I somehow managed to effectively tutor Ethan well after our encounter. Of course, whenever I'd come over he wanted to fool around. I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to feel his warm mouth on me again. I made it clear to him that studying came first. He grudgingly went along with this and when we finished for the day we rewarded our patience and dedication with each other.
Ethan was a master when it came to the art of oral. He didn't just simply suck my dick, he worshipped my cock. He'd kiss the tip of my rod before running his tongue about the head and then taking me completely into his mouth, my prick invading the back of this throat. Often I would try to reach for his crotch, wanting desperately to return the gesture that he loved to grant me but he wouldn't let me.
"If you suck me off I'll want to fuck you," he said.
The core of me tingled at the thought. I wouldn't love anything more than to his have his cock pulsating with excitement inside me. Seeing an opening, I stroked his bulge through his jeans. He gently grabbed my wrist. He was hard and from what I felt, huge too.
"What's the matter? You don't want me fully?"
"You're crazy if you believe that," Ethan grinned. His was a warm on my face. "I want our first time to be special. I don't want to just fuck you. I want to make love to you."
My dick instantly rose to attention. Not only did he know how to satisfy my body, but also my soul. "We can go back to my dorm now. My roommate is gone for the rest of the semester."
I was like an impatient rambunctious dog. I wanted my treat now. He ran one of his large hands through my hair and kissed me.
"The longer we wait the better it'll be," he smirked. "You'll see."
I hated him at that moment. I wanted to object. I wanted to tear his jeans open and suck him off into oblivion, but he had made me powerless. He had cajoled me into a surrender that I relished. A few weeks before he had convinced me into stop jerking off.
"I'm the only one that's going to give you pleasure," he growled at me. "Besides, I love slurping up all of your sweet cum. Such a delicacy shouldn't go to waste."
I now came harder than ever. I dreaded the prospect of having to take care of myself once again, such pleasure paled in comparison to Ethan. I couldn't fight off the wet dreams, though. I had rarely gotten them in the past but they had become more frequent, more intense. They all involved Ethan. I was hot as fuck for this guy and I had never seen his cock or his chest. I knew it was hairy. He'd always kept the top few buttons of his shirt undone; plaguing me with thoughts of what possibilities lay beneath. Along with thick uncut cocks, hairy chests were my weakness.
About a year ago, I was messing around on the internet when I came across a shirtless picture of Tom Selleck at the height of his Magnum PI days. I got so turned on that I spent the rest of the day playing with myself. My cock had become relentlessly hard. I had come twice but my animal impulses hadn't been fulfilled. Three thick, heavy loads later satisfaction found me. My hand soaked with sperm, I stared at my bedroom wall lost in thought. Would I ever find a guy that was just as sexy? Yes, I would but Ethan was sexier.
Winter turned into spring and with it preparations for graduation became my dominant concern. My mom had notified most of our relatives about the event forcing me into a manic state over collecting tickets. In the two weeks prior, I had only seen Ethan once and we had only talked. I bitched about my mom calling and emailing me every day about what new relative she had wanted to come. He just smiled at me in that comforting way and massaged my shoulders, sneaking light kisses to my neck. I turned on my back and brought his face to mine. Our mouths met and I kissed him with a ravenous passion. It had been a week since I had come and stress inadvertently heightened my carnal desires.
"Fuck me, man. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow."
That sexy yet irritating smirk of his appeared again. It was clear what the answer was. Frustrated, I grabbed his hand and stuffed it down my pants. I was determined not to let him refuse me tonight. Rock hard and throbbing in his hand, Ethan stroked me softly. Carefully, he ran the tips of his fingers about the frenulum.
Suck me. Please, suck me...
He continued to work my cock, grinning mischievously as he did so. I trembled. "How does that feel?"
"Awesome."
"You wanna come, don't you? You wanna spew that load, huh?"
"Yes. God, Ethan! Make me cum! MAKE ME CUM!" I was begging at this point.
His hand released my primed cock and stroked my face. His dark eyes stared affectionately down into mine and for a moment I was lost. "Not tonight, baby, not tonight. Soon, though. You'll get your reward, trust me. I'll make you cum. I love nothing more to see your dick explode."
I didn't get much sleep that night. I was hornier than I had been in years. I wanted to jerk off but Ethan's voice kept coming back to me, forcing me to remain in a torturous limbo. My loins ached. By balls were plump with semen. I twisted and turned about the sheets, trying in some way to ward off my sexual hunger. Retrieving a bottle of pills from my nightstand, I drugged myself to sleep.
