It was the middle of the summer in a college town. My on again/off again sometimes BF, most times FWB, and occasionally, just a good old-fashioned fuck buddy returned to school for a last summer class. Me being me, I offered Mike -- not his real name of course -- the spare room for the summer.
Picture a fit just-out-of-college guy, strong jaw line and fantastic red hair. Hot from top to toes, his ass was perfectly sculpted, grabbable and amazing. Looking like that, I assumed he was going to have a bastard of a personality. But no. He was genuinely great and ready to have fun...with me! Fast forward a few years and here we are. I was out of town the day he was set to move into my place for the summer semester, so I left a key under the mat for him.
After my trip, I arrived home Sunday afternoon and the house was quiet. Hoping for a shower after my long drive, I head toward my room to put away my luggage and undress for the shower. On the way to my room I saw the door to the spare room was open, and turned to say hi to my new summer housemate when I stopped short to find the reason the house was so quiet.
There was a naked man, face down under a thin sheet on the mattress. I know the did not have any clothes on at all because his delectable, touchable ass was (mostly) uncovered. I told myself NO. He's sleeping! DO NOT. KEEP WALKING. Giving myself a stern talking to, I took a deep breath and went into my room, putting away my things and grabbing a towel for the shower. But I really don't want a shower now. I want something else. I started to drip in my panties just thinking about Mike being in my house. Naked.
What if I just watch him for a little bit? Moving quietly toward his door I lean against the doorway for a moment while my right hand crept toward my throbbing pussy. Just a little touch to sooth myself, but my panties were already damp. I was so wet and slippery, my juices started to escape and the swelling of my clit was begging to be caressed. Stifling a moan, Mike shifts in his sleep.
"Oh, you're awake," I said, hesitating slightly but entering his room. "Have you gotten everything moved in?" Striving for a casual tone.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm kinda stiff from moving all of the furniture in here.”
“Would you like me to rub your shoulders and back?” I asked him, trying very hard to not to beg. Or drool.
“Sure, that’d be great!” He replied, yawning a little.
Setting the towel down I kneeled beside his mattress on the floor and began to massage his neck and shoulders. I had an ulterior motive, however, so I started to work my way down his muscled body. Allll the way down to his lower back. It was really tight. I had been wondering if he asked for a massage because he was also interested in me having my lips wrapped around his cock, but maybe he really was hurting because he moaned when my warm hands got to the spot just above where his butt began. Chastened, I straightened up, unsure of everything now.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Hold on a moment," Mike said, adjusting his position.
Looking down, I noticed that he had actually adjusted himself so his cock now hung down between his legs and I was now getting a really nice view of his plump balls.
“Oh my…” I breathed, taking in the new vastly improved view. “That’s something.”
The sheet had completely "slipped" and I was not going to complain. Did I make him hard? Is he actually turned on too? Was he uncomfortable because of his erect member, and not his back pain? And did I do that?
Oh, yes I am sure now that I did do that, so it’s time to take control of the situation.
When I move to massage his glutes, I wonder if he can feel my erect nipples through my shirt grazing his body every so often. But now I can’t help myself. I neeeeeed to reach between his legs and touch those beckoning balls and wipe off the precum that had manifested itself on the head of his beautiful dick. I sampled it, of course. The same as usual. Clean, a little salty, fresh and delicious.
The massage was clearly over when he said “Would you like me to roll over?”
“MMMMMMhmmmmm… yes, please.”
When he flipped over, his stellar cock snapped up from between his athletic legs, slapping his taut belly with an audible “THWACK”. I really can't help myself. Engulfing his rigid cock all the way down until my nose touched his red pubic hair, I moan and hope he can feel the vibration through his dick. Cupping his balls and holding my position and breath for a moment, I come back up his shaft with a satisfying slurping sound. His dick now coated with my saliva, I stopped to suck and lick the copious amount of precum at the tip.
I take my time licking and nibbling his hard purple shaft, and suck more precum from the head. But his balls need some attention, so I dive down and bathe his balls with my hot tongue, all the while stroking his cock so it does not feel neglected. There is this special place about an inch above where his thigh meets his scrotum, specifically on his left side, and my face fits perfectly there. It feels like home as I inhale deeply to smell his special scent.
That's it. I want all of him right now. Usually, I can draw this out, sometimes for an hour or more just playing with him. But it has been a while, so I dive down on his cock, deepthroating it over and over while one hand massages his heavy balls. Keeping the same rhythm going with my hand on his dick slick with my saliva and his copious precum, I look up and say, “I want your cum. I need it… can you cum for me?”
He said not a word, but groaned, his body tensed and his balls contracted, his *very* hard cock sending the first shot of cum 8-10 inches in air. Holy fuck me, I think...slamming my mouth down onto him, my nose bending a little on his lower abdomen because I took his entire tool down my throat, moving my tongue up and down his shaft at the same time. He convulsed in orgasm for what felt like minutes as I slowed my tongue movements until I was completely still. When his body finally relaxed, I slurped back to the top, kissing and licking his cock and balls clean.
He began dozing off as I gently finished cleaning the last remnants of his orgasm. Quietly I got up, picked up the still clean and dry towel and walked to the door whispering, “Welcome back…” with a wide smile on my swollen just-fucked lips.
Hmmmmm, maybe he’ll join me in the shower next time.
Picture a fit just-out-of-college guy, strong jaw line and fantastic red hair. Hot from top to toes, his ass was perfectly sculpted, grabbable and amazing. Looking like that, I assumed he was going to have a bastard of a personality. But no. He was genuinely great and ready to have fun...with me! Fast forward a few years and here we are. I was out of town the day he was set to move into my place for the summer semester, so I left a key under the mat for him.
After my trip, I arrived home Sunday afternoon and the house was quiet. Hoping for a shower after my long drive, I head toward my room to put away my luggage and undress for the shower. On the way to my room I saw the door to the spare room was open, and turned to say hi to my new summer housemate when I stopped short to find the reason the house was so quiet.
There was a naked man, face down under a thin sheet on the mattress. I know the did not have any clothes on at all because his delectable, touchable ass was (mostly) uncovered. I told myself NO. He's sleeping! DO NOT. KEEP WALKING. Giving myself a stern talking to, I took a deep breath and went into my room, putting away my things and grabbing a towel for the shower. But I really don't want a shower now. I want something else. I started to drip in my panties just thinking about Mike being in my house. Naked.
What if I just watch him for a little bit? Moving quietly toward his door I lean against the doorway for a moment while my right hand crept toward my throbbing pussy. Just a little touch to sooth myself, but my panties were already damp. I was so wet and slippery, my juices started to escape and the swelling of my clit was begging to be caressed. Stifling a moan, Mike shifts in his sleep.
"Oh, you're awake," I said, hesitating slightly but entering his room. "Have you gotten everything moved in?" Striving for a casual tone.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm kinda stiff from moving all of the furniture in here.”
“Would you like me to rub your shoulders and back?” I asked him, trying very hard to not to beg. Or drool.
“Sure, that’d be great!” He replied, yawning a little.
Setting the towel down I kneeled beside his mattress on the floor and began to massage his neck and shoulders. I had an ulterior motive, however, so I started to work my way down his muscled body. Allll the way down to his lower back. It was really tight. I had been wondering if he asked for a massage because he was also interested in me having my lips wrapped around his cock, but maybe he really was hurting because he moaned when my warm hands got to the spot just above where his butt began. Chastened, I straightened up, unsure of everything now.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Hold on a moment," Mike said, adjusting his position.
Looking down, I noticed that he had actually adjusted himself so his cock now hung down between his legs and I was now getting a really nice view of his plump balls.
“Oh my…” I breathed, taking in the new vastly improved view. “That’s something.”
The sheet had completely "slipped" and I was not going to complain. Did I make him hard? Is he actually turned on too? Was he uncomfortable because of his erect member, and not his back pain? And did I do that?
Oh, yes I am sure now that I did do that, so it’s time to take control of the situation.
When I move to massage his glutes, I wonder if he can feel my erect nipples through my shirt grazing his body every so often. But now I can’t help myself. I neeeeeed to reach between his legs and touch those beckoning balls and wipe off the precum that had manifested itself on the head of his beautiful dick. I sampled it, of course. The same as usual. Clean, a little salty, fresh and delicious.
The massage was clearly over when he said “Would you like me to roll over?”
“MMMMMMhmmmmm… yes, please.”
When he flipped over, his stellar cock snapped up from between his athletic legs, slapping his taut belly with an audible “THWACK”. I really can't help myself. Engulfing his rigid cock all the way down until my nose touched his red pubic hair, I moan and hope he can feel the vibration through his dick. Cupping his balls and holding my position and breath for a moment, I come back up his shaft with a satisfying slurping sound. His dick now coated with my saliva, I stopped to suck and lick the copious amount of precum at the tip.
I take my time licking and nibbling his hard purple shaft, and suck more precum from the head. But his balls need some attention, so I dive down and bathe his balls with my hot tongue, all the while stroking his cock so it does not feel neglected. There is this special place about an inch above where his thigh meets his scrotum, specifically on his left side, and my face fits perfectly there. It feels like home as I inhale deeply to smell his special scent.
That's it. I want all of him right now. Usually, I can draw this out, sometimes for an hour or more just playing with him. But it has been a while, so I dive down on his cock, deepthroating it over and over while one hand massages his heavy balls. Keeping the same rhythm going with my hand on his dick slick with my saliva and his copious precum, I look up and say, “I want your cum. I need it… can you cum for me?”
He said not a word, but groaned, his body tensed and his balls contracted, his *very* hard cock sending the first shot of cum 8-10 inches in air. Holy fuck me, I think...slamming my mouth down onto him, my nose bending a little on his lower abdomen because I took his entire tool down my throat, moving my tongue up and down his shaft at the same time. He convulsed in orgasm for what felt like minutes as I slowed my tongue movements until I was completely still. When his body finally relaxed, I slurped back to the top, kissing and licking his cock and balls clean.
He began dozing off as I gently finished cleaning the last remnants of his orgasm. Quietly I got up, picked up the still clean and dry towel and walked to the door whispering, “Welcome back…” with a wide smile on my swollen just-fucked lips.
Hmmmmm, maybe he’ll join me in the shower next time.
