Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 23:46:33 +0000 (GMT) From: George Anderson Subject: Nice Part No 7.{George Anderson}( B/M )[Part No.7!] The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait! For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of reality early on in the series), and is the original work of the author, who holds the copyright. You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate any thoughts/comments. It would be good to hear from you - thanks to those who have written. Apologies for the delay in adding this chapter - work pressures, exhaustion and email problems (please note the new address) - but I hope you feel the wait has been worthwhile. Enjoy! NICE 7 Jordan stepped back a little, allowing his gaze to move from Greg's tousled hair to his trainer-clad feet and back up again. The deep blue eyes looked pleadingly from a strikingly handsome face. "Greg - you are beautiful, Big Guy." Greg found himself blushing; no one had ever commented on his physical appearance before, and today Jordan had said he was "perfect", and now "beautiful". Greg was obviously flattered, but didn't really know how to respond. "Thanks - but you.......you're....gorgeous" Jordan's response was to pout disappointedly - "only 'gorgeous' - not 'drop-dead-gorgeous', or even 'a hunk'? Greg wasn't quite sure how to take it, but when he saw Jordan's face break into a good-natured grin, he knew the apparent hurt was just joshing. "You're all those - and more". "And you, Big Guy, are one real sexy boy." It was now Greg's turn to beam as he accepted the compliment from Jordan who, moving towards the young man, stretched out his arm, allowing his hand to cup the erect cock that was straining against the front of Greg's trousers. Jordan moved his hand erotically up and down over Greg's swollen crotch - "One ... big ... hard ... sexy ... boy - who seems pretty excited, I'd say. A throaty "Yeah" was the best Greg could manage, totally overwhelmed, as he was, by the feelings emanating from his engorged cock. "Oh, Jordan!" Jordan lifted his left hand, placing his index finger gently over Greg's luscious lips. "Sshh! Just enjoy. Allow me to make you feel good." So saying, Jordan stopped his gentle fondling, moving his fingers to the top of Greg's fly, where he lifted the tab. Greg drew in a long gasp as his zip, tooth by tooth, was lowered to the maximum extent of its travel. With the barrier removed, Greg's cotton-covered cock poked suggestively through the gap, allowing Jordan to gently caress the hot, hard and throbbing flesh. Although Greg couldn't have known it, Adam's cock was, at the same instant, also receiving some manual stimulation, but for Adam, of a much less welcome variety. For Greg the sensations were mind-blowing, and he found himself breathing fast and short as Jordan continued his magic manipulation. "How about putting some rubber on this monster, hmm?" Greg wasn't certain that he understood correctly - "You mean .. you .. want me to.... fuck you?" Jordan nodded. "You really mean it?" "Absolutely! If you want to, that is?" "Wow! Yeah! ....... But......" "What's the problem?" "I've ..... I've never fucked ...... anyone." Jordan had guessed as much before Greg had said anything and, with the teenager looking totally embarrassed he skilfully turned the situation around. "Well, Big Guy, aren't I the lucky one!" Greg looked puzzled. "It's not every day that I get to share one of the biggest moments of a guy's life. I'm honoured - deeply honoured, and I'll do my best to make it something you won't forget." The embarrassment was gone. Instead of feeling inadequate, Greg, thanks to Jordan, had been made to feel special, and he knew also that for Jordan it was a rare privilege. "Thanks, Jordan." Removing his hand from Greg's dick, Jordan gently clasped the teenager's right hand, leading him out of the living room and towards his bedroom. Greg's mind was barely functioning as he followed the hunky sports teacher who'd just invited his pupil to stick his cock up his ass. It hardly seemed possible that, in the matter of a few hours, Greg could have experienced so much; so much that had, until today, stayed firmly in the realm of fantasy. But fantasy had now become reality, and it was with a sexy, respectful and loving young man, who was now leading Greg to his bedroom to commit the ultimate act of love. They reached the bedroom, and Jordan turned to face his young lover: "Greg, would you undress me? I'd like you to." Greg hesitated, swallowed, licked his lips then, whilst staring fixedly at Jordan's deeply sexy eyes, slowly stretched out both his arms until his hands were either side of his teacher's trim waist. Lightly gripping the fabric, Greg started to lift up both sides of Jordan's T-shirt, exposing his rippled abdomen with it's light covering of hair. Greg paused. "You're doing fine, Big Guy, just fine." Jordan lifted his arms to allow the T-shirt to pass beyond his shoulders, allowing Greg a clear view of his hairy armpits. Although he'd never thought about it before, suddenly they epitomised the masculine sexiness that Greg found so attractive in a guy - not for him the camp, girlie gay. And before he realised what he was doing, he tilted his head to the right, allowing his tongue to trace a path through the thick forest. This was something that took Jordan completely by surprise: "Wow - you learn fast!" "I think I've got an inspiring teacher!" smiled Greg, as he turned his attentions to Jordan's left side. Greg continued to develop the use of this tongue and lips, licking here, sucking there, even teasing with tantalising nibbles of Jordan's erect nipples. "Oh, God, that's awesome, Greg. You sure you've never done this before?" "Mmm hmm! But I do have a very vivid imagination!" Greg manoeuvred Jordan against the foot of the bed, gently forcing him backwards until he fell onto the duvet cover. Kissing his way down Jordan's torso, relishing the mouth to skin contact, Greg reached the treasure trail of dark hair leading to what was, by now, one painfully aroused penis. Judging by the guttural, groans, moans and expletives, Jordan was not insensitive to Greg's oral skills! Deciding it was time to explore further south, Greg lifted his head from the taut stomach, and undid the top button on Jordan's trousers, before lowering the zip to expose white Calvin Klein briefs that were straining to hold in Jordan's aroused and leaking cock. The sight of all that pent up sexual energy drove Greg wild, and he roughly pulled down Jordan's trousers to allow him free access to his hard cock. Still using only his mouth, Greg wrapped his teeth around the hot, hard flesh, the sensation causing Jordan to buck his hips off the bed. Bringing his right hand up towards Jordan's crotch, Greg slipped his fingers under the fabric, and started to play gently with Jordan's smooth balls. Lifting the edge of the briefs he teased them out, gently and erotically tasting them with his tongue. Greg looked up to see that Jordan's eyes were shut, and his head thrown back, the moans of pleasure showing how much he was enjoying the youngster's attentions. "Oh, shit, Greg, you'll have me cumming before you even get near me with your prick." "Maybe I'd better not waste any time, then. Have you got a condom?" "Top drawer - on your right." Greg wasted no time, and stood up, slipping his briefs and trousers down as one, both bunching together as he stepped out of them. Now free from all constraints, Greg's hard cock stood large and proud, leading the way to the bedside cabinet, where he found condoms and lube. "I think the lube might be a good idea, Big Guy - I want us BOTH to enjoy it!" Greg smiled, picked up the Durex, tore open the packet and rolled it down his dick. "Aren't you going to turn over, Jordan?" "I'd prefer it with me on my back - then I can see you at the same time." It had never occurred to Greg that there might be a male equivalent of the missionary position, and he wasn't really prepared for the sight of Jordan swinging his legs upwards, removing his briefs, and lowering his knees until they almost touched his shoulders. "Oh, fuck! You look soooooo hot!" "Do you want me to apply the lube, or are you OK to do it?" "I'm happy to do it, if that's OK with you?" "Be my guest." Greg took Jordan at his word, but contrary to the young teacher's expectations, Greg set about giving him a fantastic rim job. Absolutely no hesitations or second thoughts - he went for it, full on. "Holy shit!" "Are you all right?" "I'm more than all right, Big Guy - you are fucking fantastic. Don't stop - just keep going; I'm loving every little lick you care to give." For Greg it was the green light. All the 'disgusting' things that had troubled his mind were, it seems, definitely on the menu, and he was going to make sure he tried every possible option. For Jordan it was like winning the Lottery; never, in his wildest imaginings had he thought that Greg would be into eating ass - well, certainly not so soon. It didn't seem that Greg needed much guidance as to what to put where, and what to do once it was there, but as a teacher, well, he'd be failing in his duty if he didn't provide some guidance, wouldn't he? "Try making your tongue hard and poking it in my ass? ...............Oh, yeah. That's great." Apart from an occasional stifled "Mmm", Greg wasn't in much of a position to say anything, but he was certainly responding well to the instructions. "Now try sucking my balls - one at a time. It's really good when you lick the inside of my thighs, too. You can finger-fuck me first, if you want. Try two fingers." Greg continued to follow all Jordan's hints and suggestions - definitely a case of being open to trying anything - and a fast learner, into the bargain. "Greg, you're doing a fantastic job - I'm pretty loose now, so I think I'll be able to take you without any extra lube. But go gently - remember, you're a BIG Guy!" Greg got off his knees, and hooked his thumbs at the back of Jordan's knees, pushing gently until his knees touched his shoulders. The sight of Jordan's ass-hole virtually begging to be fucked was a massive turn-on for the young guy. Looking to Jordan, he got the reassurance that he was doing OK, and for the very first time in his life he started to do in reality what had been, until then, pure fantasy. He placed the head of his cock against the rosebud opening and, leaning forward slightly, allowed his weight to push it into Jordan's waiting ass. "That's great, Greg. If your cock-head's in its 'steady as she goes'!" By now almost half the considerable length of Greg's cock was stimulating Jordan's fuck-chute. Although Greg was definitely well hung, his cock wasn't particularly thick, for which Jordan was grateful, especially when lust and sex-drive made Greg forget about the "steady as she goes" approach, the final 5 inches being slammed in without ceremony. "Ahhhhhh! Shit, Greg - go gently, will ya?!" "Sorry, Jordan - got a bit carried away." "So I noticed! Just hang on for a minute, then you can start really going for it." "Do you want me to use some lube?" "Naw - I'll be OK, as long as you take it easy to start with." Greg began a gentle backwards/forwards movement, his cock slipping fairly easily in and out of Jordan's ass. For Greg the new sensation was a revelation, the whole of his cock feeling like it was clamped in a tight vice. "That feels fantastic, Jordan - it's sooooo good, and your ass is sooooo tight. Can I try a bit faster now?" "Big Guy, I reckon you can go 'full steam ahead'." No further instruction was needed as Greg started to really pull out of Jordan, and slam back in, his balls slapping against his teacher's tight ass. His grunting became louder and more rhythmic, each inward movement also causing Jordan to groan sounds of encouragement. "Oh, yes - that' great. Harder - harder. Deeper - please - deeper. Oh, fuck - you're great." Greg put all his energy into keeping up the rate. He had tremendous stamina from all his sporting activity, but it was more likely that he would cum before he ran out of energy. Slap-slap-slap-slap - he was managing to piston in and out more than once every second, so it was inevitable that the signs of approaching orgasm would soon be felt. He looked down at his gorgeous partner, who by this time was wanking furiously. It was a sight that pushed him to even greater effort, the sweat running in rivulets down his body. "Greg - don't waste your cum - shoot over me" Greg was almost at the point of no return. In a frenzy of uncontrollable whimpering he forced himself to stop pounding Jordan's ass, to pull out, and rip off his condom. His right hand became a high-speed blur as the irreversible final stage was reached. He could feel his balls tighten as they started his cum on its journey, the delightful sensations travelling quickly into his cock as the first shot exploded from the engorged, purple head. "Ahhhh," - the white rope of cum flew over Jordan's body, hitting him on the chin. Ohhh," - the second salvo sprayed over Jordan's chest. "Nnggghhh" - the third, and biggest spurt so far, shooting as far as Jordan's face "Ooohh" - another, smaller load on Jordan's chest Greg continued to wank his cock, the last few globs of cum dripping onto Jordan's stomach and pubes. Only now did Greg see that Jordan, too, was in the throes of a massive orgasm, his copious juice adding itself to Greg's, accompanied by the usual vocal additions. The grunts and groans ceased, with only the heavy breathing filling the silence. The two guys looked at each other, each afraid to make any comment that would detract from what had just happened. Both allowed themselves a small smile, and Greg took the initiative by lowering his body on top of Jordan's cum-covered torso, relishing the sensation of juicy stickiness. He reached up with both hands, sweeping back Jordan's hair and started to lick his own spunk from Jordan's face. Wide-open mouths explored each other's face, tongues sharing their sweet load, hands caressing and stimulating as they enjoyed the total body contact. It was Jordan who felt the time was right to speak. "Big Guy, I can't believe we just did what we did; it was totally amazing, and you are astonishing. You knew exactly which buttons to push without me telling you. I have never had sex like that - and you're only seventeen, and that was your first time! If things can better than that, then I want to be part of it; thanks, Greg. What about you - did you enjoy it?" "It was everything I'd ever imagined - and more. I don't know what to say, apart from - can we do it again - soon?" Jordan grinned - "First things first, Big Guy, and that means us getting cleaned up and getting you home." "I wish I could stay over." "Greg, you know that isn't possible, and it isn't even a good idea." Greg looked crestfallen. "I'd love to have you here - you know that - but for all the reasons I gave earlier, we have to be ultra-careful. If there was even a hint of anything inappropriate, I'd be on the next plane back to Canada, and then we couldn't see each other at all. Please, Greg, let's take the softly, softly approach, and not get ourselves into deep shit. Big Guy - I couldn't stand losing you, believe me." "Do you really mean that?" Jordan nodded, and to make sure Greg knew it was the truth, he gently pulled his head towards his own, smothering his lips in a long, sexy kiss. "I REALLY mean it, Big Guy." Looking like the proverbial Cheshire cat, Greg was not to be fobbed off; "Well, when can we get together again? - I've still got a lot to learn, and you manage to get the very best out of me." Jordan laughed. "What's funny?" "What I did manage to get out of you was one massive load of cum, Big Guy. It was fantastic, but it's not the best of Greg, I'm sure." Now it was Greg's turn to laugh. "So I DO want to meet up with you again, but I DON'T want to lose you. Look, it's after 10.30, so let's have a shower" - Jordan saw Greg's face light up at the prospect - "no time for anything tonight, Big Guy, but we'll chat about the future when I'm taking you home." "Honest?" "Honest!" "You're SO nice!"