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Sypher

July 3, 2023, Summer break before start of junior year,

My body thrashed, tossed and turned, while a symphony of sexually charged moans echoed in the quiet room as sleep evaded me. My mind raced with a whirlwind of decadent thoughts that refused to settle. Every time I closed my eyes, I smelled the intoxicating scent of desire, the lingering warmth of gratification, and the forbidden taste of sin.

It was my living nightmare. The night I surrendered to my deepest desire, which only left a hunger for more that I was utterly powerless to ignore.

The feel, the smell and the taste—Oh God, the taste I remembered well.

Sweat trickled down my temples. My body was too hot.

My cock was rock hard; the ache so strong it was hard to ignore.

My attempts to alleviate the pain in my balls were futile, no matter what I tried.

With a firm grip on my stiff dick, I commenced rapid strokes, hoping for a quick release. My eyes closed, and I pictured the sensation of my cock penetrating deeply into that snug, warm opening. The intense heat scorched me, and I felt the suffocating pressure of the suction as I relentlessly pushed into that forbidden place.

Fuck !

Overwhelmed by an intense longing, I desperately yearned to get on my bike and ride for two hours to reach the heavenly place I was certain was there waiting for me. But the first time was a mistake.

I would never do that again.

I couldn’t do that again.

I promised myself.

With force, I tugged on my stiff cock, simultaneously squeezing my swollen balls and massaging them while I intensified the pressure on my dick.

Please let me come quickly!

The bouncing of my bed helped my cause as I continued the furious pace of spanking my dick, and all the while, getting harder and harder.

I was so close.

I could feel the tightening.

That glorious release was within my reach.

Then, like always, I remembered who I was fucking.

“ What do you want, Danny?” his sultry, husky voice asked.

“I want to know what I’ve been missing,” I growled. “I want to fuck you, kiss you. I want your body next to mine when I wake up. I want to watch you lick me all over, suck me off as I watch you swallow every drop of my cum.”

The sultry smile before me had my cock straining against my jeans.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

I had long deprived myself of this particular pleasure, but I decided that for this one night, and this night alone, I would finally indulge. For as long as I could remember, I harbored a dark secret to taste the forbidden fruit, to experience the searing heat of a single kiss, and to know the profound intimacy of love, if only for a fleeting moment.

I stood immobile as I watched the sexy blond walk forward, running hot, fevered hands over my short hair. For the first time, I yearned for longer hair that someone could pull and play with. Throughout my life, I had found satisfaction in facing challenges and hardships, yet at this precise juncture, I was completely at the mercy of fate, rendered utterly incapable of influencing my present situation.

The rich aroma of dark roast coffee filled my nostrils when his soft tongue, wet and warm, licked my neck. The tactile and olfactory sensations were so intense that, with my eyes tightly shut, I shuddered uncontrollably. Unexpectedly, and without warning, incredibly warm and delightful lips pressed against mine. Then, a hot tongue invaded my mouth, causing a sensual moan to escape my lips.

The feeling was completely novel, entirely unprecedented in my experience, and yet, paradoxically, I found myself completely enthralled by it, loving every moment. My response was immediate when I plunged my tongue into his fiery depths. A violent, uncompromising assault began as hands moved repeatedly up and down my back, aggressively pulling at my shirt until finally, warm hands touched my bare skin for the first time.

As I lifted my shirt to get it out of the way, the assault on my mouth was momentarily interrupted, only to begin again with even more vigor as if no interruption had ever occurred. His tantalizing hands roamed over my firm chest, teasing and tugging at my sensitive nipples.

A wave of intense pleasure sent shivers of ecstasy up my spine, making my skin tingle.

This was actually happening.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it, nor did I want to.

It felt so right, oh so wrong, and so fucking fantastic!

With a sigh, the kiss broke, and then those soft, warm lips, like plush velvet, slid down my throat, finding a home in the hollow of my neck, rubbing and caressing their way down my chest.

A tidal wave of unprecedented sensations crashed over me, leaving me utterly saturated and reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience. I’d given my body over to others many times before, submitting to their desires, but the overwhelming nature of these new sensations completely escaped my control. I had convinced myself that a single night of ardent passion would suffice. One taste, and my needs would be fully satisfied. With those feverish hands and that wicked mouth moving over me, a profound realization washed over me. I had unearthed something within my very being, something so fundamentally transformative that it would forever eclipse all other experiences.

With sudden clarity, I grasped what my heart truly ached for, what it desperately required, and what it intensely desired.

“Clothes off, Danny,” his voice demanded.

Quickly dispensing with my pants, I was left standing naked. My hard cock jutting out while those hot hands grabbed my dick and began the slow, torturous movement of jerking me off. I watched as the sexy blond smiled, then kneeled before me. Working every square inch of my cock with his scorching mouth, I moaned, “Oh fuck, that feels so good.”

“Just wait, baby,” the blond whispered, licking the head of my cock.

“Fuck,” I cursed loudly, clutching his head to steady myself while he ran his tongue along the head of my penis. With a groan escaping my lips, I shut my eyes when his mischievous tongue danced around the tip of my cock, and then he enveloped it entirely and proceeded to draw me deep into the warmth of his mouth.

As I plunged down the rabbit hole, a kaleidoscope of light exploded behind my eyelids, a dizzying swirl of color and disorientation. Suddenly, my concerns felt trivial and meaningless. Only this moment in time mattered, as he swallowed my cock deeper. Surrendering to my delirium, I allowed him to introduce me to a pleasure that was completely new to me. A rich, decadent, forbidden desire, something equally sinful and sweet, erupted from deep within the recesses of my soul, its flavor welcoming, yearning, begging for more.

“Come on, Danny. You’re wound too tight. Lie down and let me ease some of your stress.”

Doing as requested, I allowed him to guide me to his bedroom, where I laid face down on his bed as he removed his robe.

I felt his warm weight settle onto my back, his strong hands kneading the tension from my shoulders as a comforting warmth spread through me. I relaxed while he worked, manipulated, and massaged every muscle, feeling the knots melt away with every gentle stroke. With painstaking care, he started at my toes, his hands moving with a rhythm that was both sensual and precise, covering every inch of my body until his devilishly capable hands reached their destination.

I’d had massages before and had been to exotic spas. Hell, I even had a Japanese woman jump on my back one time, but nothing prepared me for what he did next.

So when his wicked hot tongue rimmed my asshole, I thought for sure I would cum all over the bedsheets. The fireworks in my ass had me writhing in pleasure.

That was until I felt his hot tongue slide in.

“Oh FUCK!”

“You like that, baby?” he asked.

A loud growl grew deep within me.

Quickly rolling over, I pinned him beneath me. “I need to fuck you now.”

Not giving him time to answer, I hooked an arm under his leg and lifted it over my shoulder. Tilting my gaze downwards, I locked onto my destination and worked at pooling enough saliva in my mouth before spitting it directly onto his hole. Then, grabbing my throbbing cock, I placed it at his hot entrance and surged forward into the tightest hole ever.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, you’re so goddamned tight,” I gritted out as I began slowly thrusting in and out of what had to be the tightest hole on the fucking planet. Leaning forward, I couldn’t resist those lips. Kissing his soft, full lips, I pounded in and out of his hot channel and for the first time in my life, it felt like everything was as it should be.

The feel, the touch, the intimacy was right.

Nothing could have prepared me for that revelation when I plowed deeper into his hot moistness.

“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good. That’s it. Clench your hole for me. Make me cum for you,” I moaned, thrusting harder and harder.

“Fuck my ass, Danny. Fuck it deep. Yeah, you like sticking your fabulous cock deep in my tight fuckhole, don’t you? You love sticking your dick in another man’s ass. Come for me. Show me how much you love fucking my tight hole!” Dante yelled, writhing beneath me when I grabbed his hips, pounding as my balls tightened and I spewed my juice into him.

My eyes flew open, and a jolt of adrenaline shot through me, my heart racing like a runaway train. I gasped for air, my body craving further stimulation.

“Shit!” I shouted, turning and sitting on the side of my bed.

I couldn’t get that night out of my fucking head, and it was beginning to mess with my mind. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t do anything. I had to find a way to let him go. There was nothing I could do to change what had happened. I gave into a moment of lust, and now he was like a drug I couldn’t kick.

I had gotten a taste of the forbidden and I craved more.

Unable to sleep or get the release I so desperately needed, I rose from the bed and quickly dressed. If I couldn’t have what I most desperately wanted, then by God, I would have the next best thing.

Grabbing my keys, I headed for my door when someone knocked.

Throwing it open, the last person I ever thought stood smiling at me.

“Ms. Illyria.”

“Oh my.” The beautiful woman grinned, looking me up and down like I was a tasty treat. “You have changed, haven’t you?”

I blushed. “Yes, ma’am.”

Hugging me, she whispered, “It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” I replied, patting her back uncomfortably before taking a step back. “Uh, Ms. Illyria. What are you doing here?”

“Brought the journal you said you needed.” She smiled and slapped a leather journal against my chest, right before she walked past me into my dorm room.

Shit.