Date: Sun, 21 May 2000 05:44:49 EDT From: Heathcliff112@aol.com Subject: "Stud Sleeping Over" This is how I'd prefer it. I'm a huge fan of the stories on here that are true and not blatantly made up. I may not write stories on a regular basis, but everything that I write for Nifty is 100% true. As is this latest encounter. I have little time for stories where 12 year old schoolboys with 10inch dicks declare their love for each other through a veil of tears. And those sort of stories always feature a hospital or a road accident, or something. Anyway, the following is completely true, and happened to me just two days ago. This story is not suitable for children, minors, and people whose passport photo looks like they've escaped from an assylum and are going to kill their parents. Feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged. "Stud Sleeping Over" I never actually thought it would happen, and still can't quite believe that it did. For those of you who haven't read my stories, I'll just do a quick pen portrait. I am 19 years old, and live in the suburbs of a large English city. I am about 6 foot tall with short streaked blonde hair, blue eyes and an athletic body. I'm lucky enough to be able to hold a tan really well, and have been told by both men and women (of which have experience of both) that I am good looking. The tickets I had for this birthday party might well have gone unused. I was tired, it was raining, I didn't really give a shit about going, and I'd have to haul myself out of my house clothes and into something a bit special if I was going to go. But, come 9 o'clock I was on the train and in my way into town, looking decidedly more glam than I had done an hour earlier. The party was a 17th birthday party (although the bar staff didn't know that) for a guy I know called Martin. He and I have messed around in the past, and where I live, people just seem to know everyone anyway. I got there, and the turnout was a bit crap. But there were more than enough cute guys to distract my eyes. As the night wore on, I got more and more bored. My sister, and her friend Michelle were also at the party, and Michelle had brought along her good friend Chris. Michelle and Chris don't live around here, and were going to have to get the last train back. Chris was a good looking guy, no question. My age, short spikey dark hair, a nice smile with sweet dimpled cheeks and well dressed. Well, Michelle and Chris only went and missed their last train didn't they. I phoned my parents and asked if they could stay over. Thankfully my Mum said, "No problem" and that she'd throw loads of bedding in my room and I could sort it out. Cool. We all made it back to our house for about half past midnight and said goodnight. Naturally, Michelle was staying in my sister's room, and Chris was going to stay in my room, but he didn't know I was gay. We were chatting for ages, and talking more and more about music. I'd even got changed in front of him. When I went out to the party, I deliberately didn't put any underwear on, so that when I got changed he was definitely trying to steal a glance at my dick. I was lying sprawled on my bed, and he was sitting at the other end, his fingers occasionally brushing my leg, or contact being made some way or another. Conversation did, as it always will do with two horny 19 year old boys, swing around to sex. Chris is gay and open about it, whereas I didn't even let on. You could have cut the air with a knife, there was so much sexual energy around us. I wasn't going to make the first move, and was desperate for him to do something. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long. I could feel his arm definitely pressing against my leg, to which I responded with pressing my leg back into his arm. At this, he glanced up at me and started rubbing my leg through my trousers. I just smiled, and spread my legs some more. His hand moved up and grabbed my cock through my trousers, feeling it as it started to get really hard. He hauled himself up the bed, and pressed his lips against mine, as our tongues intertwined together, and we kissed with a real hunger. All the while, his hands had found their way to my dick, and he was now squeezing it gently and wanking it as it got to its full eight inches. "Stop," I said, pulling away from him. "I want to see your dick." And I reached down and undid the button on his trousers, lowering them slightly, and pulled out a healthy sized dick from the confines of his boxer shorts. He had dark pubic hair, and a really nice set of low hanging balls, and a reasonably thick seven inch cock. We went back to kissing as we stroked each other, all the while making moaning and groaning noises, but careful enough not to wake anyone up. I wriggled out of my trousers, and threw them across the room, and he now started to rub my balls with one had whilst he wanked me with the other. It didn't take long for him to slide my cock all the way into his mouth. He just leant over and sucked hard on the head first of all, rolling his tongue around it, flicking me with his mouth and moaning, as I pushed up into him, raising my hips up off the bed. He started to give really good head, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth, paying excellent attention to it with his tongue. I moaned and leant back, letting the pleasure wash over me as he sucked hard on my dick, feeling and rubbing my balls with his hands. "I want to suck you," I told him, and he pulled off me. "Sit on my chest," I motioned, and he climbed up and sat on my chest, and tilted his body, so I had access to his sweet cock, which was now oozing precum. I took the alternative approach and gobbled all seven inches at once, and he started to rhythmically fuck my face, his balls banging against my chin. He tasted so good, the precum dribbling out on to my tongue, as I was able to slide it under his foreskin and taste everything he had. As I sucked him, he reached behind and started wanking me off again. I could feel him getting tenser. "Stop," he said. "Take your top off." I did, and he climbed off my chest, and started unbuttoning his shirt. As he did so, I was rubbing the heads of our dicks together, both of them wet with precum, and both of us completely rock hard. He then stepped away to take his trousers and underwear off and now we were completely naked. "So, what do you want to do now?" he asked, sliding his foreskin backwards and forwards. I pulled him towards me and took his dick in my mouth once again, licking it and tasting it. "I want to fuck you. Hard," I told him. With that, he lay down on top of me and started kissing me again, and then slowly worked his way down my chest and with a quick lick of my dick and my balls, he stood up, and straddled me, still facing me. He grabbed my dick, and rolled my foreskin back, and guided it to his asshole. He closed his eyes, and I started to push up into him, feeling him envelop me. He moaned, and we held hands, as he took more and more of my eight inches into him, until I was buried into his ass, with only my balls sitting tight, outside of him. We started gently, and built up a rhythm, him sliding backwards and forwards, and me moving my dick up and down and in and out of him. He moaned and moaned, as I slid my hard cock all the way in and all the way out of his arse. I was wanking him off at the same time now. I wanted to fuck him so hard, and yell and moan and wail, but I couldn't, not with everyone else asleep. He groaned, as his precum spilled out on to my hands. "Fuck me, fuck me harder," he whispered, as I drove my hips up, pushing all eight inches of my thick dick into him. "You're the best dick I've ever had," he said, and slid back, wriggling on my cock. "I'm gonna cum soon," I warned him. "I want to taste it," he told me, and I slid all the way out of his ass. He then lay down next to me so that I could suck him off whilst he worked his mouth over my tool, we 69'd for a while, feeling each others' balls and moaning. He had a great technique, using his teeth really gently, and flicking his tongue over the point where my head meets my shaft. He then pulled his dick out of my mouth and moved down the bed so he could give complete attention to my dick. "Lick my balls," I told him, and he pulled off my cock, and took both of my big balls into his mouth and worked them over with his tongue and his lips, while his hand wanked me off. He was driving me closer and closer to the edge. He was amazing, as he sucked expertly on both my balls and licking up and down my shaft. I was moaning and writhing underneath him. He sensed I was going to spurt soon, and went back to sucking me. He slid hard up and down my shaft, using his mouth like a vacuum. I moaned and pushed my hips up into him. I felt my orgasm start deep down inside me, and wrapped my legs around his head, as I just let out a deep groan and whispered, "Yes." My cock pulsed in his mouth as I let go of at least have a dozen deep volleys of my hot cum. I could feel it sliding on his tongue, and then him swallowing every drop I gave him. My orgasm faded, and I stopped spurting my cum, and he just kept on gingerly licking my dick, looking up at me . I was in ecstacy. We then changed positions, with him lying down on the bed, as I went down on him with a vigour. He was really horny by now, and I knew it wouldn't take long, as he was fucking my face with a frenzy. I licked his cock and sucked it using all my techniques, as I felt and rubbed his balls at the same time. He just started to tense and tighten, and I felt his first blast of cum fly into the back of my throat. I pulled off slightly, so that the rest of his load could spurt on my face and into my mouth. He came a lot and I swallowed everything he gave me. I crawled up the bed and we kissed again, letting him taste his own semen in my mouth. After that we just lay there, feeling each others dicks' and he made me come again, letting my jizz spray up my chest, which he then licked off. He was the horniest person I've ever met, and seriously good with his mouth. I hear he's coming down to where I live next weekend. I'll keep you posted.. Any comments and criticisms or remarks are VERY much appreciated. I'd love to hear from all of you, and if you have any hot stories to tell me, DO! I reply to every email I get, apart from flames which will be gleefully destroyed with a malevolent cackle. So, come on, and email me, and let me know what you think - Heathcliff112@aol.com. Thanx!