushed my stained sweatpants off. I hadn't put on
anything underneath them. I was hard. After all that, I hadn't stopped
being hard, even after cumming. My cock bobbed from the motion, and Chris
seemed hypnotized.

"Want to suck it?" I asked softly.

He blinked and looked up at me. "I, uh, no. Uh..."

"No sweat, there's always later." I leaned forward over him and started
feeling around inside the bag he'd brought. I was right over him. He made
that little grunt sound again. I glanced down to see him gently stroking
himself, and looking at me.

I pulled out a condom, and the lube. I noisily undid the package.

"Uh. Um. I don't know if, uh..."

I looked him in the eye, took the condom out and slowly pushed it along my
rigid cock. He swallowed, and this time it was just a look of lust that
passed over his face.

I dribbled lube on my cock, then knelt on the blanket.

"Ok, get up."

Chris sat up, then pushed himself to a kneeling position facing me. I put a
hand on his shirt-clad shoulder, and applied pressure. He looked nervous
now, but he turned away from me. Then I pushed on his shoulder, bending him
over and into the doggy position. His ass was perfect, and I lingered long
enough for him to look back over at me. I smiled, and while he watched I
drizzled lube over his ass, mostly near his crack. His whole body shivered.

I dropped the lube nearby and moved forward. My cock nudged one of his
cheeks, and hell, if I hadn't just cum, I would have right then. I moved my
finger up and down his crack with a gentle motion, spreading some of the
lube on his ass with my palm. He grunted again.

I reached under with my left hand and tugged on his balls, running my thumb
behind them. He groaned. I took the opportunity to push my finger into his
ass.

"UNH!" He grunted half in surprise and half in pain. I had pushed my finger
all the way in one go. He spasmed against me for a moment.

Mmmmm, that was nice. I pushed as much lube into him as I could, starting a
gentle rhythm, not trying to reach his hot button. I pulled out, gathered
more lube off him and then pushed it in slowly with two fingers.

"Unh. Uh." Softer this time.

I moved my fingers back and forth for a minute or two. His breathing
getting faster, and his cock was hard again, bouncing against the fingers
of my left hand.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

I pulled out my fingers, making a slow circular motion as I withdrew. He
groaned again. I let go of his balls. Then I grasped both his cheeks with
my hands. His ass was slick and soft and hot. He was red or pink nearly
everywhere. I pulled his ass apart, exposing his anus. It throbbed. I got
into a better position. Chris looked back at me, a worried expression
warring with his lust.

"John, I'm not sure --- UNNNH!!" I cut him off by pushing the head of my
cock into his ass. His ass squeezed against me. I only paused because I
think I lost conscious thought for a moment, the sensation was so good, so
intense.

When I surfaced, I started to push in. Chris groaned and made small
whimpering noises from the pain. He was trying to catch his breath,
probably to object again. I didn't stop until I had my whole length inside
him.

I had hold of his waist. I ground against him a little, getting another
groan amid the gasps. I held myself there for a minute, maybe two, not
pulling out but not staying still either. Then I ever so slowly pulled out
until just the tip of my cock was in him.

I angled a little differently, and then rammed into him.

"UNNNNH!"

I held it there, pulling out just a little and then started short, rapid
little strokes. I had found his prostate, and was banging the hell out of
it. About halfway through his ass spasmed around me, and he blew his load
on the blanket, shouting out. I kept going. I lost track of how
long. Finally, I had to stop to catch my own damn breath. I was all the way
in him, probably pushed against his love spot, based on the low insensible
muttering coming from him. I leaned forward and held onto his shoulders. I
breathed for a few minutes, enjoying the wonderful hot sensation on my
dick.

"So how is it for you?"

He gasped a few times, then blurted out: "FUCK!"

"Ok!" I laughed, pushed off his shoulders, held his waist again and started
to long-dick him in ernest. He kept up a long groan, interrupted by gasps
for breath. With every thrust, I erased more of the memories of the stupid
hurtful things he'd done to me. The cruel teasing. The put-downs. After a
while, I even forgot about those.

I felt like my head was going explode or catch fire. On the up-swing of one
of my pushes into him, I came. And came. And came.

I collapsed on his back, my cock still lodged inside him, trying to catch
my breath. His t-shirt was soaked in sweat, and he was hot beneath me. His
chest expanding and contracting beneath my dead weight as he gasped for
breath too. It was bliss after bliss. I lay there for a while.

"John?" His voice was small and hoarse.

"Yeah?" I said dreamily.

"I uh. I can't hold you up forever."

I chuckled. Then I took a breath and levered myself up off him. I stroked
his back as I rose. Then I ever so slowly pulled out of him. He groaned
again. Hell, I groaned too.

The condom was heavy with cum. I carefully pulled it off and then tossed it
in the waste basket. I sat down with my back to the bed. Chris moved around
and sat down next to me. He was so close his bare leg was pressed against
mine, and he put his arm around me.

He ran his hand along the back of my head and looked at me. His mouth
wasn't smiling but his eyes were. He leaned over and kissed me. More
passionately than I'd ever been kissed. We broke off too soon.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

He laughed. "Fucking me silly?"

"Anytime."



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