Strangled

“I’ve been reading your stories,” he writes.

It’s an 18 year old black guy. His profile picture has him looking up seductively from a pillow.

“Which one did you like?”

“I like them all. Can I see ur pics again?”

We met once about eight months ago. It had to be on campus, because he was between classes.

“I’m on campus could I come” he asks.

It’s almost 6pm. Those pesky janitors will start to poke around the washrooms soon. “Sure, I’m around.”

“Kk.”

I continue reading some stuff online. I get about two minutes into it when I see the message.

“I’m here. In the washroom.”

Shit. I scramble my stuff together and run to the nature building. My favourite washroom is in the basement of the nature building. It’s where I did my second ever BJ, and many since. It is usually pretty safe. But now, I can see the cleaning staff’s supply cart is already wheel out and waiting.

I knock quietly and the door opens by itself, to an empty washroom. When I walk in, he is tucked behind the door.

The youth is tall, and wearing a gray hoodie. I stare at him while I take off my coat and shirt and set them on the diaper change table. I can’t stop staring at his face. His brown skin glows with the youthfulness of a teenager, and his lips are plump and inviting. Yet he is tall and strong. I can’t believe I get to suck his cock.

His hands are large, and he unbuckles his belt with long jointed fingers. “You want me to piss in your mouth?” he asks.

He really has been reading my stories! “Sure!” I tell him, kneeling down. He lowers his black underwear and pulls out his dick, which must be 8” long, and points it down at the floor. I get down and put my mouth on it and wait.

Right away, he puts a hand under my chin and yanks my head up to look at him.

“When I’m ready, I’ll let you know.”

“Yes sir.” I kneel before him and wait obediently. In the silence, I can hear the sink dripping. I stay perfectly still, just waiting and ready to take his stream.

“It’s too hard, so just suck it,” he says.

I obey, wrapping my mouth around it and suckle it like a popsicle.

He grabs my shoulders with his large strong hands and shoves me against the wall, leaning into my mouth so much that he rests his knees against my triceps, and then he face-fucks me.

He grabs my hands in his, and places them on his butt. Then he slaps his ass with my hand. The slap echos in the bathroom, and I fear it could be heard outside the thin door. Still, when he takes his hand away, I slap him again, and squeeze his butt cheek, rolling it in my hands. In response, he shoves his dick further in my mouth.

He stands up and I stay there obediently, letting his dick plop from my mouth. In response, he grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. “Don’t stop,” he commands. “Don’t ever stop for anything.” When I nod my head, he uses his other hand to pick up his massive dick and shoves it into my mouth once again.

I comply, bobbing my head back and forth between his body and the concrete wall.

Then I feel his hands caress my shoulders. They slowly move up my neck, caressing my skin. His hands are so large they can wrap all the way around my neck with no effort. Suddenly they start to squeeze. My windpipe is being compressed by his grip. I am being strangled. I look up at him, eyes wide, and see his face. The world slows down for me. His lips move: “Don’t stop.” he mouths soundlessly. My blood is pounding in my eyes and I am afraid. My mind is racing. He digs his two thumbs painfully into the side of my windpipe. Every detail of his face is burning into my brain now. His plump lips glisten in the bathroom light. His left ear has small a gold star earring. I even notice his eyebrow hair, one errant black strand juts out longer than the others. His eyes are deep brown staring into mine with cold fascination, as he squeezes the life out of me, because nobody every let him do this before. We are intimately connected; we are aggressor and victim. I can see his thoughts and I am scared. The sound of blood rushing in my ears is deafening as he continues to squeeze.

At last he lets up and I gasp for breath, sucking in air around his dick which is even harder now. Don’t stop, I tell myself, and bob my head up and down. He reaches down my back and pulls on the back of my underwear, giving me a wedgie, as he bends forward it becomes difficult to move, my cheek is mashed up against his abs, and I struggle to flick my tongue against his giant throbbing cockhead. Still, he keeps on pulling up, and I can hear the first of many seams of my $35 pump underwear ripping. He relentlessly pulls, and I wince as I hear each stitch rip apart. I feel the fabric bunch together into a tight thin rope and it digs into my anus. My ass is exposed to the cold bathroom air now. That’s when I feel his hand slap my ass. The slap rings out in the bathroom. Again, he slaps me, five, six times, each harder than the last. I cry out in pain, but my cries are muffled against his thigh.

It just makes him hornier. He stands there before me, cock jutting into my mouth and watches while I suck him. “Slower,” he says. I slow down, almost stopping. Too slow. He grabs my head and moves it for me, showing me what he wants.

“I’m gettin’ close.”

I slow down again, obediently, almost stopping.

“No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” With that, I feel his hands reach around my neck again, his large hands closing around my windpipe. This time, as he tightens his grip, he starts to fuck my mouth. I look up, trying to see his face again, but this time he has not bothered to move his shirt, and all I can see is the thick fabric of his hoodie. The blood rushes to my ears, and I begin to notice things. The zipper of his hoodie, the gray and white fibers of this fabric, stitched into microscopic triangles. Time slows down and I can no longer breath, or move in his strong grip. His thumbs stab my throat painfully and he thrusts deeper each time. Although seconds have passed I feel like I can’t breath and I am filled with dread… I am not going to be able to take another breath until he is done with me. My eyes feel huge, like they are going to explode in their sockets. My mind circles in panic. Can he even think straight like this? What if he squeezes harder? Every sense is heightened. I can even taste the subtle saltiness of his pre-cum.

After an eternity, it happens. He grips my neck not releasing it and gasps as his cum courses through his massive penis. With each pulse, his grip slackens and soon I am gasping, sucking in life-giving air so fast I accidentally choke on his thick cum.

“Sorry about the underwear,” he says.

“That’s OK, I have lots,” I tell him. My voice is hoarse.

“Good. You better fucking write a story,” he says, and the door closes behind him.

I immediately lock it so the janitor can’t come in, and look in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and my hair is wild. My neck has two blotches of red skin where his thumbs were. I lean over the sink and splash some water over my face, run my fingers through my hair. It has never felt so good to be alive.

The Big Tip

A new year, and I am back in University Town. It’s the first real working day after the holidays. I get a message on my phone.

“I’m at the Wallace”. The Wallace is an elegant downtown hotel. I’ve never seen its rooms, but I imagine they will be elegant, as the price is over $350/night. He says he can’t send a picture but points me to his instagram. Unfortunately, its locked to followers and I can only see a tiny picture of him. It could be Donald trump for all I know. Do I really want to meet up with someone I’ve never seen?

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” I tell him.

When I walk in the lobby I see only staff. One of them, a well dressed man in a stiff starched white shirt, and fashionably tight dress pants, nods to me. “This way, sir,” he says. I follow him up the marble winding staircase to the second floor. We fly past the reception desk and into a hallway. Briefly I see into the reception hall, place settings already prepared for a beautiful wedding, and it brings back memories from the weddings of school friends, two of which have been in this very room.

I don’t have time to reminisce. He heads to the end of the hall into the Men’s room, looking back at me briefly. At this point, I’m not sure what’s happening. Did I misinterpret him wanting me to follow him? Where is the room he’s supposed to have? He is washing his hands, so I go to the elegant oak door of the first stall, and close the door behind me, not locking it.

My heart is racing. This is not at all what I expected. I stare at the silver plated doorknob and listen. It clicks and he peeks inside.

“Wait here. I will come.”

I nod and take off my coat, as quietly as I can and set it on the hook. At least I know he’s the guy.

After a moment he comes back and steps inside the stall, furtively locking the door behind him. “Sit,” he whispers. I sit down on the open toilet seat, pants inches from the water, and watch has he undoes his belt and unzips his tight dress pants. He wastes no time, and in a moment I’m staring at his rock hard dick. It is about six inches long, thick and veiny, and it has a bulbous head. I tilt my head down, and gently grab its bottom between my lips, and then look up at him. It hurts my eyes to see him, as he is standing directly under the stall’s bright chandelier. He stares down at me and whispers, “Good, yeah, good.”

The toilet is really too high for this, and I wish I were on my knees, but I’m also aware that the door does not go all the way to the floor, so I just it best to stay on the toilet where I can lift up my legs if anyone comes in. Instead I lean into it, and I feel his hand reach down my pants into my exposed butt crack.

“I want to see your cock,” he quietly says to me, so I sit up, unzip my jeans and pull it out for him. I’ve been sucking, so it is hard and as I pull back the foreskin the precum on it glistens in the light.

I get back to work and he grabs the back of my head and presses forward, stabbing his dick into my mouth. As my head is sideways from the angle, it does not have far to go. His huge bulbous head slams into the roof of my mouth and he gasps, holding me there. When he finally lets go I bob up and down on his dick, sucking and he sucks in a breath.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he tells me. “Slowly.”

That’s what I like to hear. I’m in control now, and I let his dick plop out of my mouth, and rotate my body so I’m again twisted sideways, looking up into his eyes, his dick resting on my nose. I lick its underside, and slowly let it fall back between my waiting lips.

“Will you eat my load?” he says. I nod enthusiastically.

He grabs my head again, and starts to fuck it. “Yes, yes,” he says, as I start to suck him harder. “Whoah I’m gonna cum,” he warns, but now he’s unstoppable. My head is firmly gripped in his hands, and I have to grab his ass for balance as he facefucks my sideways turned head.

“I’m cumming now,” he whispers and suddenly stops. I feel him shooting, filling the back of my mouth with his load, and it is stopped from going anywhere by the size of his giant cock head, like a huge stopper.

He stands there, cock dripping into my mouth panting. Then, he grabs some toilet paper and wipes off the tip. Without word, he pulls up his pants, steps out and into the next stall. I hear the toilet flush, and his footsteps as he leaves.

I wash my hands, tasting his thick cum still in my mouth and walk out, past the reception hall into the lobby. If anyone asks I’m in room 307, I decide. But what if there is no room 307? Damn. I look around, not remembering which staircase it was, but still trying to look like a guest.

“It’s this way sir,” I turn and see my host, the bellman, directing me down.

“Thanks,” I walk down the marble staircase and he follows me closely to the main floor. The other staff at the reception turn both stand up straighter and turn to watch us.

“And thank-you, sir.” he says, with a huge smile,  as if I’d just given him the biggest tip of the day.

Party

The 22 year old guy walks into my hotel room and puts his backpack down. He looks around and paces the room. His movements are fluid and graceful.

“I’m Jason.” He spots my cup from 7-Eleven. “Mind if I have some of that slushie?”

“Well,  I already drank half of it. But sure I guess.”

“You sure that wouldn’t be weird?” he asks, delicately grabbing the giant cup and taking a big slurp. “Thanks.”

I’m still trying to place him. He said he met me once when I was in Toronto, but I search my notes, and I can’t find anyone matching his age and description, a young tan-skinned man of 22. He’s tall and thin, and he seems distracted by something. I take my shirt off and get on the bed, check my phone.

“I forgot what you like,” he says, gazing at my chest, while slurping the last of my slushie.

“Anything oral,” I remind him.

“Kay.” he stands in front the bed, thinking a moment. His mind is somewhere else, but he strips to his boxers anyway. I drink in the curves of body, his trim abdomen, and the delicious curve of his ass through his rouge briefs. He climbs the foot of the bed, approaching me and grabs the edge of my jeans. I unbutton them for him and he slowly pulls them down, and grabs my bulge through my underwear.

“Can I see yours?” I ask.

“Oh sure, but I’m shy about it. It’s really small.” Kneeling on the bed, he casually pulls his briefs down over one leg and then the other and flicks them off the bed. He’s right. He has a very tiny cock, but I would still love to swirl my tongue around it in my mouth.

Instead, he yanks my underwear down over my butt. My 7” uncut cock pops out, already hard from the show he’s giving me. He slowly lowers his face to it and I feel the warmth of his mouth engulf it.

“Yeaaahhh….” I moan, and let my legs spread open. I wriggle my butt into the hotel’s king size comforter, and enjoy the feelings of his mouth on my member. His movements are robotic, but well practiced and my dick is rock hard.

“Would you like me to suck you too?” I ask him.

His head pops up, and he licks his lips. “Can you hear that?” he asks.

“What?”

“The music. I think there’s a party next door.” He sits back on the bed, pensive. “You ever crashed a party?”

What? “Not really…”

“Would you wanna?” he asks, with a sparkle in his eye. “What do you think would happen if we went over there?”

Oh god, I’ve never been at a hotel party since high school. And there, I knew everybody. “Well they might tell us to get lost.”

“I don’t think they will.”

“What kind of party do you think it is?

“I don’t know. They could have prostitutes. If I went over would you come with me?”

“I dunno, maybe?”

But he’s already got his pants on again and wriggling his lithe torso into his shirt. What the hell, why not. I quickly get dressed and we head out the door.

But I have to dash back in for my keycard before the door closes. When I get to the room, the door is closing but he’s already inside. I reach out a hand and stop it. I can see an old man, with wild gray hair. He’s like Doc Brown, clad only in a leather strap. He kneels on the bed, showing off a of perfect breasts. His head is gesticulating wildly back and forth. I think he — I mean she is messed up in some way.

Oh my fucking god.

A muscle-bound middle eastern man, stripped to his boxers is now holding the door open for me.

I feel awkward. “Uh yeah, we’re just from next door.”

“Yeah, are we being too loud?”

“No no no no…  my friend just suggested that we — uh — we come join the party.”

“Well it’s her room.” He points his finger back at the wild haired —  woman.

She lays back on the bed, digs her garish orange high heels into the sheets and thrusts her soft penis into the air.

The door greeter has abandoned me now, so I slowly walk in.

Oh my fucking god.

I see two penis enlargement pumps laying on their side in beside the TV, and an assortment of dildos on display in front of it. On the TV, leather clad muscle bodies are fucking and moaning, but you can barely hear them over the music. I navigate my way past this chaos, to join Jason at the back near the window, away from the unusual woman on the bed.

A second middle eastern man is sitting on the couch near the window, staring up at the ceiling. A bright beam of light shines from the table beside him. At first I think its some kind of toy, then realize its a portable projector. A scene of two guys fucking is stretched into strange twilight-zone trapezoid on the ceiling. I run my fingers over the beam of light, in the air.

The masturbating man takes his hand from his dick and sticks it out at me. “Hi, I’m Roy.”

“I’m Pete.” I smile at him, but my eyes are panicked still trying to take in everything.

The tranny is saying something to us, but her speech is garbled, all the words drawl together. Her voice is low and guttural.

Jason is heading toward the bed talking with the tranny, and he’s already got his shirt off.

The man from the door squeezes behind me. “I’m gonna take a joint,” he announces.

“As long as your paying for it,” the tranny shouts across the room, the first clear phrase I’ve heard from her.

“Yeah yeah,” the doorman says and  flings open the curtains. and the cold winter air floods in, a welcome relief from the hot room. Roy gets up and follows his friend outside and I’m left alone at the far end of the room. I retreat closer to the hotel room door.

“..and then I came down with fucking parkinsons,” I hear the tranny talking to Jason. “And I thought fuck it all so I got it done.”

I’m looking at the nightstand beside the bed and I see a tiny bag of something chunky, like white cheese powder. Crack? She sees me looking, and misinterprets my gaze. She reaches over and grabs a tall cylindrical tube. FUCK WATER, says the label. “You ever try this stuff?” she drawls.

“No no, I haven’t, I’ve seen in in porn though,” I tell her.

Her hand shakes in the air and as tries to squeeze some out but realizes it’s still got the seal, and she talks incoherently, struggling to open it and peel off the seal. “Here,” she says, when she has the lid back on again.

“Uh thanks,” I say, and stick out my hand. Her hand sways back and forth but she manages to squirt some out for me. I stand there awkwardly and look at the liquid in my palm. It looks like cum. Am I supposed to fuck her now?

Jason sees my discomfort and pipes up.  “Why don’t you go back to your room and try it out?”

“Yes, yes, I think I will!” I shout. Thank-you Jason. About 5 seconds later I am back in my room. I shut the door behind me and lean back against it in relief, glad to be out of whatever I had gotten myself into.

Oh my fucking god.

I wash off the lube in the sink and collapse into my chair. I’m safe here. I had no idea what was going on in the room next door. What kind of hotel is this? The Chelsea is respectable, huge, and has a daycare, and toddler swim park, gym, and… sex parties?

Well, it’s got me. And then I laugh. There’s nobody to hear me. I let out all the fear and insecurities and laugh. This is why I hookup. Thrills, and adventures! My phone says it’s already 2am, but I’m not able to sleep, so I lay in the bed with my laptop and write the first part of this story for the next 45 minutes.

My phone thumps with a Grindr message. “I wanna sleep besofe u,” it says. It’s Jason.

What the hell, why not.

“Sure, just knock,” I reply. Then I grab my wallet from my coat and put it on the upper shelf of the closet, and pack up my computer. It doesn’t fit under the bed, so I put it in my backpack beside the wall. I barely finish before he knocks on the door.

“Well, what happened?” I ask him.

“We talked,” he says, pacing my room uncertainly. “I gotta work at 6 though, can I stay at your place?” he asks. The subway has already stopped working, and in downtown Toronto, we are two hours away his place.

“Uh sure!” I tell him.

“I could tell you’re a really nice guy,” he says, and he begins to relax a bit. “You wanna try anything else?”

“I’m alright. And you half to get up in a few hours anyway.” Instead, we talk for a while, about life in the big city. It turns out he’s actually 28, not 22, but he easily passes for it. Soon, he takes a shower, and when he comes out of the bathroom in his briefs, he carefully checks his backpack for the next day.  He lays down beside me, facing the door.

After we turn off the lights I gaze at his smooth back and delicious round cheeks in his underwear, and I can’t resist running my hand down his side, and cupping his ass. Just looking at him gives me a huge hardon.

He turns around again, smiles, sleepily, and slips his hand down my underwear, cupping my cock. “I guess you do want to try something.”

Once again, his mouth closes around my cock and I can feel the cool burning of his mouthwash as he works between my legs. I let my legs fall open and rest my hand on his head, stroking his thick black hair.

Watching him bob up and down on my cock, soon I arch my back and press my head into the pillow, in utter ecstasy, and he eagerly takes my huge load. Then, grinning, with his hand over his mouth, he runs to he sink, spits, and washes up again.

We both lay in bed now, but I do not sleep. When 5:30am hits, I watch him quietly get dressed, grab his backpack and sneak out into the streets of Toronto.

Midnight Snack

It’s after midnight on my last night in Toronto and I’m in my hotel room in bed, drinking a beer. The laptop is on the pillow beside me and I’m watching Sheriff Hopper drunkenly beat up people on Stranger Things. My phone vibrates.

“Pics” the text demands.

Its someone I messaged hours ago. I send a face pic.

“Name. Room.”

I check who it is, and message back with excitement. The profile labeled “Kum in ur 👅” is a black dude, so I don’t even ask for a face picture. I’ve been trying all week to entice someone of the darker complexion to come over, but they are rare, hard to get, and “Not your fetish.” This one says on his profile that he shoots big loads and is looking for a talented mouth drainer. We’re a perfect match!

“When can you be here?”

“5” he fires back.

I blink my eyes open and feel a surge of energy. I have only five minutes to prepare. Priorities! I leap out of bed, grab my wallet, the tip for the housekeepers, and laptop and throw them in the safe. Then I root through a pile of clothes in the corner, pull a pair of briefs off the floor, sniff them and put them on. I pace the room like a caged mouse until I hear a knock at the door.

It’s him. I let him through. “Hi! Come in,” I greet him warmly as I open the door.

He walks past me and puts his Tim Horton’s bag and coffee on the dresser, and adjusts the Apple earbuds he’s wearing.

I rush back into the room, past him, to get a good look at him. The young man has a presence that exudes coolness. He wears a thin, gold earring, and expensive jeans.

“How’s your night?” I ask him.

He ignores me. He won’t even meet my eyes. Instead he is unbuckling his thick black belt. I move closer to him, stand right in front of him. Maybe we will hug?

He stops and puts his hand out, flat in front of him, then swats downward, motioning for me to kneel in front of him.

“So you’re ready to go, eh! OK.” I get down on my knees.

Once his jeans are unbuttoned, he lowers them and his underwear to just above his knees. His cut cock is average size, but it is perfectly round, perfectly straight, and has a large mushroom cap head.

Intending to give him a show, I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and slowly move forward, sliding my tongue along its underside while I slide him into my mouth. I feel a large hand grasp the top of my head, stopping me. Then, he slowly starts to thrust.

Since I’m immobilized, I can only use my tongue to help. With each thrust I flick it against the underside of his penis. I reach up and stimulate his balls, grasping them in my hand. I place my other hand on his smooth, muscled ass, pulling him forward, helping him to thrust into my warm mouth.

He immediately stops and removes my hands from his body. I let them drop to the floor, and he holds my head still with both hands now. When he’s satisfied that I won’t try anything further, he resumes his slow thrusting.

He wanted a talented mouth-drainer, but my job could be done by a fucking watermelon. A little annoyed, I sit there on the floor and stare at his pubic hair. It’s neatly shaved into a triangle of tiny black curls. I look up, and see only the smooth underside of his chin. He’s staring straight ahead out the hotel window. From the 20th floor we have an amazing view of the neon lights of Zanzibar and the Eaton’s Centre. I can hear a tinny beat coming from his Apple earbuds. But whatever he’s listening too, its for him only. For me the only sounds are the traffic below, the buzz of the hotel air conditioner, and the smacking sound of his penis moving against my wet lips.

“Make your lips tighter,” he orders. They are the only words he’s uttered. When he thrusts in again, I let my lips curl inwards over my teeth, and then bite down on them, applying the tight pressure he craves. I can immediately feel the results. His cock grows stiffer, fighting against the pressure. “Good.” I can taste some salty precum now.

He’s been so steady he must be following the rhythmic beat of music. Only now he breaks from it, and goes faster. His movements become shallower and I feel him squeezing my head harder, ensuring him absolute control over his own pleasure.

Even as he thrusts, I feel him squirting his seed. I taste it filling my mouth, mixing with my saliva. He keeps going, draining the contents of his balls into his obedient fuck toy. The black man’s cum tastes nutty and delicious. When he finally stops, although I know he is sensitive, I don’t care. I’m just a lifeless toy to him, and he is just a snack for me. I bite down hard through my lips and pull up along his softening penis, so I can wring out every drop of my reward.

He gasps and flinches away as soon as I release him. Keeping his eyes averted from mine, he busies himself with buttoning up his jeans, buckling his belt up.

“Thanks for cumming,” I quip.

Without so much as a nod, he picks up his coffee and Tim Horton’s bag and leaves.



Nipple Play

He looks like an anime character, brooding, with long black hair swept to the side, and angular features. “Do you like licking and biting nipples? Mine are really sensitive,” he writes.

“I love to lick nipples! I will do that for as long as you like.” Unfortunately I can’t meet him that day, or the next several, but he remembers me and keeps trying. So I agree to have him over at my hotel room.

Before he comes, I panic a little and watch a video on male nipples. Turns out that I’ve been doing it wrong. You gotta really twist ’em (ouch!). I try it out on my naked self and find that yeah, it actually feels good.

It’s four in the afternoon and he arrives in black pants and a dress shirt.

“I’m so glad you could come,” I tell him. “Did you get a break from work?”

“Not really. I just kind of left.” He looks around nervously. “You can direct me.”

“OK. How about you take off your pants?”

He smiles shyly and unzips his fly, stepping out of his dress pants. His dress shirt hides his grey briefs.

I reach over and touch his chest, and he gasps and steps back.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding. Your nipples are really sensitive!” I start to unbutton his dress shirt and soon it is on the floor too.

I stare at him: the anime guy, in real life, with his perfect body and toned abs. I bend down, with my tongue out, and he watches as I slowly move it toward his nipple. He’s already starting to moan with anticipation. When i finally touch my tongue to it he falls backwards, sitting on the bed. I follow, and press him from this chest down until he’s lying on the bed.

“Do you like soft touches, or hard?” I ask him.

“Both.”

I position my front teeth around his tiny nipple, and very slowly bite down on it. He moans. With my other hand I reach over and grip his other nipple between my fingers, and give it a twist.

After a few seconds, he grabs me and pulls me up to him, and gives me a frenzied wide-mouthed kiss. His lips are big and kissable, but he is too wide, too hard. I can tell he does not have much kissing experience.

He climbs over me, his penis dangling down, and I reach up and pinch his nipples again. His eyes roll back into his head, and he reaches down and grabs my dick, stroking it. I give his nipples a twist. His eyes snap open. He looks into mine. “You go harder, I go harder!” he shouts and then starts pumping my dick even faster and harder. My head falls back into the pillow with the suddenness of it. But after a few seconds he can’t even take it any more and he falls down beside me, again immediately raping my mouth with his lips.

When he is done, I again move to his chest and start to lick his nipple.

“You ever suck a girl’s breast?” he asks.

“Yes, I have,” I admit

“Then suck mine. Milk it! Yeeeaahhh,” he moans as I suckle his nipple, sucking so hard it lifts up into my mouth. “Oh god” he moans, and then flicks me off of him again for another round of kissing.

“You know what I’m gonna have to do now,” I tell him when he finally lifts his lips again.

“What?”

“Well you keep on stopping me. So I’m gonna get behind you.” I grab his body and easily turn him so I’m spooning him. Suddenly I roll onto my back, hoisting him so he is lying on my body. I feel my cock against his slick butt. “Now I’m gonna keep going.” I wrap my hands around his torso tightly, and then thread my legs up over his, locking them down to the bed. I grip his nipples lightly between my fingers.

He gasps and pulls against me but it is futile. “Then you’re going to make me cum,” he tells me.

I pinch HARD and twist so hard I’m afraid I’ll break his skin. He cries out and whimpers, so I ask, “It is good or bad?”

“G–g-good! KEEP GOING!”

I twist and squeeze them in all directions, and he whimpers and thrashes his body around but I am too strong. “Still good?”

“YES!” he shouts.

I hold on a little longer but even I am afraid by his sounds of pain at this point, so I let go, and push him off so he is beside me again.

He lies there panting, protecting his sensitive nipples with both hands. “Will you pay attention to my other thing now?” he asks shyly.

“Sure” I tell him and lean over his body to his other nipple.

“N-no… I mean down there.”

I look down and see his cock is hard and pointed straight down from his body. I run my hands down his chest and over his hairless bellybutton and then over his cock, and I realize that he is fully erect, it just curves down. Perfect for sucking.

“Will you snowball?” he asks.

I smile. I’ve never done it before. “Sure,” I tell him.

I shuffle down between his legs and and I see his cock has been leaking out precum for a while. I put my nose under it and lick his balls, and it turns out he is just as sensitive there as with his nipples. His hands fly to the sides of the bed, bracing himself. I take that opportunity and reach up, suddenly grabbing his nipples again, and at the same time I take his cock int my mouth, enjoying the salty taste of precum.

That’s when I begin to flick his nipples with my fingers. His mouth flies open and he bucks his hips up, shoving his dick further into my open mouth. I suckle it gently and continue to patiently flick him. He is squeezing the bed sheets in his fists now, twisting his body from side to side, trying to get his nipples away from my fingers. I adjust and follow his every move. His curved cock follows the curve of my tongue down into my mouth, so when I move my tongue I am able to slide it along his entire length. I can feel his urgent need now, but I’m not doing anything except moving my tongue. In this way, I can keep my gaze up and watch his facial expression. I suddenly squeeze my fingers together, and twist.

“Gaaah!” he shouts, his eyes squeezed shut, his face contorted in an expression of pain and pleasure. His naked butt falls to the bed again, he twists his body but I am held on too tight now. Then he bucks his hips toward my face, and begins to hump. But at only three thrusts, he stops, butt in the air. “Gaaackhhhh!” he gurgles and I feel his dick gush against the back of my throat. I quickly pull off a little, so as not to swallow the precious liquid. His cock pulses, pumping out his load, so much that my cheeks begin to swell.

When he is done, very carefully I pull off and seal my lips together. I can taste his salty load sloshing in my mouth and I want badly to swallow it. Instead, I climb up over his panting chest. His eyes are closed as I bend down to this plump lips, and plant a kiss on him. He immediately comes alive again, his tongue invades my mouth and I feel him sucking his own load through my lips. Our tongues entwine and I fall to the pillow beside him to kiss sideways, so as to preserve at least some of my salty reward for myself.

We lay on the bed, holding each other. “You are a great kisser,” I lie.

“Really? I’ve heard that I’m not though.”

“Well, you have great lips,” I tell him. I’m going to have to train him. “The trick is to start small and gradually open up.” I lean over, and press my pursed together lips against his.

He begins to devour me again.

“Small lips, small lips. Start small,” I encourage him. He closes his mouth, and we press our lips together. I open mine just a little further, let my tongue protude out and push his lips open just a little. He is matching my movements now, and soon we are making out. I can still taste his cum in our mouths.

“Thank-you,” he whispers, and we rest for a while before he remembers that he needs to be at work.