This choice: After you finish, both of you feel incredibly energetic and pumped. • Go Back... Originally by: H. M.  on Muscle Growth: Go Nuts Guys
You feel a little slutty at the moment. You keep sucking the last drops from him, and you still want...more. Not to mention you're feeling hornier than you've felt in ages. Your mind it trying to make sense of it, ten minutes ago you were so tired you could sleep for a week, now you're raring for a good hard romp.
You finally let go, and Sam lets out a content little sigh. But you're by no means done. You climb back up towards his face, and start kissing him passionately. Sam obliges, and suddenly, your tongues are probing each other's mouths, and his hand slips down to your erect cock, now dribbling pre onto his stomach. He leans into your ear. "Someone's a little pent up...here, let me help..."
Sam uses his hand and the rubbing of his lithe body to pleasure you. His other hand is wrapped behind your head, and the two of you are engaged in a full-on make-out, more intense than any you've had in recent memory. In fact, you venture the sex hasn't been this hot since you first began dating as undergrads. Animal grunts and moans fill the room as Sam nibbles on your ear, and you suckle on his neck. Your hands are all over him, and you just want him to give you every bit of loving he can offer.
But you can still feel it, the warm, tingly sensation. You know it's not natural. It's not uncomfortable, but as sure as your degree, it isn't normal. It's almost feverish, but without the discomfort; you've already thrown all the covers off the bed, your naked bodies completely exposed.
"Oh...oh fuck...oh fuck..." Sam's starting to approach a second round. Since when was he ever that horned up? For that matter, you're pretty close, like a dam just about to break. "Sam, I'm close, harder, more, more, ah!"
You've never been a slacker in the "assets" department, nor the "abilities". You came out the first day of college, and certainly had your share of partners and beddings. But you can't ever recall coming so hard. The first gush was impressive enough, rocketing up and onto Sam's creamy chest fur. But it just kept going, a wave, after another, and Sam's gleefully milking you for every last bit of seed. It's a good fifteen seconds before it begins to taper off, and Sam's body looks like an abstract art piece in the dim light of the room. But more importantly, you could swear the room was glowing a faint bluish-white light; you couldn't tell which of you it was coming from, but it sure as hell was there.
You gasp as you climb off onto Sam's side. "Uh, wow...holy crap." Sam's not done, as he grabs himself, and within moments has a second load of his own, running down his cock and onto his getting caught up in his perfectly-manicured pubic fur. Very curiously, when he jerks himself off, there was no glow. Not even a brief glimmer. He giggles like a kid who just stole cookies from the jar. "He he...geez, stud, don't hold out on me...holy fuck that was awesome. I could still go for sloppy thirds if you're up for it."
You look at the stag wide-eyed. "Sam, you were glowing." The stag snorts. "I am now. That was great." You slap your forehead. "No you dummy, the room lit up when I came." The stag makes a confused grunt. "Cal, I didn't see anything. I kinda had my eyes closed. You know, savoring the moment? As you should be doing? Dude, I'm still horny, is that a clue that it's been too long since we had really great sex?" You let out a grunt of exasperation, he was starting to get into bitch mode, and you did not feel like dealing with that right now. On another note, the body is willing, very willing, to spread his backside wide and continue the good times. But you have tutorials in the morning. "Sam, tomorrow's Friday. I have to teach class in the morning." The deer glowers. "Uh, hello? You're pent up more than Old Faithful, and you just want to go to sleep? I busted one nut, now let me empty the other one."
You cross your arms. "Sam, seriously. I don't know what the hell is going on since that rock this evening. It scares me." The stag sits up, some of your seed rolling down his fur. "You know what? Fine. We'll check it out this weekend." He makes an aggravated little huff and heads to the bathroom. "I'll take a shower. You get your precious sleep."
As Sam closes the bathroom door (a little more forcefully than usual, perhaps), you gather the covers and climb back into bed. It was weird. It didn't feel bad, or dangerous. Just...something wasn't quite right. Somehow, you quickly find yourself fading into the dull haze of sleep before Sam even makes it back into the room.
***
You wake up, a little groggy but otherwise feeling okay. You climb out of bed and brush aside the covers, Sam facing the opposite way. He must've gone to sleep in a surly mood. You feel a little bad but...you know, work. Grad school isn't very accommodating.
You hurriedly change into something semi-professional for the students; no rock band tees and worn-to-hell jeans today. As you get dressed, your dress clothes always seemed baggy. But today's lemon-yellow dress shirt is doing a better job cooperating, you don't look as juvenile as usual. Sam stirs, and stands up from the bed.
It's enough to make you stop and stare. Sam's wearing nothing more than a pair of briefs, he must've thrown those on before getting into bed. You know Sam's been hitting the gym a little more lately, trying to avoid becoming waifish while maintaining his fear of all things fatty. But he must be doing something right. The trim, if light, contours of furry six-pack are there. And are his arms and chest a little...bigger? It was possible...and your little friend likes what he sees.
Sam looks a bit bemused. "What? I had to take the velvet off last night, I scratched the bed posts while we were fooling around." You pause, feeling a little hot and bothered. "Sam...I don't know what you're doing in the gym, but it's working." The stag blushes a little at the compliment. "Oh. Thanks Bro! You're not looking too bad yourself. You should totally hit the gym with me this afternoon!"
You give him a wink. "If it's working for you, maybe I will." Sam gets up, plants a warm kiss on your cheek, and saunters into the kitchen, giving you ample time to stare at that pert little ass of his. And for just a moment, you felt a brief rise in temperature, but it was as fleeting as the kiss.
On the way, you go to grab your coat from the rack. The rack was built into the wall, by someone obviously much bigger than you. Normally, you had to stand on your tippy-toes to hang your coat, and you're pretty sure you had to last night. But, as you reach for the coast, you realize you have just enough reach that you're able to take it down without resorting to the ends of your feet. You mull it over for just a moment; maybe last night's sex stretched you out a little. No big deal.
Sam steps back out of the kitchen, you can smell coffee brewing. "Hey stud...before you leave, how about I give you a little thank you gift for noticing my hard work?" You know that sly look on his face.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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