School Pal 2

Steve had arrived that morning, there had been the urgent rush of orgasms from the anticipations of the long separated.   Afternoon:  Steve went shopping as he intended masterminding some of the meals returning with all sorts including venison and fish.   Which, he said was ‘brain food’ of which I was in need.   Thanks!   I would return the favour later!   Evening meal was a relaxing affair with a couple of glasses, S. tricked out in a singlet and very brief shorts, his hefty cock piercing ring peeped out the bottom, the weight of it made the sausage swing about for the lack of undies with a bead of sticky juice hanging on the edge of the metal.   My outfit was a Roman style doublet tied at the waist, tight enough to tent over the nipples, just about making it half down my thighs.   Nice to feel rudely airy in marginal decency with total freedom.  

My turn to wash the dishes, S. was stowing away.   I leaned over the sink finishing the pans, the was a gentle invasion up the skirt.   S, was getting into form.  I obediently bent forward, my cheeks were being parted, a warm moist sensation to my ring, his tongue began to edge inward.   I guessed what was next, one then two fingers and a steady opening.   Mmmm!   Then something was being inserted.   I braced myself, it kept coming, eventually I closed on the neck of the device very well stuffed and plugged.   Then to the sofa for mutual manipulation.   After this mornings round my turn to top except that we got on the fluffy rug with me on my back, S. straddled me, impaled himself on my now steely cock steadily settling back against my raised knees.  We paired in a growing humping action, I seized that great cock in front of me, hooked a finger in the ring and got to work on it.   His great fat balls were tightening against his cock ring, the flaring head glistening with pre running down the shaft.  I took a quick taste, my prostate was in top gear.    Suddenly a massive buzz in my arse.    That plug was alive, he’d switched me on, wicked bugger!     Albeit the second today, it couldn’t last.   Stevey blew and took me with him, his cum sprayed all over mostly landing on my smooth tummy.   In unison I pumped my cum up his hole.   We pretty much collapsed together then, just laid there enjoying the afterglow.   I tossed the vibe control aside, I didn’t need another blast which I knew would amuse Steve!    We both headed for the shower then, S. dragged out the plug, we washed and dried down.   It felt like there was something big remaining up my chuff.

Then, a couple of stiff glasses, relax and to bed.    I had this delightful dream, being fondled by a gorgeous girl.   Then awoke to bright sunlight to find the culprit being Steve.   House rule: NSB10 -- no sex before ten.   And, Tanya would demand us to be on form!  We shared a pot of tea in warm friendship.   That neat pert bottom gave me a little twitch as he headed for the bathroom.   In his usual organised fashion he’d put out a fresh singlet and briefs.   I threaded several dress makers pins into the pouch fabric.   Retaliation!   Well, we’d always played tricks since school days.   Brain food indeed!    Fish for lunch ??