Samir: Pt 4

by Yani (Bahrain)

He seemed to grow an inch taller in relief. “Really?”

“You have no idea how much this scares me.”

It almost looked like he was going to say the same back to me.

Did I really see a tear in his eye?

But I stopped him with a kiss, before going down to feel his beautiful soft cock.

And there he was, just submitting to me.

I rubbed his stomach ever so gently. I kissed his navel. I rubbed up to his chest. He held my hand while I gently squeeze his nipples, one after the other.

And then I started rubbing under his navel.

Into his pubes. As I could feel his hands gently rubbing through my hair.

Wow. His soft cock was so thick. So long. Way bigger than a handful. His cockhead was perfect. I kissed it. He was still soft, even as the pre-cum flowed out of his slit.

His balls were enormous. Almost seemed like a handful each. I couldn’t help but think no wonder he can cum so much. As I gently tugged at them, and played with the base of his shaft.

Samir pulled me up again, and silently started kissing me again. Even smiling proudly as he kissed the huge hickey he had left on my shoulder.

“I want these all over you.”

As his tongue went back to owning my mouth, I quietly stretched that gorgeous cock, which started growing. And growing. Every time it seemed like it was still bigger than the last time.

I would be lying to say I wasn’t worried.

“Damn. I need more time with you.”

And there I was about to get fucked again. Me almost as worried about someone coming in and finding us as I was that I might not be able to take it all again.

But there was that gorgeous throbbing cockhead. Right at my hole again.

I took over and made sure he got in. With him cumming so fast I got it all over my hand as I worked him in.

Samir smiled. He knew. “I still don’t know how the fuck you do that.” As he pulled my hand up to his mouth, licked it off, smiled at me, and kissed me. As he pushed his cum, together with his tongue, deep into my mouth.

His cock found its way all the way in. Damn. Was this a whirlwind?

He was shooting again. Or still.

I was so worried it might end.

Little did I know Samir was determined that it wouldn’t.
So of course we had sex again after practice, and almost of course it still seemed to keep getting better.

But I had spent all practice, even while still leaking his cum, doing my best to plan the next thing that for whatever reason I really hoped might happen. And if I was really determined, and really had at least my plan A and at least plan B ready, I knew I had a fair chance of being fairly hopeful here.

Experience seemed to be on my side, because I really didn’t ask for much, didn’t really want all that much, and really tried to jump in wherever I could.

So all in all it seemed a small thing, but not being all that needy, of course I worried when I felt like I might be.

So after practice, after another tryst, after being filled with still more cum, everywhere Samir seemed to be able to shoot it, and even after some great kisses, my best of plans got a bit interrupted with me being a bit overly emotional, which would generally have worried me, except that Samir seemed genuinely concerned. Maybe because he really did know how sore I was? How I’d never say no? Or even something more?

So I apologized for yet more tears, as I plunged into what felt like such a huge step for me: “Can I ask you something, for real, Samir?”

He genuinely seemed touched. I really almost never asked for anything, and it was almost like the thought that I had a request seemed to almost make him emotional.

He kissed me ever so gently on the lips, quietly slipping his tongue in just a bit: “I’d love you to.”

Damn. I so often held so much back. I’d even refuse invitations until sometimes the other person would get mad at me and make me accept. And it really wasn’t all that much. But there I went: “Damn. You must know I love everything we’re doing. But is there any way I can actually get a real hour or two of your time, just for the two of us? Without anything on an agenda at all?”

Sure. It doesn’t sound like much, especially if you aren’t in the middle of how we interacted. But I really had never bothered asking for anything before.

And somehow the request seemed to hit him even harder than me, almost as if it actually hit him, right there, how little I ever asked for.

“Right now? Any place in particular? Damn. I’ll do anything. Seriously. Happily. Just tell me when. I can call my girl tonight and cancel if you want.”

Fuck. I could not handle being overwhelmed right now. I knew we needed to work on his math that evening. I knew he’d need to see his girl. And I really didn’t want to upset anything. Seriously.

So I breathed deeply: “I’d really like to just spend an hour, maybe even two, just being with you. I’ve thought maybe your place, maybe mine. Maybe even better my dad’s cabin up in the mountains?”

Such an interesting smile broke out on his face. I was still trying so hard to figure out what all these new reactions of his might mean. So many things I had never seen before.
I was barely paying attention as he made sure it didn’t all go in my mouth, no matter how hard I tried. He shot on my nose, even got some in my eye.

Fuck. It was like he was painting. So I became his canvas. Fuck. I would become anything for him.

And like the second he could tell that, he let me go back to worshipping him. Fuck. I really wasn’t just worshipping his cock. I loved him. Would have done anything for him. Could he tell that?

And the fucker shot a second time, and even talked, yet again: “Shit. How do you do that?” As if I were the one making the cum flow out of him.

Now he let me take my time. Lick all around his piss slit. Lightly squeeze the base of his shaft. Suck in his sweet cum. His hands went to my head.

“God I’ve missed this.”

I sucked deeper. More gently. I loved him so damn much.

As he went soft I made sure I sucked him all the way to his pubes.

I could tell he was going to piss. He tried to pull out. I grabbed his ass.

And his piss flowed into my mouth. Down my throat.

Both his hands clenched my hair as I drank his golden liquid. I closed my eyes to focus. I drank and drank.

And he finished. And like that very second he pulled me up. And before I even had my balance his tongue entered my mouth.

“Thank you, baby. How the hell did I not find you earlier. I’ll try to make it until after our workout.”

He pulled his tongue out. Fucked my eyes one more time. But somehow gently this time.

Spit a bit into my mouth.

I was trying to catch my breath as he headed off…
So there I was, covered in cum, filled with cum and piss, with my ass both sore from yesterday and aching because I needed him.

Damn. Why was I not embarrassed that I had just so happily drunk a dude’s piss?

Hard not to at least feel gay, no matter what I thought personally. And as I put myself together to head back out, I did my best not to wash any of his cum off, although that shouldn’t go down that well as I ran into others, and I really couldn’t have that either. I still hadn’t figured out how to deal with the girl I was dating, even if it wasn’t all that deep a relationship.

But I still wanted him close to me. In any way possible.

Hell. Relationships. Just a few days had thrown my mind into a whirl on what those were.

If I could have just run away with Samir , I would have, even though I still didn’t have any idea how real this was. A couple blow jobs, one fuck. Doesn’t really sound like a relationship. And I had still not made sense of everything that had led up to this. Maybe anything.

I still hadn’t even figured out what made the dude write that first note.

I could still go from seeing myself as just another conquest of his to wanting to grab the fucker’s heart and soul and never give it back to him. But of course that depended on him.

To be continued

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