In which our hero has a dream.
I am in an odd place as I can feel her hips but I cannot see any part of her. She is on top of me sliding up and down on my engorged cock. I can hear myself moaning in pleasure. My hands are on her hips, guiding her up and down, setting the pace. She descends all the way and I feel her pubes pressing on my own, my cock rigidly hard and straining up inside of her. We grind together, thrusting and rubbing against each other. I can feel the wetness of her, soaking me as she slides up and down. There is no noise save my own moans of pleasure and the elemental sound of wet cock sliding into wetter cunt. I can feel my hips straining up, searching for that perfect angle that will bring on my climax. My hips thrust up in rhythm to her pumping loins. I am going to climax and my entire world is becoming focused on the sensations of my organ ensheathed inside of her, the walls of her organ caressing and coaxing my semen to burst forth. And I can feel it, see it, the bubbling creamy white elixir filling my balls to overflowing. It is coming now. I can feel it.
I begin thrusting my hips faster, holding her hips in my hands and thrusting up into her. I can hear myself groaning with the strain of the exercise. I begin thrusting frantically, holding her hips in a death grip, fucking savagely up into her. I can hear the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh as I fuck up into her. I am straining to climax, to relieve the terrible, crushing burden of my aching balls, filled to overflowing with semen, desperate to burst forth. I can feel the wave gaining momentum as I thrust hard, straining with all my being to bring the climax on, anything to relieve this terrible pressure. I can see the semen flowing up my shaft as I thrust. Higher and higher, and I am frantically driving my cock into her, eager to finish it, to see my semen burst out of the tip of my cock. I thrust hard and then savagely again, and then a finial desperate lunge and I feel and see at the same instant a great geyser of my semen flow up through my rock hard shaft.
And then I wake up with a huge groaning gasp, my hips thrust obscenely up in the air. And I realize that I really am in the midst of a shuddering climax. But the glorious soft hips of my companion have been magically replaced with a head of hair and I look down to see my roommate Paul between my legs with his mouth on my shaft, gasping and groaning as my crushing flood of semen fills his mouth. I grab the sheet on either side as I strain my hips up to finish spewing my cum into his mouth, moaning at the relief I feel to finally have this burden brought to an end. Finally my contractions come to an end and it remains only for my shuddering to calm and for the remains of my ejaculation to flow into his mouth. I collapse back onto the bed, groaning with the bliss of pleasure and relief, my soul emptied of all burden.
I look down and see Paul kneeling on the bed between my legs, his mouth encapsulating my organ. He is letting me enjoy the pleasure of the post climax soak, my cock bathing in his semen filled mouth. How many times have I done this myself I ponder, held the cock in my mouth long after the climax was over, reveling in the taste of the semen, my triumph in the form of my companion's emptied balls, the cock once rock hard, slowing loosing rigidity and virile hardness. Utter bliss I conclude, for both parties. I am in no rush to push his mouth away and he clearly is in no rush to withdraw. I feel him squeezing his mouth on my organ, a delightful post-climax sensation, the last small bit of semen forced out of the dwindling shaft.
So I have had an erotic dream. We all have them of course. And usually, frustratingly, one wakes before the dream comes to a conclusion. But this time my roommate and cock sucker novitiate was there to witness my erection and arousal, and took advantage. He withdraws and looks up at me. Swallow it I whisper to him. He looks at me for a long time and then I see him swallow. Is there any more powerful or satisfying thing to do in the world than to swallow the life essence of another? I have done this so many, many times I reflect as I look at him; sucked a cock to climax in my mouth and then swallowed the cum, making the strength and power of another my own.
We complete our morning ablutions, breakfast, and then it is off to the training class. We have agreed that we will dinner together tonight and I have no doubt that some agreeable sport is in my future. The morning training session drags on as I am tormented in an unexpected way. Rather than cooling my passions, the morning blowjob seems to have had the reverse effect. I have cock frenzy and my concentration is lost in perpetual daydreaming and fantasies about sucking cock. Every person in the room has my attention and I visualize kneeling in front of each, extracting their organ, and devouring the cock in a frenzy of oral worship. The lead instructor has my particular focus as I visualize in my fantasy stripping naked and taking his full organ in my mouth while the entire room watches. I get hard repeatedly in my daydreaming.
Finally it is the noon lunch break. I have culinary interests not offered on restaurant menus and so make my excuses in favor of a walk in the pleasant sunshine. I head immediately for the video shop in the hope, frantic at this point, of some pleasant midday sport. On the way I reflect that the odd few hundred calories of semen will do me well for the afternoon. I enter the shop, gather my tokens from the clerk, and head for the booth area. I am astonished to see the place literally overflowing with men. Many of the booths are in use and there are many men milling about in various costumes depicting the trade of the owner.