Ios Adventures

These are some stories of a young man's intimate experiences. The seven parts are only loosely connected to each other.

1. Kiko Goes to University

Kiko was lonely and awkward in the autumn of his first year away at school, so when he saw the online ad offering "stress relief" with "no reciprocation" for "healthy, open-minded students" he responded. The man said he could come over right now if he wanted. Kiko wasn't naïve; he left info about where he was going so investigators probing his possible disappearance would know what to look for. Horny didn't make him stupid, at least not totally.

The man's house was in a nice neighborhood, with plenty of neighbors in screaming distance, so when the door shut behind him and he saw the man, middle aged but still vigorous, smiling friendly, he relaxed a bit.

"C'mon, unzip," the man said, cheerfully, an obvious erection under his bathrobe, "Let's see what you've got!" Kiko wordlessly unzipped his jeans as the man knelt in front of him. The man took Kiko's penis into his mouth even before Kiko's belt buckle thumped on the floor. In seconds his lips had pushed down to make a ring at the base of the shaft. Kiko held open his shirt so he could see the man's nose buried in his pubic fur. He felt his balls brushing the man's chin.

As he watched, the man began to bob his head back and forth, his tongue stroking the underside of Kiko's shaft as he pushed towards Kiko, his tongue caressing the cockhead as he drew back. Kiko groaned, and felt his muscles tighten as the man's hands reached around and cupped his buttocks.

The man sensed this and released Kiko's penis long enough to say, "Come for me, boy." His breath was warm on Kiko's wet cock. Then he pulled Kiko to him, forcing Kiko's penis back in his mouth until the cockhead bumped down the man's throat.

Kiko yelped in delight and let himself go. He felt his back arch and his body spasm as he emptied his balls into the man's mouth, pumping jet after jet. Kiko could feel the man's cheeks and tongue moving as he greedily sucked and swallowed, again and again. At last, sighing dreamily, he almost collapsed before the man could stand up and support him.

With the man's help, he slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers as they made their way to the bedroom.

"I could suck your dick all day, boy. Do you think you could come a second time?"

Kiko nodded shyly.

"Or maybe a third?"

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2. Kiko's Job at the Milk Bar

In the back room of the Milk bar Kiko's friend found Kiko. Kiko was wearing a T-shirt that said "Citrus" and sitting by one of the milking benches.

"The T-shirt?" he asked.

"Oh," Kiko smiled, "My diet's heavy on citrus, gives my milk one of the bar's signature flavors. Didn't you see the menus?"

"No, I came in the side door when the busboy went to toss the empties. Are you all right?"

"Yeah. A little tired, but - "

A handsome young man wearing a T-shirt identical to Kiko's, except it said, "MEAT", came up holding a small glass cup. Smiling, he said, "Kiko, beautiful, you're up. Think you can manage a few lovin' spoonfuls?"

Kiko grinned and climbed up on the bench, which looked like an ordinary massage table, except there was a large round opening in the middle. Pulling down his jeans, he lay face down with his genitals hanging through it. The handsome young man sat on a low wooden stool beside the bench.

Kiko's friend watched as the young man expertly stroked Kiko's penis, pointing it straight down into the glass cup.

"I - Ah!" Kiko moaned, "I've only got a couple more, then you can give me a ride home, unless they need to keep me for milking duty." He moaned again, more loudly.

"He likes milking just as much as being milked," said the handsome young man, increasing the speed of his strokes.

Kiko's friend watched as Kiko's buttocks began to clench, Kiko's breath came faster and faster until finally he gasped, "Now, NOW!" and shuddered as the handsome young man carefully guided his spurts of semen in to the glass, paused briefly to gently squeeze out the last few drops, then stood up and hurried off, saying, apologetically, "Sorry, gotta rush. Customers, y'know."

Kiko's friend moved around and sat on the wooden stool and waited, stroking Kiko's hair pensively as Kiko gradually caught his breath.

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3. Kiko Meets an Interesting Man

Kiko saw Sir for the very first time when he closed his locker and turned around. Sir was naked, but smooth and assured as if he were in one of his favorite Italian suits, ordering champagne at an exclusive rooftop bar, rather than cruising a crowded bathhouse wearing nothing but a soft smile and a semi-hardon. Kiko, even with a crisp white towel wrapped modestly around his waist, felt a bit abashed.

"Hi," he said shyly. He had to say something, the way the man's eyes were studying his body. Everybody looked at Kiko of course; he was dark-haired and dark-eyed, with a trim dancer's body and perfect golden skin hinting of Pacific islands or warm lands in the south of India. This man's look was different, though: appraising, appreciative of course, but without betraying any of the usual body hunger.

"New here?" the man asked, extending his hand.

"Kind of," Kiko shook hands, thinking of the few times horniness had nerved him to walk through the discreet doorway of the club (pay the entrance fee in cash, don't look the attendant directly in the eye). Would the man offer to relieve the boyish pressure in his balls, (so many of the men here did), or did he want a longer-term relationship?

"Just coming here to...?" the man let go Kiko's hand and lightly traced a fingertip across Kiko's taut stomach before he stepped back, chuckling, "...to cum in some lucky guy's mouth and then get dressed and sneak out before making eye contact?"

The man seemed to have read his mind, but the tension was broken (Kiko's tension -- the man looked like he could be relaxed and confident anywhere). "Oh," Kiko laughed, "I usually took a shower before I left."

"And sometimes you even made eye contact?" The man looked him in the eye.

"Sometimes," Kiko responded, dropping his hand to touch his towel.

"C'mon," the man said, "Let's get naked and hit the steam room for a bit." He turned and started to walk away, not waiting to see what Kiko would do.

Kiko followed, didn't hesitate a second, only saying, "You're naked now, man!"

"Always," the man replied, not looking back. Kiko was already pulling off his towel and throwing it over his shoulder.

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The steam room was empty. Kiko would normally be wary of slipping away from the crowd with a total stranger. The man hadn't even given his name! But somehow...

The man took a spot on the cedar bench in a secluded corner and waved him over, saying, "Come, sit on my lap and tell me your name, boy!" Kiko walked over, turned around, and lowered himself into the man's lap. The two of them were about the same height, but the man was heavier than Kiko, more muscular, with broader shoulders. Kiko felt the man's chest, hard against his back. His buttocks felt pubic hair and the man's genitals, but the man didn't try to slip his penis between Kiko's cheeks. Well, he had said, "Sit on my lap," not "Sit on my cock"!

"I'm Kiko," he said, as the man's arms encircled him. The man took Kiko's towel off his shoulder and kissed the back of Kiko's neck. Kiko's penis began to stiffen.

"Such a delightful name," the man kissed him again, but didn't give his own name.

"That feels good," said Kiko, opening his legs, hoping the man was interested in Kiko's growing erection as much as he was interested in Kiko's neck (which the man was still kissing) or nipples (which the man was stroking gently).

He was. The man's fingers slowly found their way down Kiko's flat stomach to where his penis rose from dark, short pubic hair. Gentle fingertips traced their way up and down the shaft, sketched little circles around his smooth-shaven testicles, rolled down the foreskin as the cockhead emerged and gradually coaxed out the first drops of pre-ejaculate. Kiko sighed with pleasure and began to tense and relax his thigh muscles.

The man's chest was warm against his back. Under him he could feel the man's penis growing erect, pushing between his buttock cheeks. Would the man enter him? Kiko had a couple of toys in a box under his bed, a vibrator, anal beads, a small buttplug, but he'd never experienced a live man -- and certainly not without a condom.

Instead of Kiko's tight young anus, the man's cockhead slipped between Kiko's legs and brushed under Kiko's testicles, which were now drawn up into snug little lumps below his penis, as Kiko began to thrust his hips. The man's fingertips, slick with Kiko's pre-cum, teased Kiko's throbbing penis to the brink of orgasm. Kiko's breath came faster and faster.

"Hold on, Kiko," the man said, steadying him with his left hand pressed flat against Kiko's stomach.

"I c-can't," Kiko gasped.

"I know," the man agreed, whispering softly, hugging Kiko to him as he caressed the flared helmet of Kiko's straining penis.

Kiko's body contracted and he thrust upward. His mouth opened as he arched his neck, his head falling back to rest on the man's shoulder. He thrust again and pumped out jet after jet of jissom to splash on the floor, the bench, the man's legs and back up to splatter his own straining chest and stomach with streams of hot, young boyjuice.

When his body finally stopped spasming, he sagged back, closed his eyes and dreamily murmured, "Ahhh," as the man's arms tenderly enveloped him.

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When Kiko came back from a long way away he felt the man's fingers, slick with sweat and semen, tracing circles around Kiko's nipples. The steam room was crowded now, men sitting on the cedar benches, sweating, talking, hooking up. Most of them turned curious eyes to Kiko: playing in the steam room wasn't common, though Kiko did notice one slim youth on his knees with his head between another boy's legs, running his tongue along the rippling veins of an impressive twenty centimetre cock.

"Time for a shower now," the man whispered in Kiko's ear as Kiko opened his mouth to yawn.

Kiko got to his feet unsteadily and headed for the shower room. It was crowded there too, and friendly hands reached for both their bodies as Kiko and the man hunted for an unoccupied shower head.

After Kiko turned the water on, the man took him in hand, decanting a few squirts of soap and rubbing the suds vigorously into Kiko's golden skin. The Caracalla Club was a bit shabbier than it had been in the glory days of glory holes and glorious unprotected daisy chains, but they still prided themselves on their signature Chevrefeuille soap. The man's hands caressed and embraced Kiko everywhere he could (conveniently) reach.

Suddenly Kiko realized he'd never before washed with another man at the Club. Guys would come up to him the minute he walked in, often middle-aged but mostly in-shape guys. He usually chose the first one who approached, without thinking, and quickly spermed in his mouth. Afterwards, the ache in his balls relieved, he'd grab his towel, head for the showers and anonymously clean away any body fluids before hurrying home.

Now he luxuriated in the firm hands that stroked his back, squeezed his thighs and teased his nipples. The man soaped up Kiko's testicles, stretching them and rolling them in his cupped hand. He washed Kiko's pubic hair and his penis, pulling back the foreskin and cleaning off the sweat and leftover semen. His hands even found their way between Kiko's buttocks to explore his back entrance with a gentle fingertip -- but not very far, Kiko's tight sphincter was a soft, pink vise.

By the time the man maneuvered him back under the shower spray to rinse the soap off, Kiko was squeaky clean, his penis rock-hard again. Kiko wondered if the man wanted a repeat performance, wanted to make him shoot off with a whole shower room of men watching. But he just handed Kiko the soap and waited, feet a little bit apart, arms raised a little bit from his sides, coolly offering his body.

Kiko started at the chest, running his hands along the lines of the man's muscles, tracing circles around nipples with his fingertips. He washed the man's arms and then slid his soapy hands around to the man's back, not quite ready to touch below the waist yet. But as he moved, he felt something brush his cock, looked down and saw their two shafts rubbing together. He stepped back, startled, but the man barely seemed to notice. His erection was straining and throbbing, though, and Kiko thought the man's breath was coming faster now.

The man's back was broad and smooth, a delight under Kiko's palms. Soap dripped down to the man's buttocks and eventually Kiko's fingers worked up the courage to follows the suds and bubbles down there too. At first the man didn't seem to react, but as Kiko kneaded the firm flesh the man shifted his feet, moving them a few centimeters further apart.

Shyly, Kiko pried open the man's cheeks and slipped his fingers between them. The skin was perfectly smooth, either depilated or naturally hairless. Did this handsome, infinitely confident man like to *take it up the arse*?! Kiko stroked soapsuds up and down, reaching through to touch just below the man's balls, gently fingering the creased muscle of the man's anus but not daring to push inside. It was so intimate, touching this anonymous man from behind. The man kept his gaze calmly forward, Kiko unseen in the shadow of broad back and shoulders.

The man enjoyed it, and Kiko enjoyed it, but even going slowly Kiko soon had the man's backdoor squeaky clean. Sighing, he rinsed off the man's back, cupping his hand under the man's buttocks to gather water to splash up between his cheeks. Now only the man's genitals were left unwashed.

Kiko gently soaped them up, pulling the silky flesh of the foreskin back and forth, rolling the shaved ballsack in his palm, sketching the contours of veins running the length of the man's pulsating cock. Kiko had played with other boys when he was younger, sitting next to them on the couch with their trousers down, jerking each other's cocks with mineral oil or sunscreen or some other boyishly improvised lube. They'd raced to see who could bring the other to climax quickest, or who could shoot farthest, or just teased each other until their eyes rolled back in their heads and they pumped their jizz in sticky white fountains that splattered on their chests.

But he'd never got up the nerve to take the other boy in his mouth, much less swallowed his balljuice (licking his fingers afterward was a slice of heaven -- as long as they'd managed without the sunscreen!). Nervous ... but ... he wanted it now, his mouth watered, his cock throbbed as he thought of tasting the man, tonguing him, swallowing him, feeling balls swinging against his chin as he buried his nose in the man's pubic hair, trimmed short, Kiko felt sure, purely for Kiko's comfort as he pleasured him.

Should he ask? Or would it be just so passionate to pop the head into his virgin mouth and try to force it down as far into his throat as he could? Would he gag, choke, be too rough? He just wanted it so MUCH! Then, before he knew it, he was on his knees!

His hands worked all by themselves, rinsing off the last of the soap and drawing that delicious cockhead to Kiko's waiting lips. Kiko pulled, and the man took a half-step forward and suddenly Kiko was kissing the soft purplish skin, taking the head, pulsing with the man's heartbeat, into his mouth, exploring with his tongue as he pushed down as hard as he dared, struggling to avoid scraping his teeth and ruining the moment.

The boys he'd jerked off on his mom's couch (or on their mom's couches) had sometimes wanted him to suck, but he'd never done it, even when the other boy offered to blow him first. He was always hungry for them, though, and after he came home he cursed himself for chickening out, then lying to himself (and the other boy) that he just wanted to see the sperm shoot out instead of tasting it on his tongue.

The man moaned softly but didn't say anything. In the back of his mind, Kiko wanted to look around, wondering if anyone was watching his first time sucking cock, but the man's flat stomach was his entire field of view now. He thought he could hear someone talking, but couldn't make out words. Then the man stroked Kiko's hair gently and Kiko heard him say -- breathing hard -- that "I'm sure he'd enjoy having his backdoor rimmed." He chuckled, "It's nice and clean: I washed it myself!"

The shower room WAS paying attention! The man's words brought Kiko back to a full erection. He wanted to yell, "Yes Yes yesyesyes YES! Lick arse!" He couldn't let the man's cock out of his mouth, so his words were only a frantic humming "Mmm-Hmm-MMM." The man shivered as the vibration went down to the base of his penis, then rippled up his spine.

Kiko's eye caught motion below him, a bald head moving from behind the man, between the man's spread legs. Wet, warm lips caressed the head of Kiko's penis, licking and sucking, gradually swallowing him until those lips formed a tight band at the base of his shaft. Fingers, lips, mouths touched him everywhere now, teasing his nipples, stroking his arms, cupping his balls, trailing wetly along his thighs, kissing the back of his neck, down his spine, until at last, as promised, an intrepid explorer began to investigate his backside. Hands opened his buttock cheeks, a tongue-tip ran from his tailbone down the crease between his cheeks, circled the sensitive skin around his anus, then attempted to coax open his tight hole.

His eyes turned up in his head with pleasure. Without the hands supporting him he would have collapsed. It was all he could do to keep his mouth and throat open for the man's cock. The men in the shower room who weren't touching Kiko or the man were now an unbroken circle of spectators stroking stiffening cocks (their own or each other's), watching Kiko's neck bulging and pulsing as the man pumped his cock down Kiko's throat, deeper and faster.

It was the anonymous tongue finally pushing through the sensitive muscle ring of his back entrance that dragged Kiko over the edge. Still, with the small place in the base of his brain that could still think he concentrated on images from all the porn blowjobs he'd seen. Holding the cockshaft in his hand so the final thrusts were only half-deep, he received the delicious hot jets of sperm on his tongue. His own balls contracted and he spasmed and spurted into the bald man's eager mouth.

Their audience of erect penises began to ejaculate, a silent applause of boy and man semen arching through the steamy air of the shower room to splash on the squirming orgy centered on Kiko's shaking body.

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With the remnants of his strength, Kiko massaged the last drops from the man's penis and swallowed again, shivering as the bald man did the same for him. Exhausted, Kiko was limp as the penis that slipped from his mouth when the man leaned down and helped him to his feet. They hugged, sweaty chests rubbing, wet cocks and balls mingling, weak thighs supporting each other.

"That was very good, Kiko!" the man whispered in his ear.

"Thank you," Kiko whispered back and then, not knowing why, added, "Sir."

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4. Kiko and the Cream Shower

Master was sitting in his big armchair by the bed when Kiko came back in. Dutifully he knelt down and reached to open Master's robe when, "Come sit on my lap, Kiko."

Kiko was always naked in Master's house, and the silk robe felt so good on his bare skin when he nestled in Master's arms. But he was nervous, "Sir, you don't want your morning blowjob?"

Master smiled and kissed him gently on the lips, "You've been storing it up in your balls for a week, don't be so surprised at me building up a little supply of my own."