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The Special
By Simon Peter
I was trying to work on my paper in the library. It wasn't going well, not well at all. I kept glancing at the desk facing me. As soon as I had walked in almost an hour ago, the guy sitting and reading there caught my eye. Not that he was a hunk or anything, but the way he slouched, his glasses, his thin beard, the concentrated look on his face, everything about him drew me towards him, as if there was some kind of electrical current attracting me to him.
I hadn't had any sex for a couple of weeks and my nuts were overflowing already. I had been swamped by my studies and the papers I had to write and the impending finals. But sex had always been a very important part of my lifestyle. At twenty-one, with one more year for graduation, I had been quite active sexually. I had enjoyed a variety of partners-male since I am gay-from hunk men on campus to nerdy, black, white, Asian and Latino, muscled and skinny, smooth and hairy, the ultimate top to the submissive bottom. It was true that I hadn't tried any extreme sex, but I wasn't inclined that way. Anyway, I was still young and there was plenty of time to experiment.
I am 5 feet 10 inches tall, slim but not muscled, some chest hair and a lot of pubes, endowed with an eight-inch cock and hanging balls. I have never found it difficult to get someone into my bed.
But now, all I could think of is fucking, and the guy sitting at the table a couple of feet away looked so fuckable that I just couldn't think of anything else.
A couple of times, the guy looked up and caught my eye. He did return my smile the second time and my heart raced. I contemplated walking up to him and asking him if he would like to fuck. Ridiculous.
With a sigh I pushed back my chair and headed for the toilet for a leak. I didn't have an erection or anything, just needed to piss. I finished, shook my dick looking down at it, loving it as always-yes, ok, I like my cock-zipped up, washed my hands and headed towards the door.
In came the guy. Oh, shit and fuck. Why did he wait till I had finished? Damn it. I could have turned around for him as I tucked my cock into my jeans. I could have had the opportunity of seeing his dick at the urinal. We could have struck a conversation. I could have given him a blow job. I could have fucked his ass in one of the shit cabins.
I nodded as he held the door for me. He nodded back. I exited the stupid toilet, seething with anger and frustration. The guy looked so cute with a slim body, a head taller than I was, exactly my favorite. I started to walk away back to the reading room, but on impulse I turned around and went back into the toilet.
"I must have left my car keys here?" I said as I re-entered the toilet.
There he was, standing at one of the urinals, his jeans dropped down a few inches, revealing the beginning of his crack, hairy, delicious, his body arched, pissing into the piss bowl. He turned his face around to look at me and then scanned the floor near him, body still turned towards the urinal, the hissing sound of his piss audible, thick and manly.
I made as if I was looking for the keys near the wash basin, and then walked the few steps to the urinals.
I saw his cock, sideways! It was hard and he was fisting it. Apparently, he got horned and stiffed at my entrance. My heart skipped. He saw me staring. He didn't move away or try to hide his erection.
"Whoa," I said. "Sorry, man," pretending surprise.
"No problem, dude," he said without covering himself, just standing there, back arched, cock erected, a sort of a smile on his face, leery.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I just couldn't. That was why I had returned to the toilet, wasn't it? I froze.
"Don't seem to be any keys around here, buddy," I heard him say and watched him stroke, slowly, in front of me. So inviting. So obvious. So fucking hot.
As if in slow motion, I reached over and replaced his hand with mine, both gazing at each other. He moaned. God, I was pathetic, jacking some guy off in the library toilet. But all my movements were controlled by my lust. The feeling of his hard and throbbing penis in my fist was intoxicating. His gaze kept me transfixed on him.
"You were staring at me back there," he whispered between moans, arching his back further to give me more access to his dick.
Of all the cocks that I had had, this one was special. It must have been my weeks of celibacy, or the staring I had been giving him, imagining all kinds of things, back in the reading room. My eyes must have been telling him stories, sagas, of hot sex. I had no idea what it was. I just grabbed the guy's cock and stroked it.
"Yea," I responded, watching my hand working the hard rod, cut, thick and must have been some 7 inches long. "You're hot." I brushed my lips along the side of his neck, shivers running down my spine.
He grabbed my hand with his and made me go faster, now both of our hands stroking his cock. His moaning got louder, his breathing got shallower, and he ejaculated into my hand, his hand guiding my stroking. I used the sliminess of his first spurts to work his cock for more jizz, milking him, as he arched back and grunted, his eyes closed, his body shivering. I licked his neck and he tasted out of this world, just beginning to sweat, salty and manly.
Still holding onto his softening dick, I bent and kissed him on the lips.
"Want to come over to my place later?" I asked.
"Need you ask?" was the quick and immediate response, as his dick slid out of my grabbing hand and into his briefs.
I was hard as hell, felt as if my erected cock was going to break. I needed to fuck him now.
However, I stepped to the washbasin and washed my hand of his jizz. I was tempted to lick the globs of cum, but I thought that it would look too crass, too vulgar, even pathetic.
As we walked out of the toilet, I gave him my address and we swapped phone numbers.
"You know, man, I'm still fucking hard," I sort of complained as we walked back to the reading room.
He looked at me and smiled.
"Then I would expect something special waiting for me, wouldn't I?" he said, sporting the most beautiful smile, pregnant with meaning and with expectation.
The rest of my day was torture. My erection never subsided. My nuts ached. Like at no time before did I feel the need to fuck.
But then it struck me: I had jacked off a guy's dick in a public toilet without even getting to know his name. But what the hell? "A rose is a rose is a rose..." Who needed a fucking name? Time enough for me to get introduced. All I wanted was to fuck.
He arrived at my place at around five o'clock, as delicious and sexy as ever, a real rose. The rose's name was Nathan.
"So what's the special?" Nathan greeted me with the same meaningful and expectant smile.
I laughed and grabbed my crotch. "All yours, buddy."
We got properly introduced, brewed some coffee, lit up smokes, and enjoyed each other's physical proximity, still fully clothed. I was horny as hell. Fuck, I'd been horny as if since forever, waiting for Nathan.
Fifteen minutes later, the atmosphere in my small apartment was almost exploding with lust and desire from both Nathan and me.
I took our coffee mugs and the ashtray over to the sink and Nathan followed me, wrapped his arms around my waist and glued his front on my back, his lips brushing my nape. I pressed back on him. I felt his erection. He dropped one hand down my chest to grope my crotch. I had already erected. We spent a minute or two grinding, the excitement building up ridiculously high, his cock hard prodding my butt, his hand massaging my erection through the jeans fabric.
I turned around and we kissed. He wrapped his arms around my head and I wrapped mine around his waist, pulling each other closer, tighter, our bulging erections rubbing. I sucked on his lower lip as he licked the inside of my mouth. Intense.
"Let's shower," I mumbled into his mouth without breaking away. For one reason or another, I was dying to see him naked and wet and soapy. I had no idea why this image controlled my desire.
"Ummm. The special comes wet, huh?"
I stared at his green-gray eyes behind the glasses.
"I serviced you in the library toilet. It is only fair that the service be returned in similar circumstances.
But instead of slimy, the special comes wet and soapy."
We both laughed.
"Man, Dan, I never imagined that I would get a hand job back there. But you made me horned as hell and I couldn't control myself."
"I never imagined I would give one either, buddy," I said as I led him to my bathroom and the shower.
As we shed off our clothes, we studied each other's bodies. He hadn't seen my cock, but when I slid down my briefs, my thick 8-incher sprang up at an angle, staring at him. He gasped.
"Fuck, Dan, that's a big tool."
"That's the special, Nathan, baby, and it definitely wants you."
"Oh, I definitely want it."
We stepped under the shower, the warm water hitting both of us, and kissed, our erections pressed on each other.
Soap. Lather. My hands worked his slim, lithe body all over. I fondled his balls, his crack, his fuck hole, lovingly, soaping him. He did the same, following every move I made. We kissed. We rubbed. Without his glasses he looked younger, more innocent, his round green eyes greedy.
Slowly, I turned him around and lifted one of his legs. My throbbing cock was at his ass, sliding up and down his crack, all soapy and wet. He moaned and pushed back at me. Finding his opening, I spread his ass cheek and pressed on his rim muscle, all the while kissing and licking his neck. My cockhead popped in. Nathan grunted.
"Fuck, Dan, fuck... that hurt, man. Take it easy, will you?" he groaned.
I kept my cockhead inside him without pushing any further, feeling his rim muscle squeeze tightly under the ridge. I pulled his head around and we kissed, hungrily. My whole body was shaking with the anticipation of a hot fuck. Nudging, I slid a couple of inches and stopped. More kissing, tongues and all. My hands were all over his front, fondling and squeezing his nipples, playing with his chest hair, rubbing down his flat stomach, finding his erected cock that I had masturbated earlier in the library toilet, stroking it slowly, now familiar in my hand, feeling the rest of my cock slithering into him as he relaxed his butt muscle and let me inside him. I grabbed his balls with one hand, the other arm wrapped around his waist, and started to fuck him.
No way could I describe the sensations that streamed throughout my body as I felt the reciprocating movements Nathan made, impaled by my cock. I started very slowly, allowing his fuck tunnel to get used to the thickness of my cock. He moaned and grunted with every thrust, beginning with the knob all the way to the base, back to the knob. Thrusting. Increasing my tempo. Holding tightly onto his waist. Fondling his balls. Stroking his dick. Fucking his ass.
The fucking got more intense. I could hear the sloshing made by the soap as I fucked Nathan, the lapping of my nuts at his butt, the slithering of his cock in the palm of my hand. I bit his neck lightly and felt his ass squeeze harder on my engorged tool. My balls were full of cum and I was going to fill Nathan with a huge load.
"I want to cum inside you, baby," I grunted into his ear, biting on the lobe. "Want to fill your body with my love. Almost there, Nate. Fuck! Almost there, baby. Move your ass on me. Faster. Yes. Oh, fuck, yes."
I was thrusting wildly now. It was more pounding than just fucking.
"Dan, oh Danny, man, Fuck me. Fill me." Nathan was even more ready for me.
I exploded inside him, with both my arms now holding him to me tightly. I felt the spurting shoot deep.
He glued his butt back onto me as he felt the semen fill his ass cavity.
My grunting was stifled as I buried my face on his neck. He had thrown his head back, exposing his neck so deliciously. I moaned and licked and bit into the soft skin as my cock spurted gallons and my balls emptied. It felt like forever but at the same time like a fleeting instant of ecstasy.
I stayed inside him, flexing, still holding him tight to me, still working his neck. I moved one hand down to his crotch and fisted his hard dick. The increased squeezing of his rim muscle around the base of my semi-hard cock indicated to me that he was about ready to shoot his load.
Quickly, I slid out of him, turned him around and dropped onto my knees to take his pulsating cock into my mouth. Looking up at him, I swallowed his hardness with one go, felt the head probe into my throat, fought back the gagging, and worked my throat muscles on him, my tongue licking up and down his hard shaft, my lips pursed around his cock base, my nose buried in the wet pubic hair. He shot his load down into my stomach without me even sucking his dick. I couldn't taste him since his squirts went directly down my throat, but I felt the sliminess inside my mouth and I increased my throat squeezing, waiting for him to finish.
Soaped again. Rinsed. Dried. Spent. We left the shower and walked naked to the living room. We sat on the sofa, exhausted, lit cigarettes, arms around each other, relaxing. I had never had such a powerful and satisfying fuck before.
"Dan. I must agree," Nathan said between puffs of smoke. "That was special. My sore ass can testify to that."
I laughed. Nathan placed one hand on my crotch, fondling my soft cock and balls.
"Yes," he nodded. "Very special. When I first saw this dick, Dan, I thought that there was no way I could take you inside me." He fisted the soft, but now starting to stiffen, cock lovingly. "I mean, I have been fucked before. I'm no virgin, Dan. But never by such a thick dick."
I kissed his sweet lips as my cock erected, immediately reacting to Nathan's stroking palm. It was gratifying to hear this after a fuck session.
"Told you it was special," I said but regretted it since it came out as bragging. But what the fuck? Why shouldn't I brag about my dick? With this, Nathan sucked me off, my load now filling his mouth and stomach after it had filled his ass and bowels.
Later, when Nathan agreed to spend the night with me, we fucked again. He had his turn, and I willingly allowed him to mount me. His fucking was sweet, slow, loving, with a lot of grinding. I made him do me while lying on my back, my legs around his waist, his body pressed on mine, my cock squeezed in between our bellies, kissing and licking.
For me, this was a first: slow fucking. I was amazed by the sensations that wracked my body. I had been used to the evolvement of the initial slow thrusts to the hard pounding in and out of my ass, of the manly thrusts and the urgency of the fucking, when my lover needed to plant his seed inside my body.
However, Nathan fucked me as if I were a delicate flower under him. This was so new to me, at first somewhat tacky and feminine. I would feel his hardness sliding ever so slowly deeper and deeper, inch after inch, stretching my fuck tunnel, until the thick base of his cock reached the hole, and then he would grind against my butt and exposed balls, and then would come the pulling out, inch by inch, my insides sucked out with it, so slowly, expecting the inevitable thrust back in, again slow, again stretching my body, again filling me with his man meat.
It was simply amazing. I tried to make him go faster by pulling him in with my legs wrapped around his waist, but Nathan resisted, maintaining his slow rhythmic tempo, all the while kissing me and pressing on my throbbing cock with his belly, sliding his muscles up and down the underside of my cock, his own cock sliding in and out of me, maddeningly slow, making me die for him, lust for his cock, melt under him.
So sweet! I never thought I would describe my getting fucked in the ass as sweet.
I expected him to increase his tempo as he felt his nuts ready to explode into me. Instead, he kept his slow, sweet fucking until he pushed deep one last time and squirted into me, his teeth biting my lower lip, grunting with each spurt. I felt very special under him as he filled me. It was more of a huge volume of love juice that poured out of his balls, through his beautiful penis and into my body than just warm spurts of man cum emptying his balls. It felt as if he was making me totally his, not just ejaculating into me like just a receptacle but more like a lover, filling me. Strangely, I felt owned.
Nathan and I stayed together for a couple of weeks, fucking every chance we had. In spite of my usually topping my partner, I welcomed Nathan's cock inside my ass and his slow fucking technique as much as I enjoyed my wild, hard, pounding man-fucking of his ass.
Nathan didn't move in with me, however, as much as I wanted him to. He was the sort of guy that wouldn't commit himself to a relationship and I decided that, because of the hot fucking I was having, I was going to accept this and live with it. I knew that it would be short-lived. But it was so awesome and intense that I managed to go along.
With Nathan gone-he found another partner-I started to get full nuts again and was on the prowl again.
Ah... the life of a young horny guy, with something special to offer!