Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 08:47:58 -0800 (PST) From: Frenando F Subject: sex team at walden 2 SEAN I'd been having a pretty kick-ass dream when I woke up short of breath. My dream had been a re-mix of the last few nights plus some new imaginary stuff added in. I had know it was a dream, but I didn't wake up, it was one of those waking dreams where I was fully in control--I had actually decided to wake myself up. In the dream I had been fucking my girlfriend Susan when McGee (my best friend and roommate) leaned in and started to lube me up so he could dick me, but before he got three fingers in me he stopped and held his two middle fingers on my prostate and leaned into my ear. His breath was hot on my ear and his stubble scratched my skin in a way that made me shot a little extra prejizz into Susan. In his best seductive voice that he never used on me he whispered, "You're about to cum... you've already done laundry twice this week; better wake up if you don't want to have to do it all over again." Because it was a dream I saw myself rear up when McGee said that. As I did that in the dream I also sat bolt upright in my real bed with my chest heaving and covered in sweat. I blew out a breath I must've been holding since I woke up and leaned forward to catch my breath as I ran my hands through my short blonde hair. My attention went to my cock and I saw that dream McGee had been right; I was ready to shoot on a hair trigger. My boxers were soaked with my prejizz. As I pulled them off to throw them into my closet with all my other dirty, jizz soaked laundry my cock slapped down onto my treasure trail and got more of me sticky. My head was still flushed deep red and leaking clear drip as I fell back onto my back and took a few deep breaths of air. Looking over to McGee's bed to see if he had really woken me up or if I had imagined it. He wasn't faking being asleep; he was sprawled out on his bed and out cold. He had rolled around in his sleep and the sheets had slid most of the way down his freckled back. McGee's real Irish, red hair, spotless fair skin from swimming and he loves to drink. Being 6'9" and Irish I haven't seen anyone put him under the table even when he was doing double shots in the spirit of fair play. I followed the light down McGee's long back and past where the sheets pooled on the small of his back and felt my cock twitch again as I stopped on his strong legs. I was making him work out with me more often to fill out his frame, but his legs had never needed much work in the gym, they got all the work they needed with him fucking me every week. We had been fuck buddies since senior year of high school. He wasn't getting much play since he was gay but laid back about it and no one seemed to know. I was more the opposite, I got my first taste of pussy back in 8th grade. I had been an early bloomer because when I got real excited my dong would start leaking like mad. I still wear double thick boxers to make it through the day with dry pants. Before I learned that trick he girls would always know when I was interested when my shorts would start to look like I hadn't been very careful with my aim in the toilet. The brave ones knew I was interested game and the way I could lube up their pussies gave me reputation as a fun lay. In senior year I was with a senior on the field hockey team who first showed me the fun of ass play. I was willing to try almost anything that felt good, and having her wiggle a finger or two into me as we fucked or while we built a mood didn't phase me. One week while she was off doing college visits I was chilling with McGee. While we were doing our best to play Mario Kart one handed (the other hand was in the other guys boxers like always. It wasn't a thing for us; guys keep their hands in their pants all the time. The only time we would do anything was to distract the other.) With my hand on his limp cock I remember it hitting me that his cock wasn't even up and it was thicker and hotter than the two fingers my girl was using on me. McGee felt me boning up and he asked me what else was up? Looking back on it the sex was almost inevitable: horny eighteen year olds who were best friends, a girl away for way to long leaving her man with only a hand to tide himself over and you've basically got a porno. I dropped the controller and held McGee's palm to my cock as I fucked his hand slick with hot precum that I was leaking as if it were piss. I jumped up, pulling my other hand from McGee's cock. "SCREW Mario! I wanna fuck!" I remember making up my mind right then. I wanted his cock up my butt; I wanted him to pump his Avocado balls into me so much I didn't care if he used a condom. I'm not usually that reckless with sex, but it has happened a few times by accident. Some of the condoms the school hands out are to small and McGee has busted them when he pumps his load into a condom already stretched by his thick cock. Of the girls who have been willing to finger me, most got real prissy when they found jizz McGee had left when he broke a rubber. They would accuse me of cheating or say they couldn't be with a bi guy. Others have been turned on by it; one chick wanted to do a threesome or just to watch as McGee and I fucked. Thinking back on all the billions of sperm McGee has pumped me full of got me boned up all over again. He isn't much of an early morning sex kind of guy, but even if he were it wouldn't do me much good. He was still asleep and still face down into his pillow. Neither of us normally got up before 9am and it was only 7:30. Frustrated and horny I threw my head back into my pillow. I pumped my dong in time to the words "Damnit McGee, get your ass up, or roll your ass over so I ride your tool!" I kept that rhythm as I switched hands. I let my shinny, dripping hand slip down to my hole. Knocking at my door I realized how closed up I was after an absent-minded try at slipping a finger in and no luck. Stupid McGee wasn't putting out. It must've been a few weeks since he'd dicked me; I was used to fucking every week or so, more if we were both horny. "McGee. Wake. Up... I--" thwack "--want... ughh... To Fuck!" Thwack. I was getting lost in the nut I was about to blow and I missed McGee's waking up. What I didn't miss was his lusty growl; I stopped jerking and pulled at my balls to keep from cumming. He didn't have his usual horn-dog look when he woke up with a hardon. He might not be up for sex in the morning, but we'll share a morning jerk if we both have woodies when the alarms go off. It looked like a long shot, but I played at getting him in the mood with some humor, "Why the long dick and sad face?" His response wasn't "Because I'm not dicking your ass." He actually looked like he was caught between deciding to roll his eyes in annoyance or breathe out in frustration. I kept my hand on my dick and looked to McGee, what would keep him from fucking me? A great feeling made me look back at my dick, which had just burped out a bead of pearly white cum, and then it hit me. He must have a meet coming up, it might even be today! I looked back over to him, and saw I guess he saw the realization play across my face. "Shit man, I forgot, sorry bro." It wasn't McGee's fault that he had a meet, but it was a pain in the ass for me. Well, he may not be able to play, but it doesn't mean I can't mess with him. McGee hasn't lost his love of sex, unlike some sexlets, and I still had his full attention square on my shiny dick. In a trick I have gotten way to good at I let go of my cock while I gathered up the blob of cum from my head on my fingers. His eyes went wide and frozen. His brain was trying to follow the cum on my hand, which was moving to my face; and my dick, which by the feeling on my stomach meant that I had shot another little wad of pre jizz. My hand was now right in front of my face... to eat or not to eat? My cum tastes sort of like almonds, I don't know if any other guy's cum tastes any different, which I like well enough. As I licked it up McGee snapped out of his brain freeze and started moaning in heat. I saw him boning up so I kept on with the show, a little show to remind him of the last week he'd been holding out on me. As I licked away at my palm, working to my fingers I looked over to McGee. Poor guy was rock hard and sweating. He looked like pure fuck lust; he was sprawled out on the bed, all of his 6'9" body lit up in the sun. His red hair started above his neckline and fanned out thinly over his chest and came together at his sternum like a highway straight down to his cock. His freckles make him seem tan, even though he's not, there are that many of them all over him. Boy's a regular spotted Leopard. His spots don't end, they go everywhere, the people who haven't seen him buck naked up close wouldn't guess that, but they do. Even his foreskin is colored brown and creamy white. I was getting to close to not finish again, and I told my buddy so I told him, "I won't be long, but I gotta get this load off or I'll be boned all day." His non-lingual reply was to growl from the back of his throat, and then in English, "just let me get out of the room before you start up again." I knew he wouldn't be able to get off for a while today so I held back as best I could until he got out of the room before I let go and went to town. After holding off on two loads I blew a great wad. The come down got me so relaxed I might've oozed right off my bed the same way my cum was running down my sides. Deciding to give McGee a send off I hid when I heard him on his way back from the shower. After some sounds of books and other junk being moved I heard him coming back my way from behind the door. Still naked and wet I gathered up all the cum I could hold and jumped in front of my buddy. My hand went to its normal resting place in side McGee's shorts and I started to work my cream into his junk. I slicked up his balls and worked my cum into his cock head as I rubbed his hood back and forth. He was stopped up short again and I twitched his cock to bring him back. "Get a Win dude." He laughed his deep laugh and grabbed by cock in return. He let go an instatnt later and walked out into the hall "Will do." He said as I felt his hand on my back. When it pulled away I felt the spluge he had left on my back, "ahhhh. And now for a shower."