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Majoring in Giving Pleasure 03
Her hot breath was warming up my lips and her tongue was dancing in my mouth. We were kissing for several minutes and she was purring like a kitten. Her fingers slipped under my T-shirt and played with my nipples. Circular motions accompanied by moans in my ear. Hot breath on my neck sending shivers and goosebumps down my spine.
The fingers grew bored of the nipple play and started descending down towards my nether region. The fingertips glided across my skin like a feather. As soon as the nails disappeared under the band of my underwear, my arm lashed out like a viper and grabbed her wrist.
`No, not today,'
I wasn't hard. The big lips were kissing me, teasing my neck and the breasts were pressed against me but to no avail.
`Why not? We've been dating for over three weeks. Am I not attractive to you?'
`No you are. I just want to take things slow, that's all,' I said.
`Oh come on. You won't regret it,' and she pushed me down. Like a magician she snapped her fingers and the button of my jeans was undone and with a pull of her arms they were down my knees along with the briefs before I managed to protest.
Silence. Through the gaps between the fingers over my eyes I watched her stare at my dick and my face was getting piping hot.
The last girl I went out with in my home town called me a baby carrot. I was a grower... even though it never grew as much as I'd have liked.
To make things worse, the girl told everyone and the nickname stuck for a while.
`You don't have to say anything. I can just leave,' I said and grabbed the waist of my jeans to pull them up. My knuckles were pale white and palms clammy.
No don't,' she said and laid her hands on mine, just close your eyes and enjoy yourself,' she blinked and lowered her head.
Wet warmth enveloped my dick. A tongue slid into my foreskin and teased my piss slit inside.
She sucked on it like on a limp string of spaghetti cupping and massaging my balls. I was staring at the ceiling. Shadows of the tree branches were extending along the wall from the window and a fly was crawling on the surface looking for something to eat.
She took both the dick and the balls in my mouth and sucked on them. Streak of saliva was drooling down between my ass cheeks. Nothing.
`It's not going to get up, is it?'
`Probably not. I'm sorry I don't know what's going on.'
`Maybe you should just leave,' she said and turned around. She paced across the room, sat down by her table and turned on her laptop.
I pulled up my pants with a light jump and shoved my dick inside.
`Bye then. I'll call you?'
`Hm,' she said and didn't look at me from the screen.
The door closed behind me and I leaned against it, `Why?'
When outside I got my phone out and checked the notifications. A missed call from my mum and nothing else...
`Hey mum.'
`No, sorry. I was busy and couldn't pick up.'
`Yes, everything is fine.'
`Yes, I was with friends.'
`I don't know yet. I'll get the first train I can on Friday. I'll let you know.'
`Love you, too. Bye.'
Friends... apart from Clair who, I felt, just kicked me to the curb... I had no one. I managed to avoid my roommates for three weeks. Managed to avoid him...
Getting up before them and returning late at night. Spending my time either in lectures or the library, cafes. Alone.
I didn't remember making friends being this difficult when I was a kid.
I expected to leave Clair's much later and had no real plan. I wandered the streets with no real destination in mind. Light rain was drumming on my face.
My shoulder jerked and hurt. It took a second to process what happened. I bumped into someone.
`Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. You ok?'
`I am. Are you, Dan?' The person said.
The voice. It was raining lightly but gallons of ice cold water were just poured on my head and drenched me to the bone. Of course it was him. Perfect.
`Hey, Matt. Yeah I am. See you later,' I said.
He grabbed my arm and stopped me in my tracks.
`Wait, where are you going? I haven't seen you for eons. Wanna grab something?'
`No, thanks,'
`Come on. Let's have a cup of coffee. I know a cute place around the corner.'
And off he dragged me. Steel grip around my wrist. Deaf to my protests. Looking back at me with the same smile he gave me from the floor three weeks ago. Sparks dancing in his eyes.
Sat in a dimly lit cafe he was staring at me across two jugs of latte comfortable in his sofa. The edge of my chair was digging into my butt.
`So... how's things? Been busy? It's hard to see meet you in our cosy little room.'
`Yeah. I've been busy. Made some new friends to spend time with after my lectures.'
`You're not a very convincing liar. You have the same sad puppy eyes you had the first day. And I saw you roaming the streets like a headless chicken.... not once.'
That knocked the air from my lungs and I dug my eyes into the floor.
`Why are you avoiding me?' he asked sipping his coffee. His irises were piercing me like a spear. They were deeper than the deepest, darkest pit on earth.
`Am not.'
The laughter raised more than one head around us.
`Yes, you are. Since I caught you having fun with my article of clothing.' The sparks in his eyes danced at the mention of that. I hoped this was long forgotten. Dan the gullible.
Have you told anyone?' I mustered the courage to ask, please don't. It was a misunderstanding. I shouldn't have done that.'
`I didn't mind you did that. I minded that you chose to do it when I was gone,' he said and paused. He waited and watched me squirm with a half-smile. That was not what I asked.
`And no. I haven't told anyone...'
That was good news. One less thing to worry about.
`And when are you going to pay me back for our little rendezvous in bed?'
I'm not,' I shouted a little too loudly and lowered my voice. I leaned towards him so one would overhear, I told you I am not gay.'
`Yes you are. The moment you saw me and Patrick I watched your mouth salivate. I get too close to you and you get a boner. Why pretend you're not. What have you to gain?' and with a large gulp he finished his coffee.
He got up and stretched. His T-shirt rose up and his stomach and trail of pubic hair peeked out.
I was nailed to the chair as he walked around the table to leave. He stopped next to me and lowered his head to whisper in my ear.
`Think about it, little lamb. And come to my bed tonight.'
His breath on my skin sent my heart into frenzy. My dick twinged.
He left the cafe and I was sat there in silence staring at my cup. Alone. A tear rolled down my cheek.
The hinges screamed into the night when I opened the door. It was past one o'clock in the morning and the room was dark. Patrick's soft snoring was the only sound breaking the silence. Slowly like a cat I walked towards my bed and undressed. I looked over at Matt's bed. The silhouette under the duvet didn't move.
I slipped under my own blanket and laid my head on the pillow. I prayed to fall asleep quick. But the sleep wasn't coming. I shuffled around and tried every position in the book.
Matt's bed creaked as he turned and I froze. I watched him. My eyes adjusted in the dark and I could see him clearly now. The blanket was covering his legs. His torso was exposed and facing me. The moonlight was enough to let the Adonis's body shine at night. Each ab, each muscle fibre illuminated like a marble statue.
A steel ball was weighing down in my stomach and the sounds of my breathing were overpowering Patrick's snoring. Matt's bed was drawing me in. Calling me.
I got up and paced towards his bed. And back to mine. Again. And again.
`Don't you think you exercised enough now?' He said in the dark and raised his duvet to let me in. Shit! He wasn't sleeping.
I took a deep breath that almost ripped my lungs and bit my lower lip. I put one knee on his mattress.
`No, no, no. There is a strict no pyjamas or underwear policy in place on this side of the room.'
I could tell. The slab of meat hanging low from between his legs couldn't be overlooked be a blind person, even at night. I hesitated and put my leg on the floor again.
`C'mon. Nothing I haven't seen or kissed before.'
I pulled my underwear down and hid under the blanket with him. Trembling like a leaf.
He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my lips. The bed, the floor beneath me bothdisappeared. Through darkness I was falling with him, our lips locked and his fingers exploring my skin. Each touch left the skin electrified and yearning.
I was drinking his lips and losing myself entirely. My dick was so hard it was painful. It was swinging and throbbing. I wanted more. I wanted him. I was drunk on his smell.
`It's your turn to pleasure me today, boy,' he whispered in my ear.
I grabbed his cock to stroke him. Who knew a cock could be so heavy and thick. I could barely wrap my hand around it.
`No. With your mouth.'
`I... I've never done that.'
`Put it in your mouth and let your instinct guide you. Or remember what you've seen in porn. You'll do great,' he said and pushed my head down.
I slid down and his rock hard cock was staring back at me. An inch from my face. I could smell the manliness and the heat on my skin radiating from it. I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around it.
The sweet taste flooded my mouth. A corner of my mouth ripped and I couldn't take more than a couple of inches in before I gagged.
`Easy my little lamb. It's not a race,' he moaned and combed my hair with his fingers.
Up and down I went and took in as much as I could. His soft moans were encouraging me. His hand now gripping my hair and helping me go down on him. Louder moans and whispered `yes'. He liked it. I never made anyone moan before. Hungry I was wolfing down his cock and stroking the base with my hand. Salty taste was leaking on my tongue.
`That's it, boy. Play with my balls with your other hand as well.'
So I did as told. He was thrusting his cock in my mouth gently. My hands, my lips and his hips in perfect sync leading him to the edge. The now bulging veins on his shaft were chafing my lips. The cock was forcing my jaws wide open more and more. He was close.
`Swallow what I'll feed you,' he said and rammed his cock as far as he could. I couldn't breathe and I was choking on it, gagging.
Cum was gushing into my throat and I felt it drip down my throat. Only a hint of its taste on the back of my tongue.
My dick throbbed three times and I started jizzing all over his legs and on his sheets. I was twitching like on an electric chair with his cock still deep in my mouth.
`Well, well, well. Excitable young lamb,' he said. I didn't see his face but knew there was the smile on his face. Two arms grabbed me by my armpits and pulled me up. He kissed me and turned me around to spoon me. It was quiet again apart from Patrick's snoring.
`I have to go to my bed. Patrick will see.'
`That guy is dead to the world. I get up for my morning run before him. I'll wake you up. Good night, boy,' and he kissed the back of my neck.
`Goodnight,' I said. My own cum getting smeared on my legs as he wrapped himself around me.
The sleep came in seconds.