Desperate Daniel

During my second year at Uni, I had this girlfriend called Kaz (short for Katherine). Although she was about the same age as me, she was a lot smaller than me: shorter in height, lighter in build and delicate in the way she acted. I guess I liked the fact that Kaz had such a vulnerable appearance because it made me feel more protective and put me in a more traditionally masculine role in the relationship which was quite a new experience for me at that time.

Anyway, the events of this story involved my mate Daniel and happened one Saturday night during the time I was seeing Kaz. I lived in University flats at that time, with seven guys sharing a flat. Because it was my second year, we all knew each other very well, and in fact had chosen to live together in the flat. The main objective when we'd moved in was to get as many girls as possible up to the flat to have sex with us: for a while in the September and October we'd had a "golden jockstrap" award for the most prolific one among us in that respect. However, since meeting Kaz I guess I'd calmed down a bit, and while the rest of the guys generally went out on the pull in the evenings, I tended to stay over with Kaz or she came over to stay with me.

The other odd-one-out in the flat was Daniel, a final year medical student. As June - and his finals - approached, he became more and more stressed about, as he put it, "disappointing" his father and started avoiding most social events.

On the weekend in question, Daniel had been talking about having an evening out for a couple of days. There was a student nurses' ball going on in the University Union and Daniel usually put nurses' uniforms way ahead of studying. I actually think, from the amount he used to go on about nurses' uniforms, that it was those which had attracted him towards the medical profession in the first place. So on the Saturday evening, at about nine, Kaz and I got back to an apparently deserted flat with a view to having some wine, listening to some music and spending some time together in bed. The evening went extremely well.

The problem was that afterwards, I couldn't sleep. I've no idea why not - maybe I'd been getting up late all week, or something - but I seemed to lie for hours in the bed with Kaz holding onto me, snuggled into my armpit. It was a single bed and, since I'm a tall and well built guy, it was difficult not to feel cramped with two of us in there. Kaz had no such problem. As soon as she'd orgasmed, straddling my cock on the bed, she'd grown really sleepy. She'd climbed off me and lay down next to me, breathing rapidly. She'd put her small hand around my large cock, wet from her pussy, and started masturbating me, obviously intending that I should cum too. But I saw that her eyelids were growing heavy so I'd pushed her hand away and stroked her hair, telling her to sleep.

Eventually I decided that I ought to do something to help me get to sleep. I considered masturbating but I worried that Kaz would wake up. I didn't want to nip to the bathroom to masturbate. With seven lads sharing a flat, none of whom know the meaning of the word cleanliness, you don't want to hang around in the bathroom for a moment longer than is necessary.

So I got up, intending to finish the rest of the wine off, hoping that it would have a sedative effect. Opening the curtain slightly to allow a little light into the room from the streetlamp outside, I located the bottle. Unfortunately it was empty. Kaz seemed to be able to inhale wine: she was a very big fan and bottles of it never lasted long when she was around.

I thought about where else I could get some alcohol. My mobile phone told me it was ten past eleven. Too late to go to the off license. I knew there was no beer in the fridge. But then I thought about Daniel's stash of lager. He always had a few cans in his bottom drawer. We had an agreement that I could take the odd can as long as I bought him a four pack from time to time. So I quietly let myself out of my room and wandered across to Daniel's room.

I should say that I didn't bother to put any shorts on when I left my room. I considered it unlikely that anyone would be back until after 2 am so I walked naked into Daniel's room, automatically clicking the light on as I entered.

As I told you, I thought he'd be out - he'd been rabbiting on about nurses for about two days - so I guess I kind of jumped back when I saw him spread out on his chair, looking over at me with wide eyes. I think I said, "Fucking hell." After the shock of him being there wore off, I realised I'd caught him wanking. Like me, he was naked and his hard cock was in his hand. His legs were spread open beneath his desk. On the desk, an anatomy book was open and scrawled lecture notes were spread out around it. Next to these, his portable TV/video was silently playing one of his porn tapes showing some girl licking another girl's tits.

I grinned at him. The look of surprise on his face faded. I said, "I thought you were going out to get some of the real thing tonight."

He shifted in his chair, his hand moving to conceal his swollen cock. He said, "I had to get my head 'round some physio tonight. There's so fucking much to remember."

I walked over to his desk to get a can out of one of the drawers. I felt my own cock bobbing around as I walked. I didn't see any need to hide it from him. Jesus, we'd lived together for about six months. The seven of us guys shared each others sights, smells and sounds in the crowded bathroom every morning. There was no need for modesty now.

I felt quite sorry for Daniel. He was obviously panicking about his exams. I said, "The night out would have done you good. You really need a good fuck."

I kneeled down to get a can out of his bottom drawer. He said, "Toss me another." I noticed two empty cans on his desk.

I stood next to him, leaning against the wall. We both opened our cans. His dick was totally soft now and he no longer tried to conceal it. Funny how straight guys get uptight about other guys seeing them hard. We think it's okay to be naked around other guys, but if you have a stiffy you must be queer.

He said, "I really wanted to go out. But I really want to pass these exams. They're more important. I can fuck till my dick drops off after I've passed these."

As he mentioned his dick, I automatically looked down at it. Like I expected to see it drop off or something. It was quite thick and short. Since he'd just been masturbating, his foreskin was peeled back slightly over his bell end, making a little ring for his piss slit to peer out of. His cock was thick and short. His foreskin was darker - slightly browner - than the skin on his stomach and thighs. It looked like his cock had been off to get a tan while the rest of him was working at his desk.

At the same time Daniel looked at my cock. Mine was whiter and longer than his, but quite noticeably thinner. When I'm limp, my foreskin hangs down slightly longer than my bell end, looking like the puckered lips of a mouth. My cock hung down over my large balls, which, because my legs were closed together as I leaned against Daniel's wall, stuck out with the skin pulled tightly over them.

He said, "I haven't had a girl in four months. I'm turning into a fucking monk."

I said, gesturing at the video, "Well you could have been chatting up a young buxom nurse in the time it took you to jack off to that."

I guess he took that as an attack, because he snapped, "Jeez Seb, I've only had it on about 10 minutes. I need to spill my muck sometimes, you know."

I took a swig of the lager. He took a swig of his. Then he said, "I didn't know you were staying in."

I said, "Kaz is over. She's asleep. I was just lying there awake next to her..."

He said, "Yeah. I noticed you smelled, kind of, interesting."

I smiled. I said, "Brings back memories does it?"

He moved his body so that his face was closer to my crotch. About six inches away from my cock. He inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes theatrically and said, "Aaah - the sweet subtle fragrance of a woman." Then he looked up at me, grinning, and said, "Didn't use a condom, eh, Seb?"

I said, "She's on the pill. So I guess I'm pretty covered in... er, sweet subtle fragrance."

Then Daniel surprised me by reaching for my dick, lifting it up and sniffing it. He sniffed the left and right sides of the stem and then around the head. Then, closing his eyes again and grinning, he said, "Mmmm... nice." He kept holding it between his thumb and forefinger.

I said, "Better than the video, huh?" He nodded.

I suppose I expected the joke to end there. But Daniel was clearly enjoying Kaz's pussy smells on my cock. For him it was rather more than a joke between us.

He pulled back my foreskin. I automatically wanted to push him off my cock. Guys just don't normally do that kind of thing with each other. But I let him have his fun. He needed it.

My wet, sticky looking bell end slowly revealed itself to Daniel. He pulled the foreskin all the way back and then pushed his nose right up against my shrivelled bell. The end of his nose touched the slick red glans and a string of sticky liquid joined his nose with my cock.

He said, "Shit that smells hot. You are so fucking lucky to have a girlfriend."

I said, "You're smelling my girlfriend's pussy, Dan. I think I should be offended."

He said, breaking the string of liquid with his finger and then sniffing the moist end of his finger, "It's second-hand pussy. No big deal."

I glanced down and saw him sort of flicking his own cock with his left hand. It was noticeably longer than it had been a few minutes earlier. He was getting off on this!

I said - kind of to find out how far he'd go, I suppose - "It's the taste of it that drives me wild."

He didn't look at my face, just kept on looking at my dick, but I saw a wicked grin develop as my meaning filtered through to him.

Without saying anything or looking up at me, he licked the end of my dick. I was still limp but the feeling of his warm tongue on my bell end was very nice. Rather too nice. I knew that if this were to continue I would get a hard-on.

Then he looked up at me, grinning very broadly, and said, "I see what you mean."

I was going to move away from him at that point. Indicate to him that this had reached its natural end, but without warning he buried his nose into my pubic hair and inhaled. His hand left my cock and cupped my ball sac, drawing it up towards his nose. He was sniffing my entire crotch like a dog. Then he gently licked the stem of my dick.

By now my cock was starting to thicken up: still hanging downwards but definitely growing chunkier.

He looked up at me, still smiling, and said, "I can smell where she's dribbled into your bush, man. That means she must have ridden your cock. She sat on you didn't she?"

I had to laugh at this. "Who do you think you are?" I asked. "Miss fucking Marple?"

He stood up. He had a well-built, respectably muscular body. His chest had a little clump of short brown hair in the middle, but apart from that was hairless. His pubic hair was thicker and darker and his cock stood outwards from it. Not fully hard but sticking away from his balls almost at a right angle. It looked large - about seven inches by now, I guess - and again it's thickness struck me.

He stood right in front of me, both of us kind of grinning at each other wickedly, and moved towards me. For a second I thought he was going to try to kiss me - that would have really freaked me out. But instead he lunged at my chest. Stuck his face into the few wisps of blond chest hair between my pecs. Then, in the same movement, turned his head towards my right nipple.

He said, "Oh God."

He sniffed around my nipple and then licked it gently. I pushed his face away. At first, his eyes were closed - he'd really enjoyed doing that. Then he opened them and stood up again. Now his cock curved upwards, looking even longer. Mine was also sticking out from my balls, but was not yet fully erect. His cock jabbed into the gingery-blond pubic hair above mine. We were similar in height - about six foot two. We looked straight into each other faces.

He said, "I can smell her tits on your chest. Why do womens' tits all smell so good. Do they use a special spray?"