About Face

I’m on campus again and I see the midterm kid pop up. He’s in a tough program. Last time it took two weeks just to get on his schedule.

I say “Hey.” anyway.

“In class atm.” he writes back. It figures.

A moment later: “Wanna suck my dick today?”

My shorts tighten. Yeah.

“Your tongue feels amazing.”

It got well acquainted with his nuts last time, because he took a while to finish.

He has to go to a lab first, but we agree to meet at the same time and place.

“Hey, are you into rimming as well?” he asks.

I never thought I’d lick ass. That’s what I told the nurse at the STI clinic, but two weeks ago she stabbed my arm with some free Hep A and B shots “just to be safe”. Why the hell not? I bone up on anilingus on Google. No special tricks. Just lick, dumb-ass.

I grab a coffee and keep working. He messages me a half hour early. He’s ducked out of his lab and he’s eager to go. He’s already at the fountain, reading some posters.

I wordlessly brush past him and he joins me on the way downstairs. My favourite restroom is free.

He’s a tall asian twink, slim, with thick black hair. He stands there nude, grinning at me. He apologizes that he’s got mosquito bites all over his arms. He spent Canada day camping with some friends.

He sits on the toilet and sticks his dick up at me while I get comfy on the cold red tiles. His tan foreskin is velvety soft and tastes awesome. I look up at him while I suck, but his head is thrust back toward the ceiling and he’s loving it.

After a while he gets down on all fours beside the toilet, and arches his nice round ass up at me. It looks perfectly smooth and clean. He’s looking back at me expectantly.  I give it a big doggy lick. He flexes and I feel his hole gripping my tongue as it slips inside. There is no taste. He’s totally clean. I can feel him jerking with his other hand and I reach in front to help. I run my fingers around his balls.

This is cool.

He gets on the toilet again so I can blow him some more. But just like last time, he keeps going soft. Slowly I reach under and stick my finger up his ass, pressing against his prostate. Almost as an afterthought, he rubs his foot against my crotch. It feels deliciously degrading, like I’m a puppy getting some table scraps.

After a while nothing’s happening. I like to think I’m good, but lots of guys just can’t cum from a blowjob, no matter what.

He looks at me. I wonder what the hell are we gonna do now?

He grins shyly. “I want to sit on your face.”

OMFG YES. I lay back on the cold floor and he squats over me, lowers his ass to my mouth. I force my tongue up through his tight hole and he gasps. He’s looking up at the ceiling, loving it. As he jerks his balls slap against my nose. My jaw is being forced open. I’m afraid he’s crushing my mouth, but I don’t care. I just enjoy the view and try to breath, but I’m being smothered by his nutsack.

I twist my tongue up through his anus. All those years licking pussy means I have a tongue like a finger.

Usually I like to keep my clothes on but this is too much. I reach down and pull out my dick and start stroking it.

All too soon he swings a leg over and kneels on the ground. It looks like it’s just not happening today. Fuck.

So I get up and my penis is bouncing in front of his face. I’m still stroking it. FUCK! I kind of need to cum today. It’s gonna be another cleanup.

Without thinking, I put my hands on his thick black hair, make him eat my cock.

It’s only when I see it sliding out that realize there’s no way it had fit. I’ve just been deep throated. A thick strand of mucous drips off as he coughs and plunges in again, further this time, burying his nose in my trimmed blonde pubes.

It feels fucking great, staring down at this exotic twink boy with my cock stuffed down his throat.

“Where should I cum?” I ask.

He lets go for an instant, smiles. “In my mouth,” he tells me. Ofc.

I grab his head and use him like my personal fleshlight. I’m in control and I fucking NEED IT.  I love the feeling of his tight lips sliding over my cock.  I thrust in one last time and cum hard. I can feel it jetting out for like 20 seconds. When I can breath again, I drop him and fall back against the wall, just oozing down to sit on the floor.

OMG that was fucking awesome.

He licks his lips and goes to wash up while I stare up at his taut brown ass.

“Have you ever thought about doing more? Like anal?” He asks me, carefully wiping his face with a paper towel.

I guess that’s the next step. But I’m not sure I’m ready. I don’t even own any condoms.

“I have some,” he tells me. “You have a great cock for it.”

To be continued?

10 Days

It’s 9am and I’m coming up on a ten day load here. I need relief. NOW.

But not just anybody. I need a swallower, someone who’d appreciate what I had to give as much as I would. For the past few days I’d carefully polled people who might be 1) available during the day  2) STD free and 3) swallowers.

I found a guy who had just dropped his daughter off at school. He’s up for some mutual oral fun. But I’m not sure if he’s a swallower. Prob not. But desparate times… While I arrange things with him I message a confirmed swallower from a couple of days ago. Yeah, he’s free right now. I make up some excuse for the other one and drive over to the apartment.

It’s a pretty swanky place I’m at. I get out of the elevator and the door’s right in front of me. Butterflies in my stomach. I message him and right away the door opens.

This guy’s a little big, but I don’t care. It’s his mouth I need, and he seems experienced. His apartment is spotless, leather couches, white carpets.

“Sorry about the mess,” He apologizes, “Just got out of the shower. Where would you like to do this?”

“The bedroom?” We go up a flight of stairs. That’s right, a fucking flight of stairs INSIDE the apartment.

We get inside and I just stand there like an idiot. He unbuttons my pants for me. I shed my briefs and collapse on his manly gray puffy comforter, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. God I could sleep here right now. I tell him to go easy, it’s been 10 days.

He is good. He effortlessly slings my legs over his shoulders and I gasp as he mouths my 7″ dick. He uses his tongue all over the thing. I can close my eyes and feel just like a dripping wet pussy is fucking me.

He stops and licks my asshole. OMG he’s licking my ass. I don’t care, I just showered too. It feels great.

But my dick demands attention and I tell him, he dutifully gets back to work. I’m shaking now.  He makes it last a long time. “When you want to cum, just cum,” he tells me.

I lightly grab his head, (am I allowed to do this?) and start to hump his face from below. “Oh my god, that’s good,” I moan.

The pressure builds. I let him do the work and just enjoy it. Suddenly I’m not breathing. Next minute I’m screaming like a filthy bitch as I pump him full of  ten fucking days worth of man syrup.

He licks his lips and I lay there. I can’t move. He tells me I can rest there on his bed as long as I want. I’m breathless. He gets on the bed, still clothed,  and hugs me from behind. I like it.

Eventually I’m able to talk again. He’s chatty too, he tells me he’s in an open marriage. He’s new in town, but moved here for his husband’s work, since he can work from anywhere. Total context switch. We’re in the same field. We move to his office and we show off each others web sites and exchange business tips while I think about how I just fed him lunch with my sperm.

We connect on LinkedIn.