Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 9:14:23 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: SLEEPING NAKED WITH FRIENDS, The Aftermath, Part 3

                      SLEEPING NAKED WITH FRIENDS
                       The Aftermath, Part Three


     What Lance had suggested he do to relieve my hyper sensitivity did
seem to be working, but I didn't think I could keep doing it with him much
longer. I liked being sucked off, but not by him. I resented the pleasure
he took in doing it to me and hated having to let him do it.

     The next time he wanted us to meet in the basement, I hesitated to
agree. But when the time came, I weakened, going down to the basement
bathroom where Lance was waiting. When I cracked the door, he looked up
from his book, smiling, but saying nothing. I went in and, laying my books
down, stood in front of him, looking around the room as I unbuckled my belt
and was beginning to unbutton my jeans when he broke the silence.

     "Can I do that?" I heard him ask.  "I'd like to."

     "What, this?" I replied, wondering where the fun was for him in doing
it.  "That sounds stupid to me, but I guess so, if you want to. These are
old jeans and frayed, so the buttons are sometimes hard to work, catching
on threads most of the time."

     He smiled, focusing his attention on the bulge of meat relentlessly
pressing against his fingers as he worked at each one of them. Clearing
enjoying himself, he pressed his fingers against its fullness, obviously
getting off on the way my meat swelled back against his hand, teasing him
with each button until, able to pull my jeans and underwear down over my
hips, he watched my aroused endowment swell visibly out from my crotch.

     "Jeez!" I heard him remark quietly, a smile breaking on his face as
its remarkable fullness swayed heavily before his eyes, "you're really
swollen out today. I bet your dick's been looking forward to this. But
then, so have I," he confessed wistfully, "so have I."

     I looked away, disgusted, sensing my dick twist slowly toward his
mouth. He watched it silently, eventually muzzling the generous display of
meat against his face, like a cat, luxuriating in its strong, male scent. I
tried to ignore him, expecting to soon feel the moist warmth of his mouth
envelope the thickening shaft, but I didn't.

     Just as he did the last time, he continued to play with my dick as it
swayed temptingly in front of him, repeatedly grasping its huge head
between his full lips, coaxing it inside his mouth and then letting it
slide slowly out again. This time it went on longer than I could endure.

     "Come on, man," I snapped, pushing him out of my groin. "If you're
going to suck me off, get with it. I didn't come down here for you to play
with my dick.  You know that."  Lance looked up at me, surprised.

     "What are you talking about?" he exclaimed. "You agreed to it. This is
just foreplay. You know you like it as much as I do."  Trying to cradle my
groin inside my hand, I had to laugh at his remark.

     "No way," I managed to reply. "I might like being sucked off. But
having to let you do anything else is disgusting. It's not why we agreed to
meet like this, but I think it's all you're really interesting in." Lance
tried to respond, but I wouldn't let him. "Look, I've about decided I don't
need any more of this solution of yours anyway. As far as I'm concerned we
can call it quits right now."

     "No." he quickly exclaimed. "Please, not yet. Let's stick to our
agreement, at least a few times more. I promise. I'll stick to our
agreement. Okay?"

     I didn't say anything, slowly moving my hand away from still swollen
genitals as I stepped toward him, feeling his hands move against my butt
cheeks as he quietly began to suck down over the head of my
dick. Immediately responding to the incredibly wonderful sensation, I took
a deep breath, trying to relax as my dick was sucked further and further
inside the moist warmth of his mouth.


      I loved the sensation, but irritated by the way he was handling the
butt cheeks, repeatedly squeezing their smooth fullness, his fingers
probing their deep cleavage.  I tried to ignore it, but it was no
use. Shifting my weight back and forth on both feet, trying to squirm free
of his hands, I broke the silence in the room.

     "Come on." I exclaimed, breaking his grip on my butt. "You're getting
weird with this. Squeezing my butt cheeks like that . . . it just feels
queer, and I don't like it." Pulling his mouth reluctantly off my dick,
leaving it swaying, glistening with saliva in the overhead light, Jeff
looked up at me, trying to think.

     "Well, what can I say? You liked it before when I did it," he
replied. "At least you seemed to. I do, very much. You've got a nice ass. I
like feeling of it while I'm sucking your dick. Holding it gets me hot as
hell and, as a result, I'll do a better job sucking you off.  Isn't that
worth it to you?"

     "Well, you're not exactly holding it," I complained, feeling
embarrassed by having to discuss this. "I can tell you like it. That's
obvious, but I don't . . .  it makes me feel funny."

     "Haven't I been giving you what you need?" he replied, calmly. "Why
can't I get something out of it too?"  That comment really pissed me off.

     "What are you talking about?" I exclaimed, angrily. "I think you
already get more out of this than I do.  You agreed to just suck me
off. Remember? But you've spending more and more time just playing around
with my dick and stuff . . . for your own enjoyment, I might add, certainly
not mine. I hate it."  He looked at me.

     "Okay, okay," he replied. "I don't see what's wrong with just touching
your butt, but don't have a fit about it. You must like something about it
to get that upset over it."

    "Look!" I conceded, not wanting to waste time arguing. "Oh, go ahead
and do it if you have to. I don't know why it bothers me either. It just
makes me feel like you're trying to make a girl out of me."

     He started to say something, but decided not to.  Instead, he sat up,
putting his hands on either side of my lower body as he slid his warm mouth
once again over my dick, at first sucking it unemotionally, but with
increasing pressure as he apparently sensed it leaking against his tongue.
Soon he had my dick up quite large and thick, often at times bringing me to
the brink of cuming, then easing off, unconsciously groaning audibly from
the pleasure it gave him.

     Chewing my bottom lip, digging my fingers into his shoulders, I tried
to hold back, eventually pushing against him until, loosening his mouth's
grip on my dick, he allowed it to slide freely almost all the way in and
out, often having to pull off to gasp for air.

    Adjusting my weight on both feet, I leaned my head back, breathing
deeply until I realized he'd moved down onto his knees. Then I felt his
mouth on my balls, licking and sucking their heavy fullness as he pressed
up inside my loose hanging meat until he reached my anus.

     Responding to the stimulation of his mouth against my hugely sensitive
genitals, I closed my thighs against either side of his head, tightening
the cheeks of my butt against the relentless assault of his lips and
tongue, pushing me to the edge of cuming.

     Leaning back, resting one foot up on the commode seat and tilting my
groin up, I immediately felt his tongue licking up behind my balls, probing
between the lower cheeks of my butt which quickly tightened against it as
he probed between them, moaning audibly as he tongued my sensitive asshole.

     Surprised, but recognizing the sensation, I relaxed my thighs,
steadying myself with one hand against the wall as I held my then hugely
swollen dick up against my stomach, the sticky prostate fluid oozing
heavily from the slit as his tongue probed the tight cleavage of my
butt. Squeezing the head of my dick inside my hand, I felt my legs weaken
and tremble as I lowered my hips into the sensation of his mouth, his
moaning increasing rapidly as I did.

     Suddenly, as quickly as he'd begun this, Lance pulled himself up onto
the toilet seat again, eagerly taking hold of my dick, licking the head as
he slid his mouth down over it, sucking mostly the head. All I wanted at
that point was to cum and release the aching pressure of my sperm which was
somehow blocked, or so it seemed.

     Sliding his full lips slowly off the head of my dick, Lance looked
down at the hugely swollen mushroom, flushed with blood, and gently licked
the thick seepage that scored its surface.

     "Damn," he suddenly exclaimed, "you're really leaking. Come on, Man,
let me have your load. Aren't you about ready to cum?"

     "Yes," I anxiously replied, looking down at my red, hugely swollen
dick, "I was for a while there, but when I start, it hurts.  I can't seem
to let go."

    "Maybe you've held back too long," Lance hastily suggested. "Just relax
your groin and let it out when you feel the urge. Trust me. I'll make you
cum."

     "No. Not like that," I exclaimed, reaching down to pull up my
jeans. "I'll do it later myself.  You get so excited it's bound to be too
painful like you'd do it."  Lance didn't say anything at first, as he
looked around the small, cramped bathroom, but I could tell he was
disappointed.

    "Wait," he suggested. "This is not the most comfortable place to be
doing this. You need to be able to relax as much as possible.  Why don't
you rest back on the commode, your back against the wall and your legs open
a much as possible out from your body. You'll have to pull off those jeans
and underwear so you can."

     Without thinking, and a little reluctant, I kicked my shoes off and,
pulling off my jeans and underwear, sat down on the commode, scooting
forward as, leaning back, I parted my legs, my painfully swollen meat
hanging full and heavy from my groin.

     Kneeling between my thighs, Lance stroked my thick shaft firmly with
one hand as he slowly massaged my balls with the other, gently stroking up
under my sack, lightly massaging the tender skin below my prostate and
lower groin.

     "Oh yeah," he whispered faintly, repeatedly mumbling something about
the skin's being so soft in there, and so unbelievable smooth.  Closing my
eyes, I tried to relax, hearing him tell me to trust him. He'd have me
cuming in no time but it might sting a little at first.

      I tried, but intimidated by the increased exposure and easy intimacy
of this position, I felt vulnerable, with little control over what he
did. If it'd help me get off, I guessed I was willing to let him do
whatever he wanted, but not for long. I leaned my head back against the
wall, having to admit to myself it was more comfortable for me, physically.

     Slowly massaging the warm, smooth flesh of my exposed groin with one
hand, Jeff squeezed the thick base of my dick with the other, firmly
sucking the head and as much of the shaft as he could with a slow steady
pressure. I could feel my huge shaft filling with cum.

     Tilting my hips up, I pushed my dick into the warm sucking action of
his mouth, actually grasping the hair on both sides of his head as the
sensation intensified. Encouraged by my reaction, Lance pushed his mouth
further down over my thick, hard shaft, clearly enjoying himself and my
reaction.

     After several moments of this, I began to feel tiny pangs in my balls
and an increased pressure in the head of my dick. I tried to ignore it and
soon I think we both knew I was going to cum, and soon. I tried to remain
relaxed, even as I felt the head of my dick begin to tingle and thicken
against his lips, at times posed over the tip, ready to receive my
load. Then, my groin suddenly gripped by the sensation, I felt a series of
short, almost painful spurts and then a thick gush of cum spurt from my
dick, apparently filling his mouth with its warm fullness.


     Lance was ecstatic, groaning loudly as he savored that load and the
smaller emissions that followed until I clutched his shoulders tightly with
both hands, trying to ease the pressure of his mouth on my painfully
sensitive dick as he continued sucking it, his hands moving excitedly over
my inner thighs and groin.

     Suddenly grasping for a deep breath, I felt my body jerk
uncontrollably as yet another load emptied forcefully from my groin. This
time moaning openly from the acutely wonderful, slightly painful
ejaculation, I was left lifeless, legs apart and sprawled out like a rag
doll, drained by the incredible orgasms and lingering sensation tingling in
my dick and groin.

     Lance was beside himself, almost tripping from excitement and mumbling
to himself as he again pressed his mouth up into my meat, eagerly licking
my painfully sensitive dick and balls hanging limp between my cum and
saliva streaked thighs.

     "Okay, okay . . . that's enough. Stop!" I exclaimed repeatedly,
pushing him away as I eventually stood, unsteadily, making my way to the
basin. He remained in the floor, leaning against the commode. Turning on
the tap, I splashed my face with water as Lance pulled himself up on the
toilet seat, eyes closed, groping himself though his pants.

     Washing off my groin and sticky inner thighs, I felt a little dizzy,
my groin alive with sensation, my dick tingling almost painfully. Waiting
until I felt more stable, I leaned against the basin. Then, managing to
dress and then preparing to leave, I looked over at Lance, still out of it
and seeming to be struggling.

     "Say, man," I asked. "Are you all right?"  He nodded, saying nothing,
seeming still on some kind of trip of his own, stroking his hard dick and I
suspected wanting to beat off.  "Ok, then," I said finally. "I'm going
now." Taking a deep breath, very tired, but feeling pretty good, I made my
way up and out of the basement, leaving him to fend for himself.

			   to be continued . . .

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