Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2019 15:48:51 +0930 From: Larry Ryder Subject: Both Chapter 8 Hope you enjoy this story as it continues. All copyright is reserved to me Larry Ryder larry.ryder@mail.com [always happy to receive your comments with any suggestions! I'd like that too! Tell me how you like the story so far ] I am sure that you understand that such stories are legally managed in many jurisdictions. If you are too young (under 18 or 21), or forbidden by law, then go to (https://www.artsy.net/artist/jackson-pollock) and enjoy other artistic pursuits. Everyone suggests, and I do as well , that you should support Nifty financially [http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html] "So Luke tell us about yourself," the persistent Eric said..."where did you go to school, and what's your family like? and what were you and I doing when your sister saw us last week?" They looked at each and laughed as they realised I had suddenly twigged. Luke was Margie's brother, the one who liked to get his cock sucked! "Well I think it's time for me to go, " he stood up and pecked Eric on the cheek, and then turned to me and with an accusing eye said, "you don't deserve him. But he wants you! He needs you!" "Fucking Margie, " I screamed, " what was she playing at?" "Fucked if I know," Eric said, " didn't we both say we don't do girls." " But she was warning me," I couldn't think what else to say, "why did she do that?" "Well I don't know, but she has a fair bit of explaining to do. And we'll get to that but not just yet." By now he had moved so close to me that I could feel his breath. "But I have been starved, I haven't had your cock in me for three days. I haven't tasted your spunk for what seems like ever. And I have slept alone for too many nights." I raised my eyebrows, he was at least telling me that he had not taken Luke to bed; or anyone else for that matter. "You fucking bastard," he beat my chest, "you didn't trust me." My lips hit his and our tongues locked. "Don't ever do that again! I told you I loved you, and I am not about to fall out of love. I don't care if you see me walking hand in hand with a naked stripper, I haven't forsaken you." "I am sorry," I sobbed, I feared I was becoming a bit of a cry baby, "I'm not very good at this. I told you I have issues with intimacy." "I know," his hand caressed my cheek," so are you going to let me deal with them, or will you run away like you've always done." He was right. I had largely dealt with my sexuality by refusing intimacy. "I need you to fuck me," he whispered, " and to rim me. And I need to fuck you and drink your spunk. I want a dirty little fucker, I don't just want a top or a bottom...I want both. I want you to piss on me, and to cover you with my cum." I was so hard that I could barely answer. I took his hand and shoved it into my crotch. "I don't want one or the other , " I whispered, " I want it all. I trust you. I am so sorry." (As I write this I am tearing up...what a fool I had been. Most of us never get the opportunity for one meaningful encounter let alone a life partner. This guy had told me we could be husbands!) "I don't just want your cock," he leaked into my ear, " I want all of you." I was now so hard that I feared that if I started to come I wouldn't stop "Don't you dare cum," I heard him whisper into my ear , " I want to drink every drop of your spunk, and let it fertilise my life.." I knew what he meant. Already his hands were grappling at my belt and my jeans were around my ankles. His face was buried in my briefs. It was difficult to do what he was telling me. I wanted to shoot all my cum there and then. But I knew he wanted to savour it more than this. His mouth swallowed my cock, this really tested it. I was leaking a bit of precum already. "Just cum!" I exclaimed. "Not yet," he shouted and then a volley of spunk shot into my mouth "Whoops" he laughed, and I just luxuriated in the taste of his man-juice. We both collapsed in a fit a laughter "Well that didn't work," I said as I kissed him and leaked his cum into his mouth "Yummitty Yum! Yum!" he laughed back, and I could see the thick white spunk dripping onto his torso. Did I ever tell you how beautiful his body is? Looks even better with cum dripping all over it. "You are such a dirty little fucker," I whispered into his ear and grabbed his now very sensitive cock. He pulled back. But I held on. It was excellent that he was finding this thrill almost unbearable. "Now do it to me.!" I didn't really have to tell him, he was already rubbing my dick furiously. I almost needed to tell him to not rip it apart. "Do you want me to suck you or to face-fuck you?" he asked I wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do,; or what the difference was "Well my jaw is a bit tired, " he suggested, " so maybe you could fuck my face." He had already moved so that he was lying with his head reclining and I put my hard cock in his mouth and started to move. He didn't need to do much and I could touch his throat with my cock without him having to do much. His passive restraint was pretty good, and I felt my cock touching him deep inside his throat. I could tell by his cock that this was good for him. He was harder than I had ever seen a cock. I leaned down to kiss him and realised his mouth was more than occupied. He looked at me and smiled, and I kissed his forehead. This was OK and perhaps the next best thing, but basically I wanted to taste his spunk and for him to taste mine. Who the fuck is Luke? The random thought crossed my mind. I had worried that his school friend had supplanted me, and then also got that he had let him go and that he had probably never done half of this stuff with him. He wanted to do it with me. My cock swelled and I knew I wasn't far. "I'm going to cum," I warned him. I didn't need to, his throat engulfed me even deeper and the wave of orgasm began. Sperm shot into my mouth. And I almost fainted. This was more than I had ever wanted. It didn't taste vile. It tasted like communion with the divine. I feel profane for suggesting this, but the taste of cum in my mouth, whilst not a cordon-bleu experience, was nevertheless the existential gift I had been waiting for. Oh shit! Six or seven volleys of thick semen ropes flooded my mouth. It was not the taste. It was the rod that delivered it. The total capitulation of our male sexuality not to the other. He was fucking and I was being fucked. I repeat: Did I ever tell you how beautiful his body is? Looks even better with cum dripping all over it. "You are such a dirty little fucker," I whispered into his ear and grabbed his now very sensitive cock. He pulled back. But I held on. It was excellent that he was finding this thrill almost unbearable. I loved that we had so much . The dirty little fucker took my cock in his hand and jerked me furiously "You don't get way that easily, " he laughed, as I did. I shot load after load and his eager mouth plunged over my dick. "Oh shit, that is what I need," he screeched My fingers grasped his arse, and at least two fingers hit the treasure spot. "I need more!" he demanded, " you cannot just drink my spunk and leave me there!" He was right, I was feeling that I too needed more. "Get up!" I ordered. He was looking a bit befuddled, but he struggled to his feet. "You are a dirty little fucker!" I hollered into his ear "And so are you" he replied. "Don't talk back, " I said as I slapped his face. We were both aware that we were engaged in a game, and that we wanted it to take its course. I grabbed his singlet pulled it roughly. It didn't rip but I was able to pull it over his head so that his chest and abs were totally exposed. My hand hit his cock, it was half hard. "Don't touch me you fucking dirty little fucker." he said The phrase had become so common that we both knew exactly what it meant, a consent to engage in what ever sexual exploration we could possibly imagine. I touched his cock again. "I think you need to piss." He threw his head to the left and then said, "Well let me go so I can do it!" "That's not how it works." Stood up and grabbed him by the cop and pushed him to the shower. I slapped him back on the face, that would teach him to be an arrogant prick. "But I really need to go," he protested "Well this is your chance, " I laughed as I rubbed his semi hard dick and watched him start to piss I. the shower alcove. He flowed pretty well, and I used my hand to get him to draw pictures on the tiles. "You are one sick little fucker, " he spat at me. "What do you mean?" I laughed, " I didn't kneel down and drink your piss, though there's plenty of guys around who are more than happy to do so." I chucked Eric's chin. And sank to my knees and said "We need to get a bit more adventurous" Eric turned and pissed on me "You mean like this?" he asked "Well that's a start!" I said. Hope you enjoy this story as it continues. You can send any comments to me Larry Ryder larry.ryder@mail.com. There are a couple more instalments in my mind, but I am `writing into the dark' so would happily receive any comments and/or suggestions