Cram Session

Paul moistened his soft lips with his tongue. With a
tenderness that made my spine quiver, he wrapped his fingers
around the shaft of my tool and squeezed. Like a piece of
ripe fruit being juiced, my swollen cockhead surrendered an
abundance of sticky nectar. I held my breath, watching as
the crest of my manhood disappear inside his hot, wet mouth.

My hands slid down Paul’s back onto his horny, round
ass. Man, his skin was like satin, but the underlying muscle
was rock hard. I pulled the cheeks of his sweet, young ass
apart and began exploring his fuzzy crevice with curious
fingers.

As my fingers brushed lightly over Paul’s sweat matted
tendrils of butt fur, he drew my cock deeper into his mouth.
This guy’s mouth possessed a suction that was nothing short
of phenomenal. For a moment, I thought he was going to suck
my balls right out through my piss-tube.

I kept one hand busy playing with Paul’s beautiful ass,
while holding firmly to the back of his head with the other.
Instinctively, my hips began to hump. The rhythmic back and
forth motion drove the head of my dick deeper and deeper into
Paul’s throat. He moaned passionately as my balls, dripping
with drool, slapped wetly against his chin.

“That’s it,” I sighed. “Eat my dick. Take it all.
God, you’ve got a great mouth.”

Paul chewed and sucked my meat until I was on the verge
of shooting my wad. Spitting out my slick, shimmering rod,
he rubbed his cheek against my thigh. “What next?” He asked.

I tightened my fingers in his hair and pulled his head
back so I was looking into his handsome face. There was no
fucking way I could resist his juicy mouth. I smothered his
lips with mine, and drew his hot, fluttering tongue into my
mouth. Christ, he had a sweet tongue. If his cock tasted
half as good as his tongue, I was in for a real treat.

Holding his face in my hands, I looked into his
sapphire-blue eyes. I was breathing hard. My heart was
thumping like a pile driver. “Stand up,” I panted. I really
wanted his cock, but as he came up on his knees I could not
resist sucking his small, copper-tinted nipples.

I grunted passionately as each of his BB sized buds
stiffened beneath the tip of my flittering tongue. His flesh
was hot with the fever of male lust. I had never before had
anyone surrender to me so completely, which was perfect,
because I wanted this gorgeous, blond God in every way
imaginable.

After kissing Paul between his well rounded pecs, I
began a gradual descent down his smooth torso. He stood up
slowly, his thighs quivering with anticipation as the head of
his cock gently raked across my slobbering lips. I opened my
mouth to receive him, but he chose to tease me by making a
moving target of his bloated crest. He repeatedly flexed,
causing his rigid shaft to bob up and down wildly.

After finally trapping Paul’s frenzied organ between his
abdomen and my starving lips, I took in a deep breath and
held it, savoring the musky aroma of his manhood. Only the
tip of his cockhead was exposed. The rest of his sensitive,
helmet shaped knob remained hidden beneath a thick fold of
tightly stretched foreskin.

I took his dick in my mouth and began working it back
and forth between my sodden lips. The head of his cock burst
beyond the limits of its supple sheath and my tingling taste
buds were brought to life by the sensual tartness of his
flesh. Pre—cum oozed like molasses down the back of my
throat as I buried my nose in the dense bush of wiry hair at
the base of his shaft. His ball-sac tightened around his
swollen bangers, and I knew I had to back off, or risk having
him cum in my mouth.

“Fuck me,” Paul gasped, as his dick slithered from my
mouth. He turned around and again dropped onto his hands and
knees. Between his sun tanned thighs his beautiful, pink
balls dangled loosely. “I’m so fucking hot, I can’t wait,”
he panted. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Palming the cheeks of Paul’s firm ass, I spread open his
narrow butt crack. An abundance of soft, blond hair filled
his steamy crevice, but even though all that manly thatch, I
could see his tight, crimson pucker flexing. I touched the
center of his orifice and felt it grow tense. Clearly, I
needed to loosen up his tight fuckhole before making any
attempt to enter him.

Dropping down behind him, I stuck the tip of my tongue
up his twitching manhole. After getting him good and wet, I
eased first one, then two fingers up his hungry butt. Paul
whimpered softly. “Oh God, that feels great.” He rocked back
and forth as my fingers probed deeper into his hot, sticky
rectum.

“I think you’re ready to have something bigger up your
ass.

“Oh yeah, give me your cock,” Paul moaned. “Fuck me
good.”

Paul’s pucker was seething with sweat, spit and butt
slime. The cheeks of his amazing ass shuddered as I rewarded
his lustful yearning with the brute stiffness of my sheathed
cock. We both shook with unbridled passion as the fire in
his belly washed over my embedded tool. The walls of his
sticky rectum clung to my throbbing rod. It felt like there
were hundreds of tiny, busy fingers stroking my cock, all
working in unison to pull me deeper into the dank hollow of
his twitching fuckhole.

Streams of sweat drenched our tense bodies as I ground
my pubic thatch into his gaping butt crack. The more I
sweat, the harder and faster I humped. I had elevated my
thrusting to a gate that can only be described as frenzied.

Paul threw back his head and whimpered passionately.
“Don’t cum in my ass. I want to see you shoot. I want to
feel your warm, sticky cock juice squirt all over my face.”

He was sure cutting it close. His request hadn’t come a
moment too soon. I pulled my cock out of his ass and he
immediately rolled over and sat up, eyes dancing with
excitement as he watched me rip the condom from my throbbing
shaft.

My cock jutted from my groin at a forty-five degree
angle; hot veins bulging, flexing with climactic tremors. My
heart raced as Paul reached for my organ. The mere touch
of his fingers was all it took to send me over the brink.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

My piss tube convulsed as Paul tightened his grip around
my cock. The muscles in my thighs and buttocks stiffened as
a gooey volley of jism erupted across Paul’s elated face.
Velvety cock cream oozed down his cheeks and dripped off his
chin onto his thighs. Greedily he continued to pull on my
rod until he was satisfied that I had nothing more to give.

“Lick my face,” said Paul. “Lick it clean.”

I took his angelic face in my hands and licked the
thready spew from the tip of his handsome nose. As I
thoroughly washed his face with my tongue, Paul hammered away
on his cock. Ecstasy over came him, contorting his boyishly
handsome features. His cock showered my feet with huge globs
of man cream, which his hot, spiky tongue promptly consumed.

Paul stretched out across the thick carpet. I’m not
exaggerating one bit when I tell you he looked like a
gorgeous model posing for an erotic center fold. I fell back
on the couch, sipping my wine as I admired the view. I
suppose its obvious by now that this was turning into an
exceptionally rewarding cram section. God knows, we needed a
moment to catch our breath before continuing with our studies.