Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 11:44:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin <studcitnooner@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Olympic Swimmer - 2

This is a true story.  Don't read it if you are under
eighteen or don't like stories about guys fucking.

Christian and I made out in the bathroom like maniacs
for quite some time, me now half standing, half
sitting on his lap. Christian tore his head free to
get some air. I looked down at him, both of us
panting.  No way I was letting him get away. I wrapped
my arms around his head and pulled it to my chest. He
began to lick my chest and nipples.  He wrapped his
hands around the small of my back and hugged my cock
right up against his body. I leaned back and let out a
big "oh my gad."  His arms literally enveloped me.

He leaned forward and stood up to carry me into his
bedroom; my 165 pounds no effort at all. At the foot
of the bed he put his hands under my arm-pits and
threw me onto my back on the bed. Then he leaned over
and ripped my boxers off in one move.  My cock snapped
on my stomach. He wiped his mouth and stood looking
down at me with a shit-eating grin. Me propped up on
my elbows, and him just looking my body up and down.
His beauty and his desire released in me a wave of
power and confidence and lust so strong I could hardly
breathe. Every time his eyes grazed it, my cock
jumped. Both our cockheads glistened with precum.

He got on the bed, on his hands and knees over me and
slowly lowered himself down.  Mouth to my mouth; cock
to my cock.  He gently rubbed his cock over mine and
then lowered himself completely onto me with a deep
kiss.  I welled up and came.  I came in waves; arching
my back, mouth receiving his tongue, arms gripping his
rock hard biceps and pelvis pushing against his heavy
warm weight with all my might.  When he felt my come
on his cock, Christian gave a chuckle and began to
hump my belly in earnest.  He came on me with a few
great groans and collapsed.

We relaxed into each other for a few moments, and I
wondered where this would go.

"Wow," he said.

"Wow is right." I replied.  We scooted up the bed
until our heads were on the pillows; me on my back,
hands behind my head; him on his side with his head
propped on his arm.

"Are all American boys so horny?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied with a laugh.  Especially when kissed
by Norwegian/African gods.  Especially when seduced by
Olympic athletes.  "Especially when you lick our
nipples," I added. "Are all Norwegians horny?"

Christian absently ran his index finger through a
puddle of come on my belly.  And tasted it. "Yes," he
replied.  Then he got some more on his finger, and put
it in my mouth, sliding his finger in and out as I
closed my lips in surprise.  Then he put another
finger in my mouth, and the next thing I know I'm
sucking on his big, strong, handsome fingers.  My only
other time with a guy, I was sixteen and exchanged
blow jobs with my best friend twice.  Both times I
pretended I didn't like it so he wouldn't think I was
gay.  Now I was sucking jizz off the fingers of a guy
I hardly knew.

Soon he was licking jizz off my fingers.  Then I was
licking jizz off his belly.  And then he was licking
jizz off my belly.  Then we were licking jizz off each
others' tongues.  We were both still hard and began
rolling around and humping and making out again. I
didn't know where I wanted to put my hands most: his
ass, his biceps, his face.  I was hugging him as hard
as I could trying literally to fuse us together.

After a while we had worked up such a sweat with our
wrestling around, that, non-athlete that I was, I
needed a breather.  I rolled over on top of him, made
him put his hands up over his head and told him to lie
still. Then I proceeded to do what I realize I had
wanted to do since his towel first fell.  I began to
lick him.  All over.

His pink lips set off from his dark skin as if they
were painted on.  The sweat off his brow.  I tried to
lick his armpits, but he was too ticklish so I moved
over to his neck.  Down to the firm roundness of his
pecs.  He ran his hands gently up and down my back.  I
teethed on his nipple; the tiniest, tightest, darkest
nipple I had ever seen on a grown up. Over to the
other nipple. Down his belly, over to his inner thigh,
up and down the inside of his thigh.

I maneuvered my way between his legs and he hooked one
knee over my shoulder as I licked down the back of his
leg  toward his balls.  I sat back and then kneeled up
with his leg practically straight up on my shoulder. I
kissed and licked his inner thigh, behind his knee,
inside his calf, in his instep.  As I devoured the
bottom of his foot and his toes, my hands ran up and
down his leg. I stroked his leg with both hands and
licked it like it was an enormous cock. I tickled his
balls, I tentatively grazed his asshole.  He moaned
quietly.

I pushed his foot off my shoulder and his leg flopped
back onto the mattress.  I looked down on him as he
once looked down on me. His massive thighs and tiny
speedo tan line framed his gorgeous erection
perfectly. Long, straight, true. Brown head just
peeking out from the foreskin. Firm belly, pecs,
massive shoulders, ten foot arms.  And that face.
Those white teeth.  He looked me right back in the
eye.  In his calm, frank lustful gaze, I felt again
sexy and powerful.

I reached down and gently peeled back his foreskin,
revealing the full head of his cock in all its glory.
I leaned over and flicked it with my tongue.  A spasm
rippled across his stomach.  I looked at the head for
a moment then took him in my mouth.  Nothing furtive;
nothing guarded.  Just my desire to suck.

I'm sure it wasn't the most artful blow-job in
history.  But I more than made up for that with
enthusiasm.  I sucked.  And I sucked. And I sucked
some more. I sucked the head, then I took as much as I
could and sucked harder. I gagged and I ran out of
breath but I never once stopped sucking.

He sighed.  He writhed.  He put both legs over my
shoulders and rocked my head back and forth.  My lips
did not part from his cock.  He started to move his
hips.  After a few minutes, as he got closer to
coming, he made as if to push me off.  I held on.  He
wrapped a pillow over his face and began to pant very
loud, "ah, ah, ah." His hips had begun bucking so much
it took all my concentration to keep the suction on
his cock. But I did.

He started to come, arching his back and releasing
great warm waves of cum down my throat.  Almost
crushing my head between his thighs.  I held my lips
on his cock, swallowing some, letting some drip down
my chin. I was completely lost in the energy of his
orgasm.   I sucked as if it were a well that had no
bottom. Finally he leaned down and pushed my face off
his cock with an agonized, "please." He flopped back,
twitched a few times and then lay still, eyes closed.

More to come.  Comments welcome:
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