Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 10:09:46 -0800 (PST) From: Midw Stud Subject: True Campus Stories -- In Progress Part 2 In Progress Part 2 This is the continuation of the previous story. For the first time in this one, I am veering into fantasy a little bit. You will probably detect fairly early on where the story going into the imaginary. Taylor and I discussed so many hot and nasty things and fantasies, that I had to work them in somehow, though they haven't happened in reality....yet. I had hoped to hang out and get to know Taylor better and drink some. I guess we knew eachother better now, but were both exhausted. Taylor went to the bathroom and I watched from about 10 feet away as he pissed, oddly erotic I thought to myself. It was probably about midnight, and Taylor crawled up next to me as I pulled the blankets up. We must have dozed off pretty quick because I don't remember talking about anything. When I woke up, it was a few hours later. Taylor was snoring softly and we had settled into a nice spooning position. My arm was over his chest, holding him tight to me, and I could feel my dick squeezed between his cheeks. I moved it a little, and it slid easily. I could feel it stiffening, so I gently moved it out of his crack. I pulled the blankets down carefully, until they were about at his knees. He stirred a bit. I lifted his leg up slowly, opening up his asscheeks. My dick was now hard as a nail, and I moved it closer. I tried to remember where the target was, I didn't want to miss. His crack was slippery with all the lube that had leaked out. I slid my dick from his balls up to where I felt a little depression. I held his chest and pulled him tightly to me as I thrusted forward and skewered him balls deep. Taylor jolted away with a moan and inhaled like those in movies when a drowning person has been saved and takes their first breath. "FUCK me!!!" he gasped. I gave a few hard long thrusts up his loosened and lubed hole. He moaned long and low and was pushing back into the thrusts. I lifted his leg up higher, and ducked beneath it, so now he was on his back. I lifted his other leg and prepared to go to town. I grabbed him around the neck and started kissing him while pounding his hole with short quick humps. After only about a minute, he started bucking so hard my dick fell out of him. I pushed it back in, but only got about three thrusts before his rigid cock twitched and squirted a load all over him. I kept on my rhythm, feeling my dick sliding in and out of the hot tight passage. But after only a few seconds, he scooted up and away, and my dick was out again, hard as a rock with nowhere to go. "Sorry man, too much," he said. He laid back down, and turned his head to the side. Pretty disappointed, I lay down next to him and pulled him back into a spooning arrangement. I was pretty horny, but didn't think it was worth trying to get off now when Taylor wasn't apparently interested. I think he was back asleep within a minute. I thought for a while about the morning. I had to do something. Of course we would have some good sex, but I had something more in mind. I got out of bed and got my laptop. A few searches gave me some good information. I quietly crawled back into bed, and re-spooned. Taylor shifted and as I put my arm over his side and let it hang in his sparse public thatch, I felt his hand sneak under my arm and grab into my ass. I fell asleep quickly. I woke up to the best thing you ever can. As soon as I gained consciousness, I could tell my dick was extremely hard, which isn't unusual. However, it was being expertly sucked and I felt on the verge of cumming. "Oh shit!" I said. Taylor pulled off my dick. "Haha good morning babe!" he said before pushing his tight lips back down my slick shaft. He worked on it hard, with all the tongue action and his hand with a good grasp on my nuts, massaging them. I lay back and enjoyed. I started humping into his mouth and Taylor moved his hand down to press on my chode and then lower, where I felt a wet finger circling my hole. Taylor pulled off and threw my legs up in the air before putting his mouth over my hole and licking and poking fast. I was getting close. He went back down on my dick and sucked furiously. Probably within ten minutes of opening my eyes, I was pumping a hot load straight down his greedy throat. Taylor got up from bed while I put my head back down. He took a long piss which I watched, and then closed the door, probably to take a dump. I thought more about my plan. Taylor obviously enjoyed getting fucked, he just had some psychological or physical impediment to fully loving it and wanting those long hard fucks I knew he would enjoy if he could get past his block. When he came out of the bathroom, I grabbed his arm and pulled him onto me. "Hey, good morning," I said. "How are you?" "Great!" he said. That was awesome last night! "Fuck yea," I said, "can't wait for more!! I want to try some things." "Like what?" "Some of the kinky stuff we talked about. I dunno. Have some fun. I have some ideas." "Well, you know I'll try anything!" Taylor said with a smile. I explained how I had always wanted to tie a dude up. We had talked a little about that over email, but had never discussed doing it together. He seemed enthusiastic, which was a good sign. I didn't tell him that it was the precursor to his anal sex therapy. He asked some questions about what we would do and stuff. I told him I didn't know, but that we were both horny and had good imaginations and it would be an adventure whatever happened. I got the ropes I had brought out of a backpack. I hadn't planned on using them, but had thrown them in the car, just in case. I had never tied a dude up, but had certainly looked at enough pictures of it. I told Taylor to get on his hands and knees on the bed. I looped ropes around each of the legs of the bottom of the bed. Luckily, I had printed a pic of my favorite tie-up position, and used it as a guide. I used the ropes from the two legs to tie his ankles, pulling them towards the edges of the bed a little. I then told him to put his chest on the bed and put his hands down by his dick. I got them tied together with duct tape, and then with a short piece of rope. I looped another rope through the center of the frame of the bed at the bottom end, and threaded it through the rope through the rope binding his hands. I pulled it tight, making him scrunch back until his ass was high in the air. His legs were at perfect right angles. "Wow dude, this is actually kind of hot!" he said. To keep him in place and make sure he didn't sit down on his ankles, even though he was pretty immobile, I looped a rope under his arms and ties it tight to the frame at the top of the bed, even though it was hard to get down next to the wall to get the rope around it. Now, the stuff I had read on the internet the night before came into play. I had found some sex discussion sites that talked about how men who love anal sex, but can't take much, are either focusing on the wrong thing, or have never taken it long enough to get over the threshold to where it is pure pleasure. Now the way Taylor came all the time during sex made me confident he loved anal. But how he always wanted to quit after a short while made me think he either had never had a good long fuck to make him realize how great it was, or was too focused on his own orgasms so that once he had squirted a few times, he couldn't just focus on the pleasure from his tight asspipe. Several of the websites suggested to take the orgasm out of the equation to make him focus on the anal side of things. Others suggested giving such a slow and long fuck so that the guy can't orgasm and has to eventually focus on the feelings from his hungry butt. Others suggested toys or other things to train the guy to just feel the feeling of his butt without the added layer of sex. I decided to do all of them. I had some plastic wrap in the backpack and got it out. I had only read a little about how to do this, but decided to go ahead. I grabbed his cock and nuts before he could get hard. I wrapped his dick first tightly in the plastic. I then wrapped more around, binding his balls to the encased dick. I then pulled the whole package down between his legs and pulled the plastic wrap, twisted, tight up through his crack. I went around his waist a few times, back through his crack, and tied it off. Taylor was silent throughout this, but the manhandling of his genitals was making him moan. If things worked right, he wouldn't be able to get hard while the plastic was on. Now was the part Taylor might protest. I got a buttplug out of the backpack. It had come free with a fleshlight I had bought online, and I had never had a chance to use it. It didn't seem too big compared to ones I saw online, but the one time I pushed it against my own hole out of curiosity, it seemed there was no way it would go in there! I got the lube and then went to the small fridge. There was ice in there I had put in the night before. I broke off four big cubes, and ran them under hot water for a second to smooth them. Before Taylor realized what was going on, I pushed one and another and another of the cubes in his looser-than-yesterday butthole, and used my middle finger to get them in as far as possible. Now he was asking what was up and said they felt funny. I knew with the position he was in, there was probably no way he could push them out, but the plug would make sure. I lubed it liberally, and put it at his hole. He was already pushing out, probably in an attempt to expel the ice, and the plug got two thirds of the way in pretty quickly. I worked it a little bit, and put some more pressure on it, and to my surprise, after a few moments, his hole appeared to open up and swallow the pink rubber plug! I moved the two tight strands of plastic wrap over the end of the plug and stood back to admire my work. "Wow dude, this feels crazy," Taylor said. I didn't answer, but reached over on the floor and picked up a dirty pair of boxer briefs I had worn on the drive down. I knew they were pretty musky, and could hear Taylor sniffing as I pulled them over his head, tugging to get the waistband under his chin which was pinned to the mattress. I quickly pulled my jock out of my suitcase put it and my shorts on and an old tshirt. I quickly got my running shoes on and told Taylor I'd be back in a while. "You can't leave me dude!" I wanted him to have some quiet time. Focus on his ass. I took a nice run around the town for about 40 minutes. It was a nice warm fall morning, and I really worked up a sweat. The jock was far from fresh, and when I got back to the hotel I was glad once I got in the elevator that I was alone; anyone else would have gagged! Taylor was quiet when I walked in the door. I walked over to him. "How you doing babe? How's your hole feel?" "Where you been? Take that plug out!" he said. "In a minute babe. We have some work to do." I shucked my shorts and climbed onto the bed sitting with my legs on either side of Taylor's head, leaning against the wall. They way he was tied, Taylor's throat and chin were flat on the mattress. I pulled the boxers off his head and scooted down until the wet sweaty jock pouch bumped into his face. My balls were pushing into his open mouth, and my crushed sweaty dick was lifting his nose up. I could feel him nuzzling the package, and breathing deeply and moaning. I guess he was a bit into the funky stuff like he said! I leaned back and smiled, kinda turned off by my own smell, but my dick hardening from the thrills I was giving to Taylor. After a few minutes, I pulled my dick out the side of and tried to guide it into his mouth. From his position, he couldn't really open his mouth much, so I rubbed my dick around on his face and moaned as his long tongue darted out to lick around the head and slit. I lifted my legs up as high as I could and scooted down a bit more so the bottom of the pouch was mashed against his nose, and my ass was on his mouth. I felt his tongue dart out and push against my hole before circling it. Although I was in an uncomfortable position, I leaned back an enjoyed the sight of this hot tied up guy, unable to move, but still lapping at my hairy sweaty crack. Now hard as a rock, I got up to continue the therapy. I got rid of my Tshirt and jock, and moved around to the bottom of the bed. I was impressed with my handiwork. Taylor looked better than any pic I had ever seen on the internet. Tied, helpless, shapely butt pointed at the sky, legs quivering a bit from muscle ache. Through the two bands of saran wrap, the end of the plug prominently showing between his smooth cheeks. I pushed on the plug a few times, and then tugged on it a little, making him moan loud and low. I spanked his cheeks a few times soft and then hard, reddening them up a little bit. I spanked him a few times between the plug and his plastic-wrapped nuts, and on the end of the plug, making him jump the little bit he could. I spanked him a while, on and off so he wouldn't know when they were coming. He went from making little yelps when my hand made contact, to just a long series of moans, knowing another smack was inevitable. I pulled on the plug a little bit more. Pulling it out to the beginning of the wide part, then releasing it and watching Taylor's hole quickly pull it back in. Finally, one time, I kept pulling until the big wide part of the pink plug cleared his sphincter and shot into my hand with some speed. As soon as the plug was out, a little fountain of water from the melted ice shot out, like when you pull the drain on a cooler. I laughed a little. I pushed a finger into his hole. It was definitely stretched a bit, but the crazy thing was how it was pulsing open and closed seemingly involuntarily. I could see a good ways into him, and his hole was open as wide as I'd seen one, but as soon as I put my finger in, it slowly closed till I could feel it on my finger before slowly opening again. I gave his ass a hard spank without warning, getting a moan out of him but first a loud fart. I laughed again. I reached under his hole where his nuts and cock were securely squished and tethered. He was soft, which seemed impossible for Taylor who was always hard. Still behind Taylor where he could not see me, I quietly lubed my dick and placed it an inch from his hole. Upon making contact, I made a smooth steady entry until I was buried in him. The long sigh and moan from him assured me he enjoyed every inch. But then I pulled out just as slowly and steadily. One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand, ten-one thousand. I pushed back in. One of the sites I had read reasoned that some guys just anticipate their orgasm and do not pay attention to or appreciate the actual fucking. They are thinking about their dicks when they should be concentrating on the awesome pleasure coming out of their rectum. I continued slow-fucking him. He was wiggling his ass when I was waiting to put it back in, and trying to squeeze his ass muscles when I was pulling out. From the limited movement he had, he was trying to push back and find my dick when it wasn't inside him. After about ten minutes of this, he said loudly and almost angrily: "Goddamit, just fuck me already!" After another 20 minutes of this he was panting and sweating. Every time I put my dick up his chute, he'd go into a frenzy of ass spasms and jerking around trying to get it deeper even though it was already all the way in. I thought a few times as I was pulling out that I heard a whimpered 'no' come from him. I was getting frustrated myself, but I was pretty sure my plan was working. I did the slow- dicking for about ten more minutes. He was going crazy. I was glad for my wakeup BJ, or else I would have shot already, not from the fucking, but from the hot scene beneath me. Finally, I counted to 30 after pulling out one time. He must have been counting too, because after the usual ten count, he started wiggling his ass furiously. After another ten seconds he started yelling. "Come on! Fuck you! Put it in! Fuck me, goddamit!" When I got to thirty, I shoved it in as hard as I could, getting a guttural sound out of him. This time I left it in him. He immediately began working his ass muscles as hard and fast as he could, and wiggling his rear so fast it was almost vibrating. I knew I had him. I looked at the clock radio until five minutes had passed. I reached under to find his dick. Still soft. I pulled out and waited two minutes, getting louder and more profane protests and demands to put it back in. After two minutes I pushed back in and began vigorously fucking Taylor. He was moaning and out of breath, perhaps convinced that finally he was going to get the fuck he'd been wanting for almost 50 minutes. I was really enjoying myself. I had never fucked a tied-up dude before, and the dominance and control dimensions were really turning me on hot and heavy. Still, this was science not lust. I kept my eye on the clock radio and after five minutes had passed, pulled out. Good thing, I was getting ready to cum. I let him writhe for a few minutes, begging and yelling to be fucked. I then pushed in and pulled out, and began dipping my wick once every ten seconds again. The noises Taylor was making made me think he was going to cry or something. He was so horny, but hadn't cum, was soft as a noodle, and tied tight. Yet all he could think about, beg for, and hope for, was dick up his tube. I kept up the once every ten seconds for another ten or 15 minutes. Then to be cruel, I started varying the time from five to 25 seconds. Whenever I waited longer than ten seconds, I would either get cursed out or hear pitiful whimpers. Whenever I pushed it back in before ten seconds were up I got a lustful moan that lasted till well after my dick was safely back out of his cavern. I was getting off on causing Taylor so much agony and lust. I loved thinking he was counting as I was, and just waiting for the dick to slide back in. I did this for another 20 minutes, until I convinced myself the therapy was complete, probably because I needed to cum so bad. I pulled out one time and waited and waited. After 30 seconds, the tirade came. "Stop torturing me! Just fuck me! Jesus!" I waited another two minutes, and then pushed in fast and started one of the harder fucks I have ever dealt out. The angle of his ass and its being so high prevented the true leverage and position for the hardest fucking, but I gave it my best and was really railing him. I could feel his body straining against the ropes as I pushed it harder and harder with my dick. I knew this wasn't going to last. Taylor was just deliriously moaning and saying 'fuck fuck fuck.' He wasn't wiggling anymore or trying to work his ass muscles. He was just taking the hard fuck for what it was. I probably only lasted five or tops ten minutes before I felt it coming. I sped up and increased the force, earning another round of moans. When I knew it was coming, I grabbed his hips and pulled myself in as deep as possible. Instead of fucking through the cum like I usually do, I stopped as soon as I felt the first spurt, so Taylor could feel the pulsing of my dick, and the warm fluid coating his guts without the distraction of thrusts. I knew I probably should have put a rubber on, but this was different. I trusted Taylor completely, and I knew his 'therapy' required feeling the hot seed. I doubted he had ever lasted long enough to have anyone orgasm in his ass. Anyway, I sure believed he would feel differently about anal sex from here on out. After ten or maybe even twelve spurts, I left my dick in Taylor for a while before slowly pulling it out. I wiped a glob of my cum off of his wide open hole and reached around to push the finger in his mouth. I was beat, but knew I had to get him off to complete the treatment. I unwrapped the plastic wrap as quickly as I could. As I got to the end, the part that tightly encased his cock, I massaged his nuts and then pushed a finger into his cummy hole. The instant I got the last of the wrap off his dick, it went from floppy to red and bulging hard. I got on my back between his legs (which was painful because most of my body was off the bed, but I knew it wouldn't be for long). I bent his rigid cock straight down and took it in my mouth. His dick seemed thicker than before. I bobbed on it as best I could while Taylor moaned. I massage his balls, and alternated with shoving a few fingers in his slimy tunnel. Within what must have been a minute, he started gasping and shouting and my mouth was filled with cum. I cum huge, but this was one for the record books. It was like the five or eight cums Taylor normally would have had from getting fucked so long had all built up and came out at once. My mouth was immediately overfilled, and so I dropped down off his cock and let the last 15 or so shots cover my face and hair. I laid between Taylors legs for a few minutes, looking up at his now soft-again dick dangling down towards me, and letting a drip go every few seconds that hit me on the forehead. Finally, I got up and began untying him, starting with the ropes holding his shoulders, then hands, then the ankles. Taylor got up off the bed, shook his limbs a bit and did a few stretches. I couldn't tell what was going on from his facial expression, and was a little worried I'd maybe pushed it too far. We didn't talk, I just watched him get the blood flowing around his hot body again. He finally turned to me and said seriously: "Dude." I didn't know what was coming next, I couldn't tell from the tone. "That was. That was. So FUCKING HOT!!" He moved towards me and took me into a long sloppy kiss. I could taste my cum still in his mouth as we swapped spit and ground our cocks together. His cum, completely coating my face, got all over him, and a few times he broke the kiss to lick more off. Obviously, we needed a shower. Checkout was noon, which was approaching, so I called down for a later checkout. They would only give me 1:30. We got in the shower and I washed him all over. This won't be a drawn out shower story because we were both so drained and tapped. I got on my knees and made him bend over so I could examine his hole. Regular readers know I have a fascination with checking out a nice butthole after I have used it. Taylor's hole was hanging open a little bit and was definitely puffy, but looked at hot as ever. When I ran a finger up him, it was already feeling tight again. We got out of the shower and dried each other off. We hung out for a bit and opened two of the beers I had wanted for the night before. We talked about how hot it all had been and how awesome it had been to meet after so many sexy, nasty, hot emails. It seemed so natural hanging out like this. We were naked and just chatting normally. We talked about our classes, and all kinds of stuff. I really liked Taylor, it just all seemed so good and comfortable. After a while, I couldn't believe it, but he boned up again. Seeing his bone made my dick hard too. We were looking at each other's boners and both laughed. "You know I need to get fucked again," he said very matter-of-factly. "Dude, I don't know if I can!" I said. He was on the small love seat, and leaned back and pulled his knees back, exposing his now-closed little hole. "Well see what you can do!" he said with a smile. I walked over to the bed side and got the lube. Walking back over, I squirted a bit on my dick and smeared it around. I replaced his hands with mine behind his knees and hiked him up a bit. When the head of my dick met his hole this time, it opened and swallowed it. I pushed all the way in smoothly, under the soundtrack of a loud moan from Taylor, till my pubes met his nuts. We didn't have too much time, and I was afraid my boner wouldn't last after all the excitement and cums of the past 12 hours, so I fucked fast and furious. I hadn't been pounding Taylor for more than five minutes when his still-hard dick twitched and squirted all over his chest and tummy. I couldn't believe this guy had any cum left in him! I was also afraid he was up to his old tricks and would ask me to pull out soon! No such problem. I laid it into him harder and harder. His legs were on my shoulders, his ass in the air, with my cock pistoning in and out of his tight hot slippery hole. I don't think it lasted too much longer. The noise and lust and dirty talk was pushing me harder. I noticed my nasty jock had ended up on the back of the love seat and I pushed it into Taylor's mouth telling him to "be quiet while daddy knocks you up." I don't know if it was the dirty talk, or the smell of the jock, or being gagged, but he started bucking like wild, at one point making me lose hold of his leg and my dick fall out. Ouch! I kept on fucking till I could feel it building. I bent him down into a little ball on the loveseat and just hammer fucked his hungry hole. When it came, it came quick, and I fucked as fast as I could until I deposited a small but powerful load deep up his asstube. I pulled out and let his legs down. I leaned in for a kiss on his wide smile. I pulled him to his feet after a minute, and laughed quietly at the big blob of cum under where his ass had sat. We got dressed, sadly, at last. I put my things into the bags, and retrieved my booze from the fridge and counter. "Are you around Sunday?" I asked. "Hell yeah, just studying." I said so long to Taylor. I gave him a hug and a long sloppy kiss. He went out the door, and I felt actually really sad. I missed him already. I had to get out of here pretty quickly. I got dressed for the birthday, took my bags down to the car and had the front desk call a cab. I went back up and checked out the room. Under the comforter on the side of the bed was Taylor's hot little jock. I picked it up and sniffed it. It had sweat, ass, plenty of Taylor's cum, and who knows what else. I stuffed it in my pocket and took a last look around the room. The cab was already there when I got downstairs, and I told him to wait while I threw the dirty jock in my car. On the way out of the hotel, I told the front desk I'd like to stay Sunday and could I get the same rate. To be continued!