Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2010 05:55:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Mike <savantpn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Study Partner Chapter 3

I can't say thank you enough to those of you who have taken time to send me an
email about my story.  It is truly gratifying to have my sharing of my first
sexual experience enjoyed by many others.

And, a special thanks to Nifty for just being there.

Mike

Chapter 3

Never before had a Friday night held such promise and as dinner was ending I
announced I was heading over to Ron's house to study having to stifle a full
grin at the thought of how different that word had become.  Just yesterday
`study' meant head deep in books and notes while now it meant a naked body and a
hard dick.  Oh how much my focus had changed and how it had changed in the
shortest time possible.  The walk to Ron's house was filled with dancing images
of Ron naked and us doing wonderful nasty things together.  I just hoped we
would have enough time alone to do some of them.  The walk became a pleasured
torture because my cock had hardened and was trapped in an uncomfortable
position.  I could have adjusted myself but I left it bent and confined mostly
because it seemed to heighted the depraved visions cycling inside my dirty
mind.  Ron's door loomed and it was answered on my first knock.


Almost as quickly as it opened Ron pulled me inside and deliberately closed the
door fully before he wrapped his arms around me.  His kiss was firm and I
realized so was his penis as he pressed himself into me.   The house seemed
deserted and guessing my question he said, `Mom is on a date, she and my dad
divorced years ago and now she dates on the weekends.  This was better that I
could have hope for and being alone I kissed Ron's boy lips again letting my
pent up lusting loose.  I tried to work my hand into his pants to feel his
fleshy velvet covered manhood while the taboo of a man touching a man heighted
the forbidden nature of what we were doing and served to excite me all the
more.  Ron's pants barely had room enough to allow the passage of my hand... it
was fucking hot.  My arm and hand twisted at awkward angles but I wanted to work
for my fun and refused to loosen his belt or buckle.

Ron's moans added so much to my enjoyment and he sucked in his tummy as much as
he could so my searching fingers could find passage to his organ.  I wiggled my
hand past the elastic band of his shorts and thrilled as I found his warm hard
member and stroked over the sensitive tip of his prick.  We were standing there
with one of my arms around his back and the other deep into his pants.  His
whole body shuddered as I played with his penis, the first cock other than my
own I had become familiar with.  He was so responsive as I tuned into my wild
sexual joy letting my lusting beast take over my actions.  Boldly my hand went
deeper into Ron's pants and I pressed my fingers then my palm over the shaped
tube of his cock on my way to his balls.  I managed to find them but in these
confined quarters I had no hope of being able to cup them....  There was only
enough room to let a single finger reach out to trace over those soft orbs.
Coming back up to his shaft I closed my hand around it.  Clasping his dick with
my hand and arm still at an impossible angle I pivoted around his shaft till I
was facing away from him asking, `where is your room'.  Ron could hardly speak
and only managed to nod towards the stairs.  Feeling nastier than I had ever
felt I held his shaft tight in my fist and with my arm bent at a bizarre angle I
started up the stairs leading him like some kind of sexy pull toy.


I couldn't wait any longer and with Ron still on the stairs a step or two behind
me I let go of his dick.  I turned and sat on the landing facing him.  His belt
line was level with my eyes and I hungered to see his genitals.  I was in a daze
as my hands worked his belt then his zipper.  Roughly I took hold of both his
jeans and shorts and tugged them off his hips.  I could have eased their passing
over his erect penis but I didn't.  Instead I watched them trap and pull
unmercifully at his member in a shared parody of how wickedly twisted I was in
my jeans.  A new realization came to me as I found that bit of discomfort some
how heightened my lust and from how Ron's hips bent and gyrated to his loud
moans I knew he shared it too.


With a deep bass thump his member sprang free and thudded itself in to his
belly.  I worked his pants and shorts all the way down and off his stocking
covered feet then took the socks too.  There he stood nude from the waist down
with a short sleeved button shirt over his torso.  Ron took the last steps past
me turning and crooking a finger to beckon me onward.  The shirt was the kind
with tales and the long bits hanging down front and back served to inadequately
hide his bottom or cock and testicles providing teasing glimpses at those
parts.  Each of his steps caused the tails to wave letting me see flashes of his
cock or balls or even his pale white bottom.  Best of all he knew how almost
hidden he was and purposely added a bouncing sway to his walk.  I found myself
lost in his coy seductive walk filling my hungry eyes with his young half nude
form.  I devoured Ron's sexy body as it disappeared into his room.  Once again
he was mostly exposed and I was clothed.  Smiling to myself I decided to
surprise him and quickly stripped all the clothes from my body.  It felt so lewd
to be so erect and naked in a common area of someone else's house and I looked
down to see my own sex engorged and rigid.


I strutted into Ron's room and found Ron turned away from me focusing on
powering up his stereo system.  He was too engrossed to notice me so I came up
behind him and I reached around his half bent body to find his dick.  Holding
him this way I pulled his body to mine.  He pressed himself back against my
hardness and my dick settled into the valley created by his ass cheeks.  I
wrapped my free arm around his chest pulling him upright against me while I
continued to fondle his sex.  The thin fabric of his shirt slid up and down
between us as I ground my hips making my cock ease over him.  The silky friction
stimulating the sensitive tip under my mushroom head all the while I had Ron's
shaft in my hand.  Locked in a sensual rhythm I felt my cock dance over the
fabric of his shirt with his butt cheeks the merest fraction of an inch away.  I
pressed my penis into him while my hand around his member alternately pulled him
away and then back.  Ron's bottom was so soft and the shirt scandalously thin
images of me and him together brought me close. It was bewitchingly delinquent.
I could have cum so easily and had to struggle to stop that addictive pleasure.


Instead of shooting all over Ron's backside I purposely pulled the tip of my
cock away from that sensitive pleasure and held myself still until the climax
receded.  Stand there totally frozen I spun Ron around to face me.  Now with the
fabric of his shirt soft and thin between us I realize my dick had parted those
tails and my cock was now held within the curtain of his shirt lazily resting
across Ron's hard rod.  I knew that they had met soft heads mushing together in
a kind of penis kiss.  The erotic nature of that image every bit as carnal as
the physical feeling.  Ron's body pushed against mine and he rose up wrapping
both his arms around my head pressing his lips to mine.  He kissed me hard and
with equal passion drove his manhood into me, his dick delivering too much
pressure to my balls.  I wanting to drink up every bit of our sex yet at the
same time I had to withdraw my soft parts to safety.

I fell backwards onto his bed bringing him with me as we found a less hurtful
way for him to slide over me.  With his weight pressing into me I gave myself to
him allowing him to chase his bliss using my body as his sexual toy.  He was
driven, his kisses deep wet and passionate as he wiggled atop me.  I could feel
his need for release as he passed his cock all over my lower body it was insane
and as he squirmed his cock left little wet trails of precum where ever he drag
it.  I spread my legs feeling him drop into the hollow it created feeling
nastier than at any other point in my life.  I allowed him access to any part of
me he wanted to explore and would have let him stick his cock into my ass if
that had been his whim but he had other ideas.  His kisses rained over my lips,
his tongue probed deep into my mouth and then he nuzzled my neck, my cheeks, my
eyes just before he began to kiss at my soft neck.  His attentions went to my
ears as his tongue probed my ear lobe.  I felt cool air hit the curve of my ear
after his tongue left a moist trail only then realizing that coolness was from
him softly blowing the coolness of his breath over me.  That made my whole body
shiver as the wetness he had left behind cooled actually making me dizzy.  It
was then he leaned into me and as he gently expelled a warm moist breath over my
ear he whispered.  `You know there is something else we can do.  Have you ever
heard of a blow job?'


He pulled back and looked into my eyes as I shook my head no.  Smiling down at
me he watched my expression as he told me what it was.  The next thing I knew
was that Ron was dragging his erect member up my tummy taking hold of himself as
he moved higher.  Just when I thought he was going to make me do what he had
just explained he surprised me by rubbing the soft tip of his penis over each of
my nipples as he straddled my body.  I couldn't get enough of him and tried to
look down to watch but the angle was impossible.  With his hard prick so close
to my mouth the thought of what he had told me ran around and around in my head
and in those microseconds I also realized I was eager to try it.   Oh no I was
so much more that eager!  His fist was still around his cock moving it over my
chest and suddenly I was desperately hoping he was going to make me do it.  To
my wild excitement his body scooted up while his free hand went around my head
and in one magical moment he brought his manhood to my face.  I couldn't wait to
take him into my mouth, the whole idea lasciviously filthy.  His dick was right
in front of me and I loved how used it made me feel to have him forcing his cock
against my lips.  Nearly blind with desire my hands found the cheeks of his ass
and with just his tip touching me I pulled him nearer to me and opened my lips
to accept him.  I thrilled with the feel of his warm thick hardness pressed to
my face and then he slid up missing my waiting mouth.


I held his ass cheeks as I rubbed my face all around his prick feeling its tip,
its shaft on my cheeks, my chin, glancing lightly over my closed eyes.  Ron
pushed himself up my face till I felt his balls roll over my lips and I flicked
out my tongue tracing over them.  Then he slid back down as I traced the
downward path of his shaft with my tongue.  The second his tip brushed my lips I
twisted my head kissing it and then taking it into my opened mouth.  I can't
begin to describe how impure and feral his penis entering my mouth made me
feel.  It ignited a hunger I never knew I had and I could not get enough of his
dick.  I licked, I swirled my tongue over all of it and I sucked him as deep
into my mouth as I could.  He moaned and whined as he held my head and pushed
himself down my throat.  I gagged and in an uncontrolled carnal desire I tried
to take it even deeper.  I was lost in an ithyphallic gluttony between gobbling
Ron's organ and my own unattended upright shaft all I could think of was his
fine, hard male parts.  My own swayed with each of Ron's thrusts.  It seemed
stretched to an amazing hardness and I drank up every little movement as it
bounced under its own ponderous weigh.


I was so conflicted by the desire to satisfy my dick's demand for physical
contact while at the same time I swam in the shear masochistic pleasure of
denying myself that very same need.  I was rocketed higher by delaying my own
satisfaction and knew that I was so charged that I would blow massively when the
release finally came.  Thinking of my release brought me full circle back to the
wonderful presence of Ron's young body, his inflamed penis, the musky smell of a
man and of course the power of his rutting that shaft in and out of my mouth.
Ron was fast approaching his ejaculation and even though this would be my first
taste of cum I could not wait for it to happen.  It started with a symphony of
moans and `ahhhhhs' the sounds so deep.  His cock guided itself in my mouth
seeming to seek its own pleasure and the correct friction for its most sensitive
bits.


If I could have smiled it would have been one of malicious teasing because the
second I realized what he was doing I tried to deny his penis the very caresses
it needed.  His vocalizations shouted of frustrated ravage and when it happened
it was spectacular.  Some how his body froze but his penis still moved in quick
truncated thrusts and the first spurt hit with a driven force.  I had to taste
it and had to see it at the same time so my hand shot to his shaft milking it
for all I was worth.  I don't know if it was the thick sexual taste of his
maleness or the image of his cuming in copious bursts but untouched I was too
near my own climax so I clamped my free hand tightly around my own dong to keep
from cuming.


Ron's next milky burst rained over my face and just the thought of seeing his
hard dick shoot that milky bit and the warm feel of it streaming over me added a
deeper lusting to this pornographic moment.  Ron's hands held my head and in his
lost lust he pushed his hard member up my face and through his mess.  I traced
my tongue over his goo covered member as it moved.  His movements slowed and as
he looked down into my face I saw reflected in him the same grimace of sexual
excess I felt deep inside.  In short order he broke away from me leaving me
there with his essence dripping down my face.  I felt so wickedly used and loved
that feeling.  From the other room I heard running water and just as I had done
yesterday he brought a warm wash cloth to me and cleaned me up.  I sat there
passive to his ministrations and let that warm cloth sooth my heightened
passion.  I knew we had many more hours to play and didn't want it to end too
soon.  I was greedy and wanted to fill as many hours as we could with the same
kind of hot sticky sex we had just created.  I hoped Ron was `up' for the task.
That unspoken pun made me giggle out loud and Ron looked at me puzzled.  My
caress of his nuts erased his questioning look.