Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2008 15:16:39 +1200 (NZST)
From: Nick Cramer <antinous48@yahoo.co.nz>
Subject: Cool Karl vs the jocks, part 17

In this part, oral sex is described.  Do not read further if this would upset you.

Comments welcome, to antinous48@yahoo.co.nz
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Karl takes over the narration.
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Yes!  Nicky is playing along beautifully, as I guessed he would.  He's a
smart cookie, you don't have to explain things to him.  And he's having
fun, too, stroking and prodding and kneading Robby's abs and his upper
thighs.  Robby is still wearing his skimpy red briefs.  He doesn't have a
hard-on yet, but it's only a matter of time, plus a little help from me ...

I'm standing, leaning back against the wall.  Robby is leaning back against
me, his back against my chest, his thighs against mine.  His arms hang
loose.  My hands are resting lightly on the outside of Robby's thighs, just
below the twin hollows of his buttocks.  Oh my, the feel of that smooth
skin, knowing what powerful muscles are underneath ...  I remember watching
Robby become the all-state school high jump competition.  Why was I
bothering to watch a sissy athletics competition?  I didn't ask myself at
the time, or I didn't want to ask myself.  But now I know.  Now, just under
my fingers, are the muscles that propelled Robby's hunky body upwards over
the bar, time and again, in that high graceful arc ...!  Believe me, I'm
salivating for more of Robby.  My cock is already pretty hard under my
briefs ... But I know I've got to stay casual and keep my hands from
roaming too far too fast, or I'll ruin everything.  I'll let Nicky make the
running at first.

Nicky does something to makes Robby wince again.  I hear a sharp intake of
breath from Robby.  His head jerks back suddenly, banging my nose. Ouch!
But hey, I don't mind, Robby, be my guest!  Because, y'know what, Robby?
The smell of your hair, your thick black hair, is so ... oh, if only I had
the words to describe it ... it's acrid, 'cos its sweaty, but it's oily and
rich and sweet at the same time ...  oh yeah ... I nuzzle in closer and
inhale deeply ...  Then over Robby's shoulder I look down to see what Nicky
is up to.

Nicky is looking up at Robby, a sweet innocent look of concern on his
bespectacled face.  'Oh sorry!  I didn't mean to hurt, but ...  Look, it'll
be easier if we just ...'  And he gently pulls down Robby's red briefs so
they are stretched across his thick thighs.  'Aaah ...' Nicky sighs in
satisfaction.  And I can see why!  There right in front of Nicky's face is
Robby's cock, flopping sideways, not stiff but not totally limp either, and
his big nutsack.  Nicky allows his lips to brush against the base of
Robby's cock, the lightest of kisses.  Then with one hand he quickly pulls
Robby's briefs down to his ankles while with the other he pushes Robby's
cock into an upright position against his belly and presses against it.  A
couple more rhythmic pushes and gentle but insistent squeezes -- and
Nicky's hand is now holding something thicker.  Longer too.  The clearly
defined pink tip of Robby's cock is erupting from under Nicky's fingers.
At once Nicky puts his tongue to work: a long lick, ever so respectful,
slow and appreciative, up the side of Robby's swelling organ.  Then a
second lick, lingering this time around Robby's piss-slit, sort of teasing
it with little flickering caresses.  Meanwhile with his hands Nicky gently
massages Robby's scrotum, the base of his cock and the inside of his
thighs.

'Ohh!  Hey, man ...  Aaah!'  Robby lays one hand with splayed fingers on
his belly while resting the other on Nicky's shoulder.  Is Robby trying to
get Nicky to stop?  Or is he encouraging him to go on?  I'm not sure.  I
think Robby's not sure either.  I hear Robby swallow and kind of clear his
throat.  But if he was planning to give Nicky an order to desist, the plan
quickly dissolves.  All Robby utters is a kind of gurgling sigh.  Nicky is
being ever so respectful and gentle towards Robby, but one thing's certain:
it's Nicky who's in absolute control.  Wow!  My smart little friend is
teaching Robby what it's like to be a sexual pawn -- and to enjoy it!

Well, I'm enjoying it too.  Having Robby's now naked butt pressed against
my crotch, as well as his shoulder blades against my chest and his hair in
my face -- whoooah!  I gotta cool down a bit.  Gotta not cum too soon.  And
delay Robby's climax, too, if possible, for Nicky's sake.  How?  Talk to
him, distract him ...

'Hey Robby, kind of a shame we didn't get to wrestle in the end ...'

'Whaa...?  Why's that?'  Robby half-turns his head.  That's good, he's
distracted from what Nicky's doing, maybe he won't cum so soon ...

'Well, man, you're strong.  Your arms ... your guns ... they're
impressive.'  (By this time my hands have travelled up Robby's arms and are
squeezing his biceps appreciatively.)  'You'd've been hard to beat.  But
all the same I'd have beaten you in the end!  Like I beat Steve!  You saw
me dominate Steve, didn'tcha?  Well ... like now ... I bet you you'll cum
before I do!  You won't be able to hold out!  I mean ... man ... you're
awesome ... your pecs, man ...' (now my hands are cupping the bulges of
muscle below his nipples) 'they're real impressive ... but even so ... when
I shoot my load ... it'll be when I'm good and ready ... not before!  It'll
be you who cums first!'

I stop talking and let that sink in.  Sure enough, I feel Robby clench his
buttocks.  He knows what to do to try and delay his orgasm.  But it'll be
difficult for him.  By this time Nicky is sucking the top half of Robby's
cock while rhythmically squeezing the bottom half.  Robby is breathing
heavily with the effort of not cumming -- while at the same time holding
Nicky's head and guiding Nicky.  Yes, even while struggling not to cum,
Robby is guiding Nicky towards doing whatever it takes to excite him all
the more.  Yeah, it's like I guessed -- you just gotta flatter Robby and
challenge him, and he'll rise to the bait beautifully, in more senses than
one!

Now Robby is not just trying to delay his own ejaculation, he's trying to
speed up mine.  'I turn you on, Karl -- yeah, not surprising -- my awesome
body -- it's the most fantastic feeling you've ever experienced, you gotta
admit -- all I gotta do is reach behind and put my hands on your butt --
and as soon as I squeeze -- as soon as I pull you in against me, real hard
-- it's all over!  You know that!  You'll blow your load -- you won't be
able to resist -- you're too weak -- you haven't got the stamina, Karl!
Not against me!  Not against the fearsome ... stupendous ... musclepower
... of the mighty ... ROBBY FARRELL!'

All the while, Robby is pressing back against me, his hands on my butt,
grinding his own butt rhythmically over my groin.  And I've got to admit,
it works.  How dare he?  You arrogant bastard, Robby, looking back at me
over your shoulder with that cute patronizing grin, it's like you're
reading my mind!  With that final roar of 'ROBBY FARRELL', it's like WHAM!
-- I, Karl, already reeling, suffer the final knockout blow -- the dam
bursts -- I shoot my load.  AAAAH ...!  Those old blue briefs that I'm
wearing are saturated.

My mouth has been open, sucking on the skin of Robby's magnificent shoulder
just beside his neck.  It's like a long big wet kiss.  But at the moment of
my defeat, sucking turns to biting.  I don't draw blood, but the skin over
his trapezius muscle shows the mark later.  'Oww!' Robby yells.  And it's
enough to distract him, enrage him, send him over the edge -- however you
want to put it.  For Robby's resistance comes to an end too, now.  Looking
down over his shoulder, I see huge gouts of cum spurt from the head of his
long thick shaft.  The milky fluid splatters Robby's own chest and belly.
Some of it goes into Nicky's mouth.  Some lands on his cheek.  I even feel
a gob of it land on my forehead.  As the last spasms of the eruption
subside, Robby grabs Nicky's head and squashes Nicky's cheek and nose
against his abs.  Nicky won't object to that, I'm sure.  I too wrap my arms
around Robby's arms and chest and squeeze with all my might, a reverse
bearhug, as I press my cheek against Robby's sweaty neck.  Is it a squeeze
of punishment or gratitude?  Not clear.  But feeling for the first time my
arms tight around that gorgeous torso -- the solid ribcage and the
carefully sculpted muscles under the smooth tanned skin -- wow, it almost
stirs my emptied cock into life again straight away.  Love him or hate him,
Robby Farrell is an impressive guy.

After the eruption, Nicky sits back on his heels.  He seems in no hurry to
wipe Robby's semen off his face.  He is grinning delightedly.  I sag back
against the wall and Robby sags against me.  Robby tolerates my hugging
him, at least for a while.  In fact, he puts his hands up and squeezes my
forearms.  It's Robby who breaks the silence.

'Wow!  That was awesome!  But you know something, Karl?'

'What?'

'It seems a little unfair.  All of us this in this room have just had
orgasms.  In my case a fucking amazing orgasm.  That's all of us except
Nicky.  What are you going to do about that, Karl?'

I have let Robby go now and he has turned to face me.  He's smiling
broadly.  It's the old cocky self- satisfied Robby back again.  Well, I
never thought the humble apologetic Robby would last.  And -- you know
what? -- I'm kinda glad it hasn't.  Robby's arrogance is part of what makes
him so sexy.

'What am I going to do about it?'

'Yes, you.  Don't you think so, guys?  After everything Nicky's been
through and done today -- well, it's been an eye-opener, we've seen he's a
pretty amazing guy.  So he deserves a bit more of a reward.  And I think
it's up to you to supply it, Karl.  Huh?'

I look at Nicky.  He seems to like Robby's suggestion.  He's gawping at me
with a bright grin, all puppy-dog-like.  So what now?

[to be continued]