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could you have gotten your head and mouth up there to suck it..? or let him fuck your mouth?

arousing story, I'm trying to figure out the logistics of the scene. sexy proposition
 

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“You fucked him?” Jeani exclaimed, stopping her stroking motion on my cock.
“Shh” I said, looking around, nervously. “It was private, just between us. It was a one-time thing.”
She looked at me, incredulously.
“You've got to me kidding, right?” she asked. “Girls would fake injuries just to get him to touch them.” she said. “Shit, there was almost a line forming every night to suck his dick! He was so hot...” she trailed off, dreamily. “I bet he had a beautiful cock...”


Kelly was the only EMT at the camp, so sometimes was called on to visit the girls side, but as a player we were forbidden from making that trip. The coaches watched things pretty closely, so I imagine his opportunities for getting some pussy were rare. Even with a camp full of horny women athletes.


We had returned from soccer camp a week before the semester started, so the campus was pretty empty. The season started the following week, so this was a rare few days off, with no real practices or study. I had been kicking the ball around in the late afternoon sun, when I ran into Jeani. I'd like to say she was my sometimes fuck buddy, but the truth was she picked and chose from the guys on campus at her whim. I always felt like she owned my cock, but she let me keep it for her. Not that I was complaining, she was one of the hottest nubs I'd ever met, and she liked cock. Trouble was she didn't much care who's, and she moved from guy to guy as the mood took her. She was the most dude-like woman possible. Heck, she often boasted about who she's just fucked, or blew, or who's cum was still on her breath.


When I saw her coming across the field, I knew what she wanted by the way she made a beeline over to where I was, then almost dragged me off to the shady hedges behind the goal. It was pretty public, but so few people were about that it seemed not too risky. Still, it was exciting to have her grab my crotch and play with my hardening cock so openly.


She looked directly into my eyes, looking for a clue that I might be lying...
“You? You really fucked him?” she asked again. “He looked so straight.”
“For all I know he is straight.” I reminder her, “He just seemed to need a release, with someone he trusted...” I glared at her “...to keep a secret.”


But she wasn't listening. Without even glancing around, she pulled my shorts and jock down, letting my semi-hard cock flop free. She looked at my cock as if she had found treasure, and although she has seen it before, she studied it. Her gaze was making me hard again.


“This cock was inside Kelly” she whispered. I was about to make some smart-ass comment when she opened her mouth and swallowed me deep. I gasped and tried to steady myself, she sucked me so hard she was almost holding me upright by my cock alone.


Jeani could take me deep, deeper than anyone else could. I felt her rough tongue dance around my swelling head, and drag along my veiny shaft with every stroke. She pulled off and moved down to swallow my sweaty nuts and lick my sack, before working up to my wet shiny dripping cock head again. I wasn't even horny a moment ago, but I was going to nut quickly.


“Did he have a big cock?” she asked, moving from nut to nut.
“Yes” I said, honestly, “The biggest I'd ever seen.”
“Did he get hard? Did you make his cock hard?” she asked.
“Yes” I admitted. “I made his thick cock rock hard.”
“Did he have a beautiful cock?” she licked the back of my sack, tracing the line down my taint.
“Yes, it was the most perfect cock I'd ever seen.” I confessed, as she lightly traced her fingertips from my nuts, across my taint, and over my ass hole.
Jeani reached her free hand into her shorts, and I could tell by the sounds she made that she was fingering herself.


“What did you want to do with his cock?” she asked, her voice unsteady from the action in her pussy.
I hesitated, for a moment.
“I wanted to taste him.” I whispered at last. For some reason, this confession made me shudder with need. I only admitted to her a moment ago that I'd fucked another man, but that's an act of dominance, of control. I could tell myself that I'd beaten him, I'd won, and my prize was his tight sweet ass. However, admitting out loud, to Jeani, that I wanted to suck his cock, on my knees, to bring him to orgasm and feel his body tremble and shoot his hot semen into my hungry, waiting mouth, was intense. It was like stripping away my protection and leaving me exposed. I felt my body tremble and my cock shot out a clear string of pre cum, then another, and another.


“I wanted to suck his cock.” I said out loud.


She sucked me deep and hard, using her hand to follow her lips up and down, sometimes taking a breath and nibbling on my piss slit or foreskin. She sensed I was close and pulled back, letting my foreskin cover my glans, while her tongue played in and around my piss slit. Then she took me in deep, but slowly this time, sucking and teasing my cock through my foreskin. She stuck her tongue in and rand it around my corona, driving me crazy. Then, using her had, she slowly retracted my foreskin while following it down my shaft with her crazy tongue. “What else?” she goaded me.


“Jeani” I said, “his cock was so hard, I wanted to suck him off, to taste his hot load, feel his muscles tense and his cock spurt and throb in my mouth.”


She rewarded my honesty by going at my rock hard fuck tool like crazy, and I felt my knees shake and my hips uncontrollably thrust my cock into her mouth. I grabbed her head to steady myself, and she seemed to like it. I could feel the cum rising up, feel myself loosing control, and I started to roughly fuck her mouth while grunting “I'm cuming, I'm going to shoot!”.


She pulled her mouth off me, dripping saliva and pre cum onto my legs and feet. Her hand never left my shaft, she kept stroking me roughly. I could feel her hot, gasping breath on my cock and nuts.


She leaned back and asked angrily “You going to cum?”
“Oh, yea” I said “I'm coming” I grunted out .
She let go of my cock, causing it to spring up and flop against my stomach, and leaned back onto the grass. In a swift, urgent movement, she ripped off her t-shirt, exposing her big, perfect tits. They rolled and bounced with her every movement. She tossed her legs in the air and slipped out of her shorts in one elegant motion. I looked down on her as she spread her legs, exposing her swollen, juicy, pussy. She reached down to her shaved hairless labia and spread it open, teasing me with it's nearness and heat.
“Cum on me” she said, breathlessly.
I touched my cock, and it jumped. It felt thick, hard, I could feel it throbbing. She gasped and started rubbing her clit, I could hear the swishy sound her fingers made as she rubbed circles around her snatch.


“Cum on me” she said again urgently. I could not have held back if I wanted to, the sight if her writhing, lean body at my feet, framed by the freshly clipped infield grass.
“Cum on me” she almost begged and ordered at the same time.
“I need to see your big cock shoot your load.” she said. “Cover me with your hot cum!”
I was loosing control. My cock pulsed with each stroke, pre cum was splashing everywhere.
She licked her lips, and massaged her hot dripping pussy lips back and forth, trailing shiny pussy juice down to her tight pink ass and back to her hard little clit, moaning and writhing as her orgasm took her. She stared at my cock, watching me jerk it off in front of her.

A few strokes and my cock started to pulse and hot ropes of cum shot out, as each one hit her tits or face she cried out and bucked wildly. She writhed and twisted as if she were being shocked with ten thousand volts, each time a jet of my seed hit her naked body. Her reaction only seemed to make me cum harder. My cock swelled and exploded with each stroke, and I came and came, covering her tits, chest and face with my load.


I fell to my knees, panting like a dog, the last spurts of sticky cum running down my shaft and dripping onto her quivering legs.


Jeani still held her labia spread open, while her body shook and heaved from her orgasm. I moved forward and rubbed the softening head of my still-dripping cock against her hard little clit. She wiggled her hips and I moved to circle her cunt, spreading gobs of cum up past her clit and down to her clenched pink ass.


In the back of my mind, I knew that if I let her up, she'd dress and bounce off, leaving me naked and sticky, alone. She owned me a fuck, after all, she made me tell her about my deepest thoughts, most hidden fears, and she frigged herself off to them, She got me to admit I liked it, a man's body, his cock, his hardness, his orgasm. Now, I needed to fuck her. My cock was spent, however, and I desperately searched for a way to stall her.


I bent down and licked the inside of her thigh, from under her knee to her inner hip joint. She gasped, but spread her legs a little farther apart. I repeated it, this time getting a tiny bit closer to her juicy cunt, but not too close yet. She moaned and moved her hips forward to catch my tongue, but I withdrew it too quickly for her. Again, I teased her thigh, crossing from one to the other, but not touching her pussy. I felt her hips buck again, her voice rising in pitch and she made tiny little cries of frustration.


Then, when I sensed she was growing tired of my game, I dragged my tongue heavily across her labia, and danced it in circles on her hooded clit. She gasped again, and said “You asshole! I hope you like the taste of your own cum!”


But, I did. Fresh, mixed with her wild dripping pussy juice. I lapped it up like a thirsty dog, long hard strokes of my tongue from her clit to her ass, and over again. Her body shook with each taste, and then she grabbed my head with both hands and stared humping my face, uncontrollably.


I broke free and positioned my now hard cock at her pussy, and pushed in deeply. Her hips bucked and she started fucking me back, faster and faster. Her cries were so loud that I was, for a second, afraid we'd attract attention, but fuck it was worth it.


I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and drill deeply into her, while she shook and screamed for more. My wet, sticky balls were slapping her ass, the feeling made me hotter and hotter. She commanded I go harder, harder, so I flipped her over and pushed her down onto her stomach, and easily slipped in from behind. I pulled all out, marveling at how thick my cock looked all dripping with cum and pussy fluids, then pushed in all the way, quickly, again and again. Jeani reached back with both hands and pulled my ass to her faster. This had the effect of pulling my cheeks apart and I cold feel the air rushing over my tight ass pucker, and this feeling drive me over the edge. She cried out “I can't stop cuming!!” and lost it, I pulled out in time to watch my cock star shooting hot cum onto her back, and ass in jet after jet.


Catching my breath, I rolled over and gazed up into the clear, blue sky. Jeani was panting next to me, her chest rising and falling, both of us naked in the cool green grass, unashamed and unable to speak. I turned my head and watched her beautiful face, flush from her orgasm, and thought for a moment what it would be like to fall for her, to be her boyfriend.


She looked over to me, and smiled. In a moment, she stood up and pulled on her clothes. She leaned in close to my face, and said “Next time, fuck my ass like you fucked Kelly's, OK?” and with that, walked off.
 
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The last chapter is almost done, and will be posted soon. Thanks for all the encouragement, it really helps. I love hearing that you came wile reading it.

Just one more note: Does anyone here have access to Yahoo groups, "Stories for Bi men"? Please send me a message. Thanks.
 
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A moment of solitude. I was just laying on my bed, letting my mind wander over the events of the past few weeks. In a few days, the campus would be buzzing with people, there would be assignments, study groups, lab sessions late into the night, and the constant rush to finish papers and practice for the next game.

I had just returned from the pool, and even though I'd showered my skin had that great scent of chlorine and water. I closed my eyes and inhaled, imprinting the subtle smells and sounds of my dorm room into memory. My breathing was slow, deep, I could feel my heart beat gently inside the thick muscles of my chest.

I caught the sound of tiny cries of delight and then giggling drift in from the wooded area outside, and after a few moments of wondering, decided to go take a look. I little exploring later, I passed two flushed, gigleing girls, whispering and making “size” gestures to each other, passing me without looking up. A few steps later and I found Brad sitting under a tree, smoking and absently stroking his very visible semi through his ripped, ragged cut-off shorts. This guy always had women orbiting him, following him to games, hanging outside his dorm room door. Even tough we grew up together, I rarely these days saw Brad alone. After the events at Soccer camp, I expect him to dog me like mad over the Today, I approached him easily. He glanced up, disinterested, and snorted.
I sat down close, he reverse the stub in his lips pulled my face to his, almost as if to kiss me. I inhaled deeply, letting him shotgun the thick smoke into my lungs, and holding it there for as long as I could, then exhaling slowly. After we'd finished it off, Brad said “Let's go swimming” and got up unsteadily, and started off. I shrugged and followed. I expected to head towards the pool center on the grounds, but instead we headed off to the old, abandon pond. This was the original pond on the property from before the school was built, it was spring fed, but had a grassy “beach” area. There was still an old clubhouse and dock, but it was rarely used. It had no electricity, or phone, and the windows were shuttered closed. Seniors called it the old party shack, it was a out of the way location for discrete drinking and hook-ups.

We kicked off our shoes and waded into the cool water, disregarding our shorts and t-shirts. I felt the soft squishy mud and rocks against my feet, until the water got deep enough to swim. I turned over an floated on my back, feeling the sun's warmth on my chest and face. Suddenly, Brad splashed at me, and when I looked over, put his finger to his lips, indicating I be silent. He leaned in close, and said “We're not alone...” and pointed to the old club house. We left the water, and still dripping, made our way over to the old door. Brad pushed it open suddenly, and strode in, with me following close behind.

Mr Post, my physics professor, was naked, sitting in an old lawn chair, his shorts and jock in a pile at his feet, one foot still in the leg of his shorts, the other propped up on the old counter top. He was leaning back, holding an old swinger's magazine in one hand, his semi-hard cock in the other.

Mr. Post was about 40, but in excellent shape. He reminded me of an old-school body builder, in class his solid frame moved with a powerful ease. But now, I could see his heavily muscular body, almost no body fat at all, his cut abs rising and falling with his deep breathing. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, from the afternoon heat, and it made his body look polished and shiny.

Brad closed the door behind us, and I found myself standing in-between Mr. Post's spread legs.

Mr. Post was the most unflappable professor I've ever had. He was 100% business, teaching the material as if introducing an old friend to his family. I knew he was a runner, and would see him at the gym most mornings when I had early classes. Other than that, he kept to himself.

When we entered, he dropped his magazine and tried to cover his exposed cock with both hands, but failed. It was huge, riding up past his belly button and leaving a trail of precum running down his abs.
His egg-sized balls rolled around in his hairless sack as he moved. With his leg up on the counter, he was completely exposed.

Brad moved over to the stack of old porn magazines, and started paging though them, whistling or commenting on the pictures as they caught his attention. He quickly, almost absently, pulled his shorts aside and let his cock fall out, swelling up to the thick meaty rod I remembered. I watched for a second as he brazenly started jerking off in front of us, his massive, thick cock bouncing only inches from Mr. Post's face. “Nice to see you here” he said to me, but glancing over at Brad. Brad grunted something like “He's cool” and returned to his porn magazine. His fire-hose sized cock bouncing as he stoked it, only semi hard but still massive.
I guess Mr. Post figured there was little use in modesty at that point, he uncovered his softening stick and reached again for the magazine he dropped, and old paper-copy of a local swingers club. I glanced over and it was filled with still photos of couples, singles and groups posing or showing off for the camera. It was so amateur, so unafraid, that I became turned on instantly. That, and I was dripping wet, half-naked, standing in-between the legs of my completely nude professor. It was an incredibly erotic moment, so open, and unashamed. I don't know why, but I reached out and touched his calf, feeling the hairless skin, and rippling muscle of his veiny leg. He let me continue while he studied the magazine, imperceptibly spreading his legs apart even further. His cock got a little thicker, much longer, he reached down and pulled it up onto his abs again, making his balls jiggle a little. It was huge, not as thick as Brad's, but longer, with a torpedo shape, and a little downward bend in the lower third. As he got harder, the head poked out of his foreskin, dribbling a little clear drop of precum with it.


“Mr. Post.. “ I started. “Frank” he interrupted. “I think we're past 'Mr. Post' at this point. He was right, and unshakable as always. Once, a girl in the front row as much as flashed him her tits, to get favor on a test. He never even missed a beat, but continued his detailed description of orbital mathematics.
I moved my hands up his leg, past his knee, and lightly traced the veins in his inner thighs. He turned the page in his magazine, and read the new page with deep interest. Tentatively, I ran my other hand up and cupped his heavy sac, gently rolling the nuts around, tugging and feeling their heft in my hand. Frank inhaled quickly, but then grunted an approval and re-adjusted his seat to provide access.
I looked up for a moment, to watch Brad lazily stroking his rock-solid hard rod, a puddle of precum on the counter below his fat mushroom head. The magazine he settled on was men looking for men, so it was page after page of hard bodies and hard cocks, with graphic descriptions of the sexual preferences and desires. My cock was tenting the wet fabric of my shorts, its outline clearly detailed, I quickly stepped out of them and let them drop to the floor with a wet slap. Frank turned the page again, and began studying the adverts and photos of swingers there, as if a naked student of his was not just inches from his exposed, hard cock. I moved in closer, my own rod touching his hardness, and started stroking his cock lightly, from the base to the wet, glistening head. It felt hot, hard, like soft cloth over a smooth, knotty walking stick. His foreskin glided effortlessly over his head, then tugging it gently, back down his shaft, like drawing the wrapping of a prized knife. While he read each page, I kept up my slow pace, letting my cock touch and rub against his.
After a few moments, or maybe longer, Frank looked up, turned his head toward Brad and watched him stroke for a little while, then leaned over and put his mouth near Brad's mushroom head. Brad slowed his stroke and aimed his cock at Frank, pushing his hips forward, pushing his cock up to Frank's lips. Frank seemed to kiss it for a long few seconds, then licked the head clean of precum. I took that as a message to continue, so I bend down to Frank's cock, and licked the head, as he had done to Brad. Frank smiled at me, and returned to his magazine.
The first time I'd sucked a cock, it was in the heat of an orgasm, and I just caught the load at the last moment. This time, I was determined to make it last. I licked down the shaft, and tasted his sweaty, salty sack, chasing his balls around with my tongue and lips. I teased the base of his shaft and slowly ran my mouth up the underside to the tip of his foreskin. I moved forward, and pushed my tongue into his foreskin, pushing against his piss slit, and around the glans. Leaving his foreskin in place, I sucked his head into my mouth, just to the edge of his glands, and danced my tongue round it. Carefully, I sucked it deeper, tasting his sweat, his musk, and feeling the silky skin against my tongue and lips. Frank seemed unaffected, not responding in the slightest, just reading his magazine. His non-reaction made me incredibly hot, it was like his cock was mine to play with, I could do anything to it. I tried sucking it deeper, into my gag reflex point. I bobbed up and down, slowly edging it deeper and deeper each time. I felt his cock head on the back of my throat, blocking my breathing. I tried to inhale and only sucked it in further. At last, I pulled off, licking the saliva and precum off the shaft and caught my breath.
Brad must have been close, he was breathing heavily and starting to moan. Frank looked up from his reading, and watched Brad stroke away, his legs tensing and relaxing, thrusting his hips forward involuntarily as the semen backed up and got ready to shoot out. Frank said to Brad “Hey, do your trick.” Brad looked up from his daze, and grinned back at us. Then, he moved over to a corner of the counter, right near Frank's head. He sat on the corner, hooking his legs underneath, and bent over, taking his own cock head into his hungry mouth. We both watched as Brad started bobbing up and down on his rigid rod, in time with his strokes. He could barely get the head past his teeth, but he sucked on it greedily, his breath coming in gasps and gulps. Then he started to cum. From this angle, I could see his fat cock shaft pulse and pump his hot load up and out, while Brad let a low moan escape his throat. He started swallowing, but his cock spewed and pumped so quickly that drops and rivulets of semen ran down his shaft and stoking fist, to pool on the counter. He pulled off for a second to grunt and breath, and jet after jet hit him in the face. Again, he bent down to swallow his knob, sucking and swallowing over and over. At last he pulled up, and his throbbing cock fell forward, cum still running out. Brad shook and tried to catch his breath, looking over at me for the first time since we arrived, and grinned, his own cum dripping off his face and chin. The entire time, I kept stroking Frank's hard shaft, but now his body was responding by tensing up and flexing, his hips thrusting in time to my strokes. I knew he was close. I gobbled his cock up again, eager to taste his load. My own cock was pulsing, dripping gobs of precum, aching for release. Brad came over and sat down next to me, between Frank's legs, and watched me suck Frank's prong from point-blank range. He reached around to my own throbbing, slick rod, and started stroking me in time to my bobbing motions. I must have dripped a lrge amount, since his hand felt slick and slippery on my hot pole. I pulled Frank's foreskin back, and licked the exposed sticky head directly, tasting each tiny pulse of precum as it spurted from his slit. His body tensed up and he grabbed the chair with both hands, his huge muscular frame rigid and almost stone like, then he burst like a dam, hot jet after jet hit he back of my throat. I swallowed and sucked like mad, but could not keep up with the load his massive tool was pumping out. I pulled up to breath, and cum shot everywhere. I gulped and swallowed his head again, feeling his spurts on my tongue, it was the most erotic thing I'd ever felt, and I came.
I could feel Brad's awkward strokes speed up, as I shook and trembled, my cock exploding into a white hot, sticky mess. Ropes of cum covered chest, Brad's hand and the floor at our feet. I shook involuntarily, my breath came in desperate gulps and gasps. Brad kept up his stroking, and I had to physically stop him, as I became too sensitive to continue.
Frank leaned over and kissed the head of my dripping cock, then me, fully, his tongue darting deep into my mouth, tasting his own cock and semen on my breath. “Now we are brothers.” he said. Brad was licking my dripping cum off his fingers, still grinning.


My phone chirped, a new text. It was Jeani: “Party in my room tonight”
 
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