First Oral, Anal, Spanking Pt. 01

The study group had gone well. The two young men -- James, tall, sturdily built, Chinese -- and Dana -- a strong contrast to the other, with his slight build and Nordic features -- were enrolled in the same grad school class, and an important exam loomed. But the two were alike in their intelligence and motivation to learn; as the two hour evening session, held in James' condo (owned by his traditionally minded parents in far-off Vancouver), drew to a close, both students felt that the time had been mutually beneficial.

Although the two were alike in their studiousness, their personalities were as different as their physical appearances. James was good humored and relaxed, a couple of years older, though not completely confident in himself. Dana -- orphaned at an early age, an only child, albeit brought up in relative comfort -- was much quieter and more shy. Both were good looking; James' dark hair and eyes, and pleasant features were easy on the eye. Dana's looks were more subtle; seemingly ordinary, when one examined him more closely the fine delicacy of his features and the gracefulness of his movements were striking.

Tired from their long day, the two discussed one final abstruse point. As they chatted, having moved to the couch from the study table, James leaned in towards Dana to explain a specific point. Looking up, Dana was struck by his friend's expression; it was almost as though he had never really taken a thorough look at his face. He noted with favor the Chinese man's beautiful dark eyes, warm complexion, and raven dark hair as the other leaned close and Dana felt his pleasant, warm breath on his face. All of a sudden James put his arm around Dana's slight shoulders and drew him close.

Too surprised to draw back immediately, Dana held still; the friendly warmth was not unpleasant. They stayed motionless for a minute or so, as if they were considering the next move. Then taking a deep breath, James picked up Dana's small, slender hand and placed it firmly in his lap, gently pressing the delicate fingers onto the bulge under his sweat pants.

Dana was still too shocked to move. But he was fascinated by the warm body underneath the thin cloth. He did not immediately withdraw his hand, especially when he felt James' cock swelling beneath his fingers. Inexperienced and shy, he had never encountered a situation like this. But James' hand pressed down on his and encouraged his fingers to stroke the rapidly growing organ. Simultaneously he reached into Dana's lap to softly touch the young man's own penis through his faded jeans.

They sat motionless except for the gently moving fingers. Dana was not exactly a total innocent, but had led a secluded life and had almost no sexual experience; although his looks and demeanor appealed to quite a few, of both sexes. His breath began to come faster as the blood rushed to his groin, and his own cock grew erect. Observing this, still hugging the younger man, James reached down and pulled at his sweatpants.

His cock -- substantial in size and so rigid that it seemed to pulse -- sprang out of his underwear, as Dana could not suppress a gasp. Wrapping Dana's astonished fingers around the shaft, and guiding them into a caressing movement, he undid the other's jean buttons, and deftly removed the smaller cock from its confines.

Silent except for their rapid breathing, they clutched each other's penises. James' fondling filled Dana with an ecstatic glow; each small movement sent a spasm of pleasure through him. Hypnotized, he observed that his touch had the same effect on his friend, whose cock now exuded a clear liquid. Looking down into his lap, where James' strong fingers rhythmically gripped him, he observed the same phenomenon at his own glans. Leaning closer, James' lips brushed first Dana's cheek, then his ear. They then sought his mouth, but Dana was too shy and dropped his gaze.

However, both continued their mutual caress. In less than sixty seconds, accompanied by a muffled cry from James, the oriental man's cock erupted in a fountain of warm, slippery come, which cascaded down onto Dana's still moving fingers. A few moments later Dana felt an overwhelming rush of pleasure, and his own cock exploded; one of the very few, and certainly the most intense, orgasms he had experienced.

Both partners slumped back in the couch, James' arm still holding the other closely. Spent, Dana leaned against the broad chest of his friend, resting his head. Their lips touched briefly.

"I hope I didn't upset you. But that was wonderful. I've been longing to touch you."

Dana gave a small shake of his head. "I must clean up." He rose and went into the bathroom to wash his wet hands and adjust his dress. Returning, he instinctively sat back down next to his friend and moved close, enjoying his warmth.

"Would you like to come over to study tomorrow? Say around 7?"

Dana reflected briefly. He was still in something of a state of shock. But he liked James, he felt safe with him, and he couldn't deny the astonishing pleasure that had been conveyed. "Okay, I'll see you then." He was seen to the door, then turned, stood on tiptoe and kissed his friend softly on the mouth. "Till tomorrow."

The next day saw Dana subjecting himself to a good deal of soul-searching. Was it a good idea to see James again? Was it morally wrong; whatever that meant? Was it safe? But underneath all the self questioning, Dana was clear about one thing; he desperately wanted a repeat of the previous evening's intense pleasure. Just thinking about it put him in a state of intense excitement; his cock hardened and his heart beat faster.

A succession of fantasies was passing through his brain. Every scenario he had heard of, but then resolutely put out of his mind, now reappeared. The thought of James' thick hard cock fountaining come put him in a constant state of semi hardness. He had for years denied himself the pleasures of masturbation, his physical needs being satisfied by an occasional wet dream. Now he was on fire; the pent up urges were rushing to the fore. The merest touch on his dick caused it to pulse and jerk.

Yet he held back, not wishing to do anything that would lessen the joy of the evening's encounter. He had begun to feel a passionate fondness for the handsome, kind Chinese man. Thoughts of taking the other's shaft in his mouth, and other places, pulsated in his mind. As the afternoon wound down, he took a long, hot shower. Looking down at his flat stomach and the soft tangle of hair that decorated his groin, he decided to trim it. Somewhere he had heard that that would make his cock appear larger; and the feeling of added nakedness was also appealing.

With discipline he limited the soaping of his genitals, although it created an ecstatic sensation; then began to wash between his small round buttocks. When his fingers brushed his small shy anal opening, s shudder passed through him. Would James want to take him there? What would that feel like?

He slipped a soapy digit into the narrow entrance, and was rewarded with a warm glow of pleasure. He promptly decided that if James wanted him there, that was what he should have. After, of course, certain oral preparations. Hopefully his lack of experience would be compensated for by his passionate desire for the other, who appeared to be more practiced. Well, he was ready to be instructed; James had shown he was a competent tutor.

Dry but still nude, he examined his naked form in the bedroom full length mirror. Slender but not skinny, well formed, graceful; his cock, not large but shapely, protruded from a reduced nest of blonde hair. Turning, he examined his rear view: slim waist descending to a small curved bottom that hinted at secret places, well proportioned legs.

An image from the past came to mind: an old painting of a blonde woman, eyes cast down, standing fearfully, naked and submissive before her prospective buyer, a fierce Moorish emir. Perhaps he would be obliged to stand just so before James, stripped and trembling, awaiting instruction, ready to serve. The thought sent a shiver through his body.