Message-ID: <21691asstr$944557800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: tfrottage@aol.com (TFrottage) Subject: {ASSM} RP House Guest 2 {T. Frottage} (M, solo / m, solo) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <19991207020839.07972.00000257@ng-fh1.aol.com> Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 04:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates This story is intended for persons over 18. Sexually explicit material. Writer welcomes comments on House Guest series. House Guest: The First Lesson By Thomas Frottage Did she mean what she said? I couldn't get her words out of my mind. Did she really want me to join them? I guess only time would tell. I didn't see my roommates for the next three days. I was out late studying, subconsciously hoping when I got home I'd walk into another late night sex session. Unfortunately Marissa's door had been closed each night when I got home. I had to settle for yanking my cock, remembering the wonderful sight of Marissa riding her boyfriend's massive cock. Friday I came home after school hoping to get a quick nap before going out "clubbing" with my friends. I was kind of horny when I got home. Nicole, a very beautiful blond freshman, had hinted to me that she wanted to blow me in the locker room. I didn't think she was serious, but the thought of her full lips wrapped around my cock while I gently pumped her mouth in the musky sweat filled room caused an itch in my jock that I was going to have to take care of. I stripped down to my checked boxers and made my why out to the kitchen for a drink. I noticed Marissa's door was closed and assumed she must've closed it when she went to work. It was still too early for anyone to be home. I decided to watch television for a few minutes before going to my room and taking my nap. I figured there would be something on TV I could watch to heighten my arousal. The Mexican soap opera channel usually did the trick. I flipped the channel on and watched as two big breasted Mexican beauties argued about something. I didn't speak enough Spanish to understand what they were talking about; all I knew was my erection was starting to stir as I fantasized about the two women on the screen. I reached down and touched my growing member through the fabric of my boxers. I liked how I looked when my cock got hard and strained against the fabric of my shorts. I softly stroked the shaft through my boxers as I looked at the television. I wished I had some hard-core porn. All I had was Playboy and I basically wore my collection out. I needed to look at something new. The women on the screen suddenly started rolling around on the floor in some type of poorly choreographed cat fit. They both had snug fitting black pants on and one had an ass very much like Marissa's - firm and toned. I felt an extra rush shoot through my increasingly hardening cock. I touched just the tip through my boxers as I tweaked my nipple ring. God that felt good! >From somewhere behind me I heard the distinct sound of the bedroom door popping open. I quickly took my hand off my hardness and adjusted myself in the easy-chair. I could do nothing about concealing my arousal so I decided to ignore it. I fumbled with the remote control and changed the channel to some lame talk show. "What's up?" Brad, Marissa's boyfriend, asked as he came out from the bedroom. "Nuthin'. Just watchin' the tube," I said trying to hide my growing embarrassment. "Anything good on?" he asked as he sipped water from a large glass. "No. Just flippin channels mostly," I replied craning my neck to look at him over my shoulder. He obviously knew what I was doing. I caught him staring down at my still hard cock. I felt a slight rush of embarrassment run through me again. For a few minutes we talked about how I was doing in school and how I was doing with the ladies. From what Marissa had told me Brad was very much a ladies man before he met her. I could see why, he was about 6'3" very toned and well muscled and, from what I could tell the other night, tanned all over. He also had green eyes that Marissa said got her wet every time she looked into them. Also from my voyeuristic adventure the other night I new he had a huge cock and knew what to do with it. I envied him. So cool and confident, I bet he could even make my inexperienced little girls cream their panties. After a few more minutes of idle chatter he moved out from behind the counter and back toward the bedroom. I noticed that it looked like he was sporting a bit of an erection as he walked by. Did I turn him on? I didn't know if I should be flattered or scared. I do know that I felt my cock twitch as I thought about it. "Did you like what you saw the other night?" he asked before he got down the hallway. I didn't realize he was still there, almost touched my cock when I felt it twitch and wondered if he noticed I was starting to get hard again. I didn't know what to say. Was he mad? "Marissa told me you watched us," he said coming back from the hallway. His voice didn't seem mad. "It's okay. I'm not going to kick your ass or anything." He must've seen the terror on my face. "I never really saw two people fuck before," I said, still trying to recover from his question. "Really? I thought with all the parties you go to that you surely would've walked in one somebody before. I remember when I was in high school my group of friends used to swap girlfriends all the time. We were having group sex before group sex was the thing to do." "My friends are pretty shy. All they want to do is drink and talk about getting laid. I guess I'm kinda like that too," I confessed. "You are?" Brad asked, shocked. "I'm not very good and fucking. I'm kind of scared I guess. There's no way I could do what you did the other night. I've blown my load every time after like two pumps. If I had a girl like Marissa, I'd cum before I even got my cock out." "Did you the other night?" "No. But I couldn't touch myself right away either. I was afraid if I did I'd explode." "You jerk off very often?" Brad asked looking into my lap. My cock was now only semi-hard, I was sure he knew that. "All the time. I've been thinking about you two the past few nights. God that was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen. I've never cum so much." "When you jerk do you cum quick?" "Sometimes. Sometimes I take my time, you know drag it out. I like the way that feels. I usually cum more then too." "That's the first step in learning how to control your orgasms. Believe me I never would be able to last with Marissa if I hadn't learned a long time ago how to keep from cuming fast. It all starts with controlling the sensation your cock feels. Just like when you jerk-off, if you slow down and then speed up the feeling heightens, but you last longer, right?" I thought about that for a few seconds, "Right," I replied. My cock was stirring again. "Tell you what, why don't I teach you how to control your orgasm," Brad said matter-of-factly as he walked back down the hallway. I wasn't sure what he had in mind. I was intrigued by what he had to say, if I could learn what he did, I was sure I could please every woman I ever met. Maybe I wouldn't be so intimidated anymore. Brad came back about a minute later holding a videotape. He put it into the VCR and stretched out on the sofa. He fiddled with the remote control and soon the machine came to life. "I figure we should get something a little harder than Mexican TV. I know that works well though, I've used it several times myself," Brad said as he looked over at me from the couch. "You still jerk off?" I asked, a little amazed. He had Marissa, why would he need to use his own fist? "You bet. Usually twice a day." The blue screen on the television gave way to Jenna Jameson working on Peter North's absolutely astounding erection. Jenna's tits were absolutely the incredible as the hung away from her body while she worked on Peter's cock. My cock sprang to life quickly, even though I was a little nervous about Brad being in the same room as me. I had a hard time taking a piss in public, and I had no idea if I was going to be able to maintain an erection. I looked over to the couch and noticed Brad's cock was coming to life under his black boxers. I fixed my eyes on the screen for a while becoming more and more aroused, trying to keep my hand from touching my cock. It was starting to get painful. I glanced over at Brad every now and then noticing his cock was starting to pock out the top of his waistband. I knew he was pretty turned on also. "You look pretty uncomfortable," he said as he looked over at me. "I've never had my dick out in front of another guy before," I said weakly, trying not to stare at his erection. "You don't have it out now," he said. He was right, my aching cock was straining to come out, but it was still hidden under my boxers. "I'm pretty turned on," Brad said as he touched his hardness under his boxers. I felt nervous excitement rush through me as Brad's hand disappeared into his boxers and slowly stroked his hardness. He stroked for a few seconds then expertly removed his shorts exposing his throbbing cock. He kicked his boxers off his legs and glanced over in my direction. I was transfixed at the size of him; he was much bigger than I even imagined that night I saw him inside Marissa. I was feeling extremely nervous but strangely more aroused now than I had ever been. Looking at his naked body on the couch, his cock pulsing with his every heartbeat had my cock stretched to its limits. Brad's eyes fixed on the television screen again, Jenna now riding Peter's cock like a pro bull-rider. He rested his head against the arm of the couch and slowly started stroking up and down the shaft of his cock. I looked back at the TV and tried not to concentrate on Brad stroking is cock just a few feet from me. Jenna was one of my favorites and she really had me going; it was getting very painful for me just sitting there watching her - not to mention Brad starting to increase his stroking pace. I decided it was time for me to join in on the fun. With a sweaty almost shaky hand I reached into my waistband and touched my cock. An electric feeling shot through me as my hand came in contact with the smooth skin of my shaft. I glanced over at Brad who was staring hard at the television as he stroked the length of his rod. I slid my boxers off not wanting to restrict my erection any longer. My heart was pounding as I touched the tip of my dick, feeling the build up of pre-cum moisten my palm. I soothed the clear liquid over the head of my dick breathing deeply as the pleasurable sensation started to peak. Brad looked over at me when he heard my breathing increase. His eyes fixed on my cock and he cracked a small sly smile. "You've got a good looking cock," he said. "You have nothing to be ashamed of." "Thanks," I said, blushing slightly from the compliment of another man. "Show me how you cum," he said and positioned himself so he could watch as I jerked off. I was a little intimidated that he was now concentrating on me, but Jenna (and Brad) had me so worked up I wasn't about to stop. I worked my pre-cum over the swollen rim of my cock and felt the slipperiness exciting me even more. I looked across to the television; Jenna was taking Peter's cock up her perfect ass like a champion moaning loudly at his every thrust. I concentrated on just the tip of my cock with a little attention on the rim; I almost lost it as Peter's cock exploded onto Jenna's back on the TV screen. "Easy," Brad ordered. He must've sensed my impending explosion. "Slow down, let the feeling subside. You've got to vary your stroking or you'll cum too fast. This is all part of making yourself last longer. It's the same thing when you're with a woman. You've got to control your sensation so you don't cum too soon." Brad had begun slowly working the rim of his cock again as he lectured me on the proper method of reducing the sensation to prevent me from cuming so fast. I was fascinated at his technique; his wrist seemed to twist as he reached the top of his stroke near the tip of his cock. I began to imitate his motion, noticing that the sensation was different; very powerful. In seconds I was on the brink again. I could tell that Brad was at that point too. His hand had stopped at the root and slowly rubbed just around the base spending a few minutes rubbing and caressing his balls. I had never done that before when I jerked off so I gave it a try, stroking my own balls felt so incredibly awesome I thought I was going to fail the rest of my lesson. I rolled my cum filled balls between my fingers for a minute as my other hand found my nipple ring. I tweaked and tugged on the little silver hoop causing my erection to twitch from the pleasure. Brad had once again returned to stroking his long shaft as he watched Jenna perform a nasty solo act on the screen. The television moaned loudly as Jenna's sounds reverberated from the speakers. My hand had slowed, letting the sensation of impending orgasm subside. Brad was right, each time I relaxed I could feel my orgasm growing larger and more intense and it took me a little longer to reach my boiling point. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out though - I was starting to feel a slight pain from the constant increased build up. "Are you ready to cum?" Brad asked. He looked over at me his facial features distorted and tight. He too was at the point of no return. "Oh ya!" I said in a low voice and started stroking my cock at warp speed. Brad's hand continued to move up and down his shaft, but he did not increase his speed. His hand motion just remained a constant steady rhythm. "Slow down," he said to me as he looked at my fist pumping wildly. "You're still trying to learn to control your orgasm." "Right," I grunted not wanting to break my own rhythm. I was so close now I didn't think I could stop. "Now just like this. Nice and steady. Keep stroking just like this," he instructed. I watched his hand move up and down his smooth shaft. Brad had spread his legs apart and I could see that he was neatly groomed. I had never thought about trimming my pubic hair, but now, looking at Brad's equipment, it was apparent to me that it looked much sexier than the 70's all-natural look. I slowed my stroking down until I fell into a nice rhythm. I quickly looked over at Brad who was now looking at the screen. I didn't want to star at him too long so I too looked at the screen. Jenna was using a silver missile shaped dildo on her very swollen pink lips. It was too much for me to take. "Oh!" I moaned and resisted the temptation to speed up my stroke. Steady. I kept the rhythm I had established and felt the first wave of cum start up my shaft. I was about to explode. "God!" I moaned and that was it. My cock bucked and I stopped stroking. The first thick stream of cum shot from my cock and went about three feet in the air making an arch and landing on my stomach. "Keep stroking," Brad ordered as he watched me start cuming. "You've got to milk everything out." My hand found my shaft again and slowly worked up the length of my shaft. My dick was pulsating and shooting more and more cum onto my stomach as I stroked again. My eyes faded in and out of blackness as my orgasm subsided. I was breathing heavy and felt the most relief I think I had ever felt. My stomach had a ton of my cum covering it. I even hit myself on my nipple ring. "Very impressive," Brad said. I was still recovering from my release to be embarrassed. I looked over at him just in time to see his dick convulse and send a thick load of white cum rocketing into the air. His hand never stopped stroking, just slowed to a crawl and milked is cock like a cow-nipple getting every last drop out of him. As he came I saw his entire body go ridged and he moaned in a deep low tone. Strangely I found watching him cum very sexy. We sat in silence for a few minutes just breathing heavily and listening to the sounds from the television. I could tell that Brad's orgasm had been just as powerful as mine. "I think I get the idea," I finally said after a short time. "It takes a lot of practice, but you've seen the basics. Any time you want another lesson just let me know." "I'll remember that." "Are you embarrassed?" "No. Why?" "I don't know. Some guys would be embarrassed jerking off with another guy. They might think it's a gay thing or something." I had thought about that. I figured if this was being guy then oh well, I liked it. "Naw. I doubt too many guys haven't jerked off with a friend at one point or another. Especially guys on sports teams. I know the guys used to talk about all kinds of crazy group jerk-off games they played on travel hockey teams." "I remember those days," Brad said as he flipped off the VCR. "You did that stuff?" I asked a little shocked. "Sure did. A lot of stuff I know now I learned from other guys showing me how to do it. Then I'd run right out and try it on some poor unsuspecting piece of ass." "That sounds like a good idea. I think I'll see if I can't try it out tonight. Let me ask you something. This is going to sound kind of weird…" "That's okay. Nothing wrong with weird." "Do you like watching guys cum?" I asked straightforwardly. No point beating around the bush. "Yes. It almost always sets me off seeing a guy just explode all over some gal. I'm not into the gay scene, I like to see guys in porn cuming on tits and shit like that. Watching you cum set me off too, cause I was thinking about you fucking Marissa and cuming all over her ass." Maybe a Marissa was serious the other night. "I think I'd like that. Let me get some more lessons under my belt before I try it with her though." "Any time." I got up from the chair, didn't bother to put my boxers back on and went into my room to take a nap. I was defiantly going to take Brad up on some more lessons. And I was for sure going to practice my new technique tonight on one of my girlfriends. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | ASSM Archive site +-----------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | | --- | +--------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | This newsgroup is moderated by ASSTR, an entity supported by donations. | | If you enjoy this newsgroup, please consider making a donation to help | | Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository keep providing this free service for you.| | Donations: | \_________________________________________________________________________/