Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2010 15:59:26 +0100
From: Nathan Minter <nathanminter1992@googlemail.com>
Subject: Chris' Experiences 6

Chris' Experiences

Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan

Written for Chris himself.

All rules and laws and whatever else you can think of apply. This is just
fiction - please use protection whenever and wherever you are. Enjoy the
story!


	Eventually, his fingers move out, but keep going, until they are
resting on my lips and finally pull away, a string of saliva stretching
from my mouth to them. The feeling of his fingers is soon replaced, though,
but by a different appendage.

	The head of his cock touches my lips, but I keep my eyes closed,
and stay in a trance-like state. He pushes it in, inch by inch, so that
half of it is in, and I can taste the beauty of it.

	"Ready for this?" he murmurs, to which I hum my approval. As soon
as I hum, he gently places his hands on the back of my head. I feel his
cock warm slightly, and something begins to run up his urethra. I feel the
tip expand slightly, and then some warm liquid jettisons out. It's only
then do I realise he's relieving himself in my mouth, and I'm jolted out of
my trance. I jerk my head off his cock, but his hands behind my head push
hard, keeping me there.

	"Spill one drop..." he growls a warning, then shakes my head
slightly to show the power he has over me. There's no way for me to keep
all of the continuing flow of piss in my mouth. Either I let it dribble
out, or I swallow it. I really don't want to get on the wrong side of this
guy, so there's only one option. Hating myself for getting into this
situation, I gulp down all the piss that has collected in my mouth so
far. The taste is worse than anything I've had before, and I nearly gag as
it goes down, but I know I've got to continue, and manage to suppress it. I
swallow each mouthful after that with a pained look, feeling the acrid
taste burning into my taste buds.

	I soon feel the stream of piss dwindle, and a feeling of relief
washes over me, but the feeling doesn't last long, as the guy starts
pumping his cock into and out of my mouth as soon as the piss runs
out. Thanks to the warm up with his fingers earlier, when his cock hits the
back of my throat I don't gag, but let it slide in, lavishing its warmth,
even though I'm hating the guy doing this to me.

	He pumps in and out, tirelessly, taking my oral virginity, scraping
my nose with his pubes and slapping his balls against my chin. The smell of
sex and sweat from here is overpowering. Very shortly, his thrusts get
rougher and with each one I'm pushed back, smacking my head against the
back of the sofa. After minutes of this I begin to feel woozy, and worry
that I'll be knocked unconscious. My fears are unfounded though, as I'm
pulled away from the back of the sofa, impaling my face on his dick as he
spasms into climax, bursting shot after shot of hot cum down my throat,
then pulling out after 3 shots to let the remainder blast over my face,
hair and some landing on my shirt.

	As soon as he's finished wiping the cum dribbling from his cock
onto my face, he gets up and puts his cock away, turning to leave.

	"We're 'ere most mornin's," he says, opening the door, "Me mates
would love tah meetcha." And then he's gone, leaving me on the sofa with
cum covering my face, drying in my hair and my shirt, rubbing myself
through my pants.



	AUTHOR'S NOTE: From now on, I shall be announcing what the theme of
the next part will be, so as to forewarn those who may not wish to read
certain scenarios, and also as a little spoiler for those who would be
interested.

Chris' Experiences 7 theme: Body painting

P.S. More suggestions people? I need them, otherwise I'll just give up on
this and start something else. Thanks for reading, though!

Emails will be happily received, criticisms, flames, junk mail, I don't
care. Well, actually, not the junk mail. Feel free to request or suggest
plot twists.

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