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GREAT NIGHT OF STUDYINGSteve and I met when we were in university. We wereboth majoring in optometry, and our conversationsconsisted mainly of discussing science and crackinglame math jokes. Well, perhaps to an outsider, theywere lame, but we always had our own way ofunderstanding the world.We were very much alike, beyond the scope of ourinterest in science. We listened to the same music,had the same taste in film, and enjoyed the samefoods. This means we’re identical twins, right? No.Hardly. It wasn’t until a few months into ourfriendship that I developed a good sense of ourdifferences and what this implied in a variety ofpositions and situations.All friendships are not equal. One’s usually smarter,more sophisticated than the other. In the case ofSteve and I, I was the one with the scholarships andthe good marks, and he was the underdog in somerespects. Although this was very much a paradox.What seemed to baffle most people was that I came offsort of stupid to people. I asked a lot of questionsin our lectures, and generally did not prevail interms of marks until the very end, in which I beatSteve in all of our mutual courses. Steve, a bit of acompetitor, as a result was slightly bitter, and hishistory in high school explained it.”Yeah, I was always second to my best friend. Ineverything, really. Sports, school. So I just lerntto except it — that second was good enough for me.”Despite this seemingly pragmatic approach to dealingwith his insecurities, Steve nevertheless was bittertowards me. If ever I made a remark that was slightlyoff — whether about the nature of science or religion- he’d be the first to correct me. If ever Iembarrassed myself, he was the first to laugh — andnot in a “laugh with you manner”, but rather in amalicious and spiteful fashion.In all, I didn’t really care. Despite his jealousy,we had a good friendship, with interestingconversations ranging from God (he’s a strong atheist)to sex. “Perhaps the two are one in the same?” heonce said to me. I considered this for a moment, andagreed — perhaps not with the idea itself, but ratherwith the implication that anything in this world ispossible. And that certainly came true on oneparticular night that would forever change thedynamics of our friendship.One night, Steve and I were studying together in hisdorm. We had a midterm examination in three days, andwe thought it might be a good idea to quiz each other.And so we did for about two hours, until we finallyfelt ready to put our books down and take a breather.”Are you liking university so far?” Steve asked me,passing a soda.”Yeah, I mean, it’s a change. A lot of work.””Yeah, you’re telling me. But I’m glad I’m away fromhome, you know? I love the independence in thisplace. I like having my own place. I can finallymasturbate without having to worry about anyonewalking in on me.”I nearly choked on the soda when he said the word”masturbate”. I wasn’t aware that we had become THATclose that we could talk about masturbation in such acasual manner.”I see,” I said, a couple seconds late.”Meh, I shoot off in the shower good enough.”I looked the other way, finding it hard to look in hiseyes. This guy was dead serious. He was not afraidto tell me that he touched himself. I looked back athim, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He stared rightback at me, his eyes sincere and the expression on hisface intense. I got the feeling that Steve had manyjoy rides on the bed I was sitting on.”You know, masturbation is supposed to hinder prostatecancer,” I said matter-of-factly.”Oh, yeah. I’m glad. Makes me want to do it more….you know, for the good of my health.”We both had a huge laugh over this, and I relaxed alittle, reminding myself that I was a regularmasturbator myself, and had on several occasions takena small sip of my own cum, pretending it was Steve’sjuice.”Do you stroke yourself?” He suddenly asked.”I tried it a few times and didn’t like it much.””Didn’t like it much?” Pause. “Yeah, I guess it sortof hurts the first time. You gotta do it the rightway, you know? Be more gentle and take it nice andslowly.”With that Steve plopped himself beside me on the bed.”Here, take it out, I’ll show you how to do itproperly.””I don’t think I want to right now, I told you ithurt,” I said weakly.”Come on, I mean, man-to-man here, I’ll teach you.”With that I slowly unzipped my jeans, exposing thewhite briefs I was wearing. And I took out my cock.”All right, cool,” Steve said under his breath. “Nowtake your hand, like this, and cup it gently… ah,you got it!”If you were to take a picture of both of us right now,you’d see both of us sitting on the bed, Steve smilingand looking down at my cock, my hand clenched aroundmy dick, and my head looking down at the circus show Iwas putting on down in my crotch.”Now sort of, rub it up and down… yeah, like that…good, now you’re taking it too fast… no, no…slower… let it… yeah… like that… and if youfeel the need to come, hold it in! Honestly, you wanta big explosion when you finally get to it.”I suddenly stopped, and shivered. “Shit, I don’t wantto do this. I feel weird.””Weird?” he said, soothingly.”Yeah, I mean… it kind of hurts too.””Here let me have a hold of it.”He was bahis siteleri dead serious, and our eyes locked for a moment,and I knew that he really wanted it from me. “Liedown,” he said, in the same soothing voice as before.”Just close your eyes, and try not to think of me.”So, I lay down on his pillow, my cock fully erected atthis point, and I felt his hand come over my cock.His hands were remarkably smooth, and he shafted mycock with his hands slowly. I began to moan slightlyas he took his thumb and began fiddling with the topof my dick’s head, and he made a shushing sound thatsilenced me. I can’t quite explain how it felt. Itwas a mix of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. Thesource of the pain came from not being able to controlthe sensations. When I masturbated, I had completecontrol of my hand, and my mind and body workedtogether to create a harmonious unity in pleasure thatwas not divided by pain. But I couldn’t controlSteve’s hand. I couldn’t control his rhythm. Icouldn’t control the way he would start off slowly,and then speed up, and then slow down, as if to get meall excited, and then to be mean, and not let me therelief of ejaculation. For, each time he slowed down,I was nearly at the brink of climaxing, and had toendure the feeling of my cum crouching back down theinterior of my penis. It got to the point where hisrhythm got me so hot and heavy that I began to moanuncontrollably like “a horny dog that needed to befucked” he’d later say.”I can’t do this anymore!” I yelled in a feeblepathetic voice, pushing his hand away. And with thatthe orgasm that Steve had been meticulously savingsquirted all over his bed, his walls, and partly downhis neck.”Fuck. Look what you did!” he said, laughing. I wasbarely amused. Here I was, laying over some guy’sbed, my cock sticking out, and drenched in my own cum.”Shit, I’m sorry.””You know what this means. I get to come on you now.”He wouldn’t let me dispute, and he pushed be back ontothe bed. He came on top of me, kneeling, his kneesstraddling my shoulders. He brought out his monster.It was big. Bigger than I had ever imagined. Helooked down at me, his hands on his hips, his cockwaving back and forth across my face like I was anaughty boy about to be punished. He smiled a bit,and told me that I “looked good”.Although I had several fantasies about him, I wasfucking scared. After giving me a facial with hisprecum, he took hold of his monster and began tofuriously zip away at it. After about one or twominutes of his furious efforts, he would slow down,much the same way he did with me, and shaft his cockonly slowly, his upper chest moving back and forth inspasms of pleasure, like a really hot lap dancer.Slowly, but surely, his cum began to spit out. Heclosed his eyes when he began to ejaculate and thenlooked up into the ceiling, his eyes fluttering, as ifwhat we were doing was some religious ritual. Heeventually squeezed all the cum out of his cock andlooked down at me smiling like a drunk, only for hisface to reform in rage.”Shit. It didn’t get on your face!” he almostscreamed. I thought he was going to cry. His cum hadaccumulated as a drooping piece of artwork against thebackboard of his bed.Quickly, as if time was of the essence, he beganscooping up his cum, and transferred his masterpieceonto my face. A few of the scoops he placed into mymouth, and I swallowed, obediently.As much fun as some of it was, in hindsight, Iremember the absolute fear that was running through mymind. Here was someone who I thought was just one ofthe “buddies”, straddling my body down and violentlyrubbing his cream juices across my face and down mythroat, as if I was famished, and his cum was the onlycure that would bring me back to life. “My cum’s likewater to you,” he’d later say. “It’s the fundamentalcompound the keeps your body functioning.”After he was done giving me my facial, he got off myshoulders, only to re-position himself over my body.He began to lick his cum off my face, and with histongue, fed it to me. “I don’t want any of this to goto waste,” he said boldly.This whole process of cleaning my face took a goodtwenty minutes, as I resisted a bit at the beginning.During those twenty minutes, I became far morefamiliar with the sensuality of his body. He hadtaken off his shirt (left mine on because he didn’twant any of his cum lost on my shirt) and the smell ofhis body flooded my senses. It was the smell of rawsweat, which he’d later attribute to “hard work”. Healso had curious eyes. As he was licking the juiceoff my face, he kept his eyes wide open, lookingstraight into my own. His eyes screamed an intensedetermination that startled me, and I couldn’t lookaway. The feel of his arms were also incredible. Inever knew he was that built.Looking back at that night, his cum certainly wasn’t a”fundamental compound” that I needed for my survival,but nonetheless, a tasty treat.When he finished, he used his hands and pushed hisupper body off of me, carefully making sure his legswere still holding me down. Perhaps if you were totake a picture of that moment, you’d see Steve,shirtless, with his jeans halfway down his legs,perched up over me and me, laying beneath him, myhands brought to the canlı bahis side of my head as if I wassurrendering to some cop yelling, “Put your hands inthe air!””How did that feel?” he asked me. I couldn’t answerhim. I was speechless. He began to stroke his handsthrough my hair, and made his way down to my pants.He unbtucked my shirt, and unbuttoned it slowly.Something told me that he wasn’t satisfied with justgiving me a facial.My shirt, our jeans and our underwear eventually cameoff. At this point, I was getting used to the idea ofwhat I was in for, and like a pro, he made me feelrelaxed with his encouraging words: “You’ll be fine.I can tell already that your ass is going to be tight.I love challenges. (I was on my back at this point,and his hands were sliding off my undies)”He also said tenderly: “You’re so beautiful, you knowthat. Do you know how many times I’ve thought aboutyou? About being your first?”How on earth did he know I was a virgin, I thought?This offended me at first, and I got back to the oldfeelings of being hurt by his remarks, but that,obviously, did not last long.We were both naked, he was sitting on top of mypelvis, and he pointed to a mirror on the wall. “Lookat yourself. Look at how much you want it. You wantme in you,” he crooned. I turned towards the mirror,and agreed. I was more than happy to have Steve’smonster in my body.And that was the last of his tenderness for the nextthirty five minutes, as his body would not stopjerking and dancing on me even when I, in my moans ofunbearable pleasure, asked him to please stop so Icould “catch some air”.For the first half of our lovemaking, I was basicallyin his crotch. My mouth encompassed his cock like anervous k** who was ready to please. Of course, I wasanything but a k**, but a “fully fuck able slut” whichhe would moan out when my mouth touched the mostsensitive parts of his cock. Looking back, I don’tthink I really enjoyed our first oral sex session. Iwas too eager to please him, and I would, with everypump of my mouth, look up to his face for approval.90% of the time I sucked him, he coldly looked down atme, a condemning smirk across his face. For the restof the 10% of time, I pleasured him, and he rewardedme with approval by moaning like a werewolf andcalling me a slut. It’s sort of sick, to feelaccepted by these things, but it nonetheless made mefeel like I was doing a good job.Then came what he called “a face fuck”. These weren’tfacials, which I still kind of fear because of theintensity that Steve brought to it, but they arestimulated cock pumps that are brought on not by thesucker, but by the sucked. More plainly, he broughtme down under and beneath him, and moved his pelvis upand down into my face, his cock bridging his manhoodinto my mouth. It was during this “face fuck” that Igot my second dosage of his sweet cum. He hadn’tejaculated when I first gave him oral sex (he hasincredible “restraint”), but he unloaded a truck fullof dairy product into my mouth during this particularacrobat. Some of the cum itself was dripping down theside of my mouth, and with the same anger that hadscared the shit out of me before, he sc****d the cumfrom the side of my face and shoved his index fingerdown my tongue.”Drink it, you slut,” he’d scream at me. As I wasdrinking his cum, once again a bit frightened, hegrabbed my ass, which made me wail a slight bit. Hestarted murmuring in a taunting sort of way, “I wantyour ass, I want your ass, I want your ass”.Who was I to say no. I couldn’t, nor did Iparticularly want to, as I wanted to see how far thisnight could go. So he turned me over onto my back andfor a moment he got off me. I wasn’t sure what he wasdoing. I heard the rip of a wrapper, turned around,and saw him pulling out a condom from a package.”Fuck, it’s not pulling on!” He was pissed off,almost as if every extra second he had to deal withthis problem, it was taking away from his “entitledpleasure”, which he later told me I owed him. “Mycock’s so fucking huge, it’s not pulling on.”Then he threw the condom on the ground, and looked atme thoughtfully. “Well, you’ve already swallowed mycum, this condom is a fucking matter of formality.”And with that, he got back on the bed, with a new foundenergy. “Yeah, baby, I’m gonna hump you raw,” hestarted to chant, with a fake country accent,cowboy-twanged, which nonetheless turned me on.With that, he pulled my hips up so that my bodyautomatically jerked into the dogie position. “Youwere made for this, weren’t you fuck able slut?”And with that, he plummeted his cock up my ass. Nowarnings. No nothing. I nearly screamed, and itdidn’t help that he slapped the side of my ass tentimes as punishment. He suddenly stopped, and hisvoice changed back into the normal Steve tone that Iheard in school. “I’ll take it slow, just hold yourscreaming in.”And so I did. And so he did as well. He slid hiscock into my ass slowly as I adjusted to this newsensation, making sure that he softened the mostsensitive of blows that he could have given me. Hegave me five minutes to adjust before he felt I wascomfortable with having his monster up my anus. Andafter that, he was merciless. He pumped his cock inme like I was a racehorse, and he, güvenilir bahis a man determined towin the race.As he pumped, he showed his first signs of trueweakness by groaning. Not the kind of groaning likewhen we face fucked. But a wild moaning that hecouldn’t quite control. I could tell that I DID havea tight ass, or more formally, a tight hole.We fucked in this position for a good ten minutesbefore my hands became too weak to hold myself up. Itold him this, and he refused to listen. To him, wewere in a fucking race and we still had 100 miles togo. I panted, I groaned, I moaned, and I begged.Somehow I think because I was so out of breath, hedidn’t hear me pleading for him to stop.And with that, my hands twisted inwards, my armscollapsed, and I fell onto the bed, and consequently,out of his cock, breathless. I was trying to regaincomposure; I wasn’t sure how mad he’d be — as Iundoubtedly was the one who made him lose his marathonrace. I looked up at him, and he was pantinguncontrollably as well, his hand holding the side ofthe wall where my cum was still plastered. He gothimself together much quicker than I did, and as ifsuddenly recharged, he dropped down behind me, liftedmy leg up and told me it wasn’t the end.So he began to fuck me again, but now we were on oursides. His hot tongue began its journey down my spineas he did this to me. The simultaneous pleasures ofboth his hard pumping cock up my ass and the soft feelof his tongue made me shiver, and I held onto a sideof the bedpost for support. I looked into the mirror,which was ironically, in a position that I could seethe whole of our writhing bodies moving in perfectunison. I remember feeling like a slut at that point,a fuck rag. And he made it abundantly clear that inthat moment, I was HIS fuck rag by tearing off my handfrom the bedpost and bringing it behind our bodies tohis ass, as if he wanted to further emphasize theforce that his body was generating into my own.The image in the mirror of us fucking in this mannerhaunts me. The sight of both of us naked, on oursides, and a slightly larger body than my own behindme fucking the hell out of me as I groan and pantmakes me feel so completely dirty. The sight of myhands restrained behind Steve’s back, grasping hisbuttocks, as he thrust his manhood in me made me feeli*****l.His rhythm began to slow, and our bodies fell limplyinto each other. The air suddenly flooded with warmthand romanticism as we kissed, exhaustedly and slowly.In his kiss, I suddenly forgot the savage fuck andsuck that had occurred. In his kiss, I suddenlyforgot and perhaps forgave him for calling me a”fuck able fuck”. In his kiss, the image of the mirrorand me being a fuck rag suddenly faded, and all I couldconcentrate on was how beautiful it felt for ourbodies to be holding each other and our kiss being oursalvation.He broke away, breathless, and whispered the words “Ilove you”. I told him I loved him too. It was all ina moment. I’m not sure if I actually loved him inthat moment, but I knew that I felt prepared to lovehim, and that was good enough — even to perhaps God,who I knew was witnessing our souls unifying.He peeled his body off of mine, and laid down besideme.”I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.””Why are you sorry?””Because I’ve always wanted to … I’ve…,” he wasfumbling for words.”Say it as it is,” I suddenly said.”Because I’ve always wanted to dominate you. What wejust did, the way I — how I scared you, excited me.”Silence. His hands began to crawl up my leg.”If I could jack you off and make you orgasm threetimes, it would make me happy.”Naively, I told him that he could do so. I couldn’tresist the sincerity in his eyes in saying that.Although, with that being said, anything romanticabout the evening was suddenly broken. Now Iunderstand what he meant by “controlling” me, which hedisplayed perfectly with his relentless hands thatshafted my cock for the next half hour. He certainlyhad control of me, especially when he refused to letgo of my cock after the first ejaculation. The secondand third ejaculations came, but far less soon as thefirst, as my body was trying to resist the sensationsthat Steve was forcing upon me. And he refused tostop until I got to the third. Now I knew what hisidea of control meant.After he was done shafting my cock, he laid on top ofme again, and began whispering naughty littlenicknames that he thought suited me. Some of the morethoughtless nicknames included “doggy”, “good ride”,and “cock slave”. Some of the more original namesincluded “Cowboy’s favourite pet” and “Thirsty”. Hetold me to pick a favourite and I told him “Thirsty”.And with that he re-enforced it.For the whole first year of university, I had sex withSteve. He’d call me up, asked if I wanted to “study”with him, and like a horny a****l that couldn’t sayno, I told him “Yeah, that would be… great.” Somedays I’d lie to myself and convince myself that I wasdoing it so that he could relieve his need to dominateme. Other days I would be pragmatic, and realize itwas I who WANTED to be dominated. And on more hopefuldays, I was hoping that he’d say “I love you” again.Much of our sex continued on in the same way — oralsex, anal sex, facials, and masturbation. Other dayswhen he was feeling particularly kinky, he likedshoving his middle finger up my anus and with justthat, he made me orgasm a good two or three times.Needless to say, we had a great relationship.

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