Another Andy Macdonald story. If you like this first part, then let me know at:
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Suck Seb!
by Andy Macdonald.
Although the place was quite crowded, the tables filled with lots of regulars, we were the only two guys perched a bit precariously on stools up at the bar. Seemed stupid for us both to just sit there in silence. Bored. Reading the beer ads. Anyway he was cute. And new. And yes, I was interested. So nothing ventured, nothing gained . . . .
"Hi, I'm Andy" I introduced myself with a grin.
"Seb."
"Seb?" Sebastian he explained looking embarrassed, "Stoopid name, don't know why they wanted to call me Sebastian. Thank Goodness, though, everyone calls me Seb."
I looked at him more closely, young, innocent, cute, desirable. I imagined him cavorting with a group of beautiful starkly clad Roman soldiers - swimming, wrestling and finally nailed to a cross, virtually naked, his body covered in arrows . . . .
"You have to call me Seb, OK?"
. . . . . he wasn't a Roman soldier, he was a programmer. C++. - "Lucky to get a really cool job straight out of uni".
My mind shot back to the present and I moved from opening gambit to more general conversation. He responded. I flirted a bit. He responded in kind. I gazed at him, sexy body built to perfection, probably about twenty years old. Thin but not scraggy. Well muscled but not overly so. Beautiful, long, blond hair, unfashionably long, half way down to his shoulders. And smouldering green eyes that gazed deep into his listener's own eyes.
We talked. We drank. We played a couple of games of pool and drank and talked some more. In no time it was closing time. "Last Orders!" that unbelievably British summons to drink up and leave - with the night barely started.
"My place?" I reckoned it was a safe bet by the way the evening had gone and the sort of glances I'd caught when he thought I wasn't watching him.
Seb didn't answer but he grinned at me and, when I got up, he bounded after me like a happy blond puppy. Although I was 24 and he, I guessed had to be 19 or 20, all his actions made him seem a lot younger than me.
"Great car."
Yes. He was right. James Bond's BMW. Seb's eyes shone as he climbed into the passenger seat and we roared off down the road. I could tell he loved the quick 15 minute ride to my place.
I fumbled in my pocket for my keys, hardly able to wait to get myself and my blond, hunky prize into my apartment. I opened the front door and ushered him in. At last I had him alone, all to myself. He was mine for the taking, to do with as I liked. I was sure now that he was one hundred percent gay and I guessed, by the look of the lust that smouldered in his eyes, that I could really have my wicked way with him. I could do with him what ever turned us on. He was young, innocent and hooked. I reckoned he was inquisitive and horny as only an inexperienced twenty- year-old can be.
"Straight down the passage," I said, gazing at the thin, worn material that contained his luscious bottom, with mounting desire. We entered my sitting room and he glanced quickly around, taking it all in with the lightening speed of a twenty-year-old.
"Hey - nice place. Cool stereo and TV. Leather sofa. Great!"
"Coffee? Drink?"
"A drink . . . what've ya got?"
"Bacardi and Coke?"
"How did you know Andy? My favourite bevvy."
I went into the kitchen, grabbed the ice and coke from the 'fridge and set up a couple of powerful rum 'n cokes. I brought them back into the sitting room, handed Seb one and touched our glasses together. We both remained standing and took a goodly swig of our drinks. Seb put his glass down and gazed at me. I sensed that he was unsure now, didn't know what to do - and I could see that the steady drinking we'd done in the pub was having a considerable effect. I'd have to see that he went easy on the rums 'n cokes, I didn't want a solo seduction, I wanted lusty young reaction.
I stood back and looked at him, running my eyes from his pretty face with the gorgeous eyes, long eye lashes, high cheek bones, pert little snub nose and luscious kiss-worthy lips. Down past his broad shoulders, across a firm, manly chest, slender waist, probably only 28 inches, his soon to be explored groin, long colt-like legs clad in thin, cotton slacks.
"Turn round!"
He spun on his heels, paused for a few seconds with his back to me and then spun round to face me again. I'd ogled his cute bum, framed by the slightly tight-fitting slacks which had ridden up into his bum-crack, emphasising the muscularity of his buttocks.
"Yesssss!" I thought, I have to get into those slacks very soon.
I moved towards him and let the back of my hand glide very softly over one of the small nubs protruding through his thin cotton shirt. Seb sighed. I moved my hand to graze so softly across the other one. Seb leaned into me and our faces touched. I could smell Seb's body-smell and feel the heat of him. Our mouths closed together, lips gliding over each other. Lips opening and we slid into a deep, sexy kiss. As our tongues duelled, first in his mouth and then in mine, Seb's sighs of passion were right in my ear. Our groins automatically thrust inwards and, as our kiss deepened, so we ground together. I broke the clinch and moved back a little. I stared at Seb's crotch and saw the outline of his weapon, crouched in its double cotton prison. I needed to see very closely what he'd got imprisoned in its cotton pouch.
Slowly I extended my arm and my fingers gripped the bottom of his shirt, I eased it out of the waist band of his slacks, revealing the elastic of his underpants, and started to raise it up towards his head. Seb automatically raised his arms, like a compliant child, allowing me to pull the shirt over his head and, at the same time, gaze at the matted hair in his arm-pits from which I got a strong whiff of male sweat. This boy was getting aroused - and he wasn't the only one"!
All my movements were slow and careful, I was handling Seb as I would a nervous puppy. For he was nervous, I could tell. But eager. Inquisitive and oh so horny. He wanted this just as much as I did. The difference was I knew what a sexual thrill I was going to have and he could only guess at it - but things would soon change.
Then I found the tang of his zipper. I eased the zipper down and spread the flies of his slacks apart. Now I was confronted by a pair of light blue cotton boxer-trunks caging a plump appendage. With great care, I eased down the slacks, over his hips, down his slightly hairy thighs and down his shins, to leave them puddled around his ankles. He looked voluptuous as he stood there, bare-chested and with his obvious assets lightly covered by the thin blue cotton underwear.
I paused. Stood back and drank in the wonderful sight of this young, aroused male. Oh Yessss, I was just loving this. Now the underwear had to be removed. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, feeling the warm, firm flesh of his waistline, and slid his underpants slowly down to lie inside his slacks, down at his ankles. Did I say that Seb was excited? As the cotton slid down and freed his weapon its urgent stiffness caused it to thwack up against his taut stomach. Seb was breathing heavily and watching me, wondering what would happen next. He started to move his hands to cover his naked erectness but I seized his wrists and planted his hands back down at his sides.
First things first. I needed to look at his cock. Not just a cursory glance not a just the usual hurried, surreptitious examination that is all you get if you glance across at another guy having a piss. I needed enough time to convince Seb that some kind of treat was in store for him, but he had to realise that he had to allow me to do with him, and particularly with his cock, exactly what I wanted.
I stretched my hands forwards towards Seb's hands, he clasped them and I pulled him gently forward. He seemed to sense what to do and eased off each shoe and manoeuvred his feet free of the hobble of his slacks and underwear. I turned him slightly and gently eased him onto the leather settee. He sat and I gently pushed his chest so that he was lying, naked, vulnerable, flat on his back. By now, what with the newness and strangeness of all this, his turgid great rod had shrivelled back to its meek, docile state. I wasn't worried. Things would soon change back to the proud, erect state that I'd just witnessed.
I took his cock very gently in my extended fingers and looked at it. I knew that there was no way that he would stay soft, not while I was worshipping his oh so very private equipment. I knew that no man can stay soft under these circumstances, when it is apparent that the person gazing at his cock is worshipping it. Thrilled to be privy to its magnificence. As soon as my fingers delicately touched his privacy, his cock became hard again. I could see it pulsing with each of his heart beats, pulsing and growing into its former erect state.
Now that his cock was hard again I could enjoy the important parts. The parts sensitive to stimulation by my lips and tongue.
The first thing I could see was that he wasn't circumcised and with a delighted shudder I thought of how I was going to be able to provide the necessary oral caresses that would bring young Seb to heights of passion he couldn't yet have thought possible, no not even in his wildest and wettest dreams.
Then I took a close look at the shaft of his penis. At the bulbous part of his weapon much larger in diameter than his shaft, his plump head, designed to penetrate. To thrust and provide the many nerve endings with thrilling sensations.
I gazed at the outside perimeter of the throbbing plum where it joined the head to his shaft. I thought to myself, Yes, this is the most sensitive place on his cock. It is to that ridge that I would be directing a lot of attention when I started to blow him. I knew to suck around that ridge to the underside of his cock.
I was loving this prolonged inspection of my young hunk's cock. I stared at the joint where the two ends of the irregular ridge came together. I knew that even though Seb's skinny hood had been forced back along the shaft of his penis by its rude, uncontrollable stiffening, that this was the point where his foreskin was attached. The tiny area that is easily the most sensitive spot on his entire body, bundled with sensitive nerves and able to bring him to a shattering climax just as soon as I was ready, by simply tapping the tip of my tongue directly on it. I would soon be spending time caressing his glans and those areas immediately surrounding it.
I let my eyes stroll down the hard length of Seb's shaft, to wonder at his balls. His testicles which I knew were so sensitive to pain but, properly handled by an expert like me, would provide Seb with a high degree of eroticism. They'd provide me with the same thing. I could hardly wait to get my nose down onto his ball-sack and work it into the sweaty area between the sack and his inner thighs. To savour the source of male-musk, crotch sweat. Phemerones which always made me reach a peak of sexual lust.
Now let's go back to the shaft of the matter. The opening in the tip of the glans. The piss hole and the orifice from which his cum spurts. Hot jets of jism jolted out from deep within his gorgeous body.
I looked at Seb's penis, getting ready to apply my knowledge and skill to his body with my tongue and with my lips. It was time to stop looking, for soon Seb would become restless. It was time for action!
After all that eye worship, his cock was jammed up to his flat, muscular stomach. Now I took his balls in one hand and gently, using first my nose, followed by my tongue, I licked softly along the entire underside of his erect organ. As I sucked along the underbelly I listened and I felt, hearing a soft grunt, feeling a quick spasm, as my tongue reached a particularly sensitive spot. His body actions giving me vivid clues as to which were his most erotic areas.
As I discovered each of these areas of enhanced pleasure I concentrated on them. As usual the most sensitive area was, of course, the place where the corona of his head and his foreskin were attached. I began a continued licking and tapping along this ridge with my tongue and I knew I was risking causing a geyser of hot, sticky, smelly spunk. But I was far too skilled and there was no way I wanted his pleasure - or mine - to end as soon as that.
I could see when he was nearing his climax, I knew to look for tell-tale changes in his penis. The head of his cock starting to swell a bit more than before, an uncontrollable thrusting of his hips forward as he tried to send thrust out his cock to deposit his cum. I abandoned his cockhead for a while, concentrating instead on the rigid shaft, softly, gently feathering my fingers in a teasing wank up and down its stiff length.
Now I placed his stiff cock inside my mouth but without tightening my lips around the shaft. With my head I began a circle motion. Seb's cock slid to different places in my mouth as I continued the circular motion. I circled clockwise and anticlockwise in a slow sensuous way.
By now Seb was moaning, deep in his throat, anxious moans that showed that the pleasure he was experiencing was almost akin to pain. His body writhed around on the leather settee and his hips humped wildly, desperately trying to shove his steely cock into the hot, wet orifice that was causing him such exquisite pleasure. He longed to take charge but that I wasn't about to allow.
I removed my face from the sweaty pleasure pit of Seb's groin, clasped his hands and dragged him up into a sitting position, then I eased his knees apart so that, once again, his privates were available to my sexual onslaughts. I lifted his rampant cock to reveal his balls and with my tongue I found the underside of his balls. Resting his balls on my wet tongue, I licked in an upward motion to the very tip of his cock, at the same time using my hands to slid up the spit-slicked shaft. Up and down I slid, Seb's moans deepening and his body thrashing wildly
On the fourth slide I took his cock into my mouth by closing my lips tight then suctioning them over the engorged bulb and slid my moistened tongue lovingly over the head until my lips closed around his shaft just at the point behind his rim. At the same time I grasped the shaft of his cock with my spit-covered hand giving him the sensation of having his penis gripped by a hot, wet muscle. I wanted this novice to have the experience of his life so far. I was employing every trick that I knew and by the frenzied whimpering and the thrashing of his young body, I knew I was having considerable success! I twisted my head from side to side making sure my moist lips stayed in contact with his head-rim. At the same time I gently moved my hand up and down his shaft.
He was getting close. Oh so close! I knew that he couldn't hold back the scalding jolts of man-spunk for very much longer. He needed desperately to CUMMMMM. Fiercely he tried to push my head further down his shaft. I knew he wanted to drive his cock deep into the torturing orifice that was causing him such ultimate pleasure. Rather than miss out on this wild release, I forced my mouth off the battling shaft and gently sucked around the head as he was sure that he was going to climax. I knew that this was intensifying his pleasure. But I had not finished with poor, desperate Seb quite yet. I had one more trick up my sleeve!
I placed my thumb at the very base of his dick so that I blocked the tube along which his semen had to travel, it could not escape even though he was spasming and going through the reflex action of ejaculating his spunk. At the same time I sucked vigorously on the head of his cock and delayed his cum for several agonising moments. When I finally allowed the cum to jet out I knew that his orgasm was lasting much longer and was more intense. He blasted like a randy stallion, jetting his load deep into my eager mouth.
As soon as the last jolting spurt had left his flaring cock, Seb tried to wriggle his weapon free of my torturing mouth but I rode out the storm and continued to milk it, continued my suctioning, knowing the exquisite pain/pleasure that was filling Seb's body and Seb's mind. With a loud gasp he wrenched his penis free and collapsed back onto the settee, flushed sweating and spent. His eyes were closed and his face mirrored the post orgasmic pleasure that he had just experienced.
Gently I stroked his hot young body. Light, gentle finger-tip caresses soothing him as he came down from the high. Seb slept and I gazed down at his male perfection.
After a few minutes his eyes fluttered open.
"You. Andy. What about you? That was so good for me."
"Sure, Seb. But don't worry, my time will come," I answered. "But hey, you can't sleep there, you'll get cold. Let's go to bed."
I held out my arms and he clasped my hands, I hauled him up to his feet, hugged him close and together we shuffled off to my bedroom and snuggled together under the duvet. Warm, safe and cosy. Seb fell asleep instantly. I lay there, lust-filled thoughts flitting through my mind. But I must have dosed off too, my sexy thoughts blending into excited dreams.
Some while later I was fully awake, revelling in Seb's warm body clamped to mine, hearing his deep regular breathing. Smelling his warm maleness. All this was making me mad with desire. I couldn't help myself. I had to explore again his magnificent body. Not with my eyes this time but with my finger tips. With a feather-light touch I ran my fingers across his chest, down, ever lower, down across his dimple of a belly-button, across his flat, hard stomach until I arrived at the soft, warm hair that guarded the approaches to his private parts. My exploration missed out the flaccid cock that nestled inside the protection of his groin and settled instead upon the two objects which I knew could enhance Seb's feelings more than any other. For me the balls are primary sexual objects. I know that many men are extremely sensitive and that there must be a huge amount of trust before Seb could willingly let me have undisputed use of his two fundamental objects of delight! With an even softer, more gentle touch I caressed the soft skin of his ball sack. I felt the skin alter beneath my fingers, tighten a little. My exploration was making me frantic to experience Seb's sexy body not merely by touch but to expose it to my other senses. To smell it more closely. To taste it. To hear again his expressions of utmost sexual desire.
Oh so slowly, I turned and eased myself down the bed, wormed my way under the covers so that my face slid over his flat stomach to arrive opposite my goal. Now I was able to replace my searching fingers with my nose, to sniff out the sex-scents that emanated from his cock and balls. I knew that a man's balls are extremely sensitive to pain but I longed to take both his balls in my mouth. As a preliminary to this private assault on his manhood I thoroughly wet them with my tongue prior to taking them into my mouth. Now I could feel the tiny hairs on his testicles and I knew that by giving his balls a complete tongue bath prior to taking them into my mouth, I'd pressed the hairs down along the surface of the sac and therefore I would'nt cause him any pain by pulling on them. Seb's balls were plump, too plump for me to get both into my mouth, so with my tongue I rolled them within their scrotal sac.
But what was this. Above me there was a major stirring. With regular spasms, Seb's gorgeous cock was awakening. Lengthening, thickening, becoming more rampant with each of his heart beats. Filling, engorging. Above me I heard a long, deep groan of pleasure. Seb was awake!
But I was in hog heaven. I nosed my way around his groin, smelling the concentrated aroma that sprang from between his hot ball ack and his inner thigh. As I worked my sluttish way around, his legs opened wider to grant me access to where my probings were taking me. I slid my face deep between his muscled legs, sliding along the ridge of muscle that lay under his balls and led towards his very core. I licked, he groaned.
OooOOOooo
There's more! Seb had experienced ultimate pleasure, now it was my turn.
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