8 comments/ 169071 views/ 12 favorites College Boy By: badboy005 I don't know where to begin. I guess with any story it should begin in the beginning. Putting it simply: I have always enjoyed watching my mother do things around the house. I don't know why but I did. She was what every boy wanted in a mother, someone sweet, kind, giving and the hottest thing on the block! I really loved her and she loved me, as a mother should. Looking back on my childhood I didn't have anything but positive memories of my mom and me. The sperm donor – my father as she called him was someone I didn't know or care about. I never received a card for my birthday or for that matter – anything. So at a young age I, not knowing I was saying it, said "Fuck you, and everything about you, you fuck!" and had nothing to do with him. My mom always making me feel safe and secure never brought anyone home with her which; again looking back boggles my mind. My mom was fucking hot. You see the sperm donor knock her up with me when she was 13 years old and left. When I was two my grandparent passed and left my mom and me with enough money to never worry about it. Without this burden upon us, my mom went to school and became a great chef and eventually opened her own catering business. Now, the saying "don't trust a thin cook" is bullshit. My mom is the best cook I know. She is also the best-looking female I know. Since my mom had me so young when I turned 18 and got ready to move out and go to college she was only a very sexy 31. Angela as her name was, is five feet, four inches and weighs no more than 125 pounds. She has like me hair as black as coffee and eyes which make you feel you are falling. My mom, Angela as very active in her business and in life, always working out at the gym and practicing her martial arts. Her breasts while not huge but are perfect for her lean frame – about a small "B" cup and they didn't appear to sag at all when she went braless which was often around the house. I remember she was the first person I dreamed of when I masturbated and still to this day the thought of her naked turns me on. Being 18 and moving out of the home I had packed and moved to college a few hundred miles away – a business major on my mind. As spring break approached I decided I didn't want to go to the beach with my newly found friends because (I'm kind of ashamed to admit) I didn't have steady girlfriend and really didn't like one night stands or "hey about a blowjob?" for the numerous girls around the campus. No, I missed mom and decided to go home for the break. As I arrived mom was very happy to see me and we had one of the best welcome home meals of my life. I also remember mom was just as hot as ever. Her long, flowing black as fucking night hair falling down her back and her wide happy, smile making me love her all the more. Mom, breaking out the wine for this special occasion, we enjoyed ourselves very much catching up with each other. Later that night mom suggesting we watch a movie before she went to bed and recommend a new release she had recently received in the mail from her DVD club she belong to. Agreeing to her selection, she excused herself and staggered (too much wine) to her bedroom and changed into her nightie because after the movie she was going to go to bed. Now my mom isn't a slouch in any manner and this applies to what she wears to bed. While her nightie wasn't based on a sexual nature or theme it was very nice and simple and made her look very sexual to me. The nightie was basically a long button up, thin silk shirt, which fell to just above her knees but it made her look good as it showed off her curves. Changing my clothes also I put on a loose T-shirt and a pair of sweat shorts. Getting myself comfortable for the movie I watched as she came out of her room and walked towards the couch. Yes, I watched as she walked towards me and secretly lusted after the small jiggle of her braless breasts as she moved. The two top buttons were undone on her nightie, exposing her upper chest and just hint of breast. She wore her clothes like this often in the safety of her home and this was nothing usual. --------- Two more bottles of wine later the movie was half over and mom and me were hardly watching it. I was telling her stories of my college life and she of her business clients and their strange requests for food. Opening the third bottle of wine we continued to laugh and have a good time but started to settle down as the wine took effect and watched the end of the movie. After about 25 minutes mom passed out and fell heavily against my right shoulder and began snoring very sexily. Immediately, my cock growing to it full length I gazed upon my moms exposed skin – her arms, her legs and the subtle rise of her breast beneath her nightie. I wanted to touch her – did I dare? What would happen if I got caught? Anything I wanted to do could ruin my relationship with the most perfect woman I knew. But I also had a lot of wine in my system and was willing to take a chance. Seeing she was really passed out I slowly, bit by bit moved my hand to her right breast. My fingers touching the silk fabric of her nightie I felt the swell of her right breast. As I've said my mom's breasts weren't large but slowly fondling it though the fabric I noticed and felt her nipple become very hard underneath. I was sweating now and wanted more but did I dare? I was right now living a dream I've had for years by stroking her breast, as I had always wanted to do. How many times had I masturbated to this fantasy, I wondered as I enjoyed the feeling of her nipple through her shirt? I've gone to far my mind suddenly screamed at me as I jerked my hand away. That was enough. Getting up from the couch I looked down at the tent my cock had made inside my shorts. Smiling to myself I knew I had years of new beat-off material in my mind and I quietly turned off the lights and the TV. Slowly reaching down I gently picked up my passed out mother from the couch and carried her to her bed. Gently laying my mom down with every intention to go to my room and beat off I noticed as I put her on her bed, her nightie had ridden up her toned, tanned thigh and I saw she wasn't wearing any panties. Oh my god, my mind screamed as I gazed upon her upper thigh. It would only take a small amount of shifting of her nightie by me and I would be able to see everything I had wanted to for so long. Watching my hands move by themselves, I slowly moved the silk shirt aside and saw my mom's completely shaved pussy. The sight of it was beautiful. I was now hornier than I had been in my entire life and needed a release – NOW! Going for broke I threw caution to the wind and slowly opened my mom's silk shirt exposing her breasts. My moms breasts were very firm and stood up proudly up from her body as she slept on her back, her large nipples pointing straight up from (I thought) the cold air from the A/C. Taking my throbbing member out of my pants I began stroking my cock in front of this most beautiful woman. Moving closer to her I knew I needed to touch her, let her know hot she made me. Her legs being slightly apart, I moved in between them, my thighs rubbing against hers. I continued stoking my cock, and brought it closer to her now opened pussy and slowly, as I rubbed the long shaft of my cock I moved the tip across the entrance of her fuck hole and clit. Shuttering with more pleasure then I believed possible I continued stroking my hard cock as I rubbed the tip against my mom's pussy. Feeling her heat and wetness – either from my precum or her pussy juice I didn't know which I relentlessly rubbed my dick harder and harder against her clit. Noticing my moms breathing had changed to a more rapid pulse I stoked my cock faster and faster. Suddenly, my hand slipping the tip of my cock slipped off my mom's clit and entered her hot and very wet pussy. Moaning loudly at the heat of her pussy on my cock, it erupted and I shot my load inside of my mother. The lust leaving my mind I looked at the sight I had created. My mom was thankfully still passed out and I looked down and saw my cock just inside of her pussy. Knowing I wanted to push it in further more than I ever wanted anything before, I used all of my will power and slowly pulled the tip out of her. My cum, slowly leaking down from her cunt covered her rosebud of an ass, making it glisten in the pale night the room. I really wanted to fuck her in the ass or cunt but I thought I had pushed my luck far enough and decided a retreat was in order. Cleaning up the scene of the crime up as best I could I rearrange moms clothes and put her under the covers – kissing her full on the mouth brushing her lips with the tip of my tongue before I left. Leaving her room I looked back at the woman I loved so much and for a brief moment thought I saw a small smile touch her lips. More to come.... College Boy I knew I was gay all through high school, but growing up in a town of eight hundred in West Virginia I never really had a chance to explore my sexuality with others. By the time I moved into the dorms at a small art school in Boston I was ready to do some experimenting! My roommate in the dorms was another Midwestern boy who played lacrosse on the schools team. He was cute and a bit jockish but he seemed very aggressively hetero and I didn't really think he was the best person to come out to for the first time. After the first few days of moving in we settled into a routine where after class he would go to workouts and practice and I would watch DVDs or waste time on the internet before dinner. I still had my old family AOL account and I would sometimes linger in the gay Boston chatrooms. Unlike home, there were a bunch of different chatrooms for gay guys in Boston, and I was amazed at how many men must be around the city. I started trading IM's with a man named Tennisfan36 who had noticed a picture of me on my high school tennis team in my profile. He asked what I was doing in the Boston room seeing that I live in West Virginia and I told him that I had just moved into town to go to college. He sent me a picture of himself and I must say that I was impressed with the way he looked. He appeared to be in his early 40s, wearing an impressive suit with a strong jaw and dark brown eyes. I thought he looked a bit like Pierce Brosnan. After a few more minutes of chatting he asked what I was doing later that night. It was around 6pm and I was about to go eat dinner in the schools dining hall before coming back upstairs to watch TV. He asked if I would like to go get a drink with him at a bar near the school. I told him that I didn't have a fake ID and I'd learned that Boston bars are notorious for carding anyone and everyone. Tennisfan36: If you dress hot and come with me, i can get you in I told him I'd think about it and that I had to go get dinner, then I shut off my computer and went down to the dining hall. While loading my tray with gross looking pizza and tater tots down in the dining hall I started to think about the chat. He really was amazingly handsome and I thought that he would be gentle with me. I had never done anything with another man and while I was ready to experiment I was still very nervous about my first time. I ended up throwing out the pizza without taking a bite and going back upstairs to my room. Upstairs my roommate had arrived home from practice and was watching TV. I said hello and then nonchalantly opened my laptop facing away from him. I muted the speakers and logged onto AOL while pretending to watch an episode of Pros vs. Joes. Tennisfan36 was still online! WstVkid: is your offer still good? Tennisfan36: absolutely, i know a place we can get a drink WstVkid: can i call you? He gave me his phone number and I quickly punched it into my cell. Then I logged off and closed my laptop. I told my roommate I was thinking of going to see a movie and quickly slipped out of the dorm room. Outside on the street I called the number nervously. Tennisfan36 introduced himself as Charles and I told him my name was Tim. He gave me his address and told me to just take a cab and call him when I got there, he would pay for it. I quickly flagged down a cab and nervously told the driver the address, I chewed my nails as we drove through the brisk Boston evening. When we arrived at the red bricked townhouse in the Back Bay, Charles was standing on the curb looking dashing in a dark blue suit. He paid the driver and shook my hand formally introducing himself. I sort of blushed and followed him up the stoop and into his townhouse. The townhouse was a gorgeous three story affair with hardwood floors and cathedral ceilings. I was amazed at how expensive everything looked, Charles led me into the kitchen where he gestured for me to have a seat at the table. "It's very nice to meet you Tim, I'm very happy to be able to escort you out to have a drink tonight." "Thanks a lot Charles, to be honest, I've never done anything like this before." I looked down at the table sheepishly. "What sort of thing? Be with a man? Or go to a bar?" Charles' voice was soft and reassuring. "Everything actually. I've never been with a man, I've never been to a bar." "But you are gay right?" I looked up into his dark handsome eyes and felt myself flush with lust and attraction. "Yeah, I'm definitely gay." I smiled up at him. There was a twinkle in Charles' eye. "Then I know the perfect place to go tonight!" "Are you sure it will be ok?" Charles reached across the table and held my hand. "Yes Tim I promise, you'll love it. Let me just go get changed." He stood up with me and kissed me lightly on the cheek which sent goose bumps all over my body. "Feel free to look around and help yourself to anything in the fridge, it will only take a few minutes." Charles left me and I watched him walk upstairs. I looked around the kitchen and then wandered into the foyer where there was a bedroom. Flicking on the lights I noticed the walls were pink and posters for the Pussycat Dolls and various bare-chested hip hop stars adored the walls. A pair of black pvc pants. I picked up the hanger and inspected the shiny material. "You could probably pull those off you're so thin." Charles was standing in the doorway in jeans and a white button down shirt. "You scared me!" I blushed " I wasn't snooping, I just didn't know who's room this was!" My cheeks were hot and I felt like I had been caught committing a crime. "Oh it's fine Timmy, it's my daughters room, I get her every other weekend." "I see." I still felt ashamed. "You wanna try them on?" His shirt was unbuttoned on top revealing dark sexy chest hair and a muscular physique. "No, I mean they're girls pants." He stepped forward and put his arms on my shoulders. As he leaned in to whisper in my ear my face came close with his chest and I could smell his intoxicating musk. "Trust me Timmy, in the place we're going these will help you fit in. Go try them on." I nodded and quietly took the pants into the bathroom to change. Inside I found that the pants were long enough to fit me, but absolutely skin tight. My boxers felt like a big puffy balloon inside them and I stripped them off and put the pants on my naked flesh. Charles was waiting for me when I got out of the bathroom. "Those show off your assets quite nicely Timmy." He said. "Now let's catch a cab and go get that drink!" "Should I really wear this?" I asked, still a little uncomfortable wearing shiny skintight pleather pants in public. Charles grabbed my pants and boxers and tossed them on his daughter's bed. "Leave them here, that way I know you have to come back home with me later." He winked and smiled as he put his arm around me. I leaned back into his warm embrace and let him walk me out of the room. During the cab ride I felt every bump and vibration through the slick pants tingling my balls and ass. When we finally arrived at the club the sidewalk bumped with techno music and a large blue neon sign labeled MACHINE washed over the crowd of men standing in line on the sidewalk. Charles paid the cab driver and then took me by the hand and walked towards the bouncer, cutting the line. "Hi Chuck, love the new boy." The thick bald black bouncer said to Charles. He opened the velvet curtain for us and Charles lead me through by the hand, as I walked by the bouncer reached out and firmly grabbed my ass. I blushed and felt my cock jump in my pants as Charles led me through the bumping nightclub. Loud music pumped through the sound system and I was surrounded by strobe lights and hot men wearing everything from 3 piece suits to tightie whities were dancing and grinding against each other. Charles led me to a large booth in the back behind the dance floor, where we sat down. I looked around and took in the scene, growing up in a small town I would never imagine a club this big, this bright, this gay! I was in absolute awe of this place. "So what's your poison?" Charles asked while giving my thigh a quick squeeze. "Well I don't know, the only alcohol I've ever actually liked was Smirnoff Ice" I looked down sheepishly. "No problem cutie. You can drink whatever you want here." He leaned in again "This is the one place in the world where you can be yourself." He squeezed my thigh again before hopping up to go to the bar. I looked around and felt a great feeling of liberation. When Charles came back and handed me my bottle I clinked it against his and took a big sip. Just then three men walked over to the table. "Hello Charles." And older man with a British accent said. He was standing next to another older gentleman and a blonde boy around my age. The men were wearing suits, and the boy was wearing a mesh shirt and tight leather shorts. "Tim I would like to introduce Kevin and Gerald, and this adorable little thing," he pointed to the boy in short shorts "is Mike" "Nice to meet you" I said as they raised their glasses to me. Mike ran around the table and sat down right next to me while the older men took seats across the table with Charles. "This is Timmy's first night ever in a gay bar." Charles said. I blushed and Mike immediately started talking in my ear. "Ooh! Those are adorable pants Timmy!" he squealed as ran his hand over the slick pvc. I took a long sip of my Smirnoff Ice and smiled. "Thanks." "This must be great for you! Seeing all this hot meat." He quickly brushed his hand up my thigh and against my cock. I felt myself stir in the slick constricting pants. "Come to the bathroom and have a ciggie with me!" he grabbed my hand and started to pull me up. I looked over at Charles. "You boys have fun." He said with a twinkle in his eye. I let Mike lead me across the dance floor and towards the bathroom. The music was bumping loudly through the club and the strobing lights mixed with the vibrations through the floorboards caused my cock to firm up under the tight pvc pants. Inside the bathroom Mike led me into a stall and closed the door before pulling a pack of Parliament Menthol Light 100s from the back pocket of his tiny leather shorts. "You want a bump?" Mike looked up at me conspiratorially. Before I could answer he was unfolding a small sheet of tinfoil and knocking out little crystal clumps into the recessed butt of a cigarette. "What is it?" I had only really drank and smoked weed in my life and was nervous about trying cocaine, which it looked like it was. "It's Tina, it's sooo fun!" Mike held the cigarette out towards me expectantly. He must have noticed my bewildered expression because he held the butt right up to my nostril and said, "Here, like this." He used a free finger to close my other nostril. "Now snort." The crystals shot up my nose with the most intense burning sensation I had ever felt. My head flew back and tears filled my eyes. Mike giggled as he retracted the cigarette and took a hit for himself. Just as quickly as the pain rushed into my head it drained away, replaced by an electric feeling that shot through my nerves. My body felt incredible and I was becoming increasingly aware of how horny I was standing in this toilet stall in a gay nightclub wearing tight pvc pants. Mike put the long white cigarette in his lips and lit it before offering me the pack. "The burn on this stuff is terrible but it makes you feel sooo good." I took a cigarette from the pack and placed it to my lips as Mike flicked his pink lighter for me. I took a long cool drag on the cigarette and exhaled towards the ceiling. "Wow, umm yeah," was all I managed to stammer out. "I've never actually done anything like this before" Mike's smiled below amazing cheekbones. "You mean Tina?" "Tina, being at a gay bar, being with guys, everything..." the words were sort of rambling out of my mouth. Mike's eyes sprang to life and he let out a little gasp. "You mean you've never been with a man?" He asked in an almost giggled whisper. My cheeks flushed a hot red and I shyly shook my head. Mike moved closer so I could feel his breath on the top of cheeks. I felt the back of his hand lightly trace my cock through the skintight pants. "But you want to don't you" he whispered. He quickly leaned in and gave my lower lip a soft, wet bite before leaning back against the door to the stall and taking a drag on his cigarette. I couldn't even form words as I nodded my head and brought my own cigarette to my lips with shaky fingers. The menthol smoke hit my lungs and I could feel the surge of horny electricity well up in my body because of the drugs. "Yeah. Yeah I really do." Mike exhaled a thick plume of smoke directly at my face. "Well I think we're all going to have a wonderful time tonight." He dropped his cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out with his toe before turning around to face the door to the stall. He slid the long green box of cigarettes into his super tight shorts and looked back over his shoulder at me. "How's my ass look?" He winked and opened the stall door. I took a final drag of my cigarette and dropped it into the toilet bowl before following him out of the stall. "Those pants look great on you by the way." He said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the concussion of the club. Mike pulled me out into the throbbing club and I felt the music surging through my body. Mike led me through the crowd towards the dance floor and before I could even think to protest I had my arms in the air and I was moving my body to the music. Any inhibitions I had about dancing melted away in the sea of sweating bodies grinding away at the pulsing music. I felt a man dancing behind me and realized that Charles and his friends had found on his the dance floor. Charles handed me a cold, new Smirnoff Ice and I could feel a bulge start to rise in his pants as the five of us danced together under the bright strobing lights. I felt so alive and free dancing away that I completely lost track of time. The older guys were saying something to each other but I couldn't hear with the loud music. Mike grabbed my hand and we all walked off the dance floor and out of the club. The cold outside air hit me with a refreshing blast against my sweaty skin. I hadn't realized it inside but my t-shirt was sticking to me in a sweaty lather. "How about we take this party somewhere more private?" Charles said with a big grin. I smiled and agreed with the rest of the group as Charles and Kevin went down the block to get Kevin's car. "You should take off your shirt." Mike had pulled out his pack of cigarettes and held one out to me. "This cool air feels amazing on my skin." I looked at his erect nipples beneath his mesh shirt and peeled the t-shirt off my body before taking the cigarette from his outstretched fingers. Gerald produced a Zippo from his pocket and lit me and Mike's cigarettes and I stood there, wet t-shirt in hand, feeling the cool Boston breeze glide over my body. Charles and Kevin rode up to the front of the club in Kevin's jet black Escalade and Mike, Gerald and I packed into the backseat. Everyone was a bit drunk and laughing during the ride back and Mike and I were touching and squeezing each others legs in the backseat. I turned to see Gerald watching us and smiling. I gave him a wink and reached out and tickled his knee. He responded by putting his hand on my thigh and giving it a firm squeeze. I was amazed at size and strength of his hand and felt that jolt of electricity shoot through my body again. We arrived back at the townhouse and Charles led us all to beautiful living room. Two black leather couches surrounded a vast glass coffee table and Mike flicked on a set of lights behind a brass and oak bar on one side of the room. "I'll be bartender!" He squealed as he started pulling bottles from the shelf behind him. I sat next to Charles on one couch while Mike was clanking and pouring away. Kevin and Gerald sat on the other couch as Mike produced a tray of hot pink drinks in martini glasses on the table. "Cosmos all around," Mike took his glass and squeezed between Kevin and Gerald on the couch. My throat was parched and I grabbed a glass and took a big gulp. I guess the bright color of the drink made me expect something lighter and more fruity but I felt the burn of alcohol bomb down my throat. I choked a little and Charles patted me gently on the back, "Whoa, slow down Timmy, you don't want to get sick." Mike leaned forward and picked up his pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. "I've got something to keep him from getting sick." He started to unfold the little foil packet like he had done in the bathroom. "Oh you boys and your party favors." Charles said as he got up and walked to the stereo. Mike hopped onto the couch next to me and held out an upturned cigarette with crystals in the filter. I held one of my nostrils closed and snorted hard, feeling the shooting pain rush up towards my brain. Mike took a big hit for himself and as the pain started to subside and the rush started to fill my body I pushed my bare skin back against the leather couch. My body felt orgasmically electric and Mike leaned over and started to flick at my bare nipples with his tongue. I pulled his head towards my chest as he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his frosted blonde hair and felt his teeth delicately tease my hypersensitive chest. He moved his hot mouth up my neck licking and nibbling until he planted a nice wet kiss on my mouth. I had never kissed a boy before but within seconds we were frantically making out like excited highschoolers. I pawed at his leather clad ass and mesh covered chest as he sucked my tongue deep into his mouth and held it there for a long few seconds before slowly letting it out. I was speechless as Mike pulled his head back and gave me a wink. "Very nice boys." Charles had taken a seat on the couch next to Kevin and Gerald. There was soft music playing on the stereo and Mike leaned into me again, taking my earlobe in his mouth. Between hot breath and nibbling I heard him whisper softly, "wanna learn how to give a blowjob?" I looked into his eyes and nodded as I started to grope for his cock. Mike quietly shook his head and moved his body from the couch to the floor, taking my hand, he pulled me down towards him. Mike got down on all fours and started to crawl towards the other couch. He looked over his shoulder back at me and nodded for me to join him so I got on my hands and knees and started crawling towards the couch where Charles, Kevin and Gerald where smiling down on us. Kevin and Gerald had already taken their cocks out by the time we reached the couch and Mike greedily reached for them, grabbing one in each hand. Kevin's cock was uncircumcised and looked smaller than my own 7" cut member. Gerald on the other hand had a huge thick cock that seemed to be at least 9 inches and very thick. Mike's little manicured hands looked tiny wrapped around that thick, veiny beast as he brought it to his mouth and gave the head a big wet kiss. Then Mike moved over to Kevin's cock and gave it an even deeper kiss as he started to jerk both men confidently in his hands. I turned and looked up into Charles deep brown eyes as my hands started to tremble while reaching for his belt. "Go on Tim," he purred in a deep soothing voice. "It would make me very happy." I undid his belt and zipper and reached my hand into the window of his boxers and held another cock in my hand for the first time. It felt warm and smooth and when I brought it out into the air I could see how wonderful it was. It seemed to be larger than mine, but not by much, and the skin was beautiful and unblemished. I could feel the thick vein on top throb as I ran my hand lightly up and down the shaft. I looked over at Mike who was slobbering back and forth between the two cocks in his hands and turned back towards Charles' gorgeous organ with a new hungry enthusiasm. I opened my mouth as much as I could and tried to engulf as much as I could. College Boy The head of Charles' cock felt spongy and delicate in my mouth as I ran my tongue over it and heard Charles gasp above me. I opened my mouth wider and tried to get more of his shaft down. The deeper I went the more I could smell a thick yet pleasant musk that seemed to come from Charles balls. I forced myself down deeper to try and get at it but ended up gagging myself on Charles' thick cock. Tears sprang to my bulging eyes and I ended up choking and sputtering for air. Charles looked down and brushed a hair from my brow, "Just relax Timmy, you're doing a great job." Undeterred I dove my head back down again, stretching my mouth wide and taking his cock as deep as I could. I flattened my tongue and felt his head start to push on the back of my throat. The feeling of having that big hot throbbing cock filling my whole mouth and throat turned me on more than anything I'd ever done. I started to choke again and pulled my head up, only to inhale quickly and jam my throat down deeper over Charles' cock causing me to gag further. "Easy Timmy. You don't need to choke on it." Charles looked down at me with big caring eyes and I pulled my mouth off his cock, trailing a thick load of gagged saliva back down onto his stomach. I leaned forward and slurped all of the spittle back into my mouth, swallowing it. "I like it Charles." I looked back up at him with a glistening chin. "You like to choke on it Timmy?" "Yes sir, I do." Mike took a quick break from slobbering over his cocks to let out a giggle. "You slut," he winked at me. The idea of being a cockhungry slut filled me with an insatiable lust and I quickly took a good portion of Charles shaft into my mouth. As I sucked deeper and deeper I felt Charles' hands gently on the back of my head, holding his cock deep in my throat just a little longer each time I gagged. Thick gooey saliva started to coat his cock and my mouth and I used my lips to cover my teeth as his hands became more and more forceful, driving his rigid shaft farther and farther back into my throat and holding it deeply there even after I would choke for air. The intoxicating aroma of his balls would fill my nose each time I struggled to breath and soon I felt Charles' body buckle underneath me. His hands firmly pushed my head all the way down, forcing his cock deep into throat so that my body bucked and squirmed for air while he held my mouth flush against his body. The first blast of cum felt like it had been delivered from a fire hose that had been heated to 150 degrees. Hot, thick cum shot into the back of my throat while he held my head tight in his lap. I tried to breathe through my nose but choked and snorted and I felt some cum seep into my stinging nasal passages. Charles finally released his grip and I pulled my head back taking in a huge gasp of air. His cock continue to shoot thick ropes of cum and after taking a large burst across my face I pursed my lips against his head and drank the rest of his spunk into my mouth. When the final spurt had left his cock I leaned back and held the hot gooey load in my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue and sucking it back and forth between my teeth. I had never tasted anything like this before and I wanted to savor the flavor for as long as possible. "Would you like something to spit it in?" Noticing that I still had it in my mouth Charles became the gracious host again. I leaned back on my heels and opened my mouth wide so all 3 of the men on the couch could see that it was completely full of pearly white cum. Then I closed my mouth and with a smile gulped it all down. I reached a finger up and smeared the cum that had blasted on my face back into my mouth and with a flourish slurped up the last bit off my finger. "I want more." I felt so horny and amazing that all I could think about was drinking another hot load of cum. While Mike's mouth was still hard at work on Gerald's huge member Kevin quickly stood up in front of me so that I was kneeling directly in front of his cock. I immediately took it into my mouth and started sucking furiously. While Kevin's cock was certainly smaller than Charles' the way he was standing above me while I kneeled on the floor allow him to get complete access to my throat. I opened my mouth as dutifully as I could while Kevin held on to the top and bottom of my skull and thrust his entire cock deep down my throat and out again. It took me a minute to figure out that he was actually fucking my mouth like I was some sort of sex doll. This revelation brought a wave of humiliation and ecstasy as I looked up into his crazed expression and thought about what my parents would say if they could see me now. I reached my hands around Kevin's body and grabbed his asscheeks tightly, thrusting his cock harder and deeper into my throat as hungrily looked into his eyes. "I'm cumming!" Gerald grunted as he deposited his load into Mike's mouth. I could feel Kevin's ass clench and leaned my neck back to let the torrent of sticky semen to slide right down my throat without choking. For a guy with the smallest cock in the room Kevin made up for it with the amazing volume of sperm he unleashed into my throat. I managed to take three big gulps before allowing it to pool up in my mouth and eventually run over the side of my cheek. Kevin slumped back down on the couch and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I swallowed down the last of the thick seed and concentrated on the feeling of it running down my throat and into my belly. I laid myself back on the ground and felt content. "You're not done yet champ," Mike whispered as he planted his cum-covered lips onto mine. Our tongues rolled over each other sharing the different batches of love juice we had received. Mike then broke the kiss and started to work his way down my chest, licking and nibbling on my nipples and belly while unzipping my shiny pvc pants and letting my aching cock free. I felt Mike's expert mouth quickly envelop my head as his hot tongue darted over my glans. He started massaging my balls with one hand while quickly slurping my shaft deep into his throat. I watched as this cute young blonde boy was expertly maneuvering my cock and thought about what an eager cockwhore I had been just a few minutes ago. I laid my head back on the carpet and imagined the cum in my own belly while Mike deepthroated me towards my own thunderous orgasm. The electric rush I had felt earlier from the "t" came back tenfold as I bucked my hips and felt cum gush from my own rigid organ. Mike sucked it all down and positioned himself on his side next to me, lightly stroking my hair. All I could manage to do was look back up at him and smile After a few seconds of bliss I quickly turned over to Mike. "Do you want me to do you now?" I asked, but he just shook his head and kept stroking my hair. "Don't worry about that Timmy. You've done pretty well tonight." Mike reached over to the coffee table for his cigarettes and lit one up. He took a long drag and then exhaled at the ceiling before passing it over to me. As we lay on the carpet sharing a cigarette I realized that the older men had left the room and seemed to be tidying up in the rest of the house. A minute or two later a fully clothed and very relaxed looking Gerald came over and took a seat on the couch. "That was great guys." He looked as though he had just finished Thanksgiving dinner. "No problem," Mike said as he flashed a mischievous smile over to me, "it was out pleasure." Kevin walked into the room next retying his tie and looking rather well put together for the late night hour. "We should all definitely hang out again sometime soon." He said before popping a piece of gum in his mouth. Charles emerged from the doorway wearing a bathrobe and holding a large stack of bed linens. "You boys can hang out here until you want to crash and then you can use these in the guest bedroom." He put the linens on the couch and turned to his other guests. "And I'll be seeing all of you again soon I'm sure." The men all said their goodbyes and Mike and I waved to them from the floor. After Charles had let the other men out he made one last stop in the living room. "Thank you boys again for the great evening, now I am going upstairs to bed. Don't burn the house down and I'll see you tomorrow." He turned and started to walk towards the staircase in the entry way. Without even turning around he called out over his shoulder, "And Timmy, I hope you had fun." Mike smiled at me and I let out a little laugh as Charles disappeared up the stairs. Mike got up from the carpet and went to the bar to pour himself a drink. After spending another minute lying there still in awe after everything that had happened that evening I picked myself up and sat on the couch. "So what do you want to do before bed?" I asked Mike as he walked over from the bar with not one drink, but two. "Bed? Are you even remotely tired?" Mike looked at me incredulously and I realized that even though it was past 3 am on what had been a very action packed night my body wasn't at all tired. In fact the idea of sleeping or eating just seemed entirely unnecessary at the moment. "No, I'm really not tired at all." Mike handed me one of the cosmopolitans as he took a sip of his own. "We should go out for awhile." He said as I took the drink from his hand and looked over at the clock on the wall. "Mike it's 3:22 am, where are we going to go?" Mike opened his pack of cigarettes revealing only two left. "Well, we need to get cigarettes for one." He undid the foil package and started spilling out crystals into recessed filter. "Now here, take this bump..." College Boy and a Married Woman We have been emailing for a few days now. You compliment me on every picture I send you. The anticipation is at its peak. I am beyond ready to finally meet you. I arrive at the quaint little coffee shop on the busy college street, order my hot, soothing drink, and sit at an empty table. My phone pings with an incoming text: I might be a few minutes late. I sip occasionally, waiting for you to walk through the door. My thoughts intrude my focus. Will he look like his picture? Will he like what he sees? Will he stay true to what he has been saying in his emails? Will it dawn on him that I am 10 years older? Will it matter? I look up. My thoughts disappear immediately. You have arrived. A long, low breath escapes your lips as you sit down across from me, your eyes never leaving mine. I hold my coffee, my finger tapping against it as you get situated. "Hi," I say. "Nice to finally meet you." "You as well." Your pupils are heavily dilated. You are obviously taken aback by my appearance. I study you closely. "Well, am I true to my pictures?" I ask. "Better. Much better." I can feel my cheeks flush. I am flattered by this young, supple 18-year-old. His hands tremble a bit on the table. His breath is scattered. He is nervous. "You aren't so bad yourself. Thanks for meeting me." "Oh no, thank you for wanting to meet. You look amazing." "Thanks. I work with what I've got I suppose." Awkward silence hovers over us for a few moments. All we do is stare. I have no idea what is going through your head. My head swims with images of you in my van, naked, struggling to hold back an orgasm. My daydream is cut short as you start to speak. "I can't believe how sexy you are!" I giggle under my breath. "Quite the charmer, aren't you?" You nod. "You know that isn't necessary with this type of arrangement, right?" "Sorry.. I just hope this is all really happening." "Oh, I assure you it is." We engage in light conversation for a while. You talk of your college goals and your hobbies. I talk of my past, and what I expect from our meeting. I lean over and your eyes drop to my cleavage. You sure aren't making a secret of it. It's almost as if it's out of your control. I love it. Maybe 10 or 15 minutes pass. I can tell you are waiting for me to make the next move. You seem a tad afraid. "Let's go back to the van and... talk." Your eyes widen, and you hop out of your chair immediately, reaching out your hand to me. Your breathing quickens a bit. I smile devilishly at you. So eager. I walk a few steps ahead of you. I can feel your eyes on my ass. I look back and you have a new confidence about you. You want me. I am reeling. "Holy shit, it's freezing out here!" "Do you want my jacket, Jen?" "Oh no no, you don't have to do that. This is not a date." Such a sweet boy. You then wrap your arms around me. You are so warm. I giggle as you obviously flex your muscles, trying to impress me. It reminds me of how young and inexperienced you are with women. "Well this would be my school bus of a vehicle. Big van, huh?" "Yeah, do you want to sit in the front and talk?" I put the key in the door, unlock it, and open the back door. "No, sit back there." You gasp a bit, but hop in the back without question. This is all going exactly the way I want it to. You sit in the backseat, legs spread a bit. I get in and kneel down on the floor. We are eye to eye. "I want you to remove your shirt and lean back." The shirt flies off you and I throw it behind me. "Oh my, very nice. Okay, just relax. I'm going to touch you alright? I want to see how your body reacts to being touched in certain areas." "Go right ahead." My hand reaches out towards your face, and I brush my fingers down your cheek. You stare at me hard. My hand travels down your neck, down your chest, and slides to your lower back. Your skin is so soft, expressing your evident youth. My hands go back up to your neck and I look deep into your eyes. "How do you feel about getting your hair pulled?" "I don't--," but before you can answer I tug your hair forcefully, bring your head to one side, exposing your neck. You gasp loudly and smile broadly. "Okay, so we like that, don't we?" I whisper in a sultry tone. "Oh yes. I guess I do!" My lips find your exposed neck and I lightly nip your skin. You gasp again and I can feel your legs shaking underneath me. "Oh my god..." I release your hair, grasp your face and press my lips to yours. Your mouth overtakes mine, a bit too much. You are not a very good kisser. Poor thing, I will have to teach you at some point, but I'll let it slide for now. You're trying so hard, it's adorable. "Okay, let's switch places. You may touch me now." You jump up and allow me to sit in the backseat, as you kneel in front of me. Your eyes scan my body. You are unsure of where to start. "Here, start with these," and I lift up my shirt and bra, letting my large breasts fall out. "Oh my god..," and instantly your mouth is all over them. Your warm, gentle tongue circles my nipples over and over. You worship them. My breathing changes now. I haven't had this sort of attention for way too long, and it feels amazing. "Glad you approve," you look up at me and give me a very condescending look. "Of course I do. They're incredible." "What else would you like to see?" "Everything..." You place your hands on my shoulders and pin me back, kissing me again. Oh, I like this little bit of forcefulness. I reach down and unbutton my tight black pants, and slide them down. As always, I am not wearing any underwear. I scoot my bottom forward and spread my legs open. You lean down looking at my dripping wet pussy. Your fingers glide up and down my lips, and you bury your face in it. The small, delicate sucks on my clit drive me crazy. My legs start to shake as you moan into my pussy. "Fuck.." My legs tremble more and more and my moans become louder. "Oh that's one deprived little pussy isn't it?" You answer me with an mhmm, and the vibration resonates through my body. "I'm going to cum!" As I release around you, you start to slurp with every pulsation. You are literally sucking the cum out of me. I have never had that done before. Damn, you are driving me crazy. "Oh my god that feels so good!" You come back up towards my face and kiss me hard. I taste my pussy on your lips. I yank your shorts down and your rock hard cock springs free. I wrap my hand around it and tug forcefully. You whisper in my ear, "oh please, can I fuck you?" "You don't have to ask, baby." You exhale in relief and slide your cock inside my soaking pussy. I am still so sensitive and I clench around you as you enter. You go in and out very slowly, almost too slowly. You are trembling. I realize that you won't go any faster in order to avoid cumming too quickly. I revel in your slowness, your gentleness. You lean your head on my shoulder and your warm breath fulfills me. Things become awkward as we almost get caught about four times and have to stop abruptly. "I'm sorry, but let's stop for a moment and find somewhere else to go." "Okay." We dress and hop in the front of the van. We start driving. "I bet you're glad you emailed me, huh?" "Oh, hell yeah. Without a doubt." "What's going through your head so far?" "You know what..." "Yeah, but I want to hear you say it." "You are incredibly sexy and I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now." I blush. Such a sweetheart. "Thanks. I am certainly enjoying myself too. Remember, I still have to make you cum." We drive for about 5 minutes and I find a dark, hidden office complex. We won't be seen here. We hop in the back again. "Take your pants off." You do, and surprisingly your cock is still as hard as it was before. "Time to share some of my skills with you." I lick your cock from the base to the tip, and then in one swift motion I take the entire thing down my throat. You exhale loudly. I bob my head up and down your amazing length, hearing small, young moans escape you. I moan around your cock and it makes your legs tremble. "Hold my hair please". You gather my long hair in your hand and I lean down a bit so you can see your cock go in my mouth. I stare up at you, my eyes wide and willing. You lean your head back, and instantly bring it back towards me. You stare into my eyes. "Oh yes... oh my god..." "Mmm you like when I look at you?" "Fuck yes. Please don't stop." I continue to take you deep in my throat, holding you all the way down. I lick and suck your balls and flick my tongue on the head of your cock. I take a breather and jerk you for a while, occasionally wrapping my breasts around it. "What's going through your head?" "This is so hot..." Such innocence. I smile. I take you in my mouth again, watching your face. You have a look of disbelief. I am surely pleasing you. "Faster," you whisper. I bob my head hard up and down for about 10 seconds. "I'm gonna cum!" You moan so loud as your hot load pours into my mouth. You seem to cum over and over. I squeeze the base of your cock, and pull all the way up, releasing every last drop. "Wow, you're a heavy cummer." "I know. Sorry." I snicker. "Don't be sorry, that's a good thing, baby." You shake with sensitivity, and I sit back, admiring you. We sit in silence as you catch your breath. I break the silence. "So do you want to talk a bit? Do you have to be home?" "I can stick around a bit, I suppose. What should we talk about?" I shrug. "Um... well let's see. What would you say was your best sexual experience in your life?" "Are you kidding?! THIS!!" I burst out in laughter, "Don't say that! Really, what was your best one?" "I am so not kidding, Jen. This was the hottest thing I've ever experienced." "Oh. Well, glad I could be that for you. I guess you want to see me again sometime then?" "Definitely!" "The feeling is certainly mutual. Let's start heading back." We hop in the front seat again and I start the engine. The radio plays Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel. We look at each other and bust out laughing. "How perfect is that?!" "That is too funny!" I turn up the volume and we dance like idiots to the most perfect song for the moment. I pull up to your dorm, steal one more kiss from you. "Thanks again." "No, thank YOU, Jen. Best night of my life." I wave goodbye as I drive away.