A Year to Remember, Chapter Three - Sex Stories

A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

... up with my left, grasping Simon's bony shoulder, pulling him closer to me, pulling hard and urgently. I want to feel Simon, I want to have his skin touch mine. Our hairless chests are clamped together, helped by my hand between his shoulder blades. Smooth warm skin makes my palm tingle, I move my hand in tiny circles as we make out on the bed. Simon responds by grinding his hips into mine and raising his left knee so that it rests on my right hip. Our engorged, sticky erections, hard against our own and each others bodies. He is still slowly stroking himself, I can feel his hand between my legs. His knuckles caressing the underside of my dick and just nudging my balls each time he moves down his shaft. His free hand is in my hair, caressing my scalp, tugging gently on my earlobe, shit that feels horny! How did he do that? My earlobe my fucks sake! “Fucking hell, Adam. I need to cum.” He lets go of my head and breathes in my ear. His breath, hot and sweet…and male…and Simon. “Me too...” I reach down and my throbbing dick looks as big as I've ever seen it. Just as big as Simon’s. We both flop back onto the bed, panting a bit from the passionate tongue lashing we have just given each other. I wipe the large blob of clear, sticky pre-cum over my satiny helmet and gasp out loud. Simon looks down at my dick and copies the manoeuvre exactly. Even the gasp! “I am so horny right now. Doing this, with you,” he says, earnestly. “Me too but I dunno why.” And I don't know, I'm not just ...

... saying it. Jerking with a faster pace, Simon's taught foreskin is barely covering his head on the upwards stroke and makes it a salacious squelch, each time he strokes down over the raised glans. I close my eyes and think that what I'm about to do is so filthy, so wrong, so not me. I can feel the bed buck and move under my taut body. I open my eyes and Simon is glued to my dick, nearly drooling, like a puppy after a bone. I turn my head and wink at him... “I'm gonna cum!” he gasps. “Shit! Quietly!” I pant out, conscious of the others, two floors below. “Told...you...I...was...a...noisy...wanker...” he manages to get out, then “Aagghh!” Thick white ropes of cum shoot from his gloriously, shiny head. The first hits his left collar bone, the second the centre of his hairless chest, right between his dark peachy nipples. His toes are curled under his feet and yet another massive burst of inner energy, propels the third jet onto my left hip. “Sorry!” he says, smirking. I look down at his cock and see it's angled pretty much at my own, he did that on purpose. He came on me on purpose, the dirty bastard! I reach down with my free hand, not breaking my steadily increasing beat, and scoop up his cum. Hovering over his bollocks, I let his cum run off my finger and it lands with a spatter on his balls. He shivers and smiles. That's enough, enough to send me toppling over the edge of the most intense orgasm I think I will ever endure. My cock feels like it is going to explode and I grip ...