Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2016 07:37:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Creamed Coffee

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Creamed Coffee

By Simon Peter

I woke up this morning in a foul mood. I have been in a foul mood for more
than ten days, actually.

Both Jimmy and Pamela left me: Jimmy for another guy and Pamela for another
guy, as well. It looks like it has been my fault really. For the past
couple of months I have been acting weird and both my boyfriend and
girlfriend have not appreciated that. I feel so shitty. And, what's more, I
want to fuck.

I am bisexual. I enjoy sex in all its forms, regardless whether it's with a
female or a male. I do draw the line at SMBD. I prefer regular "vanilla"
sex although I have experienced some of the other forms. I usually "top"
when I'm in a gay relationship, but that is not a rule. For the right guy
and at the right moment I can be a good "bottom" as well. The human
physique turns me on and I do not differentiate between shapes, races, or
age. I've been with different races, religions, weights, and ages, with
both genders. However, I must confess that I go for small boobs, younger
people (18-25), slim and fairly hairy (smooth is also ok) guys, and most
importantly, hot reciprocal sex.

Why have I been acting strangely? Well, I have gotten involved in some
photo shoots and later into porn movies. I needed the money, and those paid
quite well. The sex involved has not been very satisfying, with all the
acting and interruptions, the cameras, the lights, and all kinds of
instructions of how to pose, how to penetrate, how and when to shoot a
load. But certainly, this action has been quite taxing physically. Since I
was also involved with both Pamela and Jimmy, I found it extremely
difficult to juggle time and energy, added to my masters' courses in the
evenings and my regular day job editing manuscripts.

I have been, still am, easy to arouse sexually. I can go for seconds and
thirds without waiting long for repeated erections. I am attractively
built, at least according to the people who have seen me naked. I am fairly
hung, according to the people I have fucked. But now I am upset at the fact
that my financial needs are requiring so much of my sexual stamina that I
cannot keep up with two lovers at the same time I am doing the photo shoots
(now evolved to naked and aroused as well as action photos, both straight
and gay) and the porn movies (also both straight and gay).

Last night I decided to cut back on the porn. I have made enough money to
keep me comfortable for a couple of years. I felt that I needed to put my
life back together again. My losing Pamela and Jimmy made me forlorn.
Although I value my independence a lot, I do not like to spend my nights
alone. I need to have someone to share my bed.

There is this guy at work, Peter. He has just joined the publishing house
where I work, and he is hot.

He is a fresh graduate and is working in the booth right next to mine, also
editing manuscripts. During the first week, he has asked for my help quite
often, and I have enjoyed giving him hints and helping him out.

Last Monday, I am taking a leak in the office toilet, using one of the
urinals, when Peter walks in, steps up to the urinal next to mine, and
starts to pee. Using my peripheral vision, I notice that he has a
nicely-shaped dick, but I am surprised to see him looking straight at my
own dick. Without any premeditation on my part, I move a little sideways,
giving him a better look. I hear him inhale and look up into my eyes. I
smile, shake the last drops off my dick slit on the floor, wink at him, and
shove my cock back into my pants.

Back in our booths, Peter acts as if nothing has happened at the urinals,
but I have developed an erection that will stay with me all day long until
my appointment at 6:30 in the evening for the shooting of the final scene
of a group-sex movie. When the shooting is over, I have ejaculated three
times, fucked more than seven or eight pussies and asses, and serviced
countless mouths. I am exhausted.

After showering, I order a pizza and gobble it hungrily. Meanwhile, my dick
erects for no reason at all.

Well, I have been thinking of Peter, and that is quite reason enough. I end
the day by watching some porn and masturbating.

But I do need someone. It has to be Peter. I will have to do something
today. I know he is interested from the way he has stared at my cock in the
toilet. I have to do something. Fuck!  I get to the office at 9:00 and meet
Peter at the main entrance. We walk together to our booths. I am totally
convinced that I should have him under me tonight. He is as tall as I am,
slimmer than me, with dirty blond hair, and a killer bubble butt. I must
have him. Tonight!  As we settle down, Peter walks over and asks me if I
want some coffee.

"Sure," I smile at him. "Black, please."

He laughs and my heart skips a beat. "You're not much of a cream and sugar
guy, are you, Ed?"

I grab this as my key to insinuate what I have in mind for Peter. Gazing
intensely into his eyes, I answer, slowly, "Peter, my man, I go for
straight-coffee, I mean-but can take variations anytime."

My eyes drop down to his crotch and then back up to his eyes. They are wide
and gazing at mine.

"I'll get the straight-coffee-and maybe discuss variations later," he says
in what I feel is a husky voice, but this could be in my sexually-inflated
imagination.

He walks back with the coffee, and we sit in our booths, our chairs slid
out so we can chat.

"So what variations were you talking about, Ed?" Peter asks.

The kid is interested, definitely. I am more than interested, and my dick
quivers inside my pants. Yes, I want him.

"Well," I answer, sounding intellectual, "life would be too dull if you
stick to one thing all the time, Peter. I like my coffee straight black,
but for other things I can vary into different more interesting stuff."

This is vague enough, but if Peter is thinking about what I am thinking he
will surely get the point. He has struck me as a smart, sharp kid.

"Hmmm. I can see your point. I also have seen 'interesting stuff' the other
day."

"Oh?" I ask, trying to sound innocent. "Interesting as in...?"

He smiles, wickedly, and drops his eyes to my crotch without saying
anything. I am growing a bulge and my dick snakes along my boxer shorts
down my thigh, outlining my pants. I touch myself meaningfully, sliding my
hand slowly down my growing erection. The same inhaled breath comes out of
Peter's mouth as the one when he saw my dick at the urinal. He is still
staring at my crotch, mesmerized.

"We might get a variety of the black coffee at my place when we get off
this afternoon," I say to him.

He nods, and without replying, and I notice his Adam's apple juggle up and
down twice as he gulps, slides back towards his desk and starts on a
manuscript.

My erection stays with me throughout the day. At 4:00, we close shop and I
step out of my booth.

"You ready for some coffee variation, Peter?" I ask.

"Ummm. Yes. Sure, Ed. Lead the way."

As soon as we walk into my apartment, I pull him to me and kiss him
straight on the mouth. Just like that. No introductions. No niceties. No
wasted time. I feel the urgency filling my veins with lust.

Peter groans and opens his lips allowing my tongue to slip inside and work
his tongue. I lick and suck on his lower lip as I grind my crotch onto
him. He returns my kissing with lustful moans coming from deep down his
throat. I can feel his excitement pulsing against mine. As I have expected,
Peter doesn't resist at all. I knew it the moment I saw his expression when
he saw my dripping dick in the office toilets.

When we break for a breath, I say, "Coffee, Peter?"

"I take mine with cream and sugar," he says in a barely audible voice, his
pants tenting in front of him, following me as I head for the kitchenette.

"Sorry about the sugar, Pete. But I have plenty of cream if you can draw it
out."

"Fuck, Ed. You are one horny guy, aren't you?" I knew the kid was sharp. He
immediately gets the underlying insinuations of my statements.

"You noticed, huh?" I say with a touch of sarcasm.

I walk behind the counter in the kitchenette and proceed with making the
coffee. Peter is right behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and
presses his crotch on my butt. I enjoy the feeling of his erection and I
grind back on him in response. He licks the side of my neck and then back
to my nape. I can barely keep my hands calm as I pour the boiling water
into the press-pot over the coffee grounds.

I press down the coffee, reach up for two mugs, and pour the hot liquid
into them, with Peter pressed hard against my back.

Holding our mugs, we move over to the couch. "I need to show you something,
Peter," I say as we settle down next to each other.

He places one hand on my thigh and says, "There is definitely something I
would very much like to see, and more..."

"You will, you will," I answer as I reach for the remote control and turn
on the DVD player. The movie is one of the porn flicks I am in. I feel I
need to come clean with him before we go any further. I have no idea how he
is going to react to my being a porn star. But he does need to know
that. If we are to sleep together, Peter must realize that he can't have me
for himself all the time. He must know that I fuck others also.

"Oh, wow!" Peter exclaims as he sees me stripping naked, my cock hard as a
rock and a guy kneeling to blow me. "My God, Ed, you're a fucking porn
star!"

"I just wanted you to know who you are getting yourself involved with," I
explain.

"Hey," Peter says without taking his eyes off the TV screen as the guy
swallows my 20-centimeter thick cock, "this really is hot." His hand moves
up and down the inside of my thigh, touching my cock head which is now
throbbing inside my boxer shorts.

"You don't mind?" I ask.

"As long as I can have you, no," he says as he rubs my erection. "I would
really like to draw some of this cream into my coffee, Ed."

I turn off the TV, stand up in front of him, and pull down my pants and
shorts. My cock springs out right at his face. Immediately, he takes me
into his mouth. The kid is hungry. He tries to swallow all the way to the
base but he gags.

"Slowly, baby," I whisper down to him as I play with his hair.

Fighting his gag reflex, he tries harder and reaches my thick pubes, his
lips warm and wet around the base of my cock shaft. I moan and push deeper
arching my back and holding tight onto his head with both hands. He reaches
for my balls and starts sucking up and down the shaft. I move with him,
pumping in and out, gently, so that he doesn't gag. A few minutes later, my
full balls are more than ready to explode. He feels this, and without
letting go of my dick, he grabs his coffee mug with one hand and wraps his
palm around my balls. As soon as he feels my balls recede and tighten, he
pulls off my balls and strokes the shaft of my cock, pointing the head
directly into his coffee mug. I lose my load and squirt into the black
liquid. After he finishes licking my dripping cock head, he stirs my cum
with his finger and starts sipping his coffee, my sperm floating on the
surface.

The bitch keeps me excited enough at watching him drinking my cream in his
coffee that I don't lose my erection. I strip fully, take away his coffee
mug, and order him to lose his clothes. As I watch him do so, I taste the
coffee. Fuck! It tastes weird: creamy, but salty! Man, this is a first for
me, drinking coffee with my own sperm as cream. My cock throbs and quivers.

Peter is naked and I can see he is a god. Clothed, he doesn't show the kind
of body he is hiding. His chest is mostly smooth with a thin patch of hair
in the middle and some hairs standing out around the nipples. His trail
starts at his belly button and thickens to an impressive bush around a
stiff, cut cock. He is not as big as me, but he is impressive. His cock is
shaped beautifully, with low-hanging fuzzy balls.

I am so hot for him. I want him. I want to fuck his ass deep and hard. I
want to fill him with my cream.

I pull him down on the carpet onto his stomach and spread his legs. Bending
over him, I start licking his back down to his delicious butt, opening the
cheeks, finding the inviting pink hole. When my tongue finds his hole and
starts teasing it, Peter moans loudly. He pushes his butt back at my
face. I lick up and down the hairy crack, kiss and bite the fuzzy cheeks,
and probe into the twitching fuck hole with my tongue. His crack is wet
with my spit.

Lying on top of him, with my cock inside his crack, all wet with spit, I
find his hole and penetrate. He cries out loud but pushes back against my
crotch, sucking in my cock shaft. I slide easily into his beautiful body in
spite of my thick cock. I shiver all over as my cockhead pushes his insides
deep into his belly. He is moaning and grinding his butt onto my crotch. I
can feel his ass tunnel stretch and engulf my shaft, housing me in
ecstasy. I know that I am not fucking a virgin ass. Peter has certainly
been fucked before: his hole accommodates me easily. When I start pumping
into him, he meets my thrusts one for one. It doesn't take me long to shoot
my second load. I squirt for what it seems like an endless time, filling
him with the cream he has so craved for, but instead of pouring it into his
coffee mug, I pour it into his belly. Squirt after squirt, my sperm issues
inside him. When I finish, he milks my cock by squeezing on the shaft,
trying to get every drop of my juice. I lie on top of him, sweating and
breathing hard. I lift his butt a little and reach for his dick. He has
already ejaculated on the carpet while I was fucking him. His cock is soft
and sticky. Kissing his nape, I pull out of his puckered ass.

"Fuck, Ed. Stay inside me," he pleads from under me. "Fill me more. You are
so delicious. Stay inside me, please, Eddie, baby." I am surprised that he
still wants me inside him after he has shot his load.

But I oblige.

I immediately push back into him, my cock still semi-erect, helped with my
own semen as a lubricant. I flex and he moans louder. We remain like this
for a few minutes, with me flexing and grinding and Peter under me grinding
back and squeezing his rim muscle on me. I start erecting again and he
feels it.

"Fuck me more, Ed," he pleads again.

I pull out and turn him over. As I lie on top of him, feeling the sticky
cum from both our cocks, I kiss him deep. "Let's shower, baby," I suggest.

Of course, in the shower I fuck Peter. He is so hot and he can take me so
easily, so naturally, as if his fuck tunnel is made especially for my hard
cock. He sucks me into his body like a vacuum cleaner. The way he twitches
his ass muscle around my cock base drives me crazy as I pound into him.
When I cum, it is so intense that I find it hard to stay on my feet.
Pulling out of him is a punishment for both of us, but I am more than ready
to do him over and over and over.

And this is exactly what we do throughout the night and for nights to
come. I have already gotten over Jimmy and Pamela. Peter is as insatiable
as I am and he turns me on like crazy every time he is near.

And as it happens, he is always near. His presence in the booth next to me
at work is an aphrodisiac. It takes a huge effort from me to keep me from
taking him right there at his desk, from bending him over and shoving my
cock up his beautiful ass, from pounding in and out of his fuckhole, from
dumping gallons of cream into his belly.

Peter and I do spend some quality time together other than fucking. We like
similar things: food, movies, TV shows, books, etc. But the fucking is out
of this world. He is so beautiful in and out of clothes, in and out of bed,
sitting on my dick or sucking it. When we fuck, we really make love. There
is more kissing and touching and massaging than actual fucking. But as we
get to the fucking, it is intense and culminates with loads of cum down his
throat or deep inside his ass. He usually ejaculates during the fucking,
but I do service him every now and then with hot blow jobs. He is sweet and
delicious and cums silently, just heaving and panting. I can barely notice
his ejaculation when I am inside him, except for the quickening of his ass
twitch around my cock shaft.

Peter thinks I'm a god-send. He has told me about his ex. They began the
relationship nicely, but Rob, his ex-boyfriend, started on drugs and would
mistreat him often. When they fucked, it became more of a torture for
Peter, until Rob punched him in the face once, when Peter wouldn't give him
any money to buy drugs. Peter just walked out.

I am clean. I don't do drugs. I enjoy a beer every once in a while, even a
scotch occasionally. I smoke, yes, but this is not a drug habit. Actually,
Peter thinks that looking at me inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke is
sexually exciting for him. He has asked me to light up a few times when he
was sucking on my cock. I also smoked a couple of times as I fucked his ass
with him sitting in my cock and facing me. He would ride me hard as he
watches me suck on the cigarette. But mostly, he has admitted to me that he
loves me because I am so clean and gentle even when I fuck hard. I have
added that my cock size is a plus and he wickedly agrees, followed by
deep-throating and deep-fucking.

And he always has his coffee creamed!