The Student Auction - Part 7

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My own hand trailed across the damp, clammy flesh of my neck. My fingertips ran across bone and muscle, and my head hung back, eyes closed, mouth open. It had gotten warm in the room, so warm that the lack of clothing was a welcome relief. Strewn across the floor, underwear, t-shirts, pants and socks. We didn’t need clothes anymore, that much was clear.

Butterflies raced through my stomach; not exactly the nervous kind now, but the excited, eager, somewhat naughty kind that made me feel things that I’d never felt. My nipples were tender and sensitive, perhaps brought on by the sheer arousal of everything that was happening. I rubbed one gently, caressing it to bring pleasure to the part of my body that wasn’t already ecstatic. I pinched one, for although I’d never enjoyed pain, I knew that the sharpness would awaken more inside me.

My teeth hooked my bottom lip as soft gasps escaped me. Was moaning considered weird at a time like this? Would I embarrass myself, and in turn, make things awkward between us? I parted my heavy eyelids slightly and watched him, and it was clear that nothing, no matter how strange or bizarre, could ever come between us.

Mason Creevey looked incredible at the best of times, but I had never, not once, seen the young man look as good as he did between my legs. His broad shoulders kept them spread apart, which in turn, exposed me in ways that I had never been exposed before. Every inch of my naked body was now accessible to him, and although that thought would have once made me shudder, now I could think of nothing better.

His chin, damp and rugged, rubbed against my taint. His mouth, which I now longed for on mine, slurped, sucked, licked and kissed my balls. His expert tongue moved in circles around each orb, chasing them in their confines, pleasuring them as though they were an entity in and of themselves. Mason made love to them, almost like each private area of my body deserved it’s own erotic attention. He took one inside his warm, wet mouth and added enough suction to make me shiver and gasp. He’d been there for close to ten minutes, and had requested nothing in return.

His strong hands wrapped around my thighs, keeping my legs hung over his shoulders. His handsome face disappeared every so often, only to pleasure me further, and then finally I felt his lips trail up the underside of my solid, twitching cock, and I knew that I would soon be returning to the beautiful warmth of his mouth.

Mason sucked me again. It hadn’t even been that long since the last time, but already I was verging on orgasm. If six times was his record, would we beat it this weekend? Would the man of my dreams make me cum six, seven, eight more times? Would I make him cum? Even once? Would I have the abilities that he did? The questions raced through my mind, until he evaporated them with his tongue. I tensed up as he swirled it around my helmet and teased my cumslit. I purred as he stroked his way toward my hole with his fingers that had already been inside me, and when he entered me again, I moaned slightly louder.

Every part of my body was now alive with electric pleasure. He was a master of sex, and had me so very on edge, yet, I was still a virgin. It baffled me that the human body could feel so incredibly aroused, without having another person inside it, but I was far too delirious to consider it too much.

He moved again. This time, I was in no doubt as to where Mason was bringing his tongue. Down my cock, over my balls, across my taint. He tasted every inch of me, and when he reached his destination, he lifted my legs into the air, and held them there with both hands.

The power and strength of Mason was almost as arousing as the magic he could create with his mouth. I felt like a doll in his arms, totally helpless, yet utterly secure. He could do with me, whatever he so pleased, and his pleasure, was in mine.

One lick ran from bottom to top, and enveloped every crevice and wrinkle of my hole. It forced the muscles in my groin to contract, and made my ring quiver as pre-cum spilled onto my stomach. I ran my hands through my hair, because I had lost the ability to think properly.

Another one, wetter and slicker, and just as pleasurable. Then another, and another after that. Mason licked me like an ice lolly, and when my hole had been teased beyond breaking point, he kissed it deeply, and his tongue slipped inside me.

My knees touched above his head. Perhaps it was a natural reaction to pleasure that was so intense that it made my eyes roll. My breathing had become erratic, and my hair now stuck to my forehead, but none of that mattered now. The only thing that mattered was Mason’s mouth, which one could not deny, was exceptionally talented.

He plunged deeper, and I wondered if in that moment, Mason realised how incredibly grateful I was for this whole thing. Did he know that I had fallen for him, long before he stood in my house naked? Long before he crawled into my bed with the pretence of being scared? Long before my best friend purchased him? Perhaps he didn’t. Perhaps Mason had no idea that my love extended far beyond the walls of this house, but he was going to.

“Let me do you” I managed to say, and the words came out distorted and raspy.

I needed to return the favour. I so desperately wanted to show this man that I could pleasure him, the way he pleasured me, and then I would pray that I could. He pulled his tongue from inside me, and the sound made me shiver. His eyes rested on mine, and his mouth, damp and glistening, curled upwards as he sat back.

So far, the attention had been on me. Everything that we’d done since our clothes came off, had been for my benefit. The touches, the kisses, the sensual sucking. Now, as my body yearned for more, it was time to look after my man, whether he was technically my man, or not.

His beautiful rod stood firm between his muscular thighs. One bare foot rested against the inside of his leg, and the other hung over the edge of the chair. I’d start there if he wanted me to. I’d run my tongue across every single part of his perfect body, from the soft padding of his toes, to the tips of his ears. I’d kiss, lick, suck and taste whatever the man wanted me to, because logic had left a long time ago, and now all that mattered was us.

“Are you nervous, Matty?” He asked, and leaned back so as to allow me to gaze upon his manhood, and watch as it throbbed. “Do you need me to help you?”

I wanted to have the expertise of the handsome young man before me. I wanted to blow his mind, and show him things that he could never dream of. Yet, in this situation, Mason was the experienced one, and I was the confused, timid teenager who had no idea what to do.

“Here” he said, and beckoned me toward him.

Despite the fact that Mason was here because I’d won him, and not because he had chosen me, I found myself falling deeper into submission. Yes, he had spent the last hour pleasuring me beyond the limits of what I thought possible, but as his turn rolled around, I needed his guidance more than anything.

“Kiss me” he said, and I did, because if I was terrible at everything else, at least I knew how to do this.

Our naked bodies became embraced in a passionate kiss. His strong, muscular arms held me, and my, far less impressive ones attempted the same. He dragged me closer to him, forcing our private parts to become far less private as they brushed against each other, and the taste of my own body from his mouth made me whimper.

“Here” he whispered, trailing his hand down his sharp shoulder blade, and like a kitten to a laser, I followed with my tongue.

His body was just as warm and just as damp as mine. I tasted the beads of sweat as I licked my way down his neck and shoulder, and continued after his finger as I basked in the flavours. I licked his chest, and kissed it, too. I felt his hard nipple against my lip, and sucked it whilst he held my head in one hand. His touch was gentle, yet firm. Mason controlled my every move, and that was almost as arousing as his tongue in my hole.

“Keep going” he moaned softly, and guided my wrist to his cock.

I took hold of him, and struggled to close my fingers around the girth. How, with a size like his, could we possibly do the deed that I was so eager, yet so nervous to do?

I slid the wet flesh up and down as slowly and deliberately as I could, and continued to kiss and worship his body. If the rest of my life was spent with Mason, I would die happy as an old man. I didn’t need anybody else. I didn’t want anybody else. I would spend my days like this, and never ask for anything in return.

“Suck it” he breathed, and rubbed the back of my neck softly, “nice and slow”.

My heart began to race as the warm aroma of his manhood started to fill my lungs. It reminded me of the underwear that he had presented me earlier, doused and dripping in his excitement. The taste, the stench, the very feeling of it had been enough to send me over the edge, and now I was faced with the real thing.

The head touched my lips and left a sticky, wet residue. I ran my tongue over it, tasted his pre-seed, and moaned. His soft chuckle accompanied another gentle stroke through my hair, and I parted my lips and took him inside.

“Good man” he groaned, releasing his pent up breath as I pushed further down his cock. “Go at your own pace”.

My lips spread apart as more of him entered me. I wondered, and doubted, if I’d manage the entire thing, and when his cock head hit the back of my throat, and I gagged violently, I cringed.

“You’re doing great, Matty” he assured me, still rubbing me, and now tracing his fingers down my spine, “don’t push yourself”.

He was so kind. How was he so kind? Mason had the personality and the looks to be as much of an asshole as he so wished, and yet he wasn’t. Not even slightly. Not to me.

I gathered myself and tried again. If nothing else, I was determined to give him the same pleasure as he had given me. His sharp, sweet, delicious taste filled my mouth again, and I swallowed what I could as I plunged slowly. Another gasp of pleasure left him, and Mason lay back now, and watched me work him.

“You look so hot down there, Matty” he told me, in a voice that sounded different to his usual one. “Keep going”.

I had no intentions of stopping. I’d keep his giant cock buried in my throat for the rest of my life if that’s what he wanted, and I’d choke and gag happily.

I felt his legs tighten around me, like some sort of warm, strong, bear hug. He was keeping me in place, and reminding me that in this moment, I was safe with him. I sucked harder, adding suction where suction was needed and tongue where tongue was needed. More of his silky fluids poured into my inexperienced throat, and I gulped them down eagerly.

His muscular arms were now wrapped around his head, and his eyelids were heavy as he watched me. We stared at each other, and as his hips slowly began to thrust upwards into my mouth, I knew I had gotten him to the point of no return.

“I think I’m falling…” His voice trailed off, but my eyes widened.

Was Mason Creevey just about to admit something that I had no idea that I needed to hear? Was the word love about to pour from him? Surely not. Surely, after such a short period of time, the Mason Creevey, could not be in love?! Not with me.

He reached out his arm and grabbed the back of the chair. “Sorry” he moaned, “I thought I was gonna’ fall off the chair”.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, made all the more easier by the steady stream of pre-cum, and felt my cheeks burn red at my own stupidity. Of course he wasn’t in love with me. How ridiculous to think that someone would fall for me the way I had fallen for him.

After a few more thrusts, Mason grunted and held me tighter.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” He asked frantically, as his balls began to churn, and his cock seemed to expand between my lips.

Of course you can cum in my mouth! Is what I wanted to say, you can cum anywhere you want, Mason. You can cum in my fucking eyes if you want. Just cum, and cum again, and keep cumming until I drown in your seed, and cum some more after that.

I nodded instead.

He returned his hands to my head, reminding me that the control was all his as he pumped me. Then, just like I had hoped, Mason Creevey exploded in my throat, and the waves of sperm poured into my stomach as he moaned and bucked.

Over and over again, the hot young student came, and even when my stomach began to swell, I continued to chug. Then, when his balls were empty and his firm chest heaved with exhaustion, Mason looked at me and grinned.

“That’s two” he said, “only ten more to go”.