2 comments/ 19877 views/ 10 favorites Prep School Ch. 01 By: Quantuman The day came for each of them. They all knew it would come, but still it was always a shock. The mother was usually the happy one sending her boy off to become the kind of man she always intuitively knew he would be. The fathers less happy. Their dreams of sons emerging as manly men disappeared in that long trek to Smith's Prep School. It was no more or no less true for Stephen Talbot. The day came and it was time to embrace his true self. Everyone he knew told him so. The life of a heterosexual was not for him. Girls of all sizes and shapes tempted him, his mother prearranged dozens of dates but at 19, one year into the legal age for mating, he was still a virgin. Stephen's father took him to a professional one night, but it was a waste of money. The poor girl wasn't even able to get Stephen's penis to wink. It was a long, sad ride back home for his father, and Stephen felt sorry more for his dad than himself. So his father made the decision. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. "Son," he said and looked at Stephen, "I think it's time you went to the Prep School. You aren't getting any younger, and soon you'll have to start a life of your own. You've got no particular skills. We may not be able to afford the university, but we cam spring for the Prep School. That way," he said placing his hand lovingly on his son's arm. "You can find a good man with a good job to take care of you. They'll teach you, at the Prep School, how to please a man like that and become his life partner." That night, his mother knocked on his bedroom door, and without waiting opened it and stuck her head in. "Hi, baby. Mind if I pop in?" "No, come in, Mama." She sat down on the bed next to him. He was propped up against the head board reading a book of poetry. She didn't speak right off, but gazed into his eyes, smiled and brushed his bangs away from his forehead. "Guess we won't see each other for quite a while," he said and closed his eyes. He loved it when she brushed her hands through his hair. "No," she whispered, "but you'll come back to me as soon as possible, right?" "Of course, Mama." He turned his face and kissed her hand. "How do you feel?" She asked. "About the Prep School?" "I suppose it makes sense," he said with a sigh. "I don't feel anything...you know what I mean...for girls. I never have. I'm not sure I feel anything for men either. Maybe I was meant for the priesthood." He laughed at the image. "Oh, my baby," she said and took his face in her hands. "It'll all work out. You have a good heart." She patted him on the chest. "Good things come to those with good hearts." She leaned in and kissed his forehead. By noon the next day, he was packed and in the back seat of the car headed for union station. By one-thirty, he was pulling out of the station on a train bound for Lawrence, Kansas. And by late afternoon the next day, he was greeted by an SUV at the Lawrence Depot. "Mister Talbot," said the handsome middle aged chauffer with a slight British accent, "if you'll make yourself comfortable, I'll load your luggage and we'll be off." Stephen climbed into the passenger side of the large vehicle feeling apprehension for the first time about attending Smith Prep School. He wasn't expecting a chauffer who addressed him as Mister Talbot. Weird. The ride was longer than Stephen expected, and the country side was heavily wooded and remote looking. The chauffer spoke very little except to point out various geographical points of interest. After a couple of hours, they pulled up to a stone archway and an iron gate just before sunset. The driver pushed an opener button, and the iron gate slowly swung inward. When the SUV pulled into the compound, the gate automatically closed, and they followed a long serpentine driveway through dense trees to a huge old Victorian mansion. Weird. That word kept popping up in Stephen's head. The chauffer removed the luggage and started up the stone steps to the entry porch. Stephen followed. When they reached the door, the chauffer turned to him and raised his arms indicating his hands were full. "Would you mind giving the knocker a rap, sir?" Stephen looked at the brass door knocker. It was a large life size and very life like penis and testicles. It hinged from the glans and the round balls knocked against a brass plate. Stephen grinned and shook his head as he took the balls in his hand, raised them up and knocked three times. He couldn't help it; it made him laugh, and he sheepishly looked over at the chauffer. The chauffer half smiled. The large leaded glass door opened, and an old man stepped aside allowing them to enter. "Thank you, Sedgwick," the old man said and pointed to the foot of the stairs. "Place the luggage there, if you will. And have a good evening." "Thank you, sir," Sedgwick said and bowed slightly. "Good night to you, Mister Talbot." "Good night, Sedgwick. Thanks for the ride." The chauffer returned to his car. "Mister Talbot, please come into the drawing room." The old man's voice was like gravel. He was short and hunched over, bald and walked with a cane. "Please have a seat." They sat facing each other. The old man had sparkling green eyes, and when he smiled it had a surprising effect on Stephen. His smile was warm, gentle and friendly. "So my dear Stephen," he said, "my name is Charles Smith. The young men around here, such as you, call me Chuck. I have a unique gift, if you will, an ability that is to find the switch and turn on the light. Excuse my clumsy metaphor. It's all about energy, really." Chuck stood and moved away from the chairs. He held his arms out to his sides; the cane dangled in his hand. "Dear Stephen, we have an energy body that extends out from our physicality about as far as our arms can reach." He turned from side to side. "It's all around us life a cocoon. It's an electromagnetic force field. Up the center of our body is a cylindrical shaped rod of energy that spins at the speed of light. As the energy radiates outward, it manifests as different bodies. Physical, emotional, causal, etc. It's all the same energy vibrating at different rates. Now!" He threw his arms up and smiled catching his breath. "When a man becomes sexually aroused, the central cylindrical energy rod bends out and extends into his erect penis." Chuck slapped one hand into the pit of his elbow and made the gesture of an instant erection. His eyes sparkled. It made Stephen smile. He liked the old guy. "Now when a man has intercourse with a woman, of course that's nature way of procreation, but let's face it, we really do have enough people on dear old Mother Earth. A woman's body is different, of course and when she is penetrated by a man's erect penis and central energy rod, different things happen then when a man is penetrated thusly by another man. We can only get intellectual about men and women copulating, but for the next year, you are here to learn about yourself, a man's needs and how to give and receive those needs with another man. And like your family, I share the hope and dream you will one day find one special man who you can share your life with." He walked over to a desk and poured a small glass of amber liquid from a crystal flask. He tossed it down with one gulp, cleared his throat and sat down. "Now, my dear Stephen Talbot, come over here so I can see you up close." Stephen moved closer to the chair. "Don't be shy," said Chuck. "Let's get familiar with each other. Come right up here next to me." Stephen stepped up to the chair. His knee touched the old man's leg. Chuck reached up and put his hands on Stephen's hips and turned him from side to side. He nodded and made sounds of approval clucking his tongue. "Lift your shirt for me, dear." Stephen obeyed and raised the front of his shirt showing his hard, flat stomach. Chuck smiled and traced his finger tips over the well-defined abs. "Take your shirt off, dear boy; nothing to be shy about here. You are a fine looking young man." Stephen stripped the shirt off and laid it across his chair. The old man clapped his hands together and grinned. Weeeeeiiiiird. "Delightful! You have the body of a swimmer. You are gorgeous, dear Stephen, just gorgeous." He ran his hands over Stephen's bare skin. "Hard, well defined muscles and skin as soft as silk. You couldn't be more handsome." He tugged at Stephen's pants. "Remove your pants, dear. I'm dying to see the rest of you. Look at this." Chuck parted his coat tails, unzipped his trousers, reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was enormous and very erect. Stephen stepped back aghast. Beyond weird. "You have just got me sizzling," Chuck said and stuffed it back in his fly. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't startle you. Some times my boner gets the best of me. Now there's a good lesson to remember. Never give your boner the full control. But please go on, dearest Stephen. Show me the rest of your magnificent body." Stephen was more than a little startled. He wasn't sure he could do this. But Chuck's eyes sparkled, he smiled broadly and Stephen relaxed and relented. He unsnapped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He reached under the waist band of his shorts and pushed them down too. He stood there and stared at Chuck Smith. Chuck's eyes were glue to Stephen's flaccid penis. "Just beautiful," the old man whispered. "Come back over here next to me." He motioned with his hand. When Stephen reached the chair, Chuck moved his legs to one side aside and patted the corner of the chair. "Put one foot right up here," he said. When Stephen was properly posed, Chuck raised his glasses up and rested them on his forehead. He reached out and gently took Stephen's testicles in his hand. Stephen flinched a little but stood still. He lightly touched his balls savoring that first moment of discovery. The old man smacked his lips. "You have very nice gonads, dear Stephen. I like how they hang down like this. I'm sure when you climax, they'll shrink right up as if they are in full retreat. I love that." Chuck laughed, squeezed them a little harder and rolled them through his fingers. Stephen had to admit, it did feel good, but still, his penis didn't react. It hung down unimpressively a couple of inches. The head was completely covered with foreskin. "Very nice," Chuck mumbled. "When you caress a man's balls for the first time, always start with the lightest touch like a soft feather. Let your fingers make love to his testicles. Explore their shape and texture. Close your eyes, dear Stephen." Stephen closed his eyes. "Put all of your attention on my fingers. Let my fingers define your body to you. How does it feel when I caress your testicles?" His hands softly tickled and rubbed his balls. "It feels nice," Stephen whispered. "It's very relaxing." "Good, good." Chuck's breathing became heavier making his voice even more gravelly. He continued to fondle the young man's balls. "Describe my hand." Stephen opened his eyes and looked at Chuck. Chuck's lips hung slightly open as he wheezed through his mouth. He looked up at Stephen. "Just keep your eyes closed and describe how my hand feels." "It feels nice, Chuck." The old man clucked his tongue and let go of Stephen's balls. "That's not what I mean. Here, kneel down and take my testicles in your hand." Chuck raised his hips and pulled his trousers down. His penis stood straight out about ten inches. It was a little scary. Stephen had never seen a penis this large up close. "Reach in and take my testicles in your hand." Chuck's breathing heaved in his chest. Weird, weird, weird, but Stephen obeyed and gently took Chuck's testicles in his hand. They were very large, covered with sparse grey hair and very warm. "Just gently caress them like I showed you." Stephen lightly tickled and fondled Chuck's testicles, rolling the two balls in their skin sack. Chuck reclined his head and closed his eyes. "Your hand his cool. Your fingers are rough and calloused. I like that. You are making my member throb with excitement" His long, fat penis did throb with a steady beat. It was mesmerizing, and Stephen couldn't take his eyes off the huge erect cock. "You have a large hand. Squeeze my testicles." His voice was almost a whisper, and Stephen gently squeezed. "Harder." He squeezed harder. Chuck groaned. Stephen's penis began to react. It stirred slightly and moved against his thigh. He was a little shocked and looked down at it. Wow! All of a sudden, he found the feel of the old man's testicles more than weird. He really, really like touching them. "That's enough, my dearest Stephen. Let's return now to where we were." Stephen reluctantly let go of Chuck's testicles and stood up. The old man looked at the young man's awakened penis and chuckled. He reached out and ran a finger tip along the shaft making Stephen shiver. Chuck giggled. "That's more like it. I told you I have a gift." He took Stephen's testicles in his hand and started caressing again. Stephen's penis reacted without hesitation. It gradually elongated to six inches, stretched the foreskin out and off the rim of the glans and stood up like a good soldier at attention. Stephen groaned and the old man giggled with delight. "Now close your eyes and describe my touch." Stephen could hardly breathe. He'd never felt this way before. "Your skin is so soft and your hand is so warm." One of Chuck's fingers tickled its way back to Stephen's anus, and the tall young man quivered. "Does that feel good?" "Yes, sir," Stephen said barely audible. "And where am I touching you now," asked old man said gently probing the tight little opening? "My..." Stephen was embarrassed to say. "I'm lovingly touching your anus, correct? Let me hear you say it. Remember, no shyness here." "You're...lovingly...touching my...anus." Chuck pushed a tiny bit more and his finger and entered Stephen's anus. The young man's penis twitched, and Chuck started laughing. "I don't mean to torture you, my boy." Chuck removed his finger tip from Stephen's anus, wrapped his free hand around boy's penis and lightly stroked it running his thumb over the glans. Stephen moaned. "It's time for a little taste test." He continued to fondle his testicles and stroked Stephen's fully erect penis as he spoke. "Each wing of the house is divided by taste. The young men of the south wing have a salty flavor. The north wing is salty with musky over tones. The east wing is populated by heavy, musky earth tones, and the west wing is the sweet flavored lads. Now let's see which wing you'll live in." Chuck lowered his glasses, leaned in and examined Stephen's penis closely as he stroked the rock hard shaft. Stephen was shocked at how excited he was. He felt like he might explode at any second. As Chuck's warm, soft hands stroked and fondled him, he noticed the room for the first time. The walls were lined with hundreds of books. Architecturally, it was finished in dark wood and a large crystal chandelier hung in the center of the ceiling. Suddenly his attention was shifted back to his penis as Chuck's lips surrounded his glans. He looked down and Chuck looked up. The old man removed his lips and swirled his tongue around the head. "How does that feel?" He laughed. "Don't answer; just enjoy." He wrapped his lips around Stephen's penis again and drew it all the way into his mouth. Stephen was afraid he might faint it felt so good. His legs shivered. Chuck sucked on the head, but his hand stroked the shaft with firm, rapid movements. The hand fondling his testicles inched back until he once again probed Stephen's anus. As soon as his finger pushed passed Stephen's clinched sphincter muscle, the young man's whole body shivered. He didn't see it coming. It felt like every cell in his body fired a bolt of electricity at the same time down to his groin. His hands flew up to the sides of Chuck's head. His hips jerked, and his balls receded up into his groin. Spurt after spurt of semen erupted out of him with a volcanic force, filling Chuck's mouth. Chuck's head bobbed up and down. His finger pushed deep into Stephen's anus and his hand continued to stroke until every drop of semen and sperm was milked into his mouth. Stephen cradled the old man's head against his abdomen. His body continued to twitch and quiver with after shocks. Each time Stephen twitched, Chuck giggled, but finally the old man pulled his mouth off of Stephen's penis. He smacked his lips and rolled some of the semen around on his tongue savoring the flavor, deciding where Stephen would live. "Let me see, salty? Yes. Hum, and a trace of musk. Delicious; I adore the taste of all my boys, but you definitely belong in the north wing." He continued to smack his lips and swallow with a grin. "Tasty, mighty tasty. I always love the first taste of a new lad." He leaned in once more and ran his tongue across the opening of Stephen's penis licking away the last drops that seeped out. Chuck leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and rolled his tongue around in his mouth, smacking his lips. "Now, dearest Stephen, I don't expect fallacio on the first day, so you can watch it done masterfully by someone else." Chuck rang a small bell on the side table next to his chair and the door opened immediately. A young man, not as tall as Stephen, entered through a side door. "Hi," he said with a big, friendly grin. "I'm Michael." He held out his hand and they shook. Stephen introduced himself, and felt a little uncomfortable without his clothes. Michael's eyes looked over Stephen's semi-hard penis. When their gaze met again, Michael raised his eye brows a couple of times and winked. "What wing are you going to be living in?" Stephen shifted from foot to foot and cleared his throat. "North, I guess." "Yummy," said Michael. "Salty with a trace of musk, right Chuck?" "Yes indeed. Dearest Michael is in the west wing. He has the sweetest tasting semen in our little colony. Show Stephen your mighty dagger." Chuck laughed, and the blond young man unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his penis. It was fully erect and as big as Chucks, but much fatter. "I got hard watching Chuck conduct his taste test. Now I'll show how it's done. It won't be as graphic, of course when you're having sex with a true lover, not that I don't love Chuck mind you." Michael smiled at Chuck and kneeled between his legs. Chuck patted him on the head. "But I'll show you how it's done." "Kneel down next to us," Chuck said, and Stephen knelt on the carpet where he could get a clear view. Chuck closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair. "I'm all yours dear sweet Michael." "Okay," Michael said. His erect cock still stuck out through his fly. "Start with the inside of the thighs. First caress your lover with your finger tips. Touch him in the same way you want to be touched." He softly slid his fingers from Chuck's knees up the inside of his thighs. His legs twitched slightly, and the old man giggled. "The secret to great sex," the old man interjected," is to concentrate all your attention on your lover. Your job is to satisfy him. Never put your own sexual needs first. If you have a good lover, he'll take care of you too. Pardon my interruption, Michael. I so need some relief." "No need to apologize, sir. You are absolutely right. I felt confused and a little lost when I got her eight months ago, but now I love to pleasure my sexual partners." He took Chuck's testicles in one hand and began to fondle them. He looked at Stephen. "The first night I came here, I was a virgin. When Chuck sucked my cock...oh God...I was so glad I was here. It's been heavenly ever since." Michael began to lightly trace his fingers up and down Chuck's cock. Chuck groaned. "I think Stephen will have plenty of time to learn everything we can teach about love, dear Michael. I desperately need to ejaculate. Would you mind terribly." Prep School Ch. 01 "Of course, Chuck." He said one last thing to Stephen. "If Chuck were being placed in one of the wings, he'd be in with the southerners. He's a salty old dog." Chuck started laughing and patted Michael's cheek. Michael pushed Chuck's penis up against his belly and lowered his face into the old man's crotch. Stephen leaned in and watched. He swirled his tongue around Chuck's balls, sucking them gently into his mouth as one finger tip lightly rubbed the underside of his swollen penis. Stephen's cock began to stir again. As Michael dragged his tongue up the underside of the large penis, he made sounds of delighted enjoyment. Chuck softly moaned. Stephen watched, his mouth hung open as his breathing became heavier and his penis became fully hard. He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked it. Chuck's hand fell from the arm of the chair and touched Stephen. "Don't masturbate," he said breathlessly. "Just watch." When Michael's mouth surrounded Chuck's glans and took it into the warm, wet interior, all three moaned. Stephen wanted to masturbate so badly, but he kept his hands away from his aching penis. "Caress Michael's head," Chuck managed to groan out barely audible. Stephen was glad to do something with his hands. With his face in close to see every fascinating move of the blow job, he ran his fingers through Michael's hair. Michael dropped his free hand down, groped for Stephens groin area and continued to suck Chuck's cock. When his fingers brushed Stephen's erection, Stephen whimpered slightly. Michael wrapped his hand around the other young man's cock and gently stroked it with the same rhythm his mouth made on Chuck's incredibly hard penis. "No more solo masturbation," Chuck whispered. His breath had almost become a pant. "From now on, for the next year at least, you only have loving sex with a partner." Stephen was okay with that. Michael's stroking hand felt divine. Watching the fallacio up close was terribly exciting, and Stephen knew he was going to cum again very soon. With out thinking about it, he lowered one hand and reached under Michael wrapping his fingers around the other young man's huge cock. Michael groaned. His mouth rose and fell up and down Chuck's shaft, his hand stroked Stephen's cock and his hips jerked slightly as he humped Stephen's hand. Taking his cue from the breathing and sounds Chuck was making, Michael used his hands to increase the speed of his stroke on the shaft of both men while he sucked Chuck's glans swirling his tongue around the velvety surface. Stephen matched the speed with his masturbatory strokes on Michael's ridged penis. "Oh my God," Stephen mumbled. "Yes, it is divine," Chuck whispered. Michael grunted, bobbed his head quickly dragging his lips and tongue over the head of Chuck's penis. His hand, aided with the dribble of saliva, stroked Chuck faster and faster. He pulled his mouth off Chuck's cock, but continued stroking it the full length from glans to the base of the shaft. "Fuck my hand, Steve," he grunted out and returned his wet, warm mouth to Chuck's cock, ready to receive the old man's semen. Stephen gripped the arm of the chair and humped Michael's hand. The two young men made eye contact, and Michael winked. Stephen smiled. It was the best feeling he'd ever had, bar none, and he felt his climax rushing into the center of his body. He stroked Michael' cock as fast as he could. Chuck began to moan. He placed a hand on both their heads in a loving caress. Michael climaxed first. Stephen felt his cock swell in his hand, and the young man's hips began to twitch spasmodically. He grunted each time the semen erupted out of him spilling onto the carpet. Without any premeditation, Stephen leaned closer and kissed the side of Michael's face. It only made Michael shudder and groan all the more. That's when Chuck made a garbled, throaty sound and ejaculated in Michael's mouth. His hips jerk in the chair, and he put both hands on Michael's head as he pumped spurt after spurt of semen down the lad's throat. Michael's hand, wrapped firmly around Stephen's uncut cock, stroked with an intensity that brought the new boy along with them. He almost screamed as his cum shot all over the carpet mixing in with the puddles left by Michael. Over a period of several minutes, the masturbation and fallacio finally slowed to a stop, but they all remained as they were; two cocks in hand and wet with cum, and one mouth still holding a penis that oozed with semen. Michael continued to suck it out, roll it around on his tongue. He rubbed his thumb over the end of Stephen's cock lovingly smearing the semen around on the glans. Stephen's hand was drenched in Michael's cum, and he continued to rub it over the length of the softening shaft. Michael pulled his mouth slowly off Chuck's penis. He licked the head several times, pooling the semen in the center of his tongue. He turned to Stephen and kissed him before the new young man could react. He swirled his tongue into Stephen's mouth. "See, a salty dog." Michael and Chuck laughed. "I love the taste of cum. What do you think?" Stephen returned the kiss, probed Michael's mouth with his tongue and savored the flavor of Chuck's semen that Michael had saved just for this moment. "Interesting; and you're sweet?" "Oh ya. I'll let you find out some day." "Now, now, lads," Chuck interjected. "You know the rules, Michael. No sex across wings until you pass the first semester finals. Dearest Stephen, you'll be restricted to the lads of the north wing." Stephen let go of Michael's cock, raised his hand up defiantly and licked Michael's semen off his fingers. "Wow," he said. "It is sweet." Michael raised his hand and tasted Stephen's juices that coated his fingers. He smiled. "A nice compliment to Chuck's flavor." He stood up and stuffed his cock back into his trousers. "Good night, sir. Thank you for choosing me to be with you tonight." "The pleasure was mine, dearest Michael. You've become a master at fallacio." "And thanks to you, Stevarino," Michael said with a wink. "Great hand job and tasty cum." Stephen smiled and nodded as Michael departed the room. This was going to be okay. His parents did the right think. "Now, dear Stephen Talbot, let me show the north wing. I'm sure the other lads are eager to meet you. Let me warn you in advance, they'll have a little initiation waiting for you. I hope you still have some juice in you." Chuck laughed, stood up securing his trousers, removed a small hand towel from the arm of the chair and handed it to Stephen. "Wipe the semen up, would you?" Stephen did as Chuck asked. The smell of their cum all over the floor was strong and it started to turn Stephen on again. He stood up and gathered his clothes. "You don't need those," Chuck said. He went to a closet and removed a fleece robe. "Where this for tonight. Tomorrow, we'll outfit you with a school uniform." Stephen slipped the robe around his shoulder. It was soft and warm. "Come along, dear. You have twelve other young men to meet and bond with. Maybe you learned something tonight that will make the remainder of your evening quite interesting." In a penthouse suite over looking Central Park. "You're sure about this?" Carl asked pacing the floor of this living room while he talked on his cell phone. "I am sick of the dating scene. There just isn't any great guys out there. I'm exhausted, bored and fed up all at together." "I'm telling you, man," his friend on the other end of the conversation said. "If I hadn't got lucky with Johnnie, I'd be up at the Prep School. I've talked with three guys who found matches there. They couldn't be happier. They teach those young guys how take care of you. I don't just mean sexually. They learn how to be a good companion, friend, lover, help mate. They come out a complete package. It isn't cheap, but well worth the bucks and guaranteed. You really should give them a call." "Alright, but I hope you know what you're talking about." "You want to be alone the rest of your life? Take down this number." Carl wrote down the number of the Smith Prep School and programmed it into his phone. He punched the call button and looked out at the magnificent view of Central Park and the Manhattan skyline. "Good afternoon, Smith Prep School. Charles Smith speaking. How may I help you?" "Ah, yes, hi. My name is..." Giving his name out was a big commitment. What if they started harassing him with incessant phone calls? "...my name is Carl Feldman. You were recommended by a friend. I was hoping I could visit your school." "Are you looking for a life partner, Mister Feldman?" "Yes, I guess I am." "That's all we offer, dear sir. You'll find only young men here who have been schooled in the fine art of being a mate. If you are looking for someone to spend your life with, someone who's been trained to satisfy all your needs from erotica to the simple things of life, then you would be welcome. Our boys are not male prostitutes." "Ah...that sounds perfect, Mister Smith. When can I come up?" "We have a mixer at the end of the month. It's an informal party, if you will. It does have rules, of course, but you'll have a chance to meet the lads who will be ready for matriculation." After they disconnected, Carl wrote down the directions, programmed the date into his phone's calendar and took a deep breath. God he was horny. Just the thought of finding someone to share his life with made him very excited. Sex was on his mind a lot, but that was something he could get anywhere and any time in this town. He wanted sex, for sure, but he wanted the perfect lover more than anything. He wanted, no he ached, for someone he could laugh with, talk to who listened and engaged him with intelligent conversation. He desperately needed someone he could hold at the end of the day and make sweet love to; someone who was beautiful inside and out. He knew it was a crazy dream, but that was what he wanted. He sat down on the long sofa that faced the plasma television and the huge fireplace. As he thought about the possibility of meeting someone, his cock began to grow under his silk robe. He untied the silk belt, opened the robe and took his achy member in his hand. "Please, God, don't let this be a wild goose chase." He mumbled his prayer as his hand slowly stroked his cock. He had everything he ever wanted; a successful business, obscene amounts of money, a beautiful home and a couple of great friends. He had everything except a life partner. He had an imaginary lover he fantasized about when he masturbated. Sometimes he had the fantasy even when he was having sex with someone who didn't really light his fire. With his eyes closed, he pictured his faceless perfect lover. He always appeared faceless because his face was buried in his lap, his lips were circled around his long cock and his dark haired head bobbed up and down. Carl stroked his cock lost in the dream. He spread his legs and fondled his shaved balls as he masturbated. "That's it. You suck my cock so good," he whispered to his fantasy lover. "I love how you suck on me." He stroked faster and faster. His orgasm crept up on him, and he could almost feel his phantom lover's hair brushing against his skin. His one hand was his lover's mouth; the other hand was his lover's hand caressing his balls. He groaned loudly when his flat, hard belly started twitching and a wave of pleasure washed over his torso. As the semen shot out of his cock flying up on his hairless chest, he mumbled, "I love you." He squirted his pearl white semen over and over coating his chest, belly and hand. When he opened his eyes and looked at the trail of cum from his chest to his cock that still dribbled and oozed out and down his fingers, he whispered another prayer. "God, please help me find my soul mate." He rubbed the slippery semen around on his cock, down over his balls and imagined his soul mate ready to fill his own mouth and stomach with delicious cum. He fell asleep sitting on the sofa, cock in hand and coated in semen dreaming of a faceless lover who fit his life like a piece of a puzzle.