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- so whats standing under a hot shower got to do with the bugger Bognor experience?
- well its got to be hot, hot as you can take. And pass me a beaker of water.
- What?
- That plastic beaker. Fill it with water. Cold. Let the tap run a bit first.
Cold water is never hard to find in taps in England in November, and after a few seconds it was running at just a few degrees above freezing. I filled the beaker.
- You going to drink it?
- No. Get your jeans off.
- What's that got to do with anything?
- Nothing really, just I want to perv at your cock while I'm jgetting off. You got a nice tent going on there.
Well it was nothing Adam hadn't seen, so I put the beaker of water down, got my jeans off and my briefs as well.
- boing!
Adam's comment was hardly original, but correct.
- okay dude, pass me the water.
Adam took it in his left hand while jacking vigorously with his right, hs eyes fixed on my cock.
- oh Jase I'm gonna cum!
Adam's body tensed. He faced out of the shower with the hot water on his back, and without breaking the rhythm of his wank tipped the beaker of water on his balls.
- FUCK!
His cum shot out. His cock was being wanked at an angle above the horizontal, so the ballistics gave the shot a little height. It was a sensational shot. The second went further, right across the bathroom and spattering the wall opposite. Half a dozen more ribbons followed, very fast. And then it was done. We both measured with our eyes the distance from cock to wall, and realised that Adam had managed a shot of six feet. Awesome.
Adam was panting hard. As he stepped out of the shower he stumbled, caught himself.
- want to try Jase?
Silly question really. I stepped into the shower -stepping out for a moment as Adam had it uncomfortably hot. Getting used to the heat I started a steady wank, watching Adam's wilting cock and the gobs of cum around the bathroom.
- take it steady Jase, you got to get warm before you nut.
I slowed my wanking. Nonetheless I sure wasn't going to set an endurance record.
- I need that beaker Adam.
He filled it and held it ready.
- You got to get the timing just right mate. It has to be in that second when you know there is no way on earth you can hold off and before the spunk actually starts rising. And the water has got to go on your balls, not your cock.
- nearly ready.
My hand went towards Adam's, my finger tips brushing his hand, ready to take the water. And then I realised it was time.
It all happened at once. First of all there was that feeling of inevitable spunking. Then there was the sense that the last thing I wanted to do was our cold water on my balls. It seemed as odd as pulling out of a fuck in the moments before spunk. Then I realised Adam was reaching behind me, of course turning the shower to cold, though I'm not sure I realised it just then.
Well I got the water on my balls. And just as I did the hot shower water turned icy. I was thrusting into my fist, then my knees collapsed under me, and I fell back against the back wall of the shower, the icy water on my front, my cock, my balls.
And I felt myself shoot. A savage, primeval orgasm as the cum ripped out of me, pleasure flooding my body. It was fast. The cum spurts were so very close together, and so very powerful, shot as if from a gun. And the pleasure seemed to move with my spunk from frozen balls to shaft to cock tip, then back deep into my body.
I had hardly finished shooting before I was jumping out of the shower. I seem to remember I called Adam some rude things - then we fell to hugging and laughing. Our cocks rubbed together - mine still boned, his semi but seeming ready for more action. As we broke apart Adam pointed at the ceiling, and there to my utter amazement was evidence of the distance my spunk had travelled.
- so who wins Jase? 6 foot horizontal or 4 foot vertical?
- dunno mate. When do we have the play off?
- well its got to be hot, hot as you can take. And pass me a beaker of water.
- What?
- That plastic beaker. Fill it with water. Cold. Let the tap run a bit first.
Cold water is never hard to find in taps in England in November, and after a few seconds it was running at just a few degrees above freezing. I filled the beaker.
- You going to drink it?
- No. Get your jeans off.
- What's that got to do with anything?
- Nothing really, just I want to perv at your cock while I'm jgetting off. You got a nice tent going on there.
Well it was nothing Adam hadn't seen, so I put the beaker of water down, got my jeans off and my briefs as well.
- boing!
Adam's comment was hardly original, but correct.
- okay dude, pass me the water.
Adam took it in his left hand while jacking vigorously with his right, hs eyes fixed on my cock.
- oh Jase I'm gonna cum!
Adam's body tensed. He faced out of the shower with the hot water on his back, and without breaking the rhythm of his wank tipped the beaker of water on his balls.
- FUCK!
His cum shot out. His cock was being wanked at an angle above the horizontal, so the ballistics gave the shot a little height. It was a sensational shot. The second went further, right across the bathroom and spattering the wall opposite. Half a dozen more ribbons followed, very fast. And then it was done. We both measured with our eyes the distance from cock to wall, and realised that Adam had managed a shot of six feet. Awesome.
Adam was panting hard. As he stepped out of the shower he stumbled, caught himself.
- want to try Jase?
Silly question really. I stepped into the shower -stepping out for a moment as Adam had it uncomfortably hot. Getting used to the heat I started a steady wank, watching Adam's wilting cock and the gobs of cum around the bathroom.
- take it steady Jase, you got to get warm before you nut.
I slowed my wanking. Nonetheless I sure wasn't going to set an endurance record.
- I need that beaker Adam.
He filled it and held it ready.
- You got to get the timing just right mate. It has to be in that second when you know there is no way on earth you can hold off and before the spunk actually starts rising. And the water has got to go on your balls, not your cock.
- nearly ready.
My hand went towards Adam's, my finger tips brushing his hand, ready to take the water. And then I realised it was time.
It all happened at once. First of all there was that feeling of inevitable spunking. Then there was the sense that the last thing I wanted to do was our cold water on my balls. It seemed as odd as pulling out of a fuck in the moments before spunk. Then I realised Adam was reaching behind me, of course turning the shower to cold, though I'm not sure I realised it just then.
Well I got the water on my balls. And just as I did the hot shower water turned icy. I was thrusting into my fist, then my knees collapsed under me, and I fell back against the back wall of the shower, the icy water on my front, my cock, my balls.
And I felt myself shoot. A savage, primeval orgasm as the cum ripped out of me, pleasure flooding my body. It was fast. The cum spurts were so very close together, and so very powerful, shot as if from a gun. And the pleasure seemed to move with my spunk from frozen balls to shaft to cock tip, then back deep into my body.
I had hardly finished shooting before I was jumping out of the shower. I seem to remember I called Adam some rude things - then we fell to hugging and laughing. Our cocks rubbed together - mine still boned, his semi but seeming ready for more action. As we broke apart Adam pointed at the ceiling, and there to my utter amazement was evidence of the distance my spunk had travelled.
- so who wins Jase? 6 foot horizontal or 4 foot vertical?
- dunno mate. When do we have the play off?
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Jason,
So hot. You've got me hard and throbbing. In college we didn't do a pitcher of cold water but a handful of ice crammed around your balls at the same moment of inevitable ejaculation. She loved it too. Do continue . . .
So hot. You've got me hard and throbbing. In college we didn't do a pitcher of cold water but a handful of ice crammed around your balls at the same moment of inevitable ejaculation. She loved it too. Do continue . . .
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Then there was the night it all changed. On the stroke of midnight. The witching hour.
It was a Monday. The rules Adam and I had meant that Monday was a no fuck night. We didn't either of us bring a chick back to our room. We did what students are supposed to do - we studied. Usually we worked until midnight or just after and then turned in. All the students stayed up until midnight - the college had an historic clock-tower with a chiming clock, and you needed to be a particularly sound sleeper to sleep through midnight. Anywhere else it would have been condemned as a public nuisance, but colleges have their own views of what is acceptable for students.
And that's what I was doing. It was about 11.30 when Adam walked through the door, complete with chick. And yes she was hot and I could see why Adam thought she was too good to turn down. But it was Monday and the exams were getting near, and even if you are 18 and ever horny there is a sort of recognition that just sometimes you have to work.
As she vanished into the bathroom Adam started speaking fast in a low voice. "Look I'm really sorry mate but she's, well she's fucking awesome and she's up for it, and ... no mate, she's not up for a threeway, don't even think about it ... she's not staying the night, just give me a few minutes ... look I'll come and get you when she's gone ... you going to the snug are you?"
Well I must be a nice guy. I left, complete with the textbook I was going to read. I remeber saying "give her one for me Adam!" and then I left him to fuck while I went to read the world's dryest textbook, and yes I went to the "snug". The college had a room which was a sort of library, a smallish collection of discarded textbooks and paperbacks left open on an honesty system. It had a table and four upright chairs for anyone that wanted to sit in there and work, but no-one ever seemed to. It really wasn't all that nice. But it was a college "facility" and it made it into the prospectus as a "college library", though everyone called it the snug. It was just a couple of floors down from our room, so very handy.
So at just gone 11.30 I walked into the snug, found it empty, sat down and started working. And I was working. Really I was. I was even making progress.
The stirring of my cock took me by surprise. Now don't think there was anything unusal about this. I could get hard at the thought of a tit or a cock, if the wind blew on my crotch, if I wanted to and if I didn't. But right now there was absolutely no reason for the sudden boner. Scrunched up in my undies - Calvin Klein X - and further imprisoned by the tight fit of my denim jeans my cock was suddenly fully hard. I felt my balls pull high, the college clock struck the first chime of midnight, and at the second my hips thrust forward as the cum shot out. Spasming in orgasm I thrust again and again, in time with the striking clock, a total of eleven gushes of hot and sticky cum.
And then the orgasm subsided. I'm sitting on an upright chair, my briefs sticky and squelchy and cum soaked, with the heat of my spunk quickly turning cold. Looking down I saw a wet spot on the crotch of my jeans and realised that the cum had soaked through. My breathing was still fast and I realised there was a sheen of sweat on my chest and fac - basically a sex flush. I had orgasmed without stroking, without a dirty thought, without a reason, without control. And it was messy.
The next twenty minutes or so was pretty misearble. I was in a mess, but concerned about seeing anyone if I left the snug. While that room was likely to stay quiet the college as a whole had plenty of people in the passageways and on the staircase. Best option was to make a dash back to our room, but with Adam in possession it was hardly practical.
I was very pleased when he walked into the snug about 20 past midnight. He was wearing a t-shirt on, jeans and and a pair of socks - and the contented smile of the guy who has just had his oats. "She's gone, and thanks again mate, and I really do appreciate it and ... you been wanking?"
Adam had of course noticed the cum patch. "Long story mate - look is the corridor empty?"
Well with Adams help I got back to the room. I suppose he thought I had been wanking and cum faster than I thought - in any case he wasn't giving me a hard time. Rather he started a fast account of what he had done with his chick and how he wished I could have seen or fucked her with him. I was hardly listening. I pulled off my clothes, grabbed a towel and was just heading into the bathroom for a shower when my brain processed what he was saying:
" ... so it was at the stroke of midnight I thrust hard and pow, first gush shot up her, and well it sort of came to me (yeah, no pun) that I could thrust with the clock chimes sort of slow and deliberate - it chimes a bit slower than a natural fuck speed, so it was sort of a slowed down orgasm. And I thrust on every chime and shot one out every time the clock went "bong" with the last one on the final chime. Bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk ..."
I turned to Adam and interrupted his story:
- you say you cum at midnight?
- yes, that's what I've been telling you, bonked with the bongs ...
- so was the first spunk on the first stroke of midnight
- yes I spunked at midnight.
- on the first stroke?
- um no, on the second, I was just climaxing and the bell went off and it sort of seemed an idea to thrust in time with it. So I spunked first on the second bong. And on every following bong. So eleven shots. Are you all right mate?
Adam must have seen the look of shock on my face as the implication hit home. Afterwards he told me I turned white and dropped my towel. Probably he was right. I remember taking a couple of deep breaths, then making the only comment that seemed to sum up the predicament.
FUCK!
It was a Monday. The rules Adam and I had meant that Monday was a no fuck night. We didn't either of us bring a chick back to our room. We did what students are supposed to do - we studied. Usually we worked until midnight or just after and then turned in. All the students stayed up until midnight - the college had an historic clock-tower with a chiming clock, and you needed to be a particularly sound sleeper to sleep through midnight. Anywhere else it would have been condemned as a public nuisance, but colleges have their own views of what is acceptable for students.
And that's what I was doing. It was about 11.30 when Adam walked through the door, complete with chick. And yes she was hot and I could see why Adam thought she was too good to turn down. But it was Monday and the exams were getting near, and even if you are 18 and ever horny there is a sort of recognition that just sometimes you have to work.
As she vanished into the bathroom Adam started speaking fast in a low voice. "Look I'm really sorry mate but she's, well she's fucking awesome and she's up for it, and ... no mate, she's not up for a threeway, don't even think about it ... she's not staying the night, just give me a few minutes ... look I'll come and get you when she's gone ... you going to the snug are you?"
Well I must be a nice guy. I left, complete with the textbook I was going to read. I remeber saying "give her one for me Adam!" and then I left him to fuck while I went to read the world's dryest textbook, and yes I went to the "snug". The college had a room which was a sort of library, a smallish collection of discarded textbooks and paperbacks left open on an honesty system. It had a table and four upright chairs for anyone that wanted to sit in there and work, but no-one ever seemed to. It really wasn't all that nice. But it was a college "facility" and it made it into the prospectus as a "college library", though everyone called it the snug. It was just a couple of floors down from our room, so very handy.
So at just gone 11.30 I walked into the snug, found it empty, sat down and started working. And I was working. Really I was. I was even making progress.
The stirring of my cock took me by surprise. Now don't think there was anything unusal about this. I could get hard at the thought of a tit or a cock, if the wind blew on my crotch, if I wanted to and if I didn't. But right now there was absolutely no reason for the sudden boner. Scrunched up in my undies - Calvin Klein X - and further imprisoned by the tight fit of my denim jeans my cock was suddenly fully hard. I felt my balls pull high, the college clock struck the first chime of midnight, and at the second my hips thrust forward as the cum shot out. Spasming in orgasm I thrust again and again, in time with the striking clock, a total of eleven gushes of hot and sticky cum.
And then the orgasm subsided. I'm sitting on an upright chair, my briefs sticky and squelchy and cum soaked, with the heat of my spunk quickly turning cold. Looking down I saw a wet spot on the crotch of my jeans and realised that the cum had soaked through. My breathing was still fast and I realised there was a sheen of sweat on my chest and fac - basically a sex flush. I had orgasmed without stroking, without a dirty thought, without a reason, without control. And it was messy.
The next twenty minutes or so was pretty misearble. I was in a mess, but concerned about seeing anyone if I left the snug. While that room was likely to stay quiet the college as a whole had plenty of people in the passageways and on the staircase. Best option was to make a dash back to our room, but with Adam in possession it was hardly practical.
I was very pleased when he walked into the snug about 20 past midnight. He was wearing a t-shirt on, jeans and and a pair of socks - and the contented smile of the guy who has just had his oats. "She's gone, and thanks again mate, and I really do appreciate it and ... you been wanking?"
Adam had of course noticed the cum patch. "Long story mate - look is the corridor empty?"
Well with Adams help I got back to the room. I suppose he thought I had been wanking and cum faster than I thought - in any case he wasn't giving me a hard time. Rather he started a fast account of what he had done with his chick and how he wished I could have seen or fucked her with him. I was hardly listening. I pulled off my clothes, grabbed a towel and was just heading into the bathroom for a shower when my brain processed what he was saying:
" ... so it was at the stroke of midnight I thrust hard and pow, first gush shot up her, and well it sort of came to me (yeah, no pun) that I could thrust with the clock chimes sort of slow and deliberate - it chimes a bit slower than a natural fuck speed, so it was sort of a slowed down orgasm. And I thrust on every chime and shot one out every time the clock went "bong" with the last one on the final chime. Bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk ..."
I turned to Adam and interrupted his story:
- you say you cum at midnight?
- yes, that's what I've been telling you, bonked with the bongs ...
- so was the first spunk on the first stroke of midnight
- yes I spunked at midnight.
- on the first stroke?
- um no, on the second, I was just climaxing and the bell went off and it sort of seemed an idea to thrust in time with it. So I spunked first on the second bong. And on every following bong. So eleven shots. Are you all right mate?
Adam must have seen the look of shock on my face as the implication hit home. Afterwards he told me I turned white and dropped my towel. Probably he was right. I remember taking a couple of deep breaths, then making the only comment that seemed to sum up the predicament.
FUCK!
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wow ... just, wow .... this story is amazing, hot, realistic ... the new direction makes it better and kinda fantasy which is cool ... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE continue this awesome story ... i really appreciate it
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At first I thought it was just a coincidence, some oddity of chance. After my shower Adam filled me in on the explicit details of his fuck. She had been every bit as hot naked as she had looked clothed, and as soon as I was out of the room they stripped and got down to it. Adam had let her set the pace – fast and furious – which meant they started off cowgirl with Adam lying back and enjoying the ride as she bounced up and down. Then as he got close they rolled over, with Adam on top in press up position power-fucking her.
“And she was soo hot and I was soo pleased you had agreed to fuck off and let me fuck. Thanks mate! Wish it could have lasted a bit longer though.”
“Well you had nearly half an hour”.
“More like twenty minutes by the time you had left and we had got naked. Though in fairness she was wet and gagging for it and I pretty much went straight into the fuck. So twenty minutes – I can last lots longer than that”.
“So why didn’t you?”
“Well I was sort of plateau-ing, really horned up but not quite ready to shoot off, just enjoying the moment, thinking what a good friend you were to give me fuck space. You had told me as you left to give her one for you and I guess I really was. I could have kept going for quite a while, but she got her hands on my balls and started tickling and the cum started rising and I though you had as good as given the moment to me, and as the clock started bonging I went cuuuuuuuummmmmmm.”
“On the second bong?”
“Yes, we’ve done that. I only shot 11 times, not 12. Alright? Only an 11 gun salute.”
“So what were you thinking about as you cum?”
“You watching us fuck. Shame she wasn’t up for it. But it would have been hot”.
It was close to 1am by now. Both of us were tenting, and Adam turned on his laptop and called up some porn. Pretty standard straight stuff. Woman sucks man. Man fucks woman. Woman makes a lot of noise which may or may not be lots of orgasm. Man pulls out and shoots his load. And on to the next scene. Adam was in to it, a few comments about the chick, but mostly some serious jacking. And as the first scene ended with the guy’s spunk dripping off the chicks chin he let fly. I watched him cum. For a moment I thought I felt a heightening of my pleasure, then decided it was nothing more than the usual satisfaction of seeing a guy get release. I wanked on, and somewhere in the next scene I shot my load. And so to bed.
In the morning I woke up boned – nothing unusual in that. I kicked my boxers off and lay on top of the bed wanking, the best way to minimise the laundry bill. In the next bed Adam was still asleep, the sheet pushed off, his boxer crotch clearly visible and no sign of a tent pole. As my pleasure mounted the college clock struck eight. I glanced over at Adam to see if it had woken him – it hadn’t – and saw he was still limp. The clock striking put me in mind of his description of clock-timed thrusts and I could picture his cock thrusting explosively into the velvet depths. And suddenly Adam was tenting, a pole standing erect under the cotton of his boxers. It was a fast erection, and it found the fly of his boxers, so while still asleep his pole pointed up at the ceiling. Somehow it seemed both funny and horny. Staring at his cock, the foreskin retracting over a red glans, I wanked myself towards orgasm.
It was so unexpected. While still asleep Adam was bucking, hips lifting off the bed. He woke up drowsy, and as the first jet of cum rose up my shaft I saw his spunk shoot out. He matched me, jet by jet. As my climax subsided I just stared at Adam. He was now awake, staring at his own cock as if he had never seen it before, glancing across at me. Then he greeted the morning with
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
Well indeed what the fuck was happening. As we talked about it we didn’t believe what was happening. But it seemed it was a special sort of telepathy, and we called it cockepathy.
It took a while to work out just what was happening, but we did. Basically if either one of us orgasmed while thinking of the other, the other one shot off too. Neither of us seemed to have any control over it. Somehow we were on the same wavelength and the orgasmic burst of sexual energy either one of us experienced was felt by the other and triggered a sympathetic orgasm. We also realised we could each sense when the other was sexually aroused, and knew when the other orgasmed, even if he wasn’t thinking about the other.
Suddenly cockepathy opened up whole new sexual possibilities.
“And she was soo hot and I was soo pleased you had agreed to fuck off and let me fuck. Thanks mate! Wish it could have lasted a bit longer though.”
“Well you had nearly half an hour”.
“More like twenty minutes by the time you had left and we had got naked. Though in fairness she was wet and gagging for it and I pretty much went straight into the fuck. So twenty minutes – I can last lots longer than that”.
“So why didn’t you?”
“Well I was sort of plateau-ing, really horned up but not quite ready to shoot off, just enjoying the moment, thinking what a good friend you were to give me fuck space. You had told me as you left to give her one for you and I guess I really was. I could have kept going for quite a while, but she got her hands on my balls and started tickling and the cum started rising and I though you had as good as given the moment to me, and as the clock started bonging I went cuuuuuuuummmmmmm.”
“On the second bong?”
“Yes, we’ve done that. I only shot 11 times, not 12. Alright? Only an 11 gun salute.”
“So what were you thinking about as you cum?”
“You watching us fuck. Shame she wasn’t up for it. But it would have been hot”.
It was close to 1am by now. Both of us were tenting, and Adam turned on his laptop and called up some porn. Pretty standard straight stuff. Woman sucks man. Man fucks woman. Woman makes a lot of noise which may or may not be lots of orgasm. Man pulls out and shoots his load. And on to the next scene. Adam was in to it, a few comments about the chick, but mostly some serious jacking. And as the first scene ended with the guy’s spunk dripping off the chicks chin he let fly. I watched him cum. For a moment I thought I felt a heightening of my pleasure, then decided it was nothing more than the usual satisfaction of seeing a guy get release. I wanked on, and somewhere in the next scene I shot my load. And so to bed.
In the morning I woke up boned – nothing unusual in that. I kicked my boxers off and lay on top of the bed wanking, the best way to minimise the laundry bill. In the next bed Adam was still asleep, the sheet pushed off, his boxer crotch clearly visible and no sign of a tent pole. As my pleasure mounted the college clock struck eight. I glanced over at Adam to see if it had woken him – it hadn’t – and saw he was still limp. The clock striking put me in mind of his description of clock-timed thrusts and I could picture his cock thrusting explosively into the velvet depths. And suddenly Adam was tenting, a pole standing erect under the cotton of his boxers. It was a fast erection, and it found the fly of his boxers, so while still asleep his pole pointed up at the ceiling. Somehow it seemed both funny and horny. Staring at his cock, the foreskin retracting over a red glans, I wanked myself towards orgasm.
It was so unexpected. While still asleep Adam was bucking, hips lifting off the bed. He woke up drowsy, and as the first jet of cum rose up my shaft I saw his spunk shoot out. He matched me, jet by jet. As my climax subsided I just stared at Adam. He was now awake, staring at his own cock as if he had never seen it before, glancing across at me. Then he greeted the morning with
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
Well indeed what the fuck was happening. As we talked about it we didn’t believe what was happening. But it seemed it was a special sort of telepathy, and we called it cockepathy.
It took a while to work out just what was happening, but we did. Basically if either one of us orgasmed while thinking of the other, the other one shot off too. Neither of us seemed to have any control over it. Somehow we were on the same wavelength and the orgasmic burst of sexual energy either one of us experienced was felt by the other and triggered a sympathetic orgasm. We also realised we could each sense when the other was sexually aroused, and knew when the other orgasmed, even if he wasn’t thinking about the other.
Suddenly cockepathy opened up whole new sexual possibilities.
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