Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 11:44:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Kevin Subject: My Olympic Swimmer - 2 This is a true story. Don't read it if you are under eighteen or don't like stories about guys fucking. Christian and I made out in the bathroom like maniacs for quite some time, me now half standing, half sitting on his lap. Christian tore his head free to get some air. I looked down at him, both of us panting. No way I was letting him get away. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled it to my chest. He began to lick my chest and nipples. He wrapped his hands around the small of my back and hugged my cock right up against his body. I leaned back and let out a big "oh my gad." His arms literally enveloped me. He leaned forward and stood up to carry me into his bedroom; my 165 pounds no effort at all. At the foot of the bed he put his hands under my arm-pits and threw me onto my back on the bed. Then he leaned over and ripped my boxers off in one move. My cock snapped on my stomach. He wiped his mouth and stood looking down at me with a shit-eating grin. Me propped up on my elbows, and him just looking my body up and down. His beauty and his desire released in me a wave of power and confidence and lust so strong I could hardly breathe. Every time his eyes grazed it, my cock jumped. Both our cockheads glistened with precum. He got on the bed, on his hands and knees over me and slowly lowered himself down. Mouth to my mouth; cock to my cock. He gently rubbed his cock over mine and then lowered himself completely onto me with a deep kiss. I welled up and came. I came in waves; arching my back, mouth receiving his tongue, arms gripping his rock hard biceps and pelvis pushing against his heavy warm weight with all my might. When he felt my come on his cock, Christian gave a chuckle and began to hump my belly in earnest. He came on me with a few great groans and collapsed. We relaxed into each other for a few moments, and I wondered where this would go. "Wow," he said. "Wow is right." I replied. We scooted up the bed until our heads were on the pillows; me on my back, hands behind my head; him on his side with his head propped on his arm. "Are all American boys so horny?" he asked. "Yes," I replied with a laugh. Especially when kissed by Norwegian/African gods. Especially when seduced by Olympic athletes. "Especially when you lick our nipples," I added. "Are all Norwegians horny?" Christian absently ran his index finger through a puddle of come on my belly. And tasted it. "Yes," he replied. Then he got some more on his finger, and put it in my mouth, sliding his finger in and out as I closed my lips in surprise. Then he put another finger in my mouth, and the next thing I know I'm sucking on his big, strong, handsome fingers. My only other time with a guy, I was sixteen and exchanged blow jobs with my best friend twice. Both times I pretended I didn't like it so he wouldn't think I was gay. Now I was sucking jizz off the fingers of a guy I hardly knew. Soon he was licking jizz off my fingers. Then I was licking jizz off his belly. And then he was licking jizz off my belly. Then we were licking jizz off each others' tongues. We were both still hard and began rolling around and humping and making out again. I didn't know where I wanted to put my hands most: his ass, his biceps, his face. I was hugging him as hard as I could trying literally to fuse us together. After a while we had worked up such a sweat with our wrestling around, that, non-athlete that I was, I needed a breather. I rolled over on top of him, made him put his hands up over his head and told him to lie still. Then I proceeded to do what I realize I had wanted to do since his towel first fell. I began to lick him. All over. His pink lips set off from his dark skin as if they were painted on. The sweat off his brow. I tried to lick his armpits, but he was too ticklish so I moved over to his neck. Down to the firm roundness of his pecs. He ran his hands gently up and down my back. I teethed on his nipple; the tiniest, tightest, darkest nipple I had ever seen on a grown up. Over to the other nipple. Down his belly, over to his inner thigh, up and down the inside of his thigh. I maneuvered my way between his legs and he hooked one knee over my shoulder as I licked down the back of his leg toward his balls. I sat back and then kneeled up with his leg practically straight up on my shoulder. I kissed and licked his inner thigh, behind his knee, inside his calf, in his instep. As I devoured the bottom of his foot and his toes, my hands ran up and down his leg. I stroked his leg with both hands and licked it like it was an enormous cock. I tickled his balls, I tentatively grazed his asshole. He moaned quietly. I pushed his foot off my shoulder and his leg flopped back onto the mattress. I looked down on him as he once looked down on me. His massive thighs and tiny speedo tan line framed his gorgeous erection perfectly. Long, straight, true. Brown head just peeking out from the foreskin. Firm belly, pecs, massive shoulders, ten foot arms. And that face. Those white teeth. He looked me right back in the eye. In his calm, frank lustful gaze, I felt again sexy and powerful. I reached down and gently peeled back his foreskin, revealing the full head of his cock in all its glory. I leaned over and flicked it with my tongue. A spasm rippled across his stomach. I looked at the head for a moment then took him in my mouth. Nothing furtive; nothing guarded. Just my desire to suck. I'm sure it wasn't the most artful blow-job in history. But I more than made up for that with enthusiasm. I sucked. And I sucked. And I sucked some more. I sucked the head, then I took as much as I could and sucked harder. I gagged and I ran out of breath but I never once stopped sucking. He sighed. He writhed. He put both legs over my shoulders and rocked my head back and forth. My lips did not part from his cock. He started to move his hips. After a few minutes, as he got closer to coming, he made as if to push me off. I held on. He wrapped a pillow over his face and began to pant very loud, "ah, ah, ah." His hips had begun bucking so much it took all my concentration to keep the suction on his cock. But I did. He started to come, arching his back and releasing great warm waves of cum down my throat. Almost crushing my head between his thighs. I held my lips on his cock, swallowing some, letting some drip down my chin. I was completely lost in the energy of his orgasm. I sucked as if it were a well that had no bottom. Finally he leaned down and pushed my face off his cock with an agonized, "please." He flopped back, twitched a few times and then lay still, eyes closed. More to come. Comments welcome: studcitnooner@yahoo.com