3 Some

author: Nikolai Kingsley

I take this slowly, at first; as I know that even if he's familiarwith the idea, he isn't yet comfortable with it. I would have likedto break the ice with a few videos, but circumstances didn't permit.I settle for some Kahlua and hardcopy of some erotica I'd written(not actually with him in mind, but recent circumstances hadencouraged a tend towards genericity...). The apartment is warm; nottoo hot, but as it's freezing outside, it's a welcome contrast.Cosy.

I wouldn't have taken it this far, except that he'd confessed (toour mutual friend) that he'd wondered what it would be like, to haveme up his ass (although, at the moment, that isn't what I have inmind...). I suspected that he was trying to impress her... I guessI'm about to find out.

...and, no matter how I look at this, strategically, there's goingto be one point where I make a move that he's going to regard as `theturning point'. I may be regarding this too analytically... still,supposing that I'm right, I then decide to make that first move abold one, as a sort of `I'm serious here!' gesture; I move close tohim, practically sitting in his lap, and place my hands between hislegs. Our eyes meet; we stare at each other, unblinking, for perhapsten seconds; I sense that, maybe, he's going to withdraw, so I movemy hand against his crotch, sort of cupping it around his balls(which I can feel through the material of his jeans) and put my armaround his shoulders. Well! He doesn't run screaming from theroom... on the contrary, he closes his eyes and sinks back into thecouch... and, yes, I believe he has the start of an erection. Whichis a relief, as I don't think I could go any further if he didn't. Ipress myself against him, my head resting on the front of hisshoulder; I move my hand again, the palm against his stomach, myfingers pressing into the bulge of his erection, moving it slowlyfrom side to side.

She enters, dressed in her usual jeans and pink floyd T-shirt. Ipause to admire the way the psychedelic design curves around herbreasts, aware that my companion is doing the same thing. She sitsdown on the couch next to him, puts her arms around his shoulders(over mine) and kisses him. He rises to the occasion (so to speak), pressing his mouth eagerly to hers, and yet he doesn't appear tohave forgotten me, as he moves his crotch forward, pressing againstmy hand. We sit there, the three of us, slowly shifting back andforth, until it proves too much for him and he tries to push heraway. She makes that snarling sound which I've always translated as`Oh, no you don't - *I* make the rules around here!' and shoves himover sideways so that he's forced over the arm of the chair with herpractically lying on top of him, mouths still joined in a kiss. Iscoot around to his front and position myself between his legs,thinking that she's a tactical genius. He's still pushing back as Ipress harder against the front of his jeans... he moans quietly asthe heel of my hand rubs the base of his penis, and suddenly he'strying to undo his jeans with his one free hand. I help him,unzipping the fly and tugging at his denims as he lifts his hips (asmuch as he can with her holding him down). His erection had almostescaped the narrow confines of his underpants, so I help it, tuggingthe waistband down ... I'm impressed! Either the head isn'tnoticeably wider than the shaft, or that it's unusually thick (well,noticeably larger than mine... :-\). I carefully take it in my hand,squeezing gently, feeling its warmth as it swells even larger. Thisis getting a tad intimidating... as she pushes him further back overthe arm of the chair in what must be a rather uncomfortable position,his groin is thrust out towards me. I can't resist the temptation totouch the end of his penis with my tongue; holding it steady with onehand (my fingers barely wrap all the way around), I slowly,tentatively lick the underside of the head, my tongue travellingaround the end, eventually arriving at the tip. I taste the faintsalt tang of the droplet of clear fluid that my tongue encountersthere; it sets off something inside me, and I have to restrainmyself. I want to be close to him, closer than just hugging him; Iwant him inside me. Yes.

This is something that I envy my female companion. She's experienced this; I'd seen her tease him for hours on end, bringinghim close to the edge and then withholding herself from him, pushinghim until he'd grown impatient with her games and had taken her,brutally, as I wished he'd been able to take me. I think of her,pressed underneath him, both her hands held above her in one of his,her head thrown back in sensuous ecstasy, his hips forcing her legsapart, his other hand darting below to stroke her, to fold her open.I couldn't help but feel jealous. Simultaneously, I'd wanted to behim, and I'd wanted to be her.

I wanted to be below him, to feel his weight pressing me back intothe bed... to tense my muscles against his, to feel his hot breathagainst my neck, but, yes, I wanted to be held down and fucked byhim. I wanted to feel his cock slide into me, feel the head pressingapart lips I'd never possessed and had only vaguely dreamed ofpossessing. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and feel himfucking me, slamming into me, his hips against mine. Shaking myhead, I return to the task at hand -

I manage to suppress the fact that this is the first time I've eventouched another guy's erection (thinking, if I'm going to be acocksucker, I'll be a good one!) as my tongue makes a few morecircuits, my lips touching him, my head making slight forward- andbackward motions as I combine slow hand-massage and kissing. My lipssettle around the end of the head, and I tease the underside againwith my tongue. I gather from the sounds he's making, slightlymuffled by our mutual friend's attentions, that he doesn't object towhat I'm doing.

I'd formed a vague sort of list of things to remember; try to keepmy teeth out of the way, things that turned me on when she was doingthis for me. It all vanished in the face of this, this object - hiserection - it was getting bigger as I applied suction to the head. Iclosed my eyes and, for a moment, I submerged myself in the feelingof complete submission, a sense of being reduced to nothing exceptthat which gives him pleasure.

I had no idea as to what to do next; he solved this problem (or,perhaps, our mutual friend's attentions compelled him) by thrustingforward. The motion was slight, a matter of a few inches, but itforced the trunk of his erection past my lips, the head pushing mytongue flat against the bottom of my mouth. The section just behindthe head is now -much- wider than before, and I'm glad I'd taken adeep breath just before he pushed. Coordination! I squeeze as hardas I can with my lips and slide back, trapping the head and sucking;with the fingers of my right hand encircling the base, I can feel theblood rushing into him as I suck. With thumb and forefinger, Itighten my grip gently and draw upwards as my lips move down again.Prepared, this time, I manage to comfortably encompass the firstthree inches (my best guess), my lips sealed tight around the middle,my tongue tracing the bulging, pulsing veins, flicking over thechannel that runs along the underside, pressing the head against theroof of my mouth.

After experimenting with a few different motions, I settle on acombination of squeezing the base, my hand moving slowly up and down,with my lips moving over the end, my saliva lubricating the head(which has grown to the size of a large egg), quickly sweeping down,taking in as much as I can before fastening my lips and slowlydrawing back. From the sounds he's making, I can tell this is goingto work.

My other hand pushes his underpants back further and I reach downto hesitantly touch his scrotum. In the warmth of the room (and,most likely due to the ministrations of our mutual friend and, ofcourse, my performance!) his balls move loosely within their skin.The tips of my fingers trace their outline, divide them, gentlysqueeze them; while my hand- and mouth-motions continue (increasingonly slightly in pace), I ever-so-carefully encircle the scrotum withmy other hand, his balls held firmly in my grip. I tug downward; hemoans and bucks his hips with renewed enthusiasm. The edges of mymouth, straining around the wrist-sized circumference of his cock,twitch momentarily in a smile. Holding his balls in my left hand, Iextend my index finger and press the tip into his perineum. This iswhere his penis joins his body; I can feel its base, and (this isquite a complicated manoeuvre, in retrospect) I'm sucking on the head,massaging the middle and rubbing the base, all just enough out ofsynchronisation so that he doesn't feel obliged to come.

I can't tell what our mutual friend is doing, but she must havedone something; he arches his back and lets out a muffled groan. Idraw back with his motion, then I shove my head forward, my lipsmeeting my hand as I take (I'm guessing again, but at least) fiveinches of his cock in my mouth. I relinquish my grip on his scrotum,both hands joined around the base of his penis, pressing together andpushing; moving my head from side to side with a sinuous motion, Iwork my lips even further down, the head pushing towards the openingof my throat (my gag reflex was there, but not so insistent that Icouldn't ignore it), the sides rubbing against my teeth despite myjaw being open as far as possible, my lips closing eagerly around theexposed section of the base above my hands. I close my eyes andsuck, my tongue flattened along the underside, the insides of mycheeks pressing in against him, feeling him swell even larger thanbefore; then, I move my thumbs underneath his balls and press theminto his perineum as hard as I can. His cries are muffled, but hisreaction is immediate; his hips buck involuntarily, his cock jerkswithin my mouth, and he comes. In a moment of serene detachment, Ican feel the hot fluid coursing down the channel; carefully, I openmy jaws just a bit wider, clamp down harder with my lips and,ignoring the rapidly growing collection of semen at the back of mymouth, slowly, sensuously, draw my head back, my lips caressing eachcontour, each raised ridge and vein along the way, the bulge behindthe head squeezing its way out, the clearly-defined edges of the headtrapped behind my lips. I can taste him now; slightly bitter, salty,and hot. My hands press into him and surprisingly, he jerks and comes again, a drawn-out, straining climax that floods my mouth withwarmth. I drink it all down, my tongue massaging the head, dartingout of my mouth to lick the underside again.

I encircle the base of his penis with my right hand and slowly,carefully milk the last drops from him. He's slumped back in thechair after his second climax, our mutual friend kissing and lickingsweat from his face. I glance up at her and she winks back at me.The end of his penis, still rigidly erect, slips from between my lipsand I bury my nose in the wiry pubic hair, nuzzling him, relishinghis scent, his warmth. I feel his erection pulse against my cheek,and I smile. I think he's probably ready for some more...
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