Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2011 06:17:22 EST
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: When James makes me throb

When James makes me throb...  Copyright Alex Carr 2011

When I entered James room it was not because I was snooping, it is just
that I could hear this sort of moaning sound and, being his flat mate and
sharing separate rooms, I had grown to like him very much and could not bear
the  thought of him being in any pain.

We'd known each other just three months since he advertised for a flat mate
 to share the rent and that was fine with me. We were both about the same
age in  our early twenties and one thing that interested me very much about
James was  that he never brought a girl home and quite blatantly told me  he'
d had  just one disastrous relationship with a girl called Jenny who let him
down  terribly and broke his heart.

What I had learnt about him made my hopes spur, that maybe we could start
up an intimate relationship - but I couldn't find out at the time  if he
had the same leaning as I by a long chalk. I didn't want to take chances with
our new friendship and mess it up by suggesting something that was
obtrusive  ton him - but I am so happy to say that how it all turned out  was
perfect.

And it happened in a way that seemed like it was destiny...

On entering his room one  day I saw that he was busily masturbating
himself and hadn't even noticed me enter the room maybe because at that stage,  he
was so concentrating in the job in hand so to speak..

I stopped in my tracks not knowing quite what to do or if I should say
something or just back away and leave his room in hope he hadn't noticed  me.

Then he saw me, his eyes focused on mine and he looked so frustrated. But
he didn't seem embarrassed or anything like that.

"Sorry, James, I'd better go, it is just that ..."

"Stay!" he interrupted, "Stay, Alex, I need a good mate to talk to."

I stood there feeling a bit ominous - he didn't`t make any effort to put
himself away and I could see he hadn't cum or anything like that.

"I am so frustrated, I want to but can't, Alex."

"I know the feeling" I returned with a smile. "It's like when you want to
 sneeze but cant Huh?"

He grinned and then quietened, not looking at all embarrassed, in fact he
still hadn't zipped up! He had that look in his eye which so attracted me.
He  didn't need to say anything, it was all in that luring look of his, his
brown  eyes and his expressions that said he wanted for me to do it for him.

I decided to go for it, take a chance, it seemed the right thing to so
unless I was grossly mistaken by his body language...

"Would you'd like me to...?"  I asked cutting my question and pointing  down
to his crotch.

To my relief he reacted with a positive to nod and what that did for me was
 extraordinary, I felt the blood throb in my arteries - the thought of
touching  him and better still, the reality of him wanting me too, I had dreamt
for so  long how nice it would be if he was like me to be with him
physically -  and  how it would be with James, and now I was beginning to realise we
were  not unalike by any means.

I closed to him, ever so slowly, this was going to be a very special moment
 for us both. Gradually, very gradually, I let my fingers stroke him first.
His  arousal had shrunk and I wanted him to rise again. It didn't take long
and James  had the most delightful  stance I could ever have imagined.

My eyes caught his once again we exchanged that certain wanting. Then it
was sheer magic, he pressed his lips to mine without  hesitation and
immediately with no apprehension or inhibition we were sharing the most warm and
delicious deep French kiss, after that he whispered for me to do it for him,
"please? he urged  and that sounded so wonderful, giving  me the
inspiration to really enjoy the feel of him in my hand, squeezing him there as  it
grew and grew so fine, sensing the sheer lust growing inside me and scent  of
him too, and  how it turned me on that  - certain scent ,  then the
stronger scent as I gently stretched him back until the whole head of  his lovely
ripe cock was revealed. It was lovely and divine, so wonderful and  nice to
squeeze and touch, and very spoilable in my hands and so warm  too.

"How is that, James?"

"Out of this world!" he moaned. "That's it,"  he continued closing his
eyes, " the way you are doing it now, just do it like that." I massaged him
gently, bending it a little which he loved, it was so pliable and I guess
mine  was the same, but somehow I had never realised it doing it to myself -
then,  asking him to stand with his legs wider apart so I could ball him
from behind,  that was so nice because he was so well hung and it was so
delightful to cup and  gently squeeze his balls with my right hand and carry on
wanking him with my  left.

Pushing his tackle  forward he loved it and responded by twisting his  hips
around from side to side as I continued to massage him, balling and cocking
 and watching his head lean back in ecstasy as I gave him quality time  -
but he was soon telling me to go quicker. I could not resist, but I wanted
the  taste of him, that rich nectar of unadulterated hard stiff cock, so
instinctively  I went down to him as he moaned, took him feverishly   into my
mouth, feeling it and tasting it, the flavour changing as I teased the
foreskin back tight again to get a real slow suck of its crimson head, finding
the p-hole I discovered, teasing it with just the very tip of my tongue, that
 loved so much to lick and probe and suck there too, the salty earthy taste
of  his being entering my soul as I mouth fucked him by deep continued
sucking and  firm wanking.

I was entering my own exclusive world of carnal delight, the sheer
experience overwhelming me, my mouth full of him, the delight of the smell and
taste of him, the feel of his gorgeous firm balls  so good and so  heavenly.

He yelled he would cum if I didn't stop but I didn't - giving him the
pointer that I wanted that - to actually sense his climax spurting delightfully,
 so delightfully over my face and into my mouth, feeling the heat of it and
the  taste if it as I sucked it down with a curl in my tongue. For me this
was the  only complete way to experience the full thrill and joy of both the
touch, the  feel, the scent and finally the taste, with the added bonus of
swallowing his  cream of love - feeling it and tasting it in my throat which
was so divine. It  sort of made me feel he and I were then complete lovers,
and for my part we  were.

Afterwards, when James had come back to earth, he thanked me profusely -
almost like he was apologising too for losing control.

But I expressed it was for me the most wonderful thing to do, that I had
always liked him and yearned to be intimate.

He looked surprised and perhaps relieved at the same time -I could tell
something was going through his mind.

"Penny for them?" I asked inquisitively.

"It is just that being with you, Alex  I find it a wonderful new
experience, that I am realising something of myself that I have for a long time  not
understood, but Alex, you have really brought me out and I want to show you
just how grateful I am. Is there anything I can do for you, like what you
have  done for me?"

Of course I wanted that, to enjoy the feel of another doing it for you is
wonderful, because doing it yourself can never be the same, because you are
able  to anticipate moves and touches and besides, as much as I have tried,
and it is  quite funny thinking about it now, I could never suck myself off.

I told James this, we needed to understand each other, our mutual desires,
our wants. I wanted to know if he was a taker or a giver, I wanted him to
he a  giver because the female hormones inside me were overruling the male
ones I knew  that - and had often wondered how it would be to be a girl.

Imagine the relief and happiness when James said he'd prefer to give, that
he loved the thought of that.
And that was the prelude to a so wonderful new  relationship.

He told me how he had always longed secretly to be with another guy, and a
guy like me. And as he started to make love with me I soon realised his
deep  carnal wanting - loving his explorations as he explored me, his
delightful  tongue working between the crevice of my hind, the feel of his hands
actually  stretching and the feeling of knowing he actually wanted me there, all
the time  I pricked him up, that is how he wanted it, he said so in those
words, and he  said also that he wanted to see my all and feel the squeeze of
my hole as it  took good hard prick deep inside so that he could really
fuck me silly.

How wonderful it was to be all ass for him, it was an experience so new and
 so wonderful I was in my heaven. The feel of Alex so wonderfully teasing
and  touching me, the feel of his tongue and lips probing my being For those
next few  days we found each other, got to know everything about each other,
different  ways of doing things was always so very exciting to the core and
now my ass has  been fully initiated and constantly serviced with the full
thrilling fuck of  James, and  the things you would hardly imagine, like
when he has me full  spread over the edge of the dining table, the way he just
stops in mid fuck and  holds me so steadfast, then I know why  - he is
loving to feel our mutual  throb of each others fuck deep up inside, and all the
time his strong hands  groping, nudging and squeezing my ass cheeks,
stretching them wide apart, as he  did when he started to take me over the table,
his mouth lavishly enjoying into  my hole, his tongue working there, his
mouth sucking me there, all these things  revving me up to the full quality of
his fuck of me. I wanted that and so much,  I simply wanted to be all ass for
him, all everything for him - we'd do it all  sorts of ways, back, front,
me on top, balling him as he fucked, him alike me in  the scissor position
was nice too And afterwards our sessions in the shower were  just perfect.

With his frequent fucks and his `seeing to' as he loved to call them, when
 he planted me across his knee for the occasional light spanking he knew I
enjoyed as a pre- fuck experience, sometimes he loved to do it when I wore
my  tightest of tight blue brush jeans and other times, according to his
moods, he  wanted me in boxer shorts when he'd massage baby oil into the
redness of my  fresh spanked ass - and having gotten an extreme hard-on, planted
me on all  fours on the rich pile red carpet and fucked the ass off me

With James it is so nice. After our wonderful sessions I still feel him
inside me for ages and feel so good that I have given him the thrill and
happiness we both share. Even that taste of him in my mouth after I have sucked
him. Imagining the sniff of him still there in my nostrils.

I guess I shall never ever tire of James. And you now guess what?, he says
he has got some handcuffs to experiment with.

Such relationships as mine and James's evolve more and more  with new
experiences that we both what and enjoy.  Watch this space  ...