This is not my work. I am posting this for a friend who would like to remain anonymous.
OK here is a little story I wrote. It is completely fictional. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did in making it. If you have any comments to offer on it, then please feel free. I have a lot of these stories running in my head, and hope to write more.
Once Upon A Time....
There was a sound off in the distance, like the buzzing of a swarm of bees. I moved slightly, and my right foot moved out from under the covers into the cool air. The shock of feeling the cold on my foot quickly brought me out of my sleepy daze. The buzzing noise became recognizable as my alarm clock. I groan to myself as I look at the clock and see that it is 7:30 in the morning. Not really early but, then I was never one for the morning.
I guess I had not set the heat high enough the night before because the room felt very chilly beyond the confines of my bed, and blankets. I was going to roll over turn my alarm off and forget ever having gotten up. So I would miss the morning class I had at 9:30. It wouldn't be that important. It was just your general science class, with a professor that loved what he was talking about, but tended to droll on about this or that. Then I remembered, it hit me like a flame of light. Brent would be in that class this morning. He was a wonderfully built guy, who I could just stare at through the entire class time. If there was any reason to get up in the morning to go to a dull class it was Brent.
How do I describe this man I loved to watch from a far. He has a face of an angel, with a smile that could melt the North Pole. His eyes were pools that you would want to swim in all day. His body was smooth and solid. His movements were that of grace, and strength. He has a boyish, impish look that spoke of being from the New England area. I don't know how to describe this look to you. I find that many guys from that area have it. It is a look of pure innocence, and yet a sweet knowing of exactly what they wanted and who from. There is a lot of Irish in this look, if that can help you any. I could picture so easily waking up and seeing that angelic face lying next to me asleep. Well with these thoughts I armored myself against the cold of the morning, and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
I arrived at the class earlier again. I like to do that because it allows me to find a seat with the best viewing possibilities. Finding a spot in the back near where Brent usually sits I began to wait the long minutes before class begins. The expectation of seeing him was beginning to build in me. I could feel myself begin to tense in a sensual way. My mind began to picture Brent in what he could be wearing, and what he wouldn't be wearing. I love my mind it is so ready to give me my fantasies, with just a little bit of encouragement.
Then I see him walk into the room. A shadow of a grin appears on my face. For the briefest moment I thought I saw a tinkle in those big brown eyes of his. But, unfortunately I was almost assured that Brent was straight. His graceful movements bespoke of a man who was comfortable with himself and his body, but not in one who would like to sleep with guys.
I could feel my groin tense against the restraining pressure of the jeans that I was wearing. I let out a small sigh at this feeling. It was much to early in the class to begin feeling like this, but I didn't care. I could pictures myself walk up to Brent's seat, and place my hands at the base of his neck. There I would knead my fingers at the top of his spine, down towards those broad shoulders of his. Even from the distance that I was at, I could feel how hard and solid his body would feel under my soft and gentle touch.
I would begin to rub his neck and slowly move my hands towards his chest. I could feel the smooth fabric of his sweater, and the muscles that were hidden below. Slowly my hands would rub his chest moving lower, and lower. My breath would then caress his neck, as my lips moved closer to his golden skin. Finally my lips would touch very lightly against him, and I could feel his warm skin. I could almost hear Brent let out a slight moan. I moved slightly to the right, and begin heading for my next target. As I approach the lower part of his ear lobe, I am just bearly touching his skin with my lips, my hands move on to his thighs. Stroking up and down following the lines of his muscles. My one hand slips into his crotch, and begins to move towards his hardened member. Just as I take in his earlobe into my awaiting mouth, my hand pushes against his groin. I feel the sensual energy begin to flow from this man, as I continue to nibble upon his ear and caress his now throbbing erection.
I felt a touch on my arm, but it was not the caress I needed so badly. Rather it was a tap from the friend who was sitting next to me in class. Jolted back into reality, I realized I had spent almost the entire class time on this one erotic dream. I turn to look at my friend, while he asks me if I was going to lunch after this class. Feeling particularly tense at the moment I declined. Rather my only thoughts were on Brent. Finally the class was over, and with a sigh I watched Brent leave. I was the last one out of the room, so I had the opportunity to go over to Brent's seat and just feel the warmth left by him.
Leaving the room I tried to remove him from my mind, which was not an easy thing to do. I walked over to the library determined to drown my arousal in cold facts, and numbers. I walked into the library and found one of those little study cubbyholes open. There I opened one of my books to begin to study. As I opened the page, all I could see was Brent's smile, and that twinkle in his eye. Caught of guard by my thoughts I had not noticed the slight caress on my leg.
I could feel now someone's foot slowly rubbing around my ankle and up my left leg. What was going on I thought? Whoever, was sitting in the seat right across from me, was definitely being a very bold person. I moved my seat in closer to the table, and the foot slid up between my legs. Still not knowing who this was, but not turning down what was offered, I began to massage this foot. I caressed his ankle, kneading my thumbs in the underside of his foot. Then slowly I moved up his leg, sending my fingers up underneath his jeans. I could feel his muscular legs, and the slight coating of hair on them. His foot was now very comfortably pressing against my hardness. Rubbing left to right, and then up and down. I really was enjoying this. But, I had to find out who this was, and if he was going to be any more bold with me that day. Slowly I pulled back from the table and away from his leg. I began to rise to peek over the partition that separated the two of us. When I glanced over I was met by a very familiar twinkle. I felt my legs go soft underneath me. I could not believe that I was just caressing the man of my dreams. I watched him stand up, smile and move to come around to this side of the table. I just sat there drinking in his entire body, and movement. Boy! was he graceful, and simply gorgeous. He sat down next to me, and quickly moved his leg to entwine with mine. Looking me straight in the eye, he asked me if I liked what was happening. Not being able to say a word I just nodded my head to let him know that anything he wanted would be alright by me. With that he smiled, and I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest. He asked me if I was ok. Finally finding my voice I said yes. He told me he noticed how intently I would watch him in the class we shared. He told me how exciting it was to finally be able to touch me. With that said, my hands quickly went up his legs to begin some touching of my own. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and just basked in my touch. Then opening his eyes again, he said that perhaps we should go somewhere a bit more private than the school's library. Without a word I packed all my books and followed him out. We walked over to his apartment which was not far from the campus. The entire time we talked.
Brent was very much a smart and thoughtful man as he was beautiful. I was thanking the star I was born under, when his arms went around my waist and his lips moved in towards my own. We were now in his apartment, rather I should say his bedroom. His lips at first just slowly pressed against mine. Then a burning need made that kiss turn into a conduit for our passion. With little coaxing from his tongue my mouth opened fully to him. His tongue moved in and began to touch every part of my mouth that it could. His powerful hands were sliding up and down my back, and one slid down and began to massage my posterior. My own hands were doing much of the same to him. I could feel his hardness through his and my jeans. We began to slowly grind our waists into each other, as this kiss still continued. His tongue receded from my mouth, leaving a void. I quickly filled this void by sending my own tongue into his mouth. Finally we separated, breathing very heavily. I stood there in the arms of this man, and knew that if he would have me I would be his.
My hands now began to caress him like I had in my dreams. Quickly I slid my hands underneath the sweater he was wearing. I could feel the taught warm skin underneath my cool hands. He shivered slightly because of the difference in temperature, as my hands moved up towards his chest. As my hands moved along his body I raised the sweater off him. His naked smooth chest was now bare to me. My hands moved along his chest and around his nipples. I moved towards his earlobe, and began to gently kiss it. Without losing a beat I began to work my way down from his ear to the middle of his chest. From there I went and began to envelope his erect nipples. My hands roamed down his body to his jeans. I began to remove them, like I was pealing a precious fruit. I felt his legs and moved up towards his jock strap. I began to slowly rub up and around this tent of fabric that was his jock strap. My mouth was now moving from the other nipple down towards his stomach. I knew what I wanted to kiss and feel in my mouth.
I was kissing his belly button when I felt the pressure of his erection press against my throat. With this I knew I had to have him now. Sliding Brent on to the bed I began to remove his jock. When I reached his feet I looked back on to his body and drank in his utter beauty. Slowly I went up his legs kissing, and massaging them, until I reached my goal. Then my tongue struck from my mouth into the area between thigh and groin. Brent let out a very loud moan at this. I dragged my tongue down towards those sacks of flesh that contained the warm liquid I wished to feast on. Ever so gently I brought one of his orbs of flesh into my mouth to suck upon. I was quickly building up a fire in this man, that I hope would never be quenched. My tongue lashed out once more to roam in the fleshy area underneath his balls. I pressed my face into him and took all of his juice filled flesh into my mouth. I kissed, and sucked, and nibbled on him. As my mouth worked there, my hands moved around his warm sweet flesh. My one hand moved to go under his buttocks. There I moved my finger around his opening, until I could pass into his body. I just passed my one finger into him, moving it around is small circles, when I decided it was time to take his enraged staff into my warm mouth.
Letting his balls slip from my mouth I pressed my tongue out at the base of his manhood. Moving up his long thick staff in a zig-zag my tongue sent shivers of ecstasy up Brent's spine. I then reached his blood filled head. There I just breathed small breathes onto him as I watched his pre-juices cover his tip. My lips went down to him for a sweet kiss, as my tongue lapped his nectar from the tip. I opened my mouth now to him, and brought him inside of me. I knew he was closing in on his moment of ecstasy, as I bobbed my head up and down his thick member. My world closed down to just his flesh in my mouth and my two fingers inside him. Brent's moans grew ever so deeper, and I knew he would not last too much longer. I did everything I could to make this the most excruciating, and pleasurable moment in his life.
His whole body was now moving in rhythm to me, and was covered in a slight sheen of sweat. I could feel he was about to cum, and took him so far deep in my mouth I thought I would choke. With that his entire body stiffened. He froze with not a sound leaving his lips, as his body teetered on the edge of fulfilling his enjoyment. When I felt I could wait no longer to feel his juices in my mouth a geyser erupted where his member had been. Warm gushes of liquid blasted the back of my throat sending his stream down into me. Each blast from his body was like that of a cannon. His entire body was shaking in such great pleasure, that I have never seen before. I continued my rhythm on him and he stayed at this high for a long time. Finally the river became a small stream, and then a trickle. Brent gave me everything he had in these few minutes. His body exhausted, he relaxed into his bed all the tension released from him.
My fingers still inside of him I went up towards his mouth, kissing him the entire way. My now naked body pressed against him with urge and desire. Brent had not been lax while I was working on him. I kissed him on his lips, and looked into those eyes of his and smiled. The twinkle was still there, and he smiled back at me. He could feel my own hard flesh pressing against him between his legs. With a look he knew what I wanted to do, and nodded his approval. Using the fingers still inside of him as a guide I brought my beating flesh up to his portal. Grinding myself into him I felt the pressure release just enough for me to pass the tip into him.
His channel was tight around me, as I new he had never had anyone in him like this before. I slid myself into him completely, and just waited for a few brief minutes as I drank in the feeling of warmth surrounding my member. With a grunt from Brent I began to bring myself out of him. Then with increasing pressure and speed I would send myself reeling back into his body. I must have been hitting a very pleasurable spot in him because he moaned even louder then when he had given me his sweet nectar. I wrapped my body around him, bringing myself as close to him as possible. After all that time sucking on him I knew I would not last to much longer inside such a warm tight passage as he had. His arms were around me giving support and love. I could feel the heat grow inside me, the tension coming to its fruitful end. Harder and harder, I tried to press more than I could give into him. With a squeeze from his muscles I froze. I felt my own seed flow from me into this man of mine. With every thrust I sent more of my juices into him. I could feel Brent's body tense slightly as I knew he began to cum a little more onto our stomachs. Finally the shivers and waves of pleasure left us. I looked into his eyes once more, and knew that I would be with him for a long time to come. With that thought I kissed him.