Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 08:14:40 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Warm Hands, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts  Gay College

"Warm Hands, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts    Gay College

I didn't use the gym or the sauna, at the College Sport Building, for
several days.  Somehow I felt as if I ought to absorb the hot events that
occurred with tall Norman and cute red headed Reed.  This was a big deal
for me to have experienced that.  Also I didn't see either guy since this
was exam week.

I did great on my stuff.  I haven't seen the posting of the grades but you
know, you just know if you aced it.  I knew!

Just as I was crossing the quad I heard the squeal of brakes as a yellow
Corvette stopped next to me.  Hey, amazing!  It was Norman.  Who would
expect him to own a car like this.  There must be a story there.

Norman had a big grin on his face and he was wearing a baseball cap
backwards.  The old (35 years) guy looked like a kid.

"Like it?"  He asked ambiguously.

"Yeah it is way cool.  Is it yours?"

"Yep, picked it up today.  Want a ride?"

"Sure."

I got into the passenger seat.  You know, if you've ever sat in a Corvette
that you first think you are laying out flat.  That position gave Norman a
full view of my bare legs in my shorts, and he burned me with his hot eyes
raking up and down.

"Nice legs," he said as he gunned the car into a neck whip lashing start,
saying at the same time, "Put on your seat belt, please."

He just taxied around the campus.  I was surprised, maybe disappointed that
he made no moves.  I know that hand jobs are the lowest form of sex but
Norman's version is hard to forget.  I longed for a repeat of the movement
of those long dry fingers paying on my flute.  As if he could read my
thoughts, as he pulled into his parking space, he said, "Want to come up.
I'm expecting Reed, maybe you kids would like to have a smoke or
something."

"Yeah," I said with perhaps too much enthusiasm.  Norman chuckled.

Hey, his room was twice the size of mine and as a graduate student, he had
no roommate.  It was furnished in Danish modern style and gorgeous and
expensive looking.

"Nice place," I said, singing down onto the low couch, again displaying my
legs to his observing eyes."

"Kick off your sandals," he ordered.  Wow, he was exercising his dominance
again.

Meekly I complied feeling that I was naked exposing my feet that way.  How
odd.

"Oh those feet," he cooed in his deep baritone, "those long toes, that high
arch, can I smell them?"

"Hey Norman, you are embarrassing me."

"Embarrass?  You who have entrusted your pretty prick to me dangerous hands
and ejaculated before me.  That being the most intimate exposing of your
nature that there is."

I guess that was true, shitting in front of someone and cuming while being
observed must the happenings that are the most private of all.

I tried to defuse the standoff by saying, "You mention smoke."

"Ah yes, I don't indulge myself, but I like to help lovely boys get off
sexually and also help them get high.  Am I evil?"

"Not if your shit is good stuff.  Let me give my opinion."

He pointed to a curious curved cigarette box on the coffee table in front
of us.  "Check it out."

I opened the box and was immediately greeted with that familiar piney odor.
My mouth watered.  I picked one up.  This was no homemade cigarette.  First
off it had a gold tip and was perfectly made.  I turned to Norman
questioningly.

"A friend makes them with a machine.  It's a special mixture and it has a
secret ingredient," he said with fake innocence.

I put it between my lips and lit it with the silver table lighter sitting
next to the box.  How easy.  I took a deep puff.  The smoke felt oddly cool
but nice.  Almost immediately I felt as if I was lifted from the couch and
moving around the room as if I was on a magic carpet.

"Normie," I slurred.  "Grab me as I go by, before I float out the window."

I felt big firm hand around my calves.

"Oooh, nice keep rubbing and if you happen to move higher, that's good."

His hand pulled away abruptly.  "If you are thinking of a hand job, forget
it.  I only perform that magic once, never repeating it until I get what I
want."

I opened my eyes with difficulty and asked, "Whatever you want you got."

"Okay, get naked!"

I was hesitant and slow, he squeezed my arm...hard.  "Do it!"

I whipped off my shorts and underwear.

"Lay back."

I did, but I was beginning to worry.  I voiced it, "You're not going to do
that, I hope.  My brother talked me into it and it was so good I never
repeated it for fear I would become an addict.

"Look you enjoyed my wanking you.  You never even offered to reciprocate.
You're a selfish child and now I want my turn."

I began to bawl like the baby he called me.  I wiped my eyes with the back
of my hand and said, "You're too big.  I only did it with my brother who
had a pencil dick."

"You're going to love it.  Bigger is better."

You know, I read ads that bottoms want big cocks to fuck them and I
wondered why.  I soon found out.

"Grab your ankles and hold them up."

I heard the rustle of his clothes as he disrobed and I went into a
protective trance.  The next thing I felt was his big blunt cock head

He wiped my tears again with the back of his had and pushed forward.  "Open
up dearie.  I know you want this more than anything in the world."

I tried by squeezing, as if I was taking a shit.  He jiggled in a few
inches.  I felt like I might die, that I was in terrible danger of
splitting open but soon I got a little used to the intruder. that enormous
flesh staff.

"I can see you are relaxing, no longer scared.  Soon you will pleading for

He moved in a few more inches, then moved out a bit.

"Don't worry babe, I am famously known to have staying power and I think
you are one of those lucky guys who can cum from being fucked.  I'm going
to prove it to you."

He left his prick soaking in my hot hole.  It felt marvelous and must have
to him as well for his heavy breathing was tickling my ear.  Just then,
though I was in a profound sex haze, I heard the door to the suite creak
open and Reed's youthful voice exclaim: "What an ass on you Normie."

Norman jumped slightly.  "You are welcome Reed.  You can watch and jerk off
but don't come too near and most important, do not, I repeat, do not
discuss my ass, that gets me off my game."

So as if to emphasize his preoccupation with fucking me he reared back and
almost disengaged.  Then he plunged forward causing me to cry out with a
mixture of pleasure and pain.  Back out, then in, pounding my almost virgin
ass with concentrated fury and sexuality.

Reed stood behind him.  "The slimness of the ass cheeks are lovely.  They
are so firm that I can see your ass hole clearly as you fuck.  It moves in
and out as if it were trying to kiss me."

Norman groaned with impatience and perhaps something else: the fear of
losing his famous control.  As for me, I was fast reaching my critical
point as he rubbed the inside of my track with insistence.  I believe now
that I was one of those who could climax from a fuck.

Reed was now directly behind Norman and I heard a loud slurping.  The
rascal was rimming Norman.  How could he sustain his legendary control with
fucking me and also getting intense stimulation from Reed's busy tongue and
humming sound.  Yes, Reed was enjoying his meal.

Suddenly Norman began a strange cum song.  He keened and moaned and then
froze as his big cock began to leak pre cum in readiness for its big
explosion.

"I'm going to do a tongue fuck.  You'll love this," Reed said with a voice
muffled by ass.  "I'll just make my big tongue get narrow like a prick and
then do the old in and out.  That should make you really happy."

I could feel Norman's body shaking with the tongue fuck and he made one
final cry of agonized orgasming and sprayed my hot passage with his spooge.
He shot and shot and writhed and spasmed until his reservoir was empty.  He
fell heavily on top of me just as my climax overtook me.  I pasted him to
me with my sticky goo and we slid around until Norman, surprisingly press
his lips on mine for a short hot kiss.

"I came too...in my fucking pants," Reed announced.

Norman and I separated and he wrapped a towel around his size 29" waist and
announced, "Anyone for lunch?"

Reed and I, the kids realized that we had worked up a big appetite.  Reed
asked, "What you got?"

"Salami, fresh rye bread, and real ale."

"Great," I said, then when fortified we'll resume, huh?"

"Resume we will," added Norman


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