All through my journey I kept wondering whether I should really be doing this; OK we had a great time when we first met but to renew and continue our relationship was a different matter, anyhow lust won through and before I knew it I had arrived at his address; thankfully Peter answered the door and quickly let me in.
Once the door was closed we went into a ‘father – son’ hug then as if nothing had happened he began kissing me on the lips I responded by kissing him back, slowly his hand moved down my back till it reached my arse then following a short stay he slid his hand towards my rapidly ‘tenting’ fly for his delicate touch was sending me mad; not to be out done I slipped my hand down the front of his trackers.
“I think we had better go upstairs,” Peter uttered as I slowly worked his foreskin back and forth.
As I followed him upstairs, I quickly worked out that each room had been converted into a bedsit with a common kitchen and bathroom etc; so this is ‘bedsit’ land I thought.
“Talk awhile whilst I make some coffee,” mumbled Peter as he busied himself in the upstairs kitchen; so over the singing of a noisy kettle then with mugs of hot coffee in hand we bombarded each other with questions. After a couple of minutes Peter gestured that we moved into his room; once inside I was first hit by the smell of stale seminal fluid, it wasn’t rank but it certainly brought back memoirs of my youthful days at uni. Stood beside the bed he removed his t-shirt followed by his trackers until he just stood there in tenting boxers, my cock hardened even more as I took in the sight before me for I had forgotten just how beautiful Peter’s body was. Without taking my eyes off his body I quickly followed suit, then with cocks bursting to escape we both climbed onto the bed where Peter slipped his arms around me and pulled me in close.
"Are you okay?" He asked, feeling me give a slight shiver.
"Yeah…just nervous…." I stuttered. It was hard to get the words out, for once again I suddenly felt old and decrepit pressed against his youthful body.
Peter pulled me closer until I could feel our cocks touching through the thin material of our skivvies, placing one hand behind my head he gently kissed me on the lips, kissing him back I immediately felt his other hand moved down my chest till it reached the waistband my pants, instantly my stomach contracted as his fingers slipped past the obstruction and on towards my cock, his light delicate touch was sending me mad as I impatiently put my hand down to his boxers so I could reciprocate motion.
“Glad to see you haven’t lost your touch,” I mumbled as Peter’s firm yet delicate strokes brought me to a hardness I had long forgotten.
“I’ve missed you so much!” Peter suddenly uttered.
A bit taken aback I slowly lowered myself onto the bed, as I was doing this Peter quickly removed his boxers; once on my back he then removed my pants and tossed them aside. Settling down beside me he brought his lips to mine and we kissed, not a quick kiss but one of those long firm French kisses we had got to love during our first meeting, next his lips travelled down my neck, licking and sucking he slowly made his way down my chest. When his lips met my nipples I gasp, for this was my weakness, my late wife once said that my nipples would be the envy of any woman. Using a combination of chewing, sucking and licking he began driving me nuts; as I moaned and squirmed under his teasing and torture, next I felt his hand move slowly towards my groin then I shook with anticipation as he moved down the bed, where suddenly he took my whole cock into his mouth.
I gasped and arched my back. He pulled back, licked my piss-hole then ran his tongue from tip to the base, next he ran his tongue over my balls, I reached down and rested my hand on his head as he sucked one between his lips. I thought his nipple attention was great, but this was better, in fact it was a lot better than I remembered. Sensing an urgency I tugged him up to me where we kissed, then having rolled Peter onto his back I slid down his naked body, running my tongue through his chest hair until my face pressed into his groin, his cock rubbed gently on my cheek as I reached for his balls which where small and soft, I licked them joyfully, tasting his sweat. I sucked his nuts into my mouth pulling them away from his body softly until they popped out of my mouth.
I stroked his cock with my fingers before taking it into my mouth, I took as much as I could before gagging, backing off I worked up as much drool as I could until his cock and sac becoming very slimily with my spittle. Fighting the ‘gag reflex’ I slowly feed his cock into my mouth for I desperately wanted to feel him cum, soon with his cock rubbing against the back of my mouth I felt his cock begin to twitch but to my surprise his hands pulled me away.
"No…I need to fuck you!" He urgently demanded as he quickly got up and reached towards a small bedside cabinet, laid as I was I next watched as he squirted lube all over my arse then his raging phallus; after a knowing glance he knelt between my legs, smiled then leant forward and kissed me.
With his somewhat slippery hands supporting the cheeks of my arse we slowly shuffled towards each other until I was lined up his cock head. Peter pushed forward then following a bit of re-alignment he ‘popped in’. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. His eyes stared into mine where in his eyes I could see the desire he felt for me. I locked my ankles then pressed hard against his arse forcing him yet closer then I hooked my arms about his neck, pulling him down I then kissed him. He returned the kiss then as he flexed his tongue about my mouth he first pushed deeper into me only to pull back before repeating the cycle. He did that move again and again, sliding over my prostate before sinking all the way into me. With closed eyes I willed myself to relax.
"Oh god, oh god," I whispered as his cock twitched and throbbed inside me. It felt so long and so hot. I opened my eyes and looked into his. He pulled back and pushed back in, slowly at first. I whimpered as he rubbed along my prostate before buried himself to the hilt.
"Fuck…it’s been so long," I groaned. "So fucking long..."
When he saw that I was okay, he started moving in a steady rhythm. He lowered himself on top of me, wrapping his arms around me. His hips pumped harder and faster into me; his hairy pelvis ground into my arse as he kissed and sucked on my neck and shoulders.
"Oh yes…oh yes..." I moaned clawing at his back, trying to pull him further into me.
He groaned and pulled back up onto his arms and rested his forehead on mine. He began thrusting faster and harder. His hips and balls were slapping hard against my arse. He was grunting and groaning loudly. I whimpered with each thrust, my hands on his arse pulling him into me. I pushed back against him, grinding my pulsing cock against his hairy belly, leaving a wet slime trail. I pushed against the slippery trail and the hair on his belly tickled its head. I was thrashing underneath him.
"Fuck, you're so... fucking... good," he grunted. "Yeah, let me know how much you love having me inside you!"
"Oh, fuck, you're going to... make me... come! I'm going to... oh god...Fuck!...Oh yeah…Oh shit…Yes …Grab my nipples and squeeze them hard as hard as you can," I groaned.
My back arched off the bed as I grabbed at his hips, my fingers digging into its firm flesh. My body tensed then as my ankles dug into his thrusting arse. I cried out then exploded. With warm liquid pulsing between our bodies I collapsed back onto the bed, all visions of Peter had disappeared as my body trembled and shook. I tried to focus on his face but all I saw was a spectrum of stars and strips, for as Peter slowly moved in and out of me trying to hold back his orgasm it felt as if my prostate was connected to some kind of pump. On and on flowed my seminal fluid until I heard Peter mumble.
"I'm about to cum!"…Should I pull out?"
"Don't even think about it!" I screamed, as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in tighter.
He groaned then pounded hard and rough into me for a few more seconds.
"Oh, fuck! I'm going to come…I'm coming!...FUCK!...,” cried Peter as he thrust into me one last time then grunted loudly. I could feel his cock jerk as it pulsed over and over, shooting hot cum deep inside me. Strong jerks gave way to weaker ones until finally he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his back and shoulders and held on tight. As his penis slowly softened it felt as if something was being taken away from me until finally he slipped out of me. Then in utter bliss felt the rush of warm liquid escaping me.
He lightly kissed me all over my neck and my face. "Fuck that was the best…The fucking best..."
We rested locked face to face for a while then as I felt his cock hardening against my crack again Peter uttered with a chuckle "See what you do to me?”…”I was thinking about the look on your face while I fucked you. You looked so happy."
"What you just did brought back memoirs of our first meeting." I mumbled.
"Sorry…I got carried away...”
“No it wasn’t that, is just at the time I didn’t want you to return to ‘uni’ for I thought we had something special and I think you’ve just proved it.”
He peppered me with kisses then turned hearing a noise coming from another room suggested that we ‘couched-up’ and got some rest.
***
In a light stupor, soft delicate fingers slowly circled about my pubis then with a slow snaking action worked up my body until they gently rested upon my nipples, soon with the lightest of touches they slowing began teasing my nipples; each gentle stroke gave rise to a tingle, a tingle which subconsciously travelled through my body until it connected with my somewhat flaccid cock. Slowly, these delicate actions were causing my cock to become alive, for with every gentle touch a twinge slowly pumped more and more blood into my hardening cock.
I began to groan as these lithe fingers danced over my nipples then seeing they had achieved their desire a hand first gently rubbed up and down my shaft, before settling on my balls. Next fingers begin moving my foreskin up and down, exposing a large shiny-purple helmet and with each stroke clear sticky fluid begins to trickle from my throbbing cock, slowly it begins to coat my bell-end then those delicate fingers before its silvery thread begins its slow descent to my belly to form a small pool. It's an amazing, beautiful feeling. Holding the base of my cock with one hand, and continuing the divine movement up and down my shaft with the other, the hot breath from my lovers mouth hovers but inches above the tip of my swollen phallus; dribbles of saliva now slowly coat it as fingers continue to work my shaft in a slow delicious manner, further gobs of clear slimy precum to seep out of my ‘eye’ and down over the sides of my stiff member, coating those delicate hands with goo.
Then, finally with an arched and aching body I get what I have been aching for, the slow warm sensation of beautifully soft lips enveloping me, sucking gently but with an insistence that is heaven itself. I allow myself to drift, totally submitting to the sensations of pleasure being administered by this wonderful student of erotica.
My lover continues to bob up and down on my cock increasing their pace slightly; “Oh god” I utter as a thumb first invades my rectum followed quickly by the massaging of my balls. Soon I feel a familiar sensation deep in my groin. My whole body tightens in anticipation of the forthcoming explosion then as the first stream of hot white fluid erupts from my sac my lover immediately thrusts their hot mouth down onto my cock, taking my first loads straight into their gullet. Soon after perhaps four, five or six pulses of hot white spunk and with great sadness I stop cumming, however my lover continues to suck and ‘hoover’ up the last drops until finally they lift their face from my groin, bring their face to mine, kissing me they force their tongue deep into my mouth and share my cum with me. With duelling tongues I swallow it without thinking savouring the taste.
“Come on sleepyhead, I know you’re awake…” a distant voice utters.
Reluctantly I stir from my stupor.
"Tea or Coffee," Peter asked.
"Tea," I mumble as I wiggle and grunt, trying to register where I was. Finally smiling I utter, "God, I feel fucked!" Peter just laughed as he quickly slipped on a pair of trackers before making his way towards the kitchen.
Suddenly the sound of falling books or boxes along with the sharp cry of, ”Fuck it….Sorry,” came from the adjoining room.
“Who’s the noisy bastard next door?” I asked as Peter returned with a tea tray full of goodies.
“That’s Colin…you’ll like him,” then with total disregard for my nakedness Peter shouted for Colin to come and join us.
Following a rather meek “Give us a minute” and some more shuffling Colin finally made an appearance. To say he was the complete opposite to Peter would be untrue, but he did portray the typical image of a modern day student ie; long hair, a bit scruffy about the face but thankfully sweet smelling. After a brief and mutual eyeing up and down Colin quickly sat with us on the bed.
“Are you in the same year as Peter?” I enquired in a relaxed manner.
“Yes, we’re graduating together and can I thank you for all the help you’ve given Peter for without him I would never had got through,” Colin replied.
“So you and Peter spend a lot of time together?” I asked.
“Err…You could say that,” he replied having given Peter a quick glance.
Picking up on this I quickly expressed, “Oh… you two are partners then?
Almost in unison they replied “Yes.”
“Thank god for that, I’m dying for a piss and if you two don’t mind I’m going to take a shower as well,” so with not a care in the world and as naked as god intended I got out of bed, made my way over to my bag, collected my towel and toilet bag then made my way towards the bathroom.
“Fucking hell Pete…When you told me how big he was I thought you were joking,” uttered Colin.
I had fully expected one of them to join me in the shower but alas it was not to be.