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The three weeks following my first sexual experience with Dave had largely been uneventful; I still went to class (almost) every day, did school work when it required and all the other typical things college students did.

My friendship with Dave hadn’t really changed that much; the only difference now was that I wanted to get some alone time with him again. I couldn’t tell if my need for him was the result of sexual frustration – it had been nearly two years since the last time I had sex prior to my first encounter with Dave – or if I was genuinely attracted to him.

If I was being completely honest with myself, it was probably a bit of both.

I could still feel his warm shaft throbbing in my palm, see the glistening precum on his tip. His sharp intake of breath whenever I ran my tongue along just under his head still echoed in my ears, and I was eager to re-live all that … I just wasn’t sure how to articulate that.

One night, having finished a round of research for an upcoming paper on the influence of 24-hour cable news on the mainstream media, I decided articulating that desire wasn’t the right approach. I didn’t need to tell Dave I wanted to fool around with him again; I needed to show him.

Where was the harm in that? He’d enjoyed our last rendezvous as much as I had, if not more. Besides, he told me himself what a horny little bastard he was, so the chances of him saying no were slim, if they existed at all.

So knowing he was downstairs hanging with some other buddies of his, I grabbed my phone and shot him a quick text: Upstairs. Now.

As I waited for a response, I ducked into the bathroom to take off my black t-shirt and jeans, stealing a quick glance at my thin frame in the mirror before hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my boxer shorts, pushing them to the floor. Already half-hard from anticipation, and my legs starting to shake a little, I grabbed a pair of gray shorts that I sometimes slept in, putting them on.

Though the shorts stopped at the top of my knees, they left nothing to the imagination. Especially as the tent in the front was starting to get bigger. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest; was that because of nerves or something else?

Before I could consider the response, I heard a knock on the door to my bedroom. Thankful I shared an apartment that had separate bedrooms, I opened the door and ushered Dave on through before closing and locking the door again. I didn’t think my roommate, Mike, knew what was going on, and I didn’t really feel like trying to think of an explanation – especially as Dave stood before me in a Richard Petty t-shirt and camouflage shorts.

By now, my tent was at full mast. Dave saw this, arching an eyebrow and sitting on the edge of the bed with a smirk. “I was gonna ask what’s up,” he teased, “but it looks like I’ve already got my answer.”

Deciding once again on action over words, I pushed Dave down onto the bed, watching him bounce a little on the mattress, before climbing on top and straddling his lap. I could feel his length hardening under me, my hands slipping under his shirt so my fingers could trail over his skin and tangle in his hair. I sucked in a ragged breath before leaning down to grab his left earlobe with my teeth.

His aftershave filled my nostrils and I moaned, my fingers gripping insistently on his pecs.

His hands grabbed my hips, and I felt him arch his back. My cock lurched when I heard Dave’s breath catch in his throat, and I could feel the tiniest dribble of precum seeping from my opening and staining the front of my shorts.

“Fuck!” I hissed against his ear when he surprised me by grabbing my concealed shaft, running his thumb lightly over the tip. My legs shook and I grabbed his shoulders for support, staring down at him and rocking my hips back and forth; I felt his length trapped between my legs and for the briefest moment, I wondered what he would feel like nestled between my ass cheeks.

Was I ready for that? Up until three weeks ago, I’d never so much as jacked off a dick that wasn’t mind. Did I really wanna take that next step, to shove his dick up my butt?

Honestly … no. As enticing as the thought was, it was just as scary.

As Dave stroked my cock through my short, I tugged on his t-shirt until I had it over his head and tossed it to the floor. My hands returned to his warm chest before I leaned down and wrapped my lips around his left nipple. He gasped when I sucked on the nub and let the tip of my tongue flick over it, his hands letting go of my length and slipping under the waistband of my shorts to grab and fondle my smooth ass cheeks.

I groaned at his touch, grinding my hips more insistently over his crotch as my fingers moved to pinch and tweak his nipples. His hands still on my ass cheeks, Dave pushed me forward before pulling down the front of my shorts. My hard dick sprung free, the tip lightly bopping him on the nose. He responded by grabbing the base and licking the precum off my tip, and I had to grab the back of his head to keep my balance.

After studying my dick, as if he’d never seen it before, Dave wrapped his lips around the head and then took half of my length into his mouth. I groaned as I slid into his tight cavern, feeling his tongue flick along my underside. His teeth lightly grazed over the top of my shaft and my thighs threatened to give out; again, I grabbed his head to keep from falling.

Shivers ran down my spine as I watched his lips stroke me, feeling the suction of his warm, wet mouth. My fingers ran over his dark buzzcut, closing my eyes and letting myself give in to the sensation. I throbbed against his tongue, leaking precum at random intervals with tiny, almost inaudible whimpers.

He grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed against me, driving the rest of my dick into his mouth and down his throat. I gasped and nearly blew right then and there, shaking as I clawed at his shoulders for any means of balance I could find. My eyes were wide, my mouth agape and my breath ragged. He swallowed around my cock, then swallowed again. I saw saliva dribbling down his chin, my dick throbbing so hard I thought it would literally explode.

At this point, I was little more than a bundle of nerves and a series of unintelligible grunts and moans. A bead of sweat ran down my forehead from the exertion of enjoying his every touch, moaning when I felt his fingernails dig into my butt cheeks. His tongue snaked out along the underside of my shaft, tickling my ball sac.

“Fuck,” I whispered, tossing my head back again. He responded by pushing me onto my back, and I bounced on the mattress before he grabbed my legs, spread them and shoved my length back into his warm mouth. I screamed and bucked my hips before he pushed me down, staring at me with dark, lustful eyes.

The time for niceties was apparently over; it only took one and a half sessions before he felt comfortable enough to throw me around and do whatever the fuck he wanted with me. I was never really one to give in to someone else like that, but I throbbed so hard against the roof of his mouth that I didn’t care.

Right now, all that mattered was Dave had my dick in his mouth, and my balls were now coated in his spit.

“Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna cum soon,” I whimper, licking my lips and relishing in the sensation of my meat being shoved down Dave’s throat. My words only spurred him onward, as he grabbed and massaged my balls with one hand, while the other stroked my wet dick whenever it popped out of his mouth.

If this was what being on fire felt like, I never wanted anyone to put me out.

Dave gave my balls a good squeeze, and that was when the tickle started. I writhed under him, grunting and squirming as my hands gripped the bed sheets. The tingle grew stronger every time I bottomed out in his throat, and before I knew it, my entire body bucked and I screamed in ecstasy.

Spots danced in front of my eyes as my cock lurched against Dave’s tongue, pouring my thick seed into his mouth. I felt it coat his tongue and slither down his throat. When Dave swallowed after three massive spurts, I screamed again, five more ropes of cum shooting into his mouth. He grunted and swallowed what he could, letting the rest dribble down over my shaft to pool in my lap.

My entire body shook, my fingers white and numb from grabbing the bed so hard. I struggled to find my breath, and for a second, I thought I might pass out. His tongue whirled around my tip, and I shuddered as the last drops of my release seeped out – which he immediately swallowed.

“Oh,” I wheezed, “my fucking God …”

He let go of my cock with a self-satisfied smile, licking his lips and idly stroking my wet shaft as it softened. I watched him intently as my breath slowly returned to my lungs before sitting up and pressing against his shoulder.

“Stand up.”

He did as asked, and with a swiftness I didn’t know I had, I unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them to the floor. As Dave stepped out of his shorts, I grabbed his hips and stared up at him, taking a moment to let the musk of his warm cock fill my senses. His scent was intoxicating, which was what struck me about the first time I went down on him; two days after that, I could still smell the musk on my fingers.

Still staring up at Dave, I ran the tip of my tongue from the base of his cock, up the underside and around his head. He hissed and I felt his hips jerk before I wrapped my lips around just the tip, sucking greedily on it and letting my tongue tease his slit.

“Fuck,” he whispered, running thick fingers through my short brown hair, “Guess you liked the first one, huh?”

I would’ve answered if it didn’t mean taking his dick out of my mouth. Instead, I let a few inches slide in, groaning at his taste. Traces of a prior release lingered and tickled my tongue, and I could already feel him throbbing. One hand reached down to cup his warm balls, while the other reached around to give his right butt cheek a firm squeeze.

I loved playing with Dave’s ass. To this point, I’d only played with and squeezed his cheeks; suddenly, the realization dawned on me that there was more I could do. Taking the hand on his balls off and wrapping it around the base of his cock, I gave Dave a devilish stare before pulling his cock out of my mouth and spitting on the tip, stroking it in.

I felt his legs wobble, and Dave tossed his head back with a soft moan. He was trying to be quiet, so as not to arouse Mike’s suspicion on the other side of the door, but at this point, I didn’t care. I wanted Dave to scream.

Why this was suddenly such a concern escaped me, but I didn’t care. I spit on his dick again, stroking Dave with my left hand. I felt my cock lurch when I heard his shaft squelch in my hand, before letting go and sucking on my index finger. It tasted of spit and dick, and I groaned when I let a little more saliva roll down the digit.

Looking up at Dave, I smiled knowingly and slid the hand between his butt cheeks. He gasped and jumped as the tip of my finger teased his tight little hole and my lips wrapped around his dick once more. I shoved half his length into my mouth, feeling the tip of his manhood resting against the roof of my mouth, as I rubbed the spit into his asshole.

“Oh, God,” he growled, grabbing the back of my head. “When did you get so dirty?”

I answered by shoving my finger up his ass, groaning when I filled him to the second knuckle and felt his muscles clap down. He whimpered and his thighs tensed; I felt the precum leaking onto my tongue. I swallowed it with vigor, staring into Dave’s eyes as my finger started slowly thrusting in and out of him.

I was amazed at how warm his ass was; with each successive stroke, my dick grew harder. I usually take longer to recover, but the way Dave reacted to being blown and fingered at the same time had my motor revving once more.

My head bobbed back and forth as I sucked and swallowed his thick meat, one hand grabbing his hips to keep him from toppling over while my other hand rooted my finger even deeper into his warm butt. My digit found his prostate after a few minutes of rooting around, then I started massaging it the way I would a woman’s g-spot.

Dave rewarded me with insistent moans, his hands clawing all over my shoulders, as if they were begging me to keep going and stop all at the same time. I swallowed around his shaft before pulling it out of my mouth and spitting on it, jacking him off with the hand not currently stuffing his ass.

Looking up at him, I growled, “You fucking like that?” When he only nodded and whimpered in response, I squeezed the head of his cock. “Then show me.”

He looked down at me, his face a mix of pleasure and befuddlement. “How?”

The next words out of my mouth still stun me to this day: “Cum all over my fucking face!”

That’s not to say I’d been averse to facials, but until that point, I’d only seen them in porn. Straight porn. Yet here I was, newly bisexual (I think), and in only my second time ever with a guy, I’ve got a finger up his ass and I’m telling him to empty his seed onto my face.

What the hell was wrong with me? Was there something wrong with me? I didn’t think so; new as all this was, it felt really good, and I still had a tingly afterglow about me from cumming in Dave’s mouth. Now, I apparently wanted his cum on my face. If I liked it, then I opened a whole new door to myself sexually.

And if I didn’t? Well, at least I tried it before I knocked it.

If I’d been stunned by what I said, Dave was downright floored. “What?” he hissed before moaning at the gradual insertion of a second finger in his ass. His entire body tensed before finally relaxing, but his butt cheeks still clenched around my digits.

Squeezing his wet dick again, I growled at him. “I said, ‘cum all over my fucking face’.”

Dave seemed to get the message the second time around; I could tell because his breath grew ragged, erratic. His thighs trembled as my fingers worked their magic over his prostate, a hand a virtual blur over his slick, glistening shaft. I gave his balls a quick lick to elicit a loud gasp and grinned when he grabbed my shoulder; by the way his fingers clamped down on my skin, I could tell it wouldn’t be long.

As it turned out, it was sooner than either one of us expected.

When Dave screamed, his ass clenched so tight against my fingers that I thought they might come off. His entire body trembled before the first explosion splashed across my forehead. I slowed my strokes, staring at his bulbous head in amazement as three more thick ropes spewed onto my face, coating my left cheek. I pointed his pulsating shaft a little lower, gasping when the next shot hit me in the chin and dripped into my shaft.

His muscles massaged my fingers as Dave rode out his orgasm in a series of fits and groans, gasping for air as the last few drops dribbled onto my thumb, and I could already feel his warm spunk cooling and drying on my skin. I looked up at him and licked my lips, the scent of his cum nearly overwhelming as I pulled my fingers out of his ass and gave his right cheek a good, firm slap.

He laughed and jumped before sitting on the floor, resting his head on my thigh. He glanced up at my cum-covered face as if he’d never seen such a thing before, shaking his head.

“What?” I asked, running slick fingers through his buzzed hair.

“Nothing,” he wheezed. “I just … didn’t know you had it in you.”

I shrugged. “Neither did I. Did you like it?”

Dave gazed at the far wall for a few seconds, as if in through, before glancing up at me and flashing a devilish grin. Yeah,” he mused, his hand reaching down to grab my throbbing cock by the base. “I think I did.”

When his head ducked lower, I tossed my head back. And yelped.