Chapter 10 The Beginning of Bareback Michael - Bareback Sex Stories

The Envelope

It might seem odd, even cold, that I could not bring myself to spend the night at home. Yet, when I walked inside the apartment, it simply didn't feel familiar. Not without her there. It felt as if it was filled with people I didn't know but couldn't see. I had to leave and I knew just where I was going. I showered in water that practically burned my skin. It felt amazing. I sat at the edge of the tub, while hot water ran downwards. A freshly rolled joint was pressed lightly between my lips and the smoke began its soothing embrace. I threw on a pair of underwear, fitted jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt before heading out. The temperature was blistering and an hour later, I stood directly in front of Kevin's apartment. Beneath the light in the hallway, I could feel blood pounding inside of me. Part of me was now growing. From the heat, from the smoke, from what lay beyond the door which was now opening. I glanced at his eyes and then downward. It was probably in that moment that I gave in. Completely.

He opened the door and we exchanged a small embrace. I politely asked to make a quick phone call to my aunt who had visited my mother that evening in the hospital. When I spoke with her, she explained that she had been to our apartment and picked up the mail. There was one letter, an envelope, addressed to me. For a moment, I was completely thrown off. "It's thick- do you want me to open it?", her next words piercing through my ear. I froze, realizing I wasn't ready for the news. Whatever news was waiting. "No. I'll open it later- How's Mom?" I asked, changing the subject quickly. "She's okay". Her voice paused. "She's going to have to stay an extra couple of days. The doctors just want to be sure". It was all too much. "Okay", I said in a hollow voice. "I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow then", my hand quickly pushed the phone away to its resting place. Another rush of emotions headed towards me and all I could think about was a white envelope and the pause. Especially the pause. I hadn't imagined it. I felt it and I wasn't wrong. I fingers gripped the phone and I turned to him.

Kevin walked over and placed his hand over my own. The one that continued its grip. He was pressed against me and there was no place else for me to go. I could feel his hand pulling my fingers up one by one. Finally, my hand relinquished its grip. Kevin pulled his hand back and passed a thick cigar to me. I pulled in the smoke and arched my neck towards the ceiling, exhaling a plume that rose like a mushroom cloud. When I looked down, Kevin was taking a slow pull from the cigar and I watched as he inhaled. He turned to me and wrapped his fingers gently around my neck, my lips opening upon instinct. With my mouth open, I could feel him press his lips against mine. Smoke now poured into my mouth in a silent avalanche. It flew into my throat and as I continued inhaling, I could feel my lungs fill up with the warmest air I've ever taken in. My neck pulsed beneath his fingers and as a new sensation took hold, I began growing beneath jeans that were now stretching further and further. A long, thick outline coming into view as a new sensation took over, as his fingers began tightening.

For a moment, all I could feel was warmth. Then an instinct took hold. One of survival maybe. I grabbed one of his hips and pushed him forward. We both stumbled backwards and fell to the floor in a heap. Now, I was on top of him in a tangle of arms and legs. I watched him push himself up with long arms that flexed with effort. For a few seconds, neither of us said or did anything. We sat on the floor and I suddenly realized that the only light was coming from candles that had been placed over every part of his home. I looked over to where he was sitting against the wall and I calmly got up, walked over and sat next to him, half of my side touching against his. It felt indecisive but then I began to feel one side of my body warm quickly. It triggered a chain reaction that quickly spread.

For a moment my eyes closed. A picture of an envelope, stuffed with papers that I could not see, flashed as if someone had put in right in front of me. I blinked my eyes open as if I had just burst through the surface of water that I had remained under for a second too long. Kevin had already stood up and I followed him to his bathroom. For a second, I remembered the last time I had been in it. A moment I felt as if I could break apart. But here I was, standing at the entrance, watching Kevin without moving or saying a word. She had paused- I didn't wait to allow the next thought to follow. Kevin was standing in front of his toilet and I reached behind him, wrapped my arms around and clasped my hands over his stomach. My hand reached down and felt him. I could feel myself growing unbelievably fast. It pushed into the space in between the back of his legs. I could feel my head expanding into the warmth of his balls and I began filling the space in between, inch by inch.

Kevin suddenly spun around and grabbed me. We began kissing one another and I grabbed the back of his hair. He was pushing me into the sink now and I was slammed into the cold ceramic. He pushed into me and with one hand, knocked over a bar of soap, a shaving cream bottle, razors, toothbrushes, and toothpaste. Everything clattered loudly on the floor, a razor flying into an expecting toilet bowl. He reached beneath my knees and wrapped his fingers around my legs. I could feel myself being lifted onto the sink and when I looked down at Kevin's waist, a smooth ripple of muscle glistening with a thin layer of sweat, I released the tension in my legs. His hands now spread my legs apart and with my back against a sink cabinet, I could feel lips returning to where they had been months before. Every inch that disappeared behind red lips pulling me further and further inside sent an uncontrollable tingling through me, towards new places yet to be discovered. For now, I watched in amazement as his lips reached the base and I tightened myself, feeling a thick head pressing against the soft lining of Kevin's throat. My hand reached out and grabbed his neck. For a second, I thought I could actually feel myself beneath the softness of his neck, a pulsing vein that, for all I knew, could have been spilling into me as I stretched even further downwards. A steady throb guiding my way.

 

Suddenly, I could feel myself pulling out of his throat. The head smacked loudly against my stomach and Kevin shot his face upwards, gasping for air. Spittle covered his lips and he wiped it off with the back of his hand. When he looked down, he ran a finger from one of my nipples and made a line downwards. With his other hand, he gripped beneath my knee. His finger reached to the point where my leg joined my hip and his hands pulled at my scrotum causing my cock to bounce up and then smack down again on my stomach. Now, both of his hands were gripping below my knees, spreading me apart. I could feel his hair, amazingly smooth, against my cock. I grabbed myself, along with a handful of his hair, and began pulling. I could feel something breathing warm air over me. In the place where I was now spread apart. A tingle began spreading over my skin and my testicles, which were now swollen from pressure contracted for a second. And then I felt it. Soft and pink, slipping partly inside an opening that was now widening from both will and instinct. His tongue slipped further inside and when he began running it along the walls of the inside, just near the opening, I arched forward while my cock simultaneously throbbed, causing it to bounce softly against my stomach, a thick bead of something sticky and clear pulsing out of the head. Now I could feel Kevin's lips pulling me open, his saliva running inside of me, pushed in by a tongue that would not stop. I arched forward even further and what nearly bounced against my lips brought back a forgotten memory.

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It was the first night that my brother had gone off to college. I was lying in bed, unable to sleep. When I was sure my Mom had gone off to sleep, I went back in my room and climbed into my brother's bed. I buried my face in his pillow and inhaled deeply. Somehow, his scent filled me and I grabbed around the pillow even tighter. I turned around and pulled off every piece of clothing I was wearing. In the darkness, I could still make out the poster on the wall. A guy whose legs were wrapped around a dirt bike. An outline that stretched forever stared back and I could fee my eyes straining to see something that seemed completely beyond reach. On instinct, I grabbed my legs and pulled the lower half of my body towards me, almost violently. I could not stop myself from staring at the poster, at the spot I was completely transfixed by. My arms pulled my legs closer and even as I stared at the poster, something that had grown impossibly long brushed against the bottom of my lip. Even in the dark, I looked in complete amazement as I realized that I could still reach it. My flexibility and the sheer length of it allowed the seemingly impossible to now disappear away, my own head throbbing between my lips, a river of sweet salt running from one end of my body and spilling endlessly into another.

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Kevin now stood up again and he pushed hair out of his face. "What are you thinking?" he said, with a completely disarming grin. I ignored the question and grinned back at him. I couldn't take the image of his long fingers pushing away hair from over one of his eyes and I reached up to pull him closer. Kevin grabbed my arms and put them by my side. He turned towards the shower and cut the water on. Within minutes, steam began filling the small bathroom. I gripped the edge of the sink and rested against it, watching every moment he made. The way his long torso stretched out as his arms spread apart, one holding him up as he leaned over, partially obscured by the shower curtain. He reached up and tilted the silver showerhead straight downward. The rest of his tall body disappeared behind the curtain.

Curiosity took hold and I walked over and entered the shower behind him. I stared at the small of his back, my head cast downward. It was as if I was curious about every part of his body I couldn't normally see. A hand reached out and gently pulled my face up from under my chin. He pulled closer and our bodies pressed against each other, bathed in steam. Suddenly, a stream of something warm began spilling over the front of me. I knew exactly what it was and it only made me press into him with even more force. His skin was now sliding against mine as a warm stream of water coming from him continued pouring out. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in the moist warmth of a flat stomach. I could feel my teeth begin to close involuntarily and I could not stop them, even as they began to work more and more furiously. Water from Kevin was still streaming everywhere and it began running over my back as his hands began pulling at me, gliding easily now over my skin.

Without even realizing it, we had both slid along the side of the bathtub and were now being sprayed by water from overhead. I stood up and we held each other under the running water. Beneath a rush of water that completely enveloped us, I began pulling warm air from his lungs into mine. Our hands were holding each other by the head and for a brief period of time, neither of us dared allow the space we had created to drown. My hand reached out and swiped the plastic shower curtain. Kevin reached down and grabbed it, pulling it behind his back and while clasping it inside of his own, ran my fingers down the small of his back. The water was now turned off and without a word, each of us dried ourselves. I followed him and the two of us walked completely naked down a hallway and into his bedroom. A giant mirror stood at the foot of his bed and there were candles on either side. A few more candles on the windowsill provided the only light in the room. I dropped to the bed and fell flat on my stomach. I closed my eyes for a second and suddenly, I felt something dripping over me. Strong fingers, covered in smooth skin that rippled with veins now swept over me and warm oil began pressing into my pores. The warmth from friction felt unbelievable and at that moment, I was completely powerless to move.

Unexpectedly, I turned over and faced him. Kevin was kneeling down over me and he dropped his arms forward on either side of my face, supporting his weight while looking down at me. His face pushed closer to mine and with one free hand, he reached over and poured more oil over the front of me. His hand quickly spread over me, warming me instantly. I grabbed his hand and pushed it off. With my other hand, I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him towards me. I could feel myself growing harder and in the next moment, Kevin was pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed as hard as I could, his skin sliding against mine. We began rubbing against one another and it occurred to me that I had never done anything like it before. I was growing harder by the minute and I could feel it digging further and further up as we continued pressing against one another. I could feel something inch its way towards my chest in return.

Kevin, despite having a slender build, was deceptively strong. I didn't realize just how strong until I reached out and tried to push him off of me. The more I struggled to free myself, the more his body tightened. The more everything tightened. His stomach, flat and hard, tightened even more. My foot brushed against his calf and I could feel soft hair along a stretch of taut muscle. His legs tightened over my own and whatever mass I had gained directly below my waist was not enough to move him out of the way. With a final effort, I tried to reach up but his hands grabbed my wrists and he quickly pinned them behind me. I pulled my head forward and since he didn't have any free hands to push it back, he pressed the side of his face directly over mine. I could feel my head pressing against the pillow, my lips crushed against his cheekbone. As if he had been holding back, I could suddenly feel him pressing me further and further down. Somehow, despite the resistance I put up, I finally relented and the two of us loosened every muscle in our body, mine releasing themselves first. A thin line of clear, sticky liquid dripped slowly out of me and I watched helplessly as it dripped onto the side of my stomach and continued rolling downward.

When his hands released my wrists, I used my arms to prop myself up. We stared at each other for a second and I spotted something dripping from his lips. In the struggle, he had cut himself and a tiny streak of blood trickled from the bottom of his lip. I leaned forward and pulled the bottom of his lip into my mouth, a coppery taste filling me. My tongue ran over the place I had spotted the dark streak of red only moments before and I began swelling everywhere from sheer pleasure. I don't believe he was even aware that he had been cut. Aware or not, I closed his lips around mine and began running my tongue over the smooth surface that had been broken from our struggle.

Kevin reached over and fumbled around the side of his bed for a bottle. He squeezed something onto his fingers and suddenly, something incredibly slippery was being rubbed over me, over the part of me that was hard and throbbing. I could feel his hands sweeping over me and in the next instant, my legs were spreading themselves apart slowly. I wanted to close my eyes but was too afraid to. His fingers began working themselves further and further down until they reached the place where his tongue had gone earlier. A tingling sensation was returning and yet I felt strange. I looked down and could see that he had grown incredibly hard. It was pointing straight out and a bead of sticky pre-cum was dripping out of him. I reached out and grabbed Kevin in my hand. Pulling him closer and closer until it pushed against the place his fingers had been. This time, it wasn't my legs that spread apart on instinct. It was something that would allow what had never happened before. A smaller pair of lips that now widened slightly, far beyond my view.

At first, I could feel Kevin's head pushing against the opening. As he began entering me, I was overcome in a sudden panic. He was too big and it would hurt. I started tightening all over but Kevin grabbed my wrists again and pushed his face close to mine. "Relax and breathe. I'm going to go very slowly" he said, almost in a whisper. I stopped tensing and began breathing in and out slowly. Now, his head was pushed all the way inside. "Squeeze on it and then loosen it", he added. I squeezed and felt him begin sliding in just a bit more. Kevin's hand was now wrapped around my cock and with each stroke, I could feel myself wanting him inside of me even further. He reached over with a long arm and handed me a small brown bottle with liquid from the night table. I remembered the scent all too well and after we took turns inhaling, hesitancy was replaced by a rush, a rush to have him inside of me even further. It seemed as if a lot of time was now passing by. I continued squeezing and letting go. The sensation of the length of him sliding against the inside of me proved too much and as his grip continued sliding over me, I knew that I had gotten at least half of it in.

I rolled Kevin over while keeping him inside of me and he continued stroking. I turned around and in the dim light, I could see just how much of him I had taken in. Seeing a long, penis disappearing inside of me just made me want to take more of it in. Another pull from the small brown bottle and I turned and watched as I continued letting gravity and my own growing desire consume the remaining few inches. I was dripping everywhere and Kevin leaned forward, burying the last possible inches inside, and wrapped his lips around my head. He grabbed it and, as if he was putting chapstick on, squeezed the head of my penis while coating his lips in the sticky fluid that poured out slowly. He then grabbed me and while my head disappeared behind the most beautiful lips, I could feel his own head throbbing deep inside of me. I leaned forward and began pulling him out of me, which only drove my penis further into his mouth. I turned back towards the mirror again and watched the most amazing thing happening. His penis slid in and out of me. I could not stop watching, nor could I stop from wanting him to begin thrusting it with more force than I could handle. Something would have to give.

Kevin's hands, which were wrapped around each cheek began the work that I had started. I was suddenly turned over and after a series of difficult moves, found myself on both knees while facing Kevin's wall. He was still inside of me but this position was far less comfortable. His legs still straddled my own and I could feel his stomach against my back, his long neck resting against the side of my face. Both of us were sweating a lot now and I felt him tighten himself while inside of me. His head was pressing against something and I could feel my penis growing even harder as it bobbed upward against my stomach. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then slowly pushed himself back in. When I reached around, I cupped a pair of giant testicles that dangled lazily in my hands. Whatever was inside of me was not going to leave in any other way but through some horrifically ecstatic explosion. One that I could barely wait for. Without warning, an ejaculation of pre-cum flew out of me and onto the sheet below. In anticipation.

Kevin shifted his weight again and somehow managed to put me on my back again. I wrapped my legs around his back and our lips now pressed against each other. I could feel him breathing inside of me, his saliva mixing with my own as we struggled for air. I imagined myself in a self-contained world, one which was only aware of what was right in front of me, buried inside of me, grabbing me in arms that refused to let go. I closed my eyes and still the image returned for one final moment. A thick white envelope. Sealed with my name typed over the front. For a moment, I couldn't remember if she had actually used the word thick but I imagined it to be none-the less. I was out of chances and something had to go right. A thick envelope and the pause. An interminable pause. I began tightening again and now I could feel Kevin wrapping his arms around me. Everything was falling apart again and I began struggling.

"No", I could hear him whisper, as my heart began pounding harder. I didn't realize that a tear had somehow escaped from deep inside of me and was now running down the side of my face and into my ear. I could feel my face being pressed against the impossibly soft length of his neck and another tear escaped. He was pressing down even harder now and as I felt him move inside of me, I began breathing again. Suddenly, his lips closed over mine and I could feel hot air pouring down my throat. Resuscitation. Another chance maybe. I couldn't even tell what the source of the tears were. All I knew was that he was pressing down hard again. Wrapping his arms around me and squeezing tighter. Burying himself even deeper than I could have imagined possible. His hands grabbed the sides of my head and covered my ears. I could feel his lips moving against the side of my neck and a calm began sweeping over me.

His right hand now wrapped around my penis and he began stroking me while grabbing beneath my knee with his left hand. While still inside of me, he now stood above me, my knees pushed against both of my ears, the soft hairs on my calves brushing against earlobes flushed with blood. I began pulling him inside again and as he began growing in length, I could feel my hips curling towards the top of my body causing the lower half of my body to arch high above the upper part. I stared up as my legs and cock dangled right above my face, almost taunting me. Daring me.

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I closed my eyes for the last time and I could feel something brush against my lips. It was unmistakable. Long and thick, sticky clear fluid dripping from its' head. Kevin grabbed it and pushed the head inside of my mouth. I couldn't believe that I was still flexible enough to get it in and as he continued thrusting inside of me, my lips were able to go down on myself even further. My entire body was shaking and I knew I couldn't hold it in much longer. Suddenly, I could feel Kevin tightening and I looked at him, watching as his face began contorting in unbelievable pleasure. His hand gripped my ankle even tighter and his other hand kept its grip around the shaft of my penis. Suddenly, I could feel a hard pulsing inside of me and I knew it had begun. An uncontrollable explosion that triggered another, even more spectacular blast.

The pre-cum that had filled my mouth was suddenly washed away as the first pulsing sprayed a load that had sat heavily in testicles that were filled beyond capacity. I could feel the head of my penis, buried inside of my mouth expand and throb uncontrollably. At the same time, Kevin was shooting deep inside of me. I could feel a tremendous throbbing and imagined a spray capable of extinguishing anything in its path, shooting into me with unbelievable force. He began pulling out suddenly, the sensation of it sending waves through me. My penis slipped out of my mouth as my jaws opened wide in ecstasy, a thick stream of watery ejaculate that was spraying into my open mouth now showered over the side of my face and onto my neck. Kevin pulled that last few inches of himself out of me and I could still feel him shooting into a hole that he had opened, a hole that was now reluctant to close. My own ejaculation suddenly caused a burst of cum to spit out of the hole that had finally closed, and ran down the crevice that led to my back. Kevin stood over me and continued spraying it over my penis and chest. I was still shooting and another stream of cum mixed with hot air burst out of me while the last remaining shots covered my entire chest and ran over my adam's apple. My legs dropped to the bed and Kevin now fell on top of me. The both of us were drenched in fluids from head to toe and I wrapped my arms around his back in complete exhaustion. We passed out and when I woke up the next morning, I could feel the warmth of his body underneath my arms. His neck was facing me and I pushed soft hair aside, kissing him gently before closing my eyes again.

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Later that morning, I dressed and returned home. The house was still quiet although this time I ignored the solitude and went straight for the kitchen. On the table was the envelope I had imagined over and over again the night before. The weeks before. The months before. I still couldn't be sure and so I stuffed it in the back of my pocket and made my way to the hospital. I felt funny walking and a smile came over my face when I thought about why. As I reached the floor my mother was on, everything felt as if it were now moving in slow motion. I was suddenly aware of everything. The sound of my sneakers over the waxed floor. The feel of my skin against blue jeans. Warmer than usual. A strange, new throbbing from inside of me. The envelope pressing against my backside. My arms were tired but lighter somehow. Now I was rounding the corner and walking into the room my mother had been in from the last visit. Everything had led up to this moment and when I saw the curtains drawn, I remembered the sound from a recent daydream- the curtains from the hospital drawing close, the sound of metal hooks running against a steel pole - I began walking faster towards the curtain, my heart pounding inside of my chest. At the last moment, I reached out to pull the curtain aside with one quick motion. "Wait!", a voice cried out. I turned, my hand still gripped tightly over the curtain. And there he stood.

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