Irish Renting Mate
My family has always desired having a foreign exchange student after my aunt and uncle had one from Japan during my senior year. It was simply awesome having a temporary cousin from a different culture for a year. They resided close by, but in a different school district. He didn't attend my school, but we spent weekends and breaks with our families. He was a really amiable guy, standing at about 5' tall, 18 years old, with darker skin, black thick hair, and an impressive length of 5" for his penis. During a family weekend at the swimming pool, I had the privilege of witnessing his naked state briefly while we all changed in the locker room. I noticed he was intact, boasting a thick, dark penis covered in a lush bush of straight black pubic hair. He also took note of my foreskin. The topic came up when we were both changing, him sporting a speedo and me wearing regular board shorts. He appeared a bit hesitant to ask, being a kind individual, but inquired about my foreskin.
"In PE showers, I've solely encountered Americans with no foreskins."
I replied, "Receiving your foreskin intact is not uncommon among Americans, yet some of us managed to avoid the practice."
He seemed disheartened by this and stated, "I don't comprehend why anyone would perform that on underage boys."
The following academic year, my parents applied to host another foreign exchange student. They were accepted, and he was scheduled to move in with us prior to our departure to college. It was the ideal arrangement as Dylan would have a temporary family to visit during breaks while we attended college. We were both heading off to college in August and couldn't imagine the comfort of having a brother-figure at that point in our lives. We would share a room. I eagerly expected the possibility of possessing this kind of comfort if I study abroad. Named Dylan, he hailed from a remote island just off the coast of Ireland. The area he was coming from was said to be rather rural, and heading to a comparably rural region of the Midwest would be our only culture shock.
As we arrived at the local airport, raring to pick up his arrival, I happened to stumble upon a startlingly good-looking, exceptionally ginger guy donning a tight green T-shirt. His freckled, cute face displayed a memorable smile and assurance, his tightly styled red hair, ripped arms, and defined pecs screamed physical prowess.
Upon his approaching, he introduced himself with a thick Irish accent. I was momentarily astounded by his charming appearance. I felt a twinge of jealousy towards his hair, muscles, and charming smile.
In our home, we led Dylan to his temporary room where he'd stay until we left for university. Excited to have a sort of brother during this stage of my life, I prepared to cohabitate with him.
As school commenced on August 10th, I drove us to our dorms; a considerably small journey in comparison as I'd driven to Chicago or St. Louis on my own. This drive was fun with someone in the passenger seat. We laughed about dubbing ourselves "farmers" while discussing our non-farming backgrounds.
At the dorm, he observed, "Wow, this is an ancient structure. I hope the inside exudes as much character as the exterior."
We hauled our boxes, luggage, and mini-fridge up to our dorm. It was a swelteringly hot August day and both of us were drenched with sweat. Lacking air conditioning, the dorms were built in the early 1900s. After setting up our belongings within our not-so-small dormitory, we wiped down our faces with our shirts, now laid bare. I anxiously mentioned, "Your physique is considerably ripped and amazing."
Conspicuously, I flushed at my awkward compliment, but he reciprocated, "You're not shabby, yourself."
The awkwardness faded away, and we went back to arranging our knick-knacks, books, toiletries, and clothes in their designated places. I couldn't help but notice that he seemed to prefer wearing only basketball shorts, with nothing underneath them. He moved around a lot while getting set up, causing the curtains to sway whenever he made a significant movement. We turned on the box fans propped by the windows to rid the room of the heat. I had brought along a bottle of Irish Whiskey, which my older cousin had bought for me. We were thrilled to have our very first drink in our newly-found freedom. I opened the bottle and poured us each a small glass. Since there was no ice, it was stronger and warmer than usual, but it still had its desired effect.
"To a year filled with fun and companionship, my friend!" I exclaimed as we clinked our glasses together. We then lay down in our beds, hoping for some relief after a long day of moving, and eventually drifted off to sleep. Both of us were shirtless, and just as I was about to doze off, I noticed he was beginning to develop an erection and snoring loudly. I chuckled at the irony, as this was a common occurrence for me as well.
The following day, we checked our schedules to see that we had similar freshman classes. He was enrolled in more of the Biology/Science courses, while I was lean towards Arts and Math. Only a few of our classes coincided. We also had P.E. electives: I was doing Volleyball and he was taking Lacrosse. We happened to return to our dorms around the same time and had lunch at the cafeteria together.
It turned out that several of my high school friends were also attending the same college. I was unaware that one of my former lovers was on campus too, until he began inquiring about a certain girl. When I found out her name was Samantha, I remembered her vividly.
I described her to him: "She was skilled at giving blowjobs and was always horny, but she was also possessive and demanding. She was highly enamored with my penis because it was the only one she had ever seen with a foreskin."
He smirked in response and commented, "I might want to get to know her more, if that's alright with you."
We had an exciting weekend coming up. With nothing planned, we chose to be rebellious and visit a nearby adult shop. We had never been so bold before, and we were thoroughly amused by the idea.
That Friday, Dylan went to the local adult store and purchased something amusing. He smiled shyly and said, "It sounds like an adventure."
The store appeared shadier than anticipated when we finally entered. Despite our nerves, we stepped inside. The first thing we saw was a wall filled with dildos and personal massagers. Our cheeks turned bright red at the sight of the myriad of dicks. Dylan turned to me and inquired, "Why are all dildos circumcised?"
I didn't have an answer to that. He remarked with a hint of amusement that he favored intact cocks over circumcised ones. I was taken aback by this revelation. I asked him, "Aren't you circumcised? I've been intact my entire life, and I love it."
With him already aware of my status, I was sure he was eager for a conversation about our foreskins. His gaze shifted down to my crotch, and I detected the start of a growing erection in his basketball shorts. He suggested, "Shall we just do it now?"
I almost crashed my car after hearing his proposition. Ecstatic at the prospect of seeing him naked, I had been hoping to get a glimpse since the moment he first approached us at the airport. I was concerned that his intact penis might steal the spotlight from my unique piece.
I replied, "Let's wait until we're back home."
He disagreed: "No, let's do it here."
I discovered a rest stop along the road. It was pitch black outside and we were in an abundance of parking lots. He proceeded to reach over and unzip my trousers, and then took off his shorts. His large, uncut, very pale 7-inch penis flopped out and hit against his stomach. He was fully erect and had been seeping precum profusely. He then reached back over and retrieved my semi-erect penis from my zipper hole. He grabbed my testicles as well and extracted my breathtaking machismo. I was hardening and eventually reached my full, thick 6.5-inch erection. I was also oozing precum. I observed that his red bush of pubes concealed the base of his penis, and his balls were hanging out from under his carpet of red pubes. My blonde pubes simply went across the top of my shaft, like a mustache, and I had less hair than he did.
He then inquired, "Can I pull your skin back, and you can pull mine back, too?"
We scrutinized each other's engorged penises, and we reached over to grab the tip of the foreskin. We both gradually peeled back each other's foreskin. We both had so much precum that we could hear the wet skin sliding down and smack against the ridges of our mushroom heads. We both admired the glistening glands and gently slipped each other's foreskin back over our heads. He uttered in a sexily accent, "Let's go home and have some real fun!"
We pulled into the dorm's parking lot. The area was brimming with activity, as it was the weekend. I was aware that we'd be spotted with raging boners by anyone we crossed paths with. I could conceal mine by tucking it up onto my stomach and using my waistband to keep it flat against my torso. He was wearing those floppy shorts, and whatever he was sporting would be very obvious to anyone who glanced his way. He behaved as though he needed to rush to the restroom, but instead proceeded straight to our room without making eye contact with anyone. When I arrived at our room, I was so anxious but thrilled to finally behold what I had desired for weeks. Without speaking to each other, I laid down on my bed, pulled the covers over me, and removed all my garments. I was resting on my bed, raging and seeping precum relentlessly. I did not bother putting on any pajamas, but rather lay underneath my covers naked and prepared for anything. I switched off all the lights save for the blacklight that illuminated my psychedelic mushroom poster, and the Super Mario lamp I owned as a child. This rendered the room dimly lit enough to discern what we might be doing, but not too bright as to detect that someone was still awake in the room.
He stood next to me, lying in the bed. He was shirtless now, showcasing his breathtaking six-pack and flat pecs. He had no body hair, but instead, he had a beautiful sprinkling of freckles. These freckles started across his cheeks and nose, then faded down, until you got to his shoulders. They were heavily spread and proceeded down his torso, until they gradually faded out at his belly button. He was still sporting his basketball shorts, and I could see that they were straining to contain their contents. I examined his legs, which were slender and muscular. The freckles did not appear on his thighs, but began around his knees and extended to his feet.
He viewed me and inquired, "Are you prepared to have some amusement?"
I discarded the sheets from me, exposing my rigid 6.5-inch erect penis. The foreskin still pulled up over my head, but produced a fountain of precum, like a clear volcano. Because of this, he ripped his shorts down quickly, and his boner erupted, covered in his foreskin. As it sprang up, a drop of precum landed on my face and rested on my bottom lip. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, until he broke the silence by questioning if he could join me in the bed. I scooted over to the other side and provided room for him to lay beside me. We were lying there, gazing at each other, with our cocks pointing straight towards the ceiling. As we began to move towards each other, our cocks, resembling masts on a sinking ship, drew closer and nearer to each other, until we were face to face and the tips of our foreskins touched. I felt his precum trickling onto my cock, and I felt my sauce dripping on my thigh.
He enquired, "What do you want to do?"
I was so sexually driven and taken aback by the current state of affairs, I said, "I believe that you should decide."
It was his idea to begin with. He leaned over and gently drew back my foreskin, revealing my cockhead. He then withdrew his hand and brought his own foreskin over his head, causing our wet tips to meet. He stretched his skin over my cockhead until it was trapped within his foreskin, creating a dual dock. I was now securely inside his foreskin, while both of us were inside mine. This was a warm, wet, and slightly slippery experience. He held on tightly to ensure that we didn't slip out from each other's skin, and began massaging our swollen penises. While he did this, both of my hands were free, allowing me to cup his testicles and massage them. His scrotum was loose and hanging low, but soon became firm and pulled up towards his body as his sack tightened. I found myself gripping his hair as his second hand reached down below my balls and tickled the space between my sack and anus. He pushed down on a particularly sensitive spot, causing me to react with a firm grip on his hair. As I pulled on his hair, he released a large load of semen under his skin and onto my head. This caused me to release my own load, filling up his foreskin. He then cradled my testicles as our foreskins filled with our combined semen, which started to leak out of mine.
To prevent our erections from subsiding, he continued to hold our joined penises, using his other hand to pull my face to his. He grabbed my hair and kissed me passionately. I was stunned to be engaging in a French kiss with another man. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and initiated the most intense kiss of my life. We broke apart briefly, and I could feel our penises begin to harden once more. He kept hold of our penises and resumed massaging them. As I gripped his hair again and he bit my bottom lip, we experienced another overwhelming orgasm and released more semen into our foreskins.
He let go of our connected cocks, which promptly slid out of each other. There was so much semen and pre-cum that they quickly separated and smothered the area between us in a huge puddle.
He smiled and asked, "Was that enjoyable?"
I was speechless. I just looked into his big green eyes and admired the freckles that stretched from his nose to his cheeks. I had never experienced a second orgasm, yet this man had provided it. We didn't speak, and he unwound from me, lying on his side facing away from me. He gently pulled my left arm over him, inviting me to spoon him. We were both asleep within a few minutes, still entwined in our mound of cum and warmth.
When we awoke, we were still cuddling, only this time my rod was rubbed against his lower back, and my tight balls were pressed against his muscular butt cheeks.
He smiled at me and said, "Good morning."
I laughed gently and inquired about his well-being. He just winked and said, "We need to prepare for the day."
The remainder of the day, we could hardly take our eyes off each other. We were both in a constant state of arousal, and I could even see a damp spot forming on his basketball shorts. Sunday was soon coming to a close, and we would have to attend class the next day. Tonight, we planned to try the double docking again. It was an incredible experience. We showered and brushed our teeth together before climbing into bed, eager to re-enact our previous activities. I couldn't believe how strongly I was attracted to and turned on by him. I had previously only been attracted to girls, but the interaction from the night before had provided more physical pleasure and a powerful emotional connection.
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We slipped on our flip-flops and athletic shorts, tossed our towels over our shoulders, and strolled toward the showers. Noticing a larger stall for disabled individuals, we exchanged mischievous glances. He unfolded the first curtain, exposing a small chain and bench. The second curtain was opened to reveal the shower area. I ventured inside the shower, only to find him holding out a soapy pooffa. He clearly desired me to clean him. I had him turn around, enabling me to clean his back and shoulders. I gently massaged his toned body, pretending to erase every speck and freckle.
Once I had finished cleansing his back, tight derriere, and lower limbs, he returned to face me. His erection stood at attention, pointing directly at me. I proceeded to lather his chest and abs. I continued by dealing with his shrouded penis and underneath his scrotum. I wormed my way in-between his legs, and he lowered himself to make this feasible. With his arms wrapped around me in a bear hug, he inquired if I could clean his ass more thoroughly. Grasping his cheeks, I probed around his anus with the pooffa. He twitched, responding to the added stimulation. I detached myself and activated the shower's hot water to cleanse his hair.
As he was bending backwards to rinse his hair, I observed his turgid phallus. It was positioned between my stomach and his groin. I gently drew his foreskin away and exposed his gleaming head. Tepid water appeared to be a tad too hot, causing his pearly tip to darken slightly. I returned his foreskin to its standard state.
"It's now your turn, young man," he casually stated.
Upon hearing this, he switched positions, facing the stall's opposite direction. He lathered my scrawny form with the remaining pooffa. In stead of replicating the steps he took with me, he went a step further. He separated my buttocks and delved his finger into my anus, swirling it around for good measure. Honestly, the sensation drew out a gasp.
"I normally do this to ensure complete cleanliness," he offered.
He pulled back my foreskin and chose the shower setting for a thorough rinse. On his knees, he bent forward and enveloped the head of my cock in his mouth. Delicately, he glided his tongue over my shaft and up and down in between my ass cheeks. Simultaneously, he clenched my testicles forcefully in his palm. The scent of his skin mixed with the soap, exciting my nose. I uncovered his foreskin, allowing the vaporized water to lather his glistening head. To my surprise, his fondling persisted, albeit slower in pace.
"A small reward," he teased.
Carefully lubricating his glans with saliva, his finger continued to caress my anal depths. I was hesitantly preparing for the culmination, but he adjusted his pace. Fastidiously, he continued to cleanse my member, mindful of my impending climax. His lips and tongue were now focused on the tip of my penis, evoking a few tremors. As he sensed the inescapable moment, he temporarily paused. When he started anew, I tensed.
Once our offspring was washed off, we wrapped ourselves in the already damp towels provided by the gym. We'd encountered a sufficient quantity of moisture to require additional assistance in the form of an extra towel. It was unknown what trials I would face; however, I relished that from the previous midweek, I had been well served.
He spoke softly, issuing a command, "Simply lay down."
Half reclining, I complied. As if it were an animal in heat, he scurried over to me and took up the position of a predatory beast. Predictably, he took my cock in his mouth. His foreskin moved back and forth against my lips as he shifted his head up and down. Ensuring the comfort of my scrotum, he cradled it. The scent of his genitals permeated my nostrils, offering a fiercely appealing aroma. I returned the favor by pulling his foreskin back, uncovering his moist head. His index finger infiltrated my anus, titillating the sensitive areas. He halted his attentions concentrated on my mouth, knowing it wouldn't be long before I released my fundamental essence.
With one last push, I was immersed in a potent state of release that he had been teasing out of me all along. Laying there, I marveled at how he managed to orchestrate a far more elaborate night of pleasures.
I experienced a sudden burst of fearlessness, and I reached up, parted his buttocks and slipped my finger inside him. Meanwhile, I utilized my other hand to move his foreskin up and down while I was sucking on his dick. My finger was performing the same swirling motion that he was doing to me. He began to pick up the pace on my penis and the swirling. I responded by doing the same to him. As I sped up with my finger, I felt his cock contract and it started shooting into my mouth. I lost count of the number of times he ejaculated, but my mouth was filled and I needed to swallow. His testicles unclenched and they began dangling on my face. As this transpired, I started to throb and ejaculate. He recognized this and just before I climaxed, he detached his head, sealed the tip of my foreskin, and I unloaded within it. It inflated like a balloon. He flicked the ballooned skin, and then put it in his mouth. As he did, he pulled my skin back and filled his mouth with my semen.
He still held my semen in his mouth and settled beside me. He looked me in the eyes and performed a big swallowing gulp sound. I was once more speechless and merely gazed into his green eyes. Something was happening to me. I was becoming increasingly attached to looking at his face and freckles. He turned me over and cuddled me as we fell asleep.
Monday morning arrived with my alarm buzzing at 7 am. We both awoke and prepared for the day. After getting dressed, we headed to the cafeteria and had breakfast. While I was sitting next to him, he reached over to my groin and provided it a squeeze.
I glanced at him and saw a grin on his face and he stated, "This is going to be a thrilling year, and it has just begun."
This triggered an erection within me and I remarked, "You've got to relax a little bit. We're about to stroll into our classes and I can't be adorned with a boner in my initial period class."
He chuckled and withdrew his hand. We would not see each other until lunch. When we had lunch, we had a moment to talk before our subsequent schoolwork. He said he possessed some extremely intriguing news and couldn't wait to inform me after our final class.
With a sensual murmur in my ear, he said, "We are going to speak to someone in the dorm lobby, before we go up to our room."
I was exceedingly curious as to what he may have recently arranged. This guy had the ability to induce me to carry out almost anything at this point. He was similar to a magical being that could enthrall anyone with his good looks and charm. I jokingly mused about the possibility that he was in reality a leprechaun, but that was illogical. The concept was not departing from my mind due to the magical enchantment he seemed to exert on everyone he encountered.
Later in the day, I stood up from my final class and located him waiting in the lobby. As I arrived, I perceived that he had invited the girl I used to date, Samantha. She was the truly kinky one who liked my foreskin, but was a bit too overwhelmingly fusspotty for my ability to cope with.
He said, "This is Sam, and I wanted to see if you were okay with her coming over now to accomplish homework and study."
I gazed at her directly in the eyes and inquired, "Well, how have you been. Did you truly want to come over tonight?".
She nodded and replied, "I've heard that Dylan here is as fun as you were, when we were dating."
I well understood the implications behind her comment. She was going to arrive at our dorm today and leave before dinner. She resided across the street in the women's dorm. When we dated in our senior year, she lived on the fringes of town, and I resided in a house out in the woods near there. Traveling to her home before her parents could detect anything suspicious was simple. But having a female in a males-only dorm was somewhat hazardous. Dylan mentioned that Samantha had been speaking to her girlfriends about the young men at school. She was aware that I was intact, but believed her extraordinary gossiping abilities led to discovering that Dylan was my foreskin partner and we shared a room. She winked and appeared at me similarly to how Dylan had the night before. She had long, wavy blonde hair. She was not overly thin, but had curves like a volleyball player would possess. Not overly muscular but not in bad shape. She had a beautiful rear and her breasts were at least a B cup.
When we reached our floor, the RA was still in a meeting and it would last for about two more hours. This brought back memories of when I used to take Samantha home and we'd engage in our activities, and I'd return her home before her parents got back. We walked to our door, and we all had an uncomfortable atmosphere. Samantha and I used to go to my front door and before we'd rush into my room for some intimate moments, she'd discard her garments along the foyer and hallway. I was always vexed that she did so, because if my parents returned early, they would obviously know what was transpiring. At least concealed behind the door, we could maintain some degree of suspicion. This scenario, however, was very different. We all simply stood and stared at each other, waiting for someone to initiate and spark the gathering. I attempted to speak first, but was interrupted by Dylan.
He stated plainly, "Alright, guys, Samantha learned about my foreskin because of the men on the Lacrosse team. She encountered me after our biology class and inquired about it. I informed her about me and reminded her that I live with you, and things progressed from chatting to let's do this."
I regarded Samantha, who merely nodded her head in agreement. She began to remove her shirt, but momentarily paused and said, "I won't be the only one stripping here."
I signaled to all of us to climb onto my bed. She sprang onto my bed and Dylan locked and closed the door behind us. She proceeded to eliminate all of her clothes, while I struggled to discard my own. I almost toppled over, just like a kid who had never confronted undressing himself before. Dylan was nude before we could approach him. He stood there with his toned and muscular body, large foreskin-covered erection projecting forward, toward us. His freckles graced his flawless, pale flesh, elucidated by his ginger mane of hair and tufts. I glimpsed at Samantha, who had shed all her clothes by this point. She was reclining sprawled on my bed, as she had before, displaying her pussy to both of us. She had recently shaved her pubic area and was utterly smooth.
I heard them inquire simultaneously, "You planning to join in?"
I divested myself of all my clothing, eventually, and stood beside Dylan facing Samantha on the bed. Our cocks, encased in our foreskins, and leaking pre-cum profusely, were directed straight towards her spread pussy, which was uncovered by her splayed legs and fingers.
She inquired, "Which of you wants to initiate first?"
I promptly descended to the base of the bed and pressed my face against her vagina. I immediately identified her clit, as I knew its precise position. I utilised my tongue to retract her clitoral hood while I felt her clit begin to stiffen. I heard her moans, but they were muffled swiftly. I glanced up and observed that Dylan had stepped beside the side of the bed and bestowed his member to her face. She had absorbed him into her mouth, and her moans were drowned by his shaft. She was administering him the same treatment she provided me. I watched her pull his skin entirely back, lick his head, then pull his skin upward over her tongue and his head simultaneously. I could see his thighs shakily tremble as she did this. He required clinging onto the headboard of my bed to prevent him from collapsing. This persisted for a period until, Samantha extricated her mouth from him and signalled for me to stand up.
With a demanding tone, she declared, "Stand next to each other."
She took up position on the edge of the bed, seizing our cocks and rubbing them together. She was sliding our foreskins up and down together and keeping them near her nostrils. She was inhaling our pre-cum and the odour from our cocks as she executed our skin up and down. Our cock tips were touching with each downward stroke she made, and we both shuddered. She then extracted both of our retracted cocks and placed the glans into her hands. Then she tugged our foreskins forward as far as she could, and held my foreskin in her right hand and Dylan's in her left. She dragged our foreskins forward for as long as she could achieve.
She started swaying our erections like she was leading a dog on a leash. Then, she placed our long foreskins together and put both of them in her mouth. As she did this, she clenched down onto our skin with her teeth. She held us both in her teeth and rocked her head back and forth. We were entirely in her control, and our foreskins were being clamped down on harshly by her teeth. This was painful, but delightful at the same time. Dylan and I had to cling to each other's shoulders to avoid collapsing. Our thighs had been touching each other for some time now, and we were sweating. It felt like sitting on a leather sofa on a scorching day.
She then questioned, "Who's ready to no longer be a virgin?"
She was inquiring, knowing I was still a virgin and attempting to figure out if Dylan was as well. We both confirmed that we were both still virgins.
She then inquired, "Who would want to lose theirs today?"
I glanced at Dylan and handed him the first option. I'd been with her for a few years, and wanted to ensure that our relationship would proceed in a casual sexual sense. He appeared apprehensive but agreed to be the one.
Samantha directed him to the other side of the bed. She assumed the position of being on all fours and snatched hold of my cock. She then reached behind her with her other hand and grasped Dylan's rock-hard manhood. She pulled his foreskin up so he was completely revealed and brought him closer to the bed. She positioned his cock right into her vagina, and had him push himself into her. As he did this, they each groaned and she muffled herself with my penis. She slid her tongue inside my foreskin and flicked it fast around the tip. She had my organ in her mouth and she continued to execute the spinner move. I could tell she was deriving pleasure from the treatment of my penis as well as what Dylan was doing to her behind her.
I could only imagine how it felt for him as his foreskin moved to and fro inside her tight, wet vagina with every thrust. I could feel his shivers moving through her body to mine, and his eyes were rolling back into his head. He slowed down briefly, and I could see him looking at me. He seized my hand and guided it to his shoulder. I reciprocated by grabbing his opposite shoulder. Just like that, we were both gripping each other's shoulders while he was pushing his cock in and out of her incredibly moist vagina, and she was having her way with my penis. It continued like this for several minutes until we looked each other straight in the eyes with a smirk and reached our climax together.
I was shooting streams of cum into Samantha's mouth, as he was filling up her wet vagina. I could feel her orgasm, as she was twitching like mad and held onto my testicles for balance. I couldn't tell if holding onto my balls would actually be helpful for her balance, but it was necessary. The sounds of his slick cock moving in and out of her sloshing vagina made a decisive wet slapping. She muttered, "Slurping on my cock as she swallowed everything I just fed her." And all of our moans filled the room. After the session was over, I walked to the closet to grab us towels, aware that I'm always afraid of cleaning up. I returned to the bed, where she lay in the middle with Dylan on her right. She instructed me to lie on her left. The three of us lay there for a while in silent admiration of what had just occurred. The only noises were our heavy breathing. We eventually got up and cleaned ourselves off. Once we were dressed, we stealthily made our way to the entrance and took her to her dorm room.
On the way home, Dylan inquired, "Did you enjoy what the cat captured?"
I didn't know what to respond to him. This Irish sex God was on fire and I wasn't sure if I could maintain pace with him all year. It could simply be the excitement of the first couple of weeks in a new location, but he's been relentless.
Almost every night, we'd have some playtime together. We explored different mouth and hand techniques for a few months after that. Samantha kept her experiences with us hidden for about a week, but then she shared them with her pals. Dylan and I were receiving some intriguing invitations just before Thanksgiving recess started.
Before the last day of school before the holiday, Samantha and her BFF, whom I despised because she was a big self-entitled bitch who tried to mock my foreskin once, wanted to have a chat after school. I had a feeling about what she'd bring up. I was pondering whether I was ready to share it with others, but if this bitch was influenced by us, I was certain I'd come out on top and rub my foreskin in her face.
(To be continued...)
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