Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story.
And this is my first pure m/m story, so feedback is encouraged. This is also an advanced warning for my normal readers. Enjoy!
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"Hmm. Feels sweet. Been practicing?" It actually felt pretty good. Louis wasn't lying about that part. Of course, he'd had better blowjobs in his illustrious career, but some of the young bucks needed a bit of encouragement from time to time. This one, a young man named Brad who played baseball for the college team, had been showing an increased proficiency in his cock-smoking. Brad was an all-American boy with almost stereotypical white-bread good looks. Louis had gone for that type quite a bit recently, and he thought this one was particularly cute.
They had met on the fifth floor of the Edding's Hall Library, as was Louis's standard method of operation. Louis was, without any shadow of a doubt, the homosexual alpha male at the large coastal university he attended. Hell, he was probably one of the dominant males of any sexual orientation. He was six feet, two inches tall of erection-inducing perfection. He had long, luxurious brown hair that reached the middle of his back, framing his stern face, green eyes and an immaculately groomed goatee. He almost always dressed all in black. Not because he was making a statement, but rather because he thought it looked cool. Like many young gay men, he had an affinity for working out, and he wasn't lacking in the muscle department. He had an air of confidence about him, which was probably justified. He was confident because he knew exactly what he was capable of. When people met Louis, they invariably wound up with one of two images for him. They thought he resembled the classic paintings of Christ, or they thought he was the living embodiment of the Devil. Both could be accurate depictions, depending on Louis's mood.
His brief reverie was broken by the sound of gagging. Brad had succeeded in taking most of Louis's eight inches down his throat, and Louis appreciated the effort. He placed one hand on his charge's head and started setting his own pace. All Brad had to do was relax his mouth and throat. 'Damn the boy's mouth is hot,' he thought. The blonde athlete had been sucking his cock for about ten minutes, surrounded by books on theology. Louis found the setting strangely poetic.
"Where do you want it?" he whispered. "In the mouth or all over your face?" Brad didn't even think about it. He kept the head of Louis's cock in between his lips and began stroking the shaft. 'Not to quick or hard,' thought Louis. 'The boy is learning. He may be entitled to something special next time.' About then, a soft groan escaped the dark-haired young man's lips as a torrent of cum blasted into Brad's mouth, filling it to the crest. "Don't swallow yet," he warned. It took a few moments for his dick to stop pulsing and ejecting fluid. "Now tuck me back in and zip me up before you swallow. Keep your mouth open so I can see." Brad gently maneuvered Louis's impressive tool back into his slacks and closed up the fly, all the while keeping his open mouth pointed skyward. Louis wasn't sure why, but he had always found the sight of an attractive man's mouth filled with jizz to be somewhat beautiful. "Okay, go ahead." It took a couple of gulps, but Brad sucked down the entire load.
"Fuck that was good."
"I'll say. You've gotten pretty damn good at that."
"Good enough to warrant being on the receiving end?"
Louis smiled. "Don't get smug. You're not THAT cute," he said. Despite the description of him so far, Louis was actually fairly well liked. He was confident, but never quite crossed the line into arrogant. He never lied to the guys he was with and actually treated (most of) them with respect. He just liked sex with no commitments. Anyone who understood that, and passed the hotness test, was okay in his book. "Got a game this weekend?"
"Yep," said Brad, wiping white residue from the corners of his mouth. "We're playing against State."
"How's the pitching match-up looking?"
"I wouldn't bet against us. Gonna be there?"
"Sorry. I promised to spend time with Katie this weekend. Maybe next home game though."
"Shit. So," Brad said, glancing away, "when do you think you might be available again?"
Louis was still smiling. He had the boy hooked, but he'd better remind him of the rules. "I'll be available when I'm available. Don't go getting a crush on me." He did give the man a friendly hug, feeling the tightness of Brad's jeans. He caressed Brad's crotch once lightly with his hand and felt the boy's entire body tingle. "And you might want to go home and take care of that." He could tell that Brad would probably give anything for that touch to linger, but sometimes you had to make them wait. This was part of the game Louis loved to play.
Then he heard the sound of book covers sliding against one another close by. Brad looked alarmed, but Louis knew what this was. He heard footsteps moving rapidly away, but the acoustics of the building made identifying the direction almost impossible. "Don't worry. I think I know who that was, and he won't say a thing if he saw anything." He ushered a still worried looking Brad off down the aisle before leaving himself in the other.
"Who the hell is that guy?" he muttered to himself as he wandered the dimly lit pathways between the stacks. Despite his claims to Brad, Louis had no clue as to the exact identity of the voyeur. It wasn't the first time he had been spied on in the library. It seemed that every time he brought one of his boy-toys up here that he wasn't alone. A brief look at a gray coat or pull-down wool cap her and there had been enough to convince him it was the same person each time. But whoever it was had apparently decided not to "out" any of the young men who had made their way to that corner of the library in Louis's company, so Louis wasn't too concerned. Maybe whoever it was just liked to watch. "Still . . ." he said, " . . . I would like to have word with my mysterious phantom."
He descended the stairs and slunk out past the information desk and through the front doors. The night air held the scent of rain and was crisply cold. He loved nights like that. He tossed one end of his scarf back over his shoulder and headed to his car. He had one of those sweet sports cars that psychologists would claim was compensation for something. He peeled out of the parking lot and headed for the apartment that he shared with his younger sister. Some people might think that living with a younger sibling while at college might cramp his style. It did, but he didn't care. He adored his baby sister. Katie was in many ways his opposite. She was almost diminutive in stature, was fairly reserved in her dating habits and preferred long, romantic relationships to casual sex. Sometimes Louis wondered if she was adopted.
She was sitting on their luxurious leather sofa when he walked through the door. The entire apartment was furnished and paid for by their parents, both of whom were corporate executives. Their mother headed one of the few remaining telecom companies that hadn't gotten caught up in accounting scandals and their father was the CEO of a pharmaceutical corporation. Both of their children had grown up in the world of corporate politics. Unlike some people, Louis had developed a genuine taste for it regardless of the wishes of his parents. He loved the intrigue and the mind games associated with big business. Katie, on the other hand, had little interest in such things. It was her goal in life to become a teacher, and Louis knew that she would be great at it. She had genuine concern for other people, even those she hardly knew. He might tease her outrageously, but she knew she had her brother's support.
"Off on another conquest?" she said glibly, putting down her book. "You know, never mind . . . I don't want to know."
"Are you sure? I could go into it in detail."
"That's quite all right."
He plopped down next to her and lay his head in her lap, causing her to almost instinctively start playing with his hair, like she had done since they were kids.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked.
He sighed. "The phantom was there again tonight."
She smiled. This ghost of a human being had been haunting his thoughts for months. His exploits had actually showed signs of slowing recently. He didn't like not being in control of things. "Your own secret admirer. How sweet."
"Or my own private stalker. Do me a favor sweet? Take your boyfriend . . . John is it? . . . Take him to the library, take him for a spin and see if anyone's watching you . . . Ouch!" The last part came when his younger sister grabbed his nose and pulled on it.
"My sex life is not to be used as part of one of your schemes. And you know perfectly well that his name is Robert. We've been seeing each other for six months."
"I could have sworn his name was . . ."
"Robert," she interrupted. "Robert."
