The usual disclaimers apply. Plenty of man-youth homosex here. Please vacate the premises if
you don't belong. And remember, this is copyrighted. Permission must be asked.
Most of this happened pretty much as described. Names and stuff have been changed. It's still a
cold November night (well, early morning by now) in Cambridge at a time when the actions
described herein could not speak their name under penalty of expulsion, job loss, disgrace, and
jail time. Enjoy. Both of our players sure did.
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CUMMING OF AGE AT HARVARD. PART THREE.
Sam's bedroom was larger and even warmer than his living room. More of the same
nondescript furniture--dresser, armoire, writing table, a dim lamp on the table. A framed sepia
art photograph of Michelangelo's David over the dresser. A narrow single bed to the left of the
door, with another dim lamp on the night table. Then I stopped looking. Sam had me locked in
his arms.
Our first greeting had been French and formal. Not any more. This one was urgent,
sensual, hungry. Before, he had been smooth and just-shaved, but now--three hours and a
lifetime later--his light stubble rubbed against my smooth cheek. His odor was no longer the
sharp, metallic scent of cologne but the musk and sweat of a man in heat.
His tongue flicked my neck, my ear, my eyebrow. One arm pressed my chest to his, the
other pushed my crotch against his pelvis, grinding against me. His lips brushed mine, and again
I felt his tongue, now touching my lips, now probing between them, now caressing my own
tongue. My jaw went slack. I opened to him and he sensed my surrender. I gave him my
tongue, and he sucked it hungrily, as I did his.
It became a signal between us. We broke our embrace, and Sam quickly removed my
shirt, then his own. He stripped off my undershirt and invited me to do the same for him. We
pressed our bare chests against each other, mine smooth, his covered with dark, wiry hair. A
trickle of sweat ran down my side, tickling, and I felt his perspiration starting out against me.
We held tight for a moment, his hands pressing me to him, and then I felt his tongue again as he
bent to my body.
Darting, teasing, tickling--first my underarms where he licked the sweat, filling my
armpits with his greedy tongue. I laughed, and he pinched my left nipple, hard. I stopped
laughing then, clutched him tighter, and pushed my chest against his hand. He twisted my nipple
between his fingers, drew it out, pinched it harder, harder. I gasped, and my legs dissolved under
me. I'd never, in solitary self-exploration, felt anything like this--never tried serious tit-play. His
touch was like a flame, my nipple the fuse. Electricity began to play throughout my body and I
felt a hot weight deep inside my groin.
Our actions became involuntary. I bent my head to his tit, licking and sucking, and then
he pulled me up. Quickly, he unbuckled me, unzipped my fly, and let my trousers fall to the
floor. My briefs bulged large, and Sam pushed them down, releasing my eager cock, now nearly
flat against my belly. His pants joined mine, and his boxers. In the dimness, I saw my first erect
mancock.
It jutted straight from his thick pubic bush, darker and coarser than mine. A huge ball sac
hung heavily from his crotch. His straining penis lacked an inch or so of mine, a surprise since
I'd imagined that older men would always be better hung. Even in my inexperience, I saw a
serious cock, throbbing, cut, also eager, its mushroom head purple and oozing far more precum
than I'd ever produced. Though glancing down now at John Thomas, I saw a clear string of
sticky liquid running down my now-perpendicular shaft.
We were both naked, erect, our dicks touching but growing desperate for closer
connection. Sam pulled me to him again, and we sank onto the bed, side by side. His kiss stirred
me more deeply than before, as his hand massaged my inner thigh. I pulled him onto me and, as
his hand moved to my cock, I grasped his own hardness. Our bodies were wet with perspiration,
our tongues moved together, and though his dick leapt in my hand, he quickly pushed me away.
I felt my need and his own, but had no notion about how any sort of consummation might be
achieved.
I needn't have wondered. I lay on my back and Sam was on me, rubbing and sucking my
nipples, caressing my torso, moving his hands farther down my body, but not touching my cock
which was pulsing violently and almost ready to shoot. He pulled a pillow down and slipped it
under my butt, pushing my ass higher from the bed. I was about to enter an unknown country.
He moved my legs apart, crouched between them, and lowered his mouth to my now-
drawn up scrotum. Encircling it with his lips, he licked the super-sensitive skin, sucked each ball
gently at first and more firmly, sending a sudden wave of pleasure-pain through my body. He
didn't approach my penis and its urgent vibrations. Instead he licked steadily lower, following
the brown line to my perineum where he lingered, flattening his tongue which seemed to have
acquired a rougher quality, almost like a cat's. His stubble rasped against my electric inner
thighs.
And then the astonishing moment--his tongue flickered over my hole. I'd been taught
that it was a "dirty" place and, oddly enough, never thought of playing with it, much less
inserting anything down there. How naive I'd been. Sam was tonguing it lightly. And I was
beginning to go nuts. Involuntarily, my legs went to my chest, giving him full access to my hole.
I found that I was panting, rubbing and pinching that new playground, my nipples. Someone was
beginning to make a small mewling noise, and it turned out to be me.
His tongue went over and over, around and around my pucker, now opening slowly to his
attentions. He tongued hard against my hole, tickling seriously, and then pushed the tip inside. I
froze. Nothing, nobody had ever touched me like this. I felt my hole widening as his tongue
forced its way into the sphincter. My mind blanked out while I abandoned myself to his insistent
violation.
His probing continued relentlessly as I opened more and more to him. My legs spread
wider, flopping uselessly as his licking became slurping and then urgent sucking. I shoved my
ass further into his face. My head rocked slowly back and forth, my fingers clutched the sheet
beneath me. The mewling had turned to low moans, and tears ran down my cheeks, mingling
with the saliva issuing from my half-open mouth. My hands moved to my cock, but Sam pushed
them away. "No," he murmured with closed eyes. "That's my sweet dick now. All mine."
With what remained of my mind, I knew he was right. I was becoming his. He was
claiming me. And somewhere I heard a guttural voice, not my own.
"God, oh god. Take me. God. Please. Sam. Finish me off. God. Please. Please. Do
me. God. I'm dying. Please." The words barely came out. My hips began violently bucking.
In the semi-darkness I could hardly recognize my engorged cock, so much larger and darker than
it had ever been, drooling a steady stream of precum that filled my navel and ran down my sides
to the bed.
Then Sam was at my lips, his sweaty body covering mine. "Are you OK, baby?" When I
nodded, his tongue was in my mouth, and I tasted my own ass on his lips, my must and musk.
My hips continued to move on their own, grinding up against him, slick cock to slick cock. And
I couldn't contain myself. Finally, release. My legs pulled Sam's body more tightly against
mine, my arms clutched him even closer. I could feel my balls drawing into my body and my
cock swelling urgently against his. I was on fire as now and again now and yet again and again
now and now and now the volleys of hot jazz shot from me into the tight envelope of our
pressed-together bellies. As my spasms slackened, I sensed Sam's body moving on mine, his
tongue licking away my tears.
"Oh, Johnny. Mon petit Jannot. You're so warm. Warm." I'd finally stopped cumming,
and my spent body began to relax under Sam's embrace. He nuzzled me, gently slapped my face,
and rose to glance at my cum-covered stomach. "You gave me so much!"
I'd always shot a big load, but this was a lake of hot jism, even for me. Sam locked my
eyes with his. "Are you ready for me, Jannot? Now it's my turn."
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