Man for Man
 

Faouzi sweat, spit & spunk

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This is a true story. The events described hereafter happened during my study years in L., Switzerland (2000-2002).

1.

I met him during the spring-break party at the university of L. in Switzerland, where I study. I was hanging around drinking with some of my gay friends in the main hall, which served as a dancefloor for the night. Faouzi, also a student, knew one of the guys in the group, joined us and soon got into talking to me. As we continued to drink, talk quickly yielded to discussing the university's hetero hunks, sexual stuff and eventually proposals. I told him that I wasn't going steady with anyone at the moment and therefore open for new experiences and encounters. In fact, I fancied his type: a slender Asian with dark skin, black short hair and dressed in skater style. He wore a rather large black T-shirt, army-style pants and skater kicks. His eyebrow-piercing, necklace and wristbands were a further turn-on.

 

When the group started to disperse, he moved closer to me and whispered: "stay with me a little, will ya? Let's find us a bunk..." But as it was difficult to find a nice and quiet place beyond the view of people, he precised: "... or if you're in for a quickie, I suggest you follow me!" I just nodded eagerly and made him a sign to move on through the crowd. He directed us to the toilets, looked around to make sure none of our gay pals sees us, and entered. We were lucky: no one using the urinaries, we could lock us up in a stall directly.

He turned around facing me and said: "OK, here we are, get to work!" With these words, he lifted his shirt, opened his belt buckle and jerked down the zipper. Astonished by his straightforwardness, I went to my knees and started to caress his lower stomach with my mouth, sucking in his odor and warmth. Then I slowly tugged down his briefs, already bulging, to free a hot, dark-brown cock encircled with thick pumping veins and a big, circumcised gland. It pointed toward my mouth, slightly curving up, as to demand a milking. So I put myself to work, licking it several times from its hairy base to the head, covering the dark flesh with fresh saliva making it glisten and slippery. It tasted pleasantly from recently washed clothes. Then I put my mouth over the head, sucking on it, and then swallowing as much of the cock as I could. Faouzi got hold of my head, fixing it with his hands, and pushing his cock down my throat.

"Let's fuck you now", he told me after some minutes of deep-throating my mouth, "get up, strip and turn around!" So I did, putting my pants and shirt on the toilet seat, leaving on only my sneakers. I straddled the toilet, rested my hands on the water reservoir and arched my back in order to get my ass in a fuckable position. I heard him nestle through his pockets, then felt a plastic wrapper being put on my ass. It was one of those free vaseline samples handed out at gay parties. He opened it, let the fluid drop between my cheeks and, with two fingers, anointed my ass. His fingers glided into my anus and made my dick nod instantly. I felt his cock playing around my ass lubricating itself that way; then he put one of his hands on my waist and, with the other, adjusted his cock into my ass-crack. Once there, he pushed forward and impaled me from behind.

2.

For my exam preparations that summer, I spent a couple of weeks in B., where my parents live in a house in the suburbs. I had a hard time concentrating on my books, because it was hot and I was trapped inside knowing everybody else had a good time at the swimming pool or else. So I was glad that Faouzi called from L.: he proposed that he could join me in B. and we could have some fun together. I knew what that meant... I suggested the next day, my parents being away for the day.

I started preparations the minute my parents left the house: I washed thoroughly, shaved my ass and put on some sexy clothes. I decided to wear a pair of torn jeans and a muscle-shirt - no underwear and no socks. I was so excited, I had to watch myself, daydreaming of what might be happen, and not to masturbate until Faouzi arrives.

When I heard a car outside and just knew that it was him. I went to the door and let him in. I offered him a drink with which we went upstairs to my room in the attic. There he gulped his drink and started approaching me, caressing my arm first, then my stomach and finally my crotch. I knew what he wanted, so I lifted my shirt pulling it over my head and throwing it on the floor. I rested against my study table and let him kiss my chest, play with my nipples and eventually open my belt and the jeans' zipper. He was surprised to see that I didn't wear anything beneath my pants. Instead my already throbbing dick sprung out to meet his hand. He masturbated me and then, letting drop his pants on his Nikes, freed his brown cock as well. He joined the two and masturbated them one handed.

I got rid of my pants completely and laid back on the table, shoving some books to the side. I lifted my legs holding them up with my hands. "Lube's in the top drawer" I said. He found the bottle and generously anointed his cock; then he used his cock to lubricate my ass by sliding it through my ass-crack several times. The feeling of getting wet down there already made me hot. Finally he penetrated me slowly; then pulling my ass towards him, forced his cock deeper and deeper inside, until his stomach touched my ass. Resting his torso on my thighs, he reached for the bottle of lube again and squeezed an amount of additional lube in the abyss between his stomach and my scrotum. This was the beginning of his fucking frenzy: he withdrew his cock to its head, slammed it back inside with a subtle move of his abdomen and continued this move in a steady rhythm.

 

3.

Back in L. for the new academic year, I desperately hoped that I would meet Faouzi on a more regular basis. I didn't have to wait long: He called me one Saturday evening to ask if I was interested to go out - it was the night of the bimonthly gay night at the local club, which attracts at least half the country. Of course I was delighted. I showered, washing my ass out, shaved face and ass and looked for some sexy skater-style clothes in my wardrobe. It was hot outside, so I just put on a T-shirt, some worn pants and boxers. I came to pick me up in his car around 10 pm, the idea being that we get some drinks somewhere else, before heading down to the club. But instead of driving to the city, he headed towards a quiet part of town, apparently looking for something. He found a parking space in a dark side street sheltered by trees. "What you up to?" I asked, but he just shut the motor and the headlights off, then reclined and said: "Suck me, bitch!" I understood.

I found his pants' zipper in the dark and freed his already hardened cock from the jeans. Then I bowed over his lap and started to suck. I felt his hand on my head: first it was just resting there, following the rhythm of my head going up and down, but after some strokes I felt it taking over, imposing its own speed and, more alarming, the depth of penetration. I started to gag, tears coming to my eyes and saliva dripping out of my mouth, covering my lips and cheeks. He was on the point of cuming when he added the other hand to push my head down a last time - but I didn't want him to cum into my mouth! I forced my head up, trying to say something, but just groaned. Finally, I managed to free myself from the impalement just seconds before he came. He splattered his warm semen all over my face, predominantly on my lips of course.

The party was taking place in an old industrial building. There were several floors with three dancefloors, a restaurant and a lounge. At the back of the lounge, a curtained door gave access to the porn cinema, which was in fact a darkroom. Faouzi and I first of all headed to one of the bars to get a drink; he took off his t-shirt and tucked it into the side of his pants. This already made me hot, because I loved his lean, brown, hairless chest. When we had finished our drinks, Faouzi told me to follow him through the crowd of likewise shirtless, muscular men standing around kissing or dancing. In fact, all of them moved more or less to the beat of pounding house music. He guided me directly to the darkroom, stopped before entering it: "Are you ready?" Knowing what was about to happen, I said: "Yeah!" So he disappeared through the door.

Inside the room, it was so hot and humid, that I was immediately sweating. I was overwhelmed by the loud moaning and the sucking noises, which were not only coming from the big screen in front, where a porn movie was playing, but from all around me. When my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, I saw the walls were crammed with men, some with lowered pants and another man kneeling before them, others simply masturbating. There were guys in groups sitting in the tiers or kneeling astraddle on the seats. I saw heads bobbing in laps and heard one guy shouting: "Come-on, piss on me." In the back of the room, a circle of men formed around what must have been a small stage: lying on it, a highlighted sweat-gleaming ass was being fucked by a huge anointed cock. One could hear the slapping noise made by the violent strokes of the cock. The panting men in the circle masturbated, hoping to be the next in the row either to fuck or to be fucked.

Faouzi guided me to one of the walls where he found a free space between two couples that were already at it for a good while, judging from the trance they were in. He leaned against the wall and just gave me a look. I approached, lowered my head and started by licking his sweaty chest. I gave his nipples a good suck and then continued to his belly button. This gave me the time to open his trousers and just slightly lower them, Pubic hair protruded over the cuff of his briefs, from which I then freed his cock - again. While sucking Faouzi's cock, I suddenly became aware of one of the guys next to us starting to breathe louder and then cum: he jerked all over the place! I felt drops of his cum landing on my cheek. He almost exploded! Meanwhile, his saliva-covered cock must had inspired Faouzi since, fixing me with his eyes, he pursed his lips and let a long trail of spit seep towards my face. It landed precisely on his cock, in front of my lips. Eagerly, I let my mouth glide forward, sucking it in and mingling it with my own. His second dose landed on my upper lip and ran down around my mouth to my chin. I used my tongue to attain the trickle, not to waist any of the fluid. By now, my mouth was a wet fuckhole, gobing what may cum.

4.

It was a couple of days after the party, when I met Faouzi again. I was in my apartment, getting ready to shower before going to bed, when he ringed the doorbell. I was already in my briefs, so I took a peek through the door viewer to see who it was. When I saw Faouzi, I opened the door and let him in. "Nice of you to receive me like this! How did you know I was coming?" Forgetting my fatigue instantly, I said: "Well, I was about to take a shower. You wanna join me?" He nodded and took of his shirt. Watching him sit down and untie his sneakers, I stopped him and said: "Let me take care of this!" I kneeled down before him, and took one of his feet in my hands. He was wearing his Adidas Norton Mill skate shoes with short socks. I started by kissing his ankles, caressing his metal anklet with my tongue, then licking the suede shoe, its sole. I continued by slowly taking it off, smelling the warm scent of feet, moist socks and leather. I took of the socks as well and licked the whole of his foot, sucking each toe, until his foot was completely wet. He interrupted me, being in a blissful trance, with a sarcastic voice: "Can we carry on with some serious action, please?"

Finally naked, I proposed the bathroom as location for his "serious action", He agreed. I got in first, opened the water faucet and started to cover my body with shower gel. I did this with sexy movements to arouse him - lathering my chest, between my ass-cheeks - and it showed effect, as his cock was already standing straight out. "I continue," he ordered. So I rested my forearms against the wall, straddled my legs and arched my back. The hot water now trickled between my shoulders, down my spine and through my ass-crack, to finally drop at the lowest point of my scrotum. Then I felt the firm grip of his hands on my buttocks. He splayed them apart, approached and let his big cock slide upwards through my ass-crack several times, then between my scrotum and thigh. He continued caressing my sphincter using his fingers, one of them suddenly penetrating me, then two, three.

After some minutes of working my ass, he fetched the dildo and the vaseline I kept on the sink. He throttled the water to anoint the black latex, positioned the head and shoved it up my ass. I opened my mouth sucking in air and uttered an moan. He spat several times into my ass-crack and mixed the fluids. I got hold of the dildo, keeping it in place, then turned around and squatted in front of him. He seized my head and pushed his wet cock down my throat. Tears came to my eyes as I choked on it. This is a phantasm I long dreamt of: being used from both ends, performing a "spit roast". The only downer was obviously the inanimateness of one of the participants, my most faithful stud, cleaving its way through my guts.

So I rose again, extracted the dildo and offered my ass, this time for real cock. Faouzi had no problem penetrating me - my ass still slick with vaseline, his cock still sleek saliva-coated. I rested my hands against the tiled wall, arching my back and splaying my legs anew. His hands firmly on my loins, he drilled his rod inside me. Then he seized my shoulders, to be able to increase the speed of humping while my sweat was adding itself to the fluids already covering my body. My anus was getting really worked over and numb so I suggested to Faouzi that he reintroduce the dildo. To splay my ass-crack further, I put one foot on the toilet-seat right next to the shower and arched my back further. He pushed the black dong into my ass, on top of his cock that was still inside. My anus strained further and I drifted into an ecstasy between pleasure and pain.

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In fictional stories it is fine to have sex without condoms, but in reality you should always use a rubber, regardless if you use Prep or not. Prep only protects for HIV, thats why other diaseases spread among Prep users that practice bareback sex.
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