Ice Ice Studly Masturbation
Rodney stared at himself in the mirror.
He flexed his biceps, loving the almost obscene softball shape on each arm. As much as he loved posing, he loved one thing more.
Nude posing.
He slipped the posing strap off his hips, down his legs and off his feet.
Rodney was proud of his penis. The limp limb hung off him for about 8 inches soft. The manly member would grow another inch when rigid.
Rodney was getting excited.
The e-mails had arrived Thursday, but Rodney decided to wait until today, Saturday, in the afternoon, to open them.
He essentially knew what they contained.
The cyber chat had intrigued him. Cyber sex had not occurred. Instead, the man on the other end had teased and titillated Rodney.
The instructions were clear: get 6 ice cubes, a small paperclip, and 2 nipples clamps (clothes pins, chip clips, etc.). When Rodney had those, he was to send a digital picture to Ravenall, the other man.
Ravenall would then send the series of e-mails.
The night they chatted, Rodney couldn't find a small paperclip, but he'd picked one up Tuesday. Thursday, he noticed the e-mails began to arrive, named and numbered in the subject line: Masturbate - 1, Masturbate - 2, and so on.
Ravenall had made sure Rodney had a lap-top computer (or one where the screen could easily be seen from the bed.
Semi-hard, Rodney lay naked on his bed, his lap-top to his left. The three items rested on the nightstand to the right.
He clicked open Masturbate - 1.
"Hi Rodney. Relax and enjoy," it began. "Take your ice cube and start rubbing it over and around your left nipple. Start, then come back and read more."
Rodney used his right hand to grasp a cube, then started as instructed. He'd never played with ice. He jolted, arcing his back a bit, then adjusted to the sensation.
His left hand scrolled the e-mail so he could read further.
"Ice that left tit until it's near numb. While doing so, think about your first blow job. How old were you? Who's dick was it? How old was he? Where did you meet, and how did you first make contact? Bar? Bookstore? Internet? College? How and where? "Start, then come back and read more."
Rodney blushed. His college roommate had caught him jacking off in the dorm room, to a weight lifting magazine.
The roommate, Doug, had locked the door, and had Rodney suck him off, holding Rodney's head on Doug's dick, having him taste cum with his first blowjob. Doug was an average looking guy with an average cock, but the muscled Rodney had put Doug to bed nearly every night after that with a blowjob.
His left tit hurt.
He scrolled down.
"Nipple clamp your left tit, then repeat the process on your right tit, Rodney, thinking about the first time a dick was slid into your hot ass. Start, then come back and read more."
That was the standard: "Start, then come back and read more."
Rodney began icing the right tit, a blue chip clip pressed on his left tit.
College again, blowing Doug. Rodney was lost in the blowjob. He didn't notice the door open. Doug usually locked it. The click of the lock alerted Rodney to the third person in the room, but Doug's hand on the back of Rodney's head kept him in place.
Doug liked to lay in his bed with Rodney on all 4s, beside the bed, tongue-polishing Doug's dick.
Rodney felt a wetness on his asshole as Doug delivered dick down Rodney's throat. Someone was eating Rodney's ass, and since Doug wasn't really reacting, Rodney figured Doug knew the person, and had actually arranged the "meeting".
Rodney began moaning around Doug's dick as the unseen man started chowing down on Rodney's pulsing pucker. Being a muscle man, Rodney was shaved of nearly every strand of hair. He'd left hair on his head, and a trimmed triangle at the root of his pecker, but he'd shaved his ass bare. At least once a week, he brought the blade to his buttock to leave it smooth.
Whoever was back there, was stimulating Rodney. His hips pushed back against the tempting tongue, its talented tip prying open Rodney's virgin hole.
Doug unleashed his cum into Rodney's mouth as he watched Evan eating the college man pussy. Doug tutored Evan, a soccer player from Argentina. Evan was openly gay; everyone on campus knew it. Doug and Evan had fooled around a bit, but when Doug discovered his hunky roommate was into men, he'd invited Evan.
Evan stood up, looking down at the tight, virgin hole he'd been tonguing. His saliva dripped from the hole, and Evan placed his uncut cock at the entrance, his precum mixing with the drool for a natural lube.
"I want to fuck his ass," Evan stated, pushing a little against the pucker, looking at Doug.
Doug looked down at Rodney, his face partially covered by Doug's dick. Rodney looked up; he nodded slightly.
Evan pushed steady and sure, knowing he had a cherry before him, savoring the feel, the taste, the knowledge.
Rodney moaned and cried simultaneously as Doug held Rodney's head as Evan pushed inside the muscled virgin.
Rodney almost came at the memory, the ice on his right tit nearly gone, the nub numb. He reached for another chip clip, put it in place, and scrolled down.
"Next e-mail, boy."
To be continued
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