2 comments/ 19649 views/ 2 favorites Varying Extremes Ch. 01 By: KyleRockafella Episode One Hi. I'm Sean Reily. The last few weeks have been pretty hectic for me and it doesn't seem to be ending. It was just last Tuesday when I started packing up my room, sealing almost nineteen years of my life away in boxes. It was my dad and older brother who helped me move everything to a storage unit just outside of Pleasant Lake. My mom had assured me that I'd be welcome to come back anytime, but the way she put emphasis on the words, I knew she was happy to have a house void of dependencies. I was nervous--very nervous but I was anxious to leave as well. Now, here I am parked outside of Lakeside University, where I've been sitting for ten minutes. I've read and re-read these directions eight times but my mind is elsewhere. All I can think about is how I need to make a new life for myself now, new friends, new habits, new experience, new everyth---TAP! "Hey bro, you okay in there? You sick or somethin'?" A guy about my age was tapping on my window. At first I wasn't sure if I was still day dreaming, then I snapped out of my trance. I finally opened my door and exited my vehicle. "Umm yeah, I'm fine thank you. I was just trying to figure out how to get to the Pine Building" I lifted the paper I was holding, "These directions are really confusing, I have to meet with my counselor by two this afternoon and I still have to unpack, not knowing where my room is can make that pretty difficult---" The guy laughed. "Okay, just take a breather for a minute, dude. Ummm...I think this girl told me yesterday that the Pine Building is behind the Wicker Building...and we are practically in front of the wicker building...here I'll show you." "Yesterday? So you're a Freshman too?" I asked. "Yeah, I got here on Sunday but I really hadn't left my room until yesterday...things are too confusing...I may have never found my way back if that girl hadn't come!" He laughed. I was finally beginning to relax, maybe I'd last through these four years after all. Jason seemed really friendly. He has a sensitive smile, with a mouth full of pearly white teeth. The brightness complemented his light brown eyes. His hair was a nice sandy beach blond. He kind of had a face like one of those A&F type models but less boyish. His body was very big and long, standing at about 6'2". Big chest, big legs, big arms, but he didn't give off any domineering vibes. He seemed like he was very caring inside. Some have used the term "teddy bear". I didn't feel an urge to try to impress him with intelligence on sports or anything else, and he didn't act like he needed me to. This was the type of guy I'd been friends with back in high school. It turned out that the Pine Building was only about an eight minute walk from where I had parked. Jason, who he finally introduced himself as, participated in friendly conversation during our walk. He said he lived somewhere just outside of Hartford, not far from my home town. He said he had even played against my High School's team before. He was here on a Football scholarship. His mom had past away when he was just nine years old and he had lived with his father and his two older brothers. Jason's dorm room was in the Oak Building, it was diagonally across from my building, maybe about a five minute walk if you went through the wood path. We trekked back and fourth from my car to the room and back again, until all my belonging were secured in my new home. Jason asked me if I wanted to hangout at his place for a while a little later. He had virtually fallen into my lap just when I thought everything was gonna be miserable, I was not about to let possibly the only companion I might have slip away too quickly--I said I'd love to hangout with him! He told me he'd pick me up at my room after I fulfilled all my student obligations with my counselor and such. At about 4:30, Jason showed up to accompany me to his room. As I had previously anticipated, it took us about five minutes to arrive at Jason's room. It was a nice place. The decor was a the living depiction of a third graders art work, but yet it all fit together somehow. Masculinity seeped from the ceiling. There were posters of girls in bikinis and sports athletes everywhere, he had a 49ers football-shaped throw rug on the floor, a signed basketball on one of the end tables and three shelves that hung over the television housed about thirty sports trophies. He was definitely living up to the whole jock stereotype. He walked into his small kitchen area and got some drinks out of the fridge, then returned rambling.... "The RA said most Freshman won't be arriving until the middle of next week. I like to have first pick of everything so I came early...I also wanted to get acquainted with everythin', you know? So I know where to go and how to get there. Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors aren't required to arrive for two weeks. My room mate probably won't get here until Saturday, they said he's coming from Arizona or somewhere out west...by car...so I was thinking since you don't know anyone--" "You want me to stay here?" I hoped I didn't sound as unreceptive aloud as I did in my head. "Well...you don't have to, I figure it'll be easier, make you more comfortable or whatever?" He replied, "Some company would be nice too." I noticed that he had been here almost three days already and must have been pretty bored with barely any people being here. "No...I don't care, I'll stay...this is actually a relief. I was dreading the walk back to my room through the woods alone---it's gettin' dark out there!" We both laughed. "Well check out the fridge, man. There's enough drinks for a whole week!" Normally I would have withheld from drinking, it was something I rarely did. But tonight I needed to open up...I needed to be loose and open to some new habits. Why not have fun while I can, certainly when school starts there won't be many opportunities for social get-togethers. I got up an walked to the mock kitchen, as I did, I heard Jason turn on the TV. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We had each gone through about ten or so beers by the time 9 o'clock rolled around. Jason explained that there were virtually no students on campus yet, he could slip under the "No Alcohol" radar with no problem at all--who was gonna inspect empty Freshman rooms?! He must have been really confident in his theory too, because his whole refrigerator was filled with booze. By the time midnight hit we were officially drunk off our asses. Jason was slurring words like you wouldn't believe and I was making nonsense jokes to keep up the mood. We had just met each other today, but it seemed like we had been friends for ten years or more. I no longer felt any amount of nervousness about this next chapter in my life, everything was gonna be fine. Jason turned the TV to Box Office Cinema, I guess around this time they show the porn type shows. The moment he turned, we saw some brunette chick getting fucked hardcore by two guys. A blonde dude was fucking her in her ass, while the other dude was jamming it to her pussy. Then the blond pulled it out and started fucking her mouth. I looked over to Jason, there was a reddish coloring to his face and a thin layer of perspiration covering his now shirtless chest. He must have sensed I was looking at him because he turned to me and said "This is hot, right?" I shook my head and he went back to watching the TV. It was getting more kinky by the minute, the blonde guy put his legs over his head and demanded for the chick to eat his asshole she quickly obliged, though she seemed apprehensive. All the sudden Jason turned to me with a smirk and said "Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to". Confused, I just nodded back. As the girl ate the blond guy's ass the other dude was fucking the chick in her ass. By this time I had a noticeable bulge in my dirty denim jeans. I looked over at Jason's crotch; he was sportin' a woody as well. Once again he felt me staring, he looked at me smiled then looked down at his own crotch and said "I think we should relieve some stress, huh?..." With that he pulled down his sweat pants and his trunk-cut boxer-briefs. His cock was standing straight...and very tall. It looked about 9 inches and it had a good girth to it. I was almost mesmerized by the sight of his cock. Something about it--it's shape, it's size...something made me stare at it. Jason started jacking off. Slowly pulling his hand down his shaft. pausing to play with his balls, then slowly moving back up the shaft to the head. I was heavily concentrated on his technique, so concentrated in fact, that I didn't realize I had moved my head closer to him. It wasn't until Jason smiled coyly and said "You can touch it if you want, man..." that I noticed my face was now dangling only about a foot away from his lap, while I watched him masturbate. A bit startled, I broke out of my daze. "Oh...no, sorry it's just that I've never seen another guy jerk off before...it's kinda different watchin' how it looks from this angle!" Jason just chuckled. I returned my attention to the television. Now, the girl was on all fours with both guys dicks in her twat, they eventually pulled out and started to jack off until they came on her back and ass. The scene faded to black then flashing neon pink letter flew across the screen that read "Natural Seduction". In this scene, about six men were seated in a bar atmosphere, they were all laughing and getting really trashed. I could definitely relate at the moment. As the camera was panning around the bar, I noticed one particular thing-- I there were no girls. Before I had a chance to fully assess the scene, Jason placed his hand on my shoulder and said "Bro, take off your pants...it's just us here..." I wasn't really sure about being naked in front of some guy I just met. It was something that I had never done previously, aside from in locker rooms, but he had a point, he was putting himself out there for me, which had to take some level of trust. I closed my eyes and kept thinking "new habits, new experiences." I guess my contemplations was taking to long for Jason. I felt his hand on my fly as I opened my eyes. "Let's go bro, live a little...we're cool..." he smiled, "don't go pussy on me!" He had unbuttoned my jeans and was attempting to pull them off of me, I took over for him and I went It wasn't long before my 8 incher sprung up from it's constraints. I felt a little inadequate compared to his elephant dick but he help to make me more comfortable. "Well, I don't know why you were tryin' to hide that thing, dude!" He laughed really loudly. Embarrassed I responded, "Thanks...it's nothing compared to you though..." "Sometimes it's better not to be too big...I've scared people off on a few occasions. Sometimes it's more intriguing to look at then have inside of you! Maybe that's why I'm single. haha" I didn't respond to his statement, instead we went back to watching the show. It was obvious that there weren't going to be any girls in this scene. In the short time that it took to take my pants and underwear off, two guys on the TV had gotten naked and were rubbing up against each other and kissing, while five other guys watched and stroked their cocks. My cock lost some of it's hardness. I looked over to Jason, assuming that he was gonna change the channel, but to my surprise he was still jacking off. Now I was feeling a bit uncomfortable--very uncomfortable. Fuck new experiences....I needed out! "I think I'm gonna get to sleep...I'm feeling really tired for some reason..." I said as I pulled my pants back to my waist and attempted to make my exit. "Okay dude, you can take the lower bunk if you want. I have an extra pillow in the closet." He hollered as I was already in the bed room. "Umm, okay. Thanks" I quickly said as I closed the door to just a small crack. The money spent on this college was well spent. The dorms were so spacious-- that of a small one-bedroom apartment. The bedroom displayed the same athletic artistry. There were more posters, a dart board on one wall and a stack of Sports Weekly magazines sitting on the a smaller version of a pinball machine next to the bed. There were to triangle-shaped flags displaying the words "Go Lions" and "Hartford High" tacked above the window behind where the bunk bed was positioned. At this time, all I could see outside was darkness. This scared me a little, (I've never been one for the dark) so I made sure to close the NFL curtains the best I could. I'd sleep on the top bunk, God only knows what Jason had done below in just the short time he had been here, if his display out on the couch was any depiction, I didn't want to take any chances. I stripped down to my boxers, threw my shirt and jeans on a pile on the floor, grabbed that pillow from the closet and then quickly climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers. I was drifting off to sleep no more than ten minutes later. Though I had simply been trying to elude the situation going on just outside the door, I was also pretty damn tired. I had gotten up at about four in the morning to weather the hour and a half drive from Connecticut. I had been up ever since. After approximately twenty minutes passed, I fell into a dreamless sleep to the distant sounds of "Natural Seduction". I was so deep in slumber, that I almost slept through the uncanny feeling of a tongue on my cock. I brushed off this, apparent mental illusion, until I felt a mouth going all the way down my shaft to my balls. There was no denying it, someone was deep-throating my now, rock hard dick. I was now fully awake, but I wasn't gonna let my company know this. I opened my eyes slightly, looking around to see if I was still in Jason's apartment. I was. I could tell that it had to be about 5:30 or so in the morning cause the sun was scarcely lighting the room. I came to the conclusion that Jason must have gotten piss drunk and decided to give me a blowjob. I had heard stories of this kind of thing happening at party back in high school. This had to be the explanation, because Jason definitely wasn't the "gay" type. Regardless of why it was happening--it was happening. And though, naturally I was loving having him suck on my cock, I knew I had to stop it. He'd thank me one day. Hopefully if he was lucky, he'd forget the whole experience ever went on, I could only imagine his embarrassment. I made small movement, that I figured any sleeping person would, in an attempt to get a better glimpse at what was happening in my nether region. Yes, Jason was certainly the culprit, but as I watched him, I could tell that he seemed to be completely sober. It wasn't what I thought at all, Jason was deliberately trying to have sex with me. I began to understand why my friends often times called me naive. I immediately closed my eyes, afraid he'd notice me watching. I had to stop this. How could I stop this? I was trying to think, but other thoughts were clouding my mind. Damn this feels good. No girl ever gave me head this awesomely. Maybe I don't want it to stop, I'm gonna cum soon enough, I could let him continue and simply act like I don't remember a thing happening when I wake up. Before I had a chance to fully sway myself either direction. I felt Jason climb onto the bed with me. He continued sucking my dick, he had slid the bottom half of the blanket off my feet up my legs to my stomach. While his mouth was eagerly working on my cock, he left hand was caressing my nuts and his right was rubbing up my belly and chest. I was absolutely gonna let him finish! He continued sucking me off for a good ten minutes and then he slid up on top of me. As his legs positioned themselves in between mine, it was apparent that he was fully naked. I was panicked now, what was he doing? He started grinding his dick into mine. It burned a little, but it was intriguing. He began kissing me, but my mouth defied opening, still keeping up with my pretense of being asleep, nor did I want him to try and French kiss me. he then made his way down to my neck, then to my nipples, which he sucked as if he could get milk from them and then continued down to my stomach back to my cock. He sucked it again for a short time, deep-throating it like it was nothing special, and then he lifted my legs, confusing the hell out of me. He tongued his way down to my balls. Then he shocked me by sticking his tongue on my asshole. He began pulling my butt cheeks apart to get better access to my hole. He then went to full battle with my rectal wall. He eventually was able to get his tongue inside my hole. This was a feeling I had never felt before, it was sort of like that small sensation you get when you take a shit, just as it releases itself, except it was multiplied to the one-hundredth. However, it was making me feel uncomfortable, I wanted him to stop, but I kept up the pretense. He then started to rub his index finger around my hole repeatedly it tickled-- it was an exhilarating feeling. Then, without much warning, Jason jammed it all the way in my ass. I couldn't play along anymore, this would have pushed even the most tired of hibernating bears to the highest state of alertness. I shot up, and pulled myself into a somewhat fetal ball with the blanket wrapped around me. I guess Jason didn't see the distain on my face because he smiled at me somewhat seductively and then move into my face and try to kiss me. I pushed him off. "I think I should leave now..." I gave him a look of utter disgust. I jumped off the bed and started stumbling to get my pants on. I grabbed my shirt and started maneuvering to get my sneakers on. "Sean...Sean, come on you know I'm just drunk dude. I'm sorry, okay?" His attempt at an apology. "You and I both know damn well, that you aren't drunk Jason! You aren't even fuckin' close to buzzed!" I could have started crying right there. I felt so guilty for allowing him to go as far as he did. I felt guilty for liking some of it. I feel like a cheap prostitute. "Is this how people make friends here?!" I started to leave. "Sean!...come on...it's not like that...its not like I wanted to do this, you have to know that! Come back here Sean..." The sympathetic tone had left his voice, now all I could hear was anger. "Don't say anything about this to anyone, okay Sean, not a word to anyone....Sean!?" Those were the last words that were audible as I closed the door behind me. I was so angry at Jason, but more so at myself. What was I thinking?! First day here and already I was in strange situations. I was feeling so many different emotions that it was blurring my vision, which can explain why I was startled when I saw a female figure step into my path. "What were you doing in there?!" Asked this chick. She was noticeably agitated. "I was just visiting with a friend" I lied. I was trying to read this girl, but there was almost nothing to her. This was not the best time for a social experience. What did she want? I noticed she had a clipboard tucked under her arm and a name plate on the left breast of her jacket that read "T. Murray", the last name looked familiar. I returned my attention to her eyes. It was obvious that she wasn't satisfied with my response as she contorted her face into that of a crazed serial killer you'd see in movies. "Do you think I'm stupid!" She raised her voice, "Do you think I don't know what you bitchy little fags do to unexpecting attractive guys?!" She was screaming now. "I saw you in there okay, so cut your shit. Just for future reference, next time you decide to try and lead someone's boyfriend down your sick little path, close the curtains!..." My mind was racing...close the curtains, I distinctly remember closing those curtains. Was I more drunk than I thought last night? What difference did it matter? Why was this fucking bitch spying on me? Varying Extremes Ch. 01 "Who the fuck are you to be lookin' through people's windows?" I countered, directing some of my very present anger at Jason towards this stranger. "I can do whatever I feel is necessary to maintain order and procedure around here. I'm an assistant RA! And I see you're now admitting to seducing my boyfriend!" That's why the name was familiar. Blessed (or cursed!) with a very keen, somewhat photographic memory, I clearly remembered reading "Tina Murray" in the student handbook under class officers. Not only was she an assistant RA, this Sophomore freak was also assistant class advisor, president of something called the "Neigh-Sayers's Club" and a member of the International Honor Society, as I recalled. There was still something in her previous statement that confused me. "Jason doesn't have a girlfriend, are you fucking psychotic?!" I remembered enough from last night to know that he had made it clear that he was single. This chick was obviously lacking in the area of sanity. And me seduce him?! She must be really fucked in the head. "Psychotic?! Haha....you think I'm crazy? You'll see just how 'psychotic' things can get around here if you wanna can of worms with me" She made sure to emphasize the word "psychotic" by using air quotes. Who in this day and age used the phrase "can of worms"? Her antics were oddly increasing my spirits. I chuckled under my breath, there was something clinically wrong with this bitch if she was serious. She continued, "I'll be damned if I'm gonna stand by and let someone come between ...." she paused as if thinking of what to say then went on "...between me and Jason, especially some uppity little faggot!" Mocking her, I said, "Well crazy lady, your 'boyfriend' was the one who was sucking my cock, so I think that makes him the fag doesn't it!" Her mouth dropped betraying her amazement at my comment, then she smacked me hard in the face. "You'll be very sorry you ever stepped foot in that apartment when I'm done with you! I'm not a person to mess with Mr. Reily?!" She snorted as she looked down at her clipboard to retrieve my last name. "Stay away from Jason, I don't want you to have anything to do with him...and believe me he doesn't want anything to do with you anyway!" The way she said that last part made me very annoyed. Jason obviously wanted me, it was the other way around in that department. Her continued attack on my ego was making me want to have sex with Jason, just to spite her! I wouldn't allow her to belittle me. "Oh....well my damp asshole is telling me otherwise! Can you jus' get the fuck outta my face, deranged woman!...I'm a little tired and really pissed and I honestly don't wanna have to hit a girl!" Once again, she gasped at my statement and started to speak, "You're so sorry...haha...well...you will be!" She had a ghoulish look in her eyes and scheming grimace to her face. I was no longer interested in hearing what this unbalanced, asylum escapee had to say. I half-pushed her out of my path as she began to back up and started toward my room. When I was a significant distant from her, I heard her yell to me "You'll be sorry!" I began to walk faster to my room. When I arrived there I made sure to double luck my doors. I had never been happy to be anyplace in my entire life. I figured I'd make a pressing suggestion to the head RAs to remove Tina from her duty....due the unfortunate fact that she's unhinged, unstable, neurotic, or just plain loony! Aside from the fact that she is absolutely abusing her powers. As I laid down in my own bed for the first time, I was content in knowing that everything would be better when I woke up. I guess I could forgive Jason, maybe he was sincerely sorry, or maybe he was drunk. Everything was going to be fine. I drifted back off to sleep trying to convince myself that things would start looking up as more people arrived. I fell asleep as quickly as I had hoped, attempting to get away from today's most recent events. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was awakened roughly five and a half hours later. My clock blinked "10:53". There was a loud, obnoxious knocking at my front door. Who the fuck was it!? I sauntered out of bed, less alert than I figured I should be and peeked through my peep hole. There was an extremely large guy, dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt towering over my doorway. The shirt had letters on it in a weird font that read "NSC" and he had on a blue beanie hat with the letter 'K' on it. He was built sort of like Jason...except a little bit bigger. He had that "club bouncer" kind of look to his body. I was somewhat apprehensive about opening the door. But figured maybe it was my roommate, maybe he didn't have his key. I open the door slowly and say "Hey." Before I had a chance to say anything else, the guy had forced his way into the room, grabbed me and firmly but not roughly, was moving me towards the couch. He sat me down. I was speechless, I was scared, I was surprised-- for the third time in the last twelve hours...my head was spinning, I felt so stupid and so helpless. I was getting dizzy just being angry at myself for getting into these situations. "We need to talk..." Was all I remember the intruder saying before I fainted. TO BE CONTINUED.... Varying Extremes Ch. 02 Episode Two I had just put a frozen dinner in the oven and I was sitting at my computer, surfing through random websites. I came across I hot little porn page; this chick on there had the biggest fucking tits a man could ask for. I started surfing through the various pictures and I was getting hard as hell. In one image, a muscular white dude and a black guy, with huge cocks were ramming a cute brunette from both ends. She took it like a pro, though! My dick was starting to strain badly in my trunks. My underwear weren't that tight, but I do have a pretty big cock (they tell me!) I was just about to get down and dirty with little Mr. Neamo, when I was interrupted! KNOCK...KNOCK! Why the hell is it that someone is always knocking at my door? Without any warning, the visitor just barged in the door. I had forgotten to lock it yet again. As I turned around, my anxiety diminished. It was my roommate, Paul. From his facial expression, I could tell that he wasn't at all interested or freaked out by seeing me with my dick in my hand(he's walked in on similar situations before.) "Hey Tom-Tom! You wanna put that away and help me with somethin'?" Paul said coyly, he knew I hated that nickname. "Oh fuck you! Why the hell did you knock man?" "Well, I was hopin' you'd open the door and give me a hand with these boxes..." He motioned towards the door with a nod, "I don't know if I want that hand though; apparently you were busy with Lil' Nelson--" "Mr. Neamo." I corrected and laughed. I pulled my shorts on and stood up. I still had a pretty big hard-on; it wasn't going down. I sauntered to the hallway to see exactly what I was assisting with. Paul had already begun to bring a few boxes in. There were about four others just like still sitting in the hall. I grabbed three and Paul came back for the final box. They were big file boxes, like the kind one might keep important papers in for storage. When we had moved them all to the bottom of Paul's closet, he stared at them a minute as if he were thinking about what they were for. I was curious, just what the fuck was all this junk? "What's in the boxes, Petey?" I asked. Paul's last name was DeLuca. People had developed a nickname for him combining his first and last initials, "P.D." Over the years, it had evolved into Petey, because of the similarity in the sound. Paul didn't give me an answer. He threw me a look of distain, as if to tell me he was disappointed by my question somehow. "I guess I'm playing secretary for Miss Special..." I knew exactly whom he was referring to. Just thinking about her, finally withered my semi-erection. Tina Murray, one of the assistant RAs of the dorms, drops by our rooms every now and then. When she comes, Paul always seems uneasy. I didn't really understand the dynamics of their relationship (nor would he discuss it with me). Originally I had assumed she was Paul's girlfriend, but he denied that and gave me the impression that he extremely disliked her. She had asked Paul to store things in our apartment many time. She said it was because we lived off-campus, and she didn't like the nosey students at the university to know her private business. She was a very shady and suspicious person. I remember one incident when Tina had come by. She was acting like she had had the worse day possible. She was overly annoyed at something, but when I asked if she wanted to "let out some steam", she just rolled her eyes and asked me to get Paul. Even though his room was only about twenty steps from the living room, Tina always asked me to retrieve him. I remember that they had gone into his room. Hushed chatter could scarcely be heard. After about fifteen minutes, the both finally emerged. Tina strangely let on that she was much happier, however Paul looked pissed as all hell. I was really curious as to exactly what their relationship was. "Why do you do all this stuff for her?" I had asked this many times before, I assumed, as with every other time, he wouldn't tell me anything, but I hoped for a possible change. It soon became apparent, that he wasn't gonna give me the change I wanted. His eyes became really big and he started to scream. "I told you I can't talk about it Tom...I told you!" His face had turned red but his emotion changed from anger to vulnerbility. He collapsed on the couch, face in hands, and started to tear. "Why the fuck do you do this to me?!..." He said breathlessly; he was crying. I didn't know I would make him this upset. I figured all the summer term papers and the parties had really stressed him out. He was crashing...and crashing hard! "I'm sorry P, I didn't mean to make you angry, man...I was just curious that's all...I mean, she really seems to tick you off, so I just--" Wiping his eyes, he interrupted a little more sternly, "Listen, just don't ask. I don't want you to get into any of this; it's not worth it. I just have to do it Tom, okay? I just do..." Once again his eyes were releasing tears. I stood there staring at him. I felt really bad about asking him, though I still didn't see it as a big deal. He just kept crying so finally I walked over to him lifted him on to his feet and, in an effort to show my sympathy, I gave him the biggest bear hug I could. My dad used to do the same for me when I was younger. He responded by hugging me back. We released our embrace and I looked in to his eyes. Trying to give a sincere expression, I said softly, "Dude...I'm sorry...okay?" He stared at me and gave me a half-smile. We stood there staring at each other for, what seemed like, ten minutes, but in reality was only a short passing. This was an awkward moment for me...very awkward. He finally broke the silence and said with a sheepish smile, "Okay...I forgive you..." Then he hugged me again. This time, it seemed different, and it was much longer. He loosened his grip and I felt his hands slowly moving down to the small of my back...and then he clenched on to me again, this time cupping my ass. The whole time, he never broke our eye contact. He smiled on last time before he moved closer to my face and quickly put his lips against mine. I kinda felt like I should stop him, but in many other ways, I felt that I had made him do this. Also, it wasn't half as bad as I had thought I could be, previously. I started to say something, but when I opened my mouth, he took the opportunity, and stuck his tongue to the back of my throat. At first, I drew back a little, but eventually we were tongue kissing as if we did this all the time. My dick was getting hard again. I never got hard from kissing, but now I had a boner from making out-- with a guy! I guess Paul noticed it too, because he pulled me in by my ass, so our crotches were touching. I could feel the pressure in his jeans as well. He ended our kiss and looked into my eyes again. At that moment, it was almost as if I could see some kind of seductive fire burning within his pupils. His eyes looked so much different then I had ever noticed. There was something very lustful about them. Paul smiled at me and then he broke the silence for the first time since he had hugged me. "So now you've made it up to me, right?" He smiled again. Somewhat out of breath I replied, "Yeah...I guess so..." I added a short, low chuckle. Paul spoke again. "Well now I need to make something up to you...." He glanced down towards my stomach. "What do you mean? What did you do?" I asked, thoroughly confused. "Well..." He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, much like my girlfriend did when she was trying to be antagonistic and cute. He continued, "I interrupted something...just so you could help me just now, didn't I?...Well, now I think it's only fair to repay you for your services!" "What did you have in mind?" I asked, very interested at this point. "Well I was thinking..." He started to pull my shorts down, followed swiftly by my trunks. My erection sprung straight up. Paul was so close to my crotch that the head of my dick almost poked him in the eye! With my shorts and underwear at my ankles, he took his left hand and cupped my balls then he wrapped his left around my meat. "...How bout we make this thing explode...", finishing his statement, he placed his lips around the head, then started inhaling my rod. He went all the way down to my pubes, and then he started sucking like a vacuum. I've never felt something so hot! My legs were getting weak. He pulled my cock out of his mouth and pushed me onto the couch. He stood up and started to undress himself. I followed his lead, and began to take my shirt off. I had never noticed before now, what an awesome body Paul has. He is about 5'10"; he has sort of a basketball player's build with hints of tennis player. He has an oval-shaped head, commanded by a short, scraggy hair cut, that of Ethan Embry. His face houses light brown-green eyes, with amazingly thick lashes. They form a dark and seductive element his eyes and his eyebrows grow perfectly to accent the look. His mouth is something amazing. His lips are a spitting representation of Ryan Phillippe's and his teeth glow so pearly, white and perfect. His cheekbones are high and defined, leading down to his semi-cleft chin. All of these components sit nicely on his flawlessly smooth skin. I've heard many people tell him his face resembled Justin Timberlake. I, however, disagree. Justin Timberlake never looked this good. My dick was going crazy! His body only furthered the experience. His sculpted chest and chiseled stomach made me jealous. His arms were any athlete's dream. And now his empyrean biceps were assisting him to remove his pants. Though, Paul and I had seen each other nude many times in passing, I had never seen his cock fully erect. As he peeled away his Old Navy jeans, his undergarments began to show through. He completely surprised me when his pants finally fell to the floor. Unlike the underwear that I normally wore, Paul was sporting a very tight pair of black bikini briefs...string bikini briefs! The front of the briefs eloquently outlined the bulging package inside. I guess I was staring at him, awestricken, because he flashed me a perplexed smile. I giggled a little while gesturing towards his crotch with a smile. He understood my notion and placed his thumbs beneath the waistband of his underwear and--- BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!... Paul twisted around, turning towards the kitchen, giving me a perfect view of his ass. Through the fabric, his ass was giving me chills. The small of his back had two beautiful dimples on either side of his spine-- a very defined spine that lead the way down his crack. This parted his massively toned butt cheeks, which had no trouble stretching the material of his undies enough, so little was left to the imagination. I wanted to do something that even made me question whether or not I could have been straight. I started to pull myself off the couch, moving towards him-- "I think your food's done..." He said flatly. "What!?" I responded a little started. What a way to ruin the mood! "The oven...your food?" He responded suppressing a laugh. I had totally forgotten that that oven alarm had gone off! I was no longer, in any way what so ever, in the mood to eat. "Come here..." I said, somewhat commanding. He started to walk towards. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted to do to him, (or vice versa) but I had stopped caring about ten minutes ago. He was now standing with his cock inches from my face. It was about time to return the favor. I pulled his briefs down instantly, and shoved his dick in my mouth until it was way down my throat. I just sucked it the way I knew I liked it. I placed my hands on his ass and pushed him into me. Just feeling his ass made me want to shoot across the room. It felt just as good, if not better, than it looked. I continued relentlessly, sucking hard on Paul boner; his balls were bouncing into my chin. I've always loved that feeling when I was on the receiving end. I moved my fingers towards his cleft and he let out a small moan. I was really interested in his butt. I pulled my face off his rod and stood up. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards my bedroom. He smiled and said, in mock-terror, "Uh oh...!" I opened the door to my room and pulled him in front of me. Using his ass as a handle, I pushed him towards my bed. I remember all the times Paul had said he wanted on a bed just like mine. I had a King sized Tempur-Pedic mattress. I had told him numerous tales about hooking up with random chicks in the bed. The way the mattress is constructed allows you to do some wild and crazy things. A few girls had shown me positions that I'd never thought possible, before I invested in the bed. Paul had told me once, that he wanted to try it out one day. I never imagined it would be like this! I playfully threw him on; he landed face first, flat on his stomach. He glanced over his shoulder. "Oh you wanna play rough!?" He laughed. I paid scant attention to any of the words that were coming from his mouth. My concentration was elsewhere. Damn that ass was godlike. I was tired of waiting, if I didn't try this now, the opportunity would probably never arise again. I walked over, climbed on the bed and leaned over his ass. This was the first time I got a close-up look. It was divine. It was now or never. I placed my face right between his cheeks and started to lick the area right below his anus. He spread his legs farther apart, I took it as a hint. I went down a little farther and licked his balls, then slowly made my way up to his pucker, and then I stopped. His ass tasted a little salty and there were hints of some sort of soap too. The taste was nothing like I thought it would be, but the smell was delicious. It was a pungent smell of masculinity and lust. A smell that I wished I could bring everywhere with me. A defining aroma, like fingerprints unique to each and every man. A smell of the most intimate experience of male bonding. I went back down to his balls, torturing him with my tongue. I made my way back up and then I hit it. The tip of my tongue struck his asshole. I circled all around his hole. I did this for about a minute, but I wanted more. I made an attempt to get my tongue inside his hole. When it started to open, I felt Paul clench his ass. "You want me to stop?" I asked. "No...just take it slow, I've never done this, you know?" When he said this, his face showed traces of his earlier emotions. Now was not the time to start crying again, Petey! I wasn't gonna give him time for that. I went back to my rim job. After several minutes, he began to relax and I felt that he was ready to allow me access. I went back to the circular motion and then I took the tip of my tongue and flicked his hole repeatedly. I then dove in a little. My tongue was almost able to taste his insides with ease at this point. However, he still wasn't quite as loose as I wanted him. I put my middle finger in my mouth and lathered it up with spit. When I felt it to be thoroughly lubricated, I pushed it inside him as far as I could. He let out a loud moan of pleasure. "Ow!...slower dude, slower!" He half-laughed. So maybe it wasn't a moan of pleasure, who would know the difference these days?! I pulled my finger back a bit and moved it around inside him. He moaned again and said, "Much better..." to dispel any confusion. I noticed that it was becoming more difficult to maneuver inside his butt. I pulled my finger from Paul's ass and without even a conscious thought, sucked it clean. I went back to the battle with my tongue. This time I was able to get in as far as I could go. His moans became increasingly louder and I knew he was enjoying it. I continued to tongue fuck him and his inside tasted as sweet as his beautiful ass had rendered it would. I wanted to fuck him. "So...uh, you think---" I started. Interrupting, Paul replied, "Do it man...fucking do it now!" as if he had read my mind. I crawled on top of him, my painfully hard cock poking at his butt. Then I remembered he was a tight-assed, virgin guy! We need some essentials. "Umm...I think I have some lube in that drawer over there..." I motioned to the nightstand. Paul opened the drawer, retrieved the lube and tossed it over his shoulder to me. I rubbed it all over my cock, making certain it was really slippery then I squirted some on his hole. "So...how do you want to do it? I asked, trying to sound calm about the ordeal. "Doggie style, man. I want to you to fuckin' pound my ass." He responded, overzealously. Grabbing a pillow, he moved into position. I put some more lube on my cock, then moved behind him. I grabbed Paul around the waist, and put the head of my dick at his opening. I started pushed and his hole expanded more and more. I continued to push and slowly my dick started to enter him, and then when my head was about halfway in, it was like his ass sucked the rest of it in. My cock was in one of my best friend's asses and it felt great. I was popping his virgin ass. I began to slowly slide my dick in and out of him, all the way up to the head. As I started to fuck him, he clenched his butt muscles hard around my cock and moaned. "Damn, Tom-Tom...fuck like a man!" He shot out. "Fuck you!" I countered and slapped his ass. However, I took his instruction. I didn't even gradually pick up speed, I immediately started drilling him. My balls were slapping up against him and I was loving every moment of it. Every time I thrust into him, he moaned his approval. His moans soon became screams of pleasure as I continued to pound his tight ass, which only made me fuck him harder. My body was now covered in sweat as I felt my balls tighten as my cum started to make it's journey. This was going to be a huge orgasm and I didn't want it to stop for anything. Paul had other ideas. "Okay...that's hot dude! Now it's my turn." He pulled his ass off my cock and without waiting for my response, turned me around and threw me down on my back. I looked at him, confused. He pushed my knees up into my chest and grabbed the lube. While applying the lube to my nervous chute, I finally realized how he was planning on do this. "Here goes...." Was the last thing he said before pushing inside of me. I screamed hysterically. "Get it out, P...take it out! Goddamn, dude...this fucking hurts!" "I know, man...I know...just hang on though, bro. It gets better" he smiled. I was not amused. After about a minute, I realized he was correct. Paul fucked me non-stop after I had gotten used it. The only sensations I was feeling now, were his bell-shaped head hitting the underside of my prostate, and his pubes tickling the underside of my balls! This went on for another ten minutes, the only sounds being my moaning and yelping and his cock going in and out of me. "You wanna switch back?" Paul finally spoke. "No. Let's finish this way." I answered. I was enjoying being fucked way too much to stop. After five more minutes Paul came inside me. Then he sucked me off until I came down his throat, to which he said, "Hmm....not as rank as I thought it would be..." Paul kissed me again and then went to take a shower. I just lay there thinking-- deeply thinking. I had, no more than forty-five minutes ago, started making out with my roommate. I had allowed him to undress me and suck my cock. I had fallen into an obsessive fixation over his ass-- the ass which eventually found it's way to my mouth and then on my cock. I had just finished having my rectum battered by my best buddy's meat; I could still feel his cum dripping from my insides. He had brought me to an orgasm, giving me the best blowjob ever. And through all of that, there was only one thing on my mind. What the fuck was in those boxes?! Varying Extremes Ch. 03 Episode Three The alarm clock blinked "12:43". I had intended to get a good night's rest, but had apparently slept into the afternoon. I had waited almost an entire month for this day. Paul, my roommate, was going out of town for some kind of extra curricular requirement. I had plans of my own that required he be out of the house. Tina Murray, was scheduled to arrive in less than a half-hour to pick Paul up. She is one of Paul's associates and is the coordinator of this entire extra curricular event. As I exited my bedroom, I noticed my buddy anxiously wandering around the apartment. "Petey, why are you so worked up?", I asked. "Oh, finally decided to wake up, Tommy Boy?! And...I'm not --worked up." He shrugged, unconvincingly, using air quotes. "Nevermind, I forgot you're always nervous when Tina's is around..." I said joking, then added, "...and don't call me Tommy Boy!...you know I hate that shit." Paul half-smiled at my statement and finally stopped pacing and plopped down on the couch. He looked very uneasy, but I was used to this reaction by now. Whenever Tina was involved in anything, everyone around her seemed to give off an uneasy vibe. At the moment, I wasn't really all too interested in what was going through Paul's mind. I walked back towards the bedroom, Paul sat there on the couch, with his head back and his eyes closed. After I had collected all my washing materials, I entered the bathroom to take a shower. I closed the door behind me, went into the tub, I turned the knobs to start the flow of water and began to get undressed. I always shave before a shower, not sure why, but I've always done it. I actually read a men's magazine not too long ago that said it was best to shave AFTER a shower. I have yet to use this advice. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After a few minutes, I was done shaving and I heard some noises outside in the living room, I assumed that Tina had arrived. I could hear a muffled conversation, but couldn't make out what was being said. Strangely enough, what I did hear was Paul. Though it was apparent he was talking to someone, I couldn't hear anyone else's voice. However, there was movement of two people. Eventually, the apartment went silent. I stepped into the shower and began to wash up. About a minute later I heard footsteps in the hall. Almost immediately after, I heard the bathroom door open. I figured Paul was still here and needed to take a piss. This wasn't an unusual occurrence whatsoever between us, when the other was in the shower. And since the incident a month ago, we have grown much more comfortable with each other. It was a weird situation, I don't know exactly what lead to it, but I had upset Paul and somehow we ended up fucking each other. We have spoken about it a few time since, but we haven't done anything similar to date. I must admit, it opened up a whole other side of me. It was the best sexual experience I've ever had up to now and I find myself finding other guys physically attractive from time to time. I still don't think I would consider myself gay though, or even bisexual, for that matter...maybe I'm just curious? I wonder if Paul has the same racing thoughts that I do about it... The thoughts I sometimes had about him when I was lying in my bed at night. The thoughts that cause my cock to get rock hard with anticipation. The thoughts I sometimes had when I touched myself alone in my room. I wonder if Paul ever had these thought. Doing all this thinking had, indeed given me an erection. I realized that while I was lost in thought, Paul still hadn't left the bathroom. It had been over three minutes now, he couldn't possibly still be pissing and there was a definite unwritten rule about taking shits! Thinking I would be funny, I decided I would open the curtains quickly to catch him in the act. I pulled open the curtains and was surprised when it wasn't Paul who was standing there staring at my naked body, but some other male stranger. "What the...fuck?" I said, a little startled but firm, and then I pulled the shower curtains to my waist, creating an 'X' shape with both combined. "Umm...Hey...uh....Tina sent me to...uh....talk to Paul about somethin'", the kid got a little red in the face, I could tell I had either embarrassed or frightened him, possibly both. This guy looked familiar, I had probably seen him in school or around somewhere. He looked really upset or perhaps tired. He had slightly dark circles around his eyes. I figured him to be a Freshmen. He was about 5'9" and was kind of skinny and looked like he was a swimmer or track runner. He had the stomach and the ass of both. He was wearing a big, baggy, zip-up sweat jacket, un-zipped with a small shirt underneath and some sweat pants. I realized I was still sporting a pretty big woody. He was kind of cute, but he definitely was NO Paul DeLuca. Regardless, all of that wasn't important right now though. I was confused by his statement. Why would Tina send this kid here for Paul, knowing that Paul would be with her? This had to be some sort of prank. "Umm...." I started. I was just about to tell him he needed to tell me the truth before I kicked his fucking ass, but before I had any chance he began to speak. "Hey, my name's Sean...Sean Reily" He informed me then paused, thinking, "...Since I'm in here, can I use your toilet?" I was a little confused at the sudden change of direction in the conversation. It threw me off track but I was still able to think, "Dude, you can fuckin' blow me!...What the hell are you doing here? Don't pretend like you don't know!" "Can't I just pee first!?" He said flatly, almost yelling as he looked down at the toilet. This was the weirdest bathroom experience I had ever had in my life! However, I was beginning to grow tired and annoyed at the constant back and forth. "Dude?!" I said, in a manner to tell him I wasn't in the mood to play his game. I threw my arms down to emphasize this point. In doing so, without thinking, I swung the shower curtains wide open, revealing my slowly diminishing, but still present hard on. "Okay...okay..." He said, defeated, and his eyes tearing up even more. He wasn't crying, just teary-eyed. This kid was definitely lacking in self-esteem. "I'm sorry....okay..." he continued and began to fall to his knees, "You're right, I know why I'm here..." With that, he grabbed my still semi-erect cock shoved it in his mouth, sucking it all the way into his throat. And that certainly brought the blood rushing back to my dick! "Dude!....W-wha...w-w-a-a...." Was all I could get out...maybe he did have something that Paul didn't. He put his hands on my ass and started to pull me into his face. It was so good, even for just those 3 seconds, that I was speechless. Then kind of hastily and rough he shoved his right index finger up my ass. "O-uh-h...a-a-A-hh..." I was finally about to speak. "Dude, what the--h-h-...ouch?" He wasn't even slowing down. Here I am; a random stranger just sucking me off in my bathroom with his finger up my butt. "Dude I don't---this isn't what I meant!" I finally got out. I almost laughed as I said it. Sean stopped and looked up at me. He stood up and looked me in the eyes, he had...beautiful eyes that I hadn't noticed before. They were light, light, LIGHT blue. So light in some parts, that they were almost white. "I'm sorry", He said through a depressed smile. Then he pulled his pants and underwear down and turned around, resting his arms on the sink, his ass spread out in front of me and his balls hanging down between each cheek. "Okay..." he said, "I'm ready now..." "Dude!...I was--" I started. "Just go slow, I've only done this once before." He interrupted and then turned back to face the sink. I stood there, just staring at this kid's bare ass hovering in front of me. Thinking back, I almost couldn't remember what lead up to this. "Dude, I'm not going to fuck you!", I said flatly and rushed. "What do you mean!? What did I do wrong? Are you going to tell Tina?" He spurted out with an uncomfortable look on his face, "Nevermind, she'll already know..." "Huh?...No...It's just that I wanted to know why you were here...I mean, I didn't want you to try and get me off, Dude..." As the words were leaving my mouth, I realized how he could have twisted what I had said to him earlier. I guess, in a very weird way, his misunderstanding, was....well, understandable. I mean, I just practically told the guy (in his head) to blow me and the rest escalated from there. But there was something even more confusing. "What does Tina have to do with this? Why would I tell her?" I asked as I grabbed a towel and started to get out of the shower. "Oh...uh...nothing I was just saying..." He started stumbling over his words..."I just have to do this, okay Tom..." He pushed at me on my stomach and I fell back, up against the wall of the shower. My towel fell to the floor. He held me there with an unusual force; I didn't think this small kid could even muster it up. He positioned his head at my waist once again and started going to town on my cock. My first instincts were to clobber this dude in the head but I won't lie....I let my dick do all the thinking. He started feeling around my ass again. I knew what was next. "Easy this time, man", I whispered. This kid was rough. I had a sports physical in a week and I didn't want the doctor's first words to be an inquiry as to why I was bleeding from the ass! I haven't had sex (with another person) in a number of weeks and my subconscious urges soon gave in to the pleasure. As he deep-throated my cock effortlessly, my mind wondered to my happy place. After few moments my legs were going numb from standing; I was in a very uncomfortable position. "You know what, dude..." I continued "If we're gonna do this, let's do this right, dude." I grabbed his face under his chin and gently lifted his face to meet mine. I gave him a quick peck on his lips. In that short exchange of minimal saliva, I became even more enamored with this guy. His lips were so soft and plump and a little sticky. It was the most erotic mixture of sensations and I was enjoying every moment of it. As I pulled my head away from his, I noticed that his cheeks were flushed red. He flashed a slight smile and I climbed out of the shower, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. He twisted around and pushed me onto the couch. He knelt in front of me in between my legs and took all of my dick in his mouth. First, he sucked me in all the way down the shaft, and then back up. Then, he wrapped his lips around the head and just rotated his mouth at the tip of my cock. I placed my left hand on the back of his head and massaged the nape of his neck. He pulled his head off of me and quickly began licking the top of my dick, massaging all the areas around my pee hole. As his continued to do this, he held the base of my meat with his right hand and slowly ran his left hand down my shaft, tickling me with his fingers. He played with my balls for short moment and then he moved his hand lower. I opened my legs a little bit wider to allow him more access. I threw back my head and rested my right hand behind my neck. Sean's fingers made their way into my cheeks and he rested his hand just outside my asshole. He went back to fully deep-throating me. I applied pressure and rocked his head onto my cock in rhythm with his strokes, gently forcing him to take in more and more of me each time. His right hand took action and he began to stroke my rod in tune with everything else that was going on. My only thought was that I hoped he had locked the front door when he came in. After he was doing a fine job on his own, I let my hand run down his back and over the top of his head and shoulders, massaging every ounce of skin I touched. I ran my hands down to the small of his back, feeling around there for a moment and then I softly squeezed the top of his butt cheeks. He had taken his hand off my cock and was now rubbing his way up and down my stomach and chest, as well. He tickled his way to my chin and then slipped a finger into my mouth, which was open in lust, and played with my tongue a little. Then he slid his hand back down my face and neck and continued to play with my abs. "Ohh...yeah" was all I could make out as he commanded my dick to the back of his throat another time. I stood up and grabbed the back of his head, as I fucked his mouth. Sean was breathing heavily, but I could still hear the sounds of his lips moving back and forth on my member, making a soft slurping sound with each stroke. Multi-tasking while he sucked, he started to undress himself. After he had removed his shirt, he returned to my dong. His warm tongue felt so good! I massaged my hand up and down his neck as he tongued he way from my dick head to my balls. There, he spent quite some time playing with my nuts in his mouth. It was so hott that If he kept up like this, I'd cum a little prematurely! I leaned over and grabbed him at his torso and moved him over to the couch. While I removed the remainder of his clothing, I turned him around and bent him over. Oh my god!! His ass was amazing! He definitely had to be on a swimming or track team. You could tell this guy worked his butt out a lot. I immediately spread his cheeks and buried my face in his ass. He smelled amazing and fresh. I stuck my tongue inside his muscular mounds, massaging all around his hole. Sean just kept breathing harder and harder as he jerked himself off, his face hidden in the back of the couch. I kept rimming his ass, licking him from his balls all the way to the top of his hole, massaging his cheeks with my lips and tongue. I nibbled a little and then I went straight for his hole again. His hole was very, very tight. Pulling it open, I licked all the way inside, letting my tongue fuck his ass. I continued this for about ten minutes. My mouth was becoming a bit numb from all the exertion. I reached around and started jacking Sean's dick as I continued my oral assault on his ass. I kissed my way back down his balls again. This time I spent more of my efforts on his cock. I ran my tongue up and down the back of his dick. He moaned as I rubbed my lips over the head of his tool. I returned to his asshole, scooping his pucker with my tongue like a spoon. I was lapping him up as if I were a thirsty dog. "Ahh...that's so hott" Sean whispered through the pillows of the couch. He began to rock his ass into my mouth. I ate him out for a short while longer. His asshole was so pink, puffy and stimulated, that it had opened up to the size of a nickel. Sean wanted more. I put my index finger in my mouth and then slowly pushed it into his ass. "How's that feel" I slurred, out of breath. "Hott!" Sean responded, almost yelling. I continued to slowly move my finger in and out of him. We were both sweating and out of breath; I was so horny. This was so hot! Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I was so goddamn hot, I had to fuck him. I grabbed him at his waist again and turned him around to face me. I pulled him close to me and our dicks touched. We started to make out as we rubbed our cocks together. I pulled away and as I reached in the coffee table for Paul's strategically placed condom stash, I asked Sean, "Are you ready?" He just nodded 'yes'. He sat down on the couch as I rolled the condom on. I lifted his legs up in the air and fingered for his hole. I found it quickly and positioned the tip of my cock at his opening. I pivoted my hips slightly and slowly entered him. He let out a low muffled gasp. I placed my hands on the inside of his knees, causing his legs to bend and dangle just above my shoulders. I started to pounded him, gradually getting faster and more forceful. I would fuck him really rough and then I'd slow it down and move really softly. I'd ram him hard and deep and then I'd let my dick play just inside his tight ring. I could tell he was enjoying my spontaneity, as he repeatedly said, in short breaths "Oh god!...Oh god..." I grabbed his legs and pulled them together and up against my chest and began to fuck him hard, in long, deep strokes. "Arrhhh---your dick's so big..." he said as I banged him like a drummed. I fucked Sean for about twenty minutes. I pulled his right leg down and pushed it to the floor, keeping his left leg in the air, where I moved it to my shoulder. Then I pounded him some more. He started to jerk his cock again, in a frenzy. I turn him over on his side and fucked him while he was in a fetal position. I rocked my hips back and forth while I held his legs down. At one point he looked at me; such a lustful look in this dude's eyes. It made me even more fucking hott! Sean closed his eyes, breathless and enjoying all the dick I was giving him. He gently nibbled on his bottom lip. After a few more minutes of this, I pulled him up and I laid on my back. He straddled my torso and with one leg dangling off the couch and the other knee bent, he sat down slowly on my rod. As gravity pulled him down, his ass swallowed my dick completely making a "swop" sound. I let him bounce up and down on top of me for a while. Then I slipped my hands under each of his butt cheeks and held him as I robotically undulated my hips, pushing my cock into him over and over again. Sean reached back and pushed my hands down, holding me at the wrists and started to bounce up and down on me some more. He put both his feet on the couch on either side of me and bunny-hopped on my throbbing dick. I was gonna cum at any minute. His dick was hard and flopping up and down. It slapped my abs repeatedly as his rode me. He sat all the way down on my cock; it was as far up his ass as it could go. He rocked back and forth, grinding his butt into me and then went back to bouncing. He reached down and started to jerk his cock again. He was breathing so heavily and his balls were getting tighter; I knew he was close to cumming too. I placed my hands on his sides and went to banging him again. He frantically pounded his cock, spitting on his shaft for added lube. A few more minutes went by and Sean was bent over, resting on the arm of the chair as I fucked him doggy style. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled his body into mine., then I reached down and played with his dick. I rubbed his back with my other hand. I pushed him onto his stomach and fucked him in that position. Another three or four minutes went by, and I was at my breaking point. I needed to cum!! I could feel it surfacing in my balls. I leaned back, resting my ass on his legs and pulled out of him, making a "pop" sound. I ripped the condom off and threw it to the floor. I leaned into his ass and started to fist my meat. He turned over and accompanied me. Stroking our poles together was hott. It was so hot that after less than a minute, I was cumming all over his stomach and chest. A few spurts even made it up to his neck and cheek--there was soo much cum. It was nice to finally release some of my tension and anxiety. I kept stroking my dick. It was really red and numb and it stung as I caressed it. I gently shivered every time my fingers grazed the tip of my head, tickling my nerves. Sean stroked his cock even more rapidly and it was causing a slapping sound to echo throughout the room. His breathing increased to a soft roar. He chewed his lips making a sucking sound with each passing second, as his rubbed up and down his chest with his hand. The symphony of sweaty lust bouncing off the walls of the apartment. I pulled him up and after I sat down, I positioned him on my lap. My legs were open, so he rested his butt on just my right leg. His legs were spread apart. I reached around and started to jerk him off at mach speed. Varying Extremes Ch. 03 "Yeah...yeah...fuck dude...yeahh...Mmm..." he murmured through closed teeth. I could feel his balls tighten as he yelped and cum traveled up his shaft, squirting all over my knee and thigh. I massaged his dick slowly as it softened and then I softly pulled my hand away. Sean was completely out of breath. Anyone who would have walked in, would have been convinced he had just run a mile. I was still breathing pretty heavy as well. Sean moved to sit on the couch and leaned forward, his head resting in his hands. "Dude....that.....was SO....hott!!" I said, in between my panting. "Uhh---amazing!" he responded with a smile and leaned back on the couch. After our asthmatic breathing had subsided, I turned to him, sweaty, flushed and completely overwhelmed with lust and said, "So....Sean, you wanna tell me what all this has to do with Tina Murray?" Sean stared at me for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes. He leaned back and rested his head on the back of the couch. He let a short sigh slip from his lips and while staring at the ceiling, he responded, "You're never gonna believe this...but I'll try to make you understand..." TO BE CONTINUED..........