The Humper Game Pt. 01 Ch. 04

"Do we have time to do it again, now? Only, I got you twice, so far, and you only got me once, and you're more than ready." She stroked up and down my cock. "That doesn't seem right. Is there something like what you did for me? You've been so good to me!"

"Um. I hesitate to even say. Remember, you asked, and I'm not telling you that you have to do this. Please.

"I know the theory more, but in fact, someone whose name I won't say did one of these things on me recently, out of the blue. I suspect we'll get formal instruction in all this at some point, but I was curious enough to look things up, way back in middle school, hearing older kids talk.

"So here's the theory as I know it. One way, you take part of my cock in your mouth, say, down to here, being careful not to get your teeth involved, and you suck on it and stimulate it with your tongue. At this point I know how it feels, but not how you do it. Meanwhile, down here, um, first you get enough saliva on it for good lubrication, and you wrap your hand around it and stroke up and down—kind of like it's your vagina. Now, the really sensitive areas are the whole head, here, and then here and here. And you suck, swallowing as needed, you can see it's already oozing some, until it starts spurting, and then either I guess you have something to catch it all, or you swallow.

"The other way, which I only read about, you take the whole thing into your mouth. And it's too long for that, at least normally, so part of it has to go down your throat. And at that point I'm using your mouth and throat like your vagina, until I come, and you have to swallow. You may not be able to control your gag reflex enough to do that, to get it down your throat and have it stay there. And you can't do it from the most obvious angles, because you have to tilt your head back until your mouth lines up with your throat. I don't really understand all the implications of that.

"Again, though, I'm not saying that since you asked, you've got to do any of that! If nothing else, I wouldn't really be able to go inside you and come again properly, in the remaining time.

"Oh. Probably I should have said, whether it's me or someone else. You've already seen that a boy goes limp for a while after he comes. Right at first, too much stimulation, um, it hurts because the head area is too sensitive, but after that, it's not going to be ready for sex right away no matter what, but proper stimulation with your mouth may keep it from deflating completely, and certainly can help it get ready faster."

She seemed to think for a while. Then she said, "OK, not today, not all the way at least. I want you inside me once yet, and we'd better get going. But let's just see what I can do with my mouth first. If you do come, I promise I won't be mad, but that's not my plan."

She licked my cock, which was by now pretty rigid and up to size. She licked the shaft, and then around the head, then slid some of the length in, and started sucking and licking. I found myself thrusting some, too. She shifted her position around some, and worked her way down until it all was in. I thrust in and out a little, producing gulping sounds. She backed off and said, "I think I can do that, and maybe we'll get to it sometime. But for now," she said as she lay back, "you get on top of me and get in."

Well, I was more than ready, and I rolled on top and got my knees in place. She reached down and parted the labia, and I ran up and down a moment and then just drove in. She moaned softly, and moved with me. She whispered, "Oh, Phil, if you can hold off long enough, do." I tried to relax some, not all that successfully. I told her, "I'll try to hold still more, and you move." I tried to relax and mostly hold still, and she thrust herself up and down, rubbing herself on me. It was awkward, and I was soon thrusting again. In a minute she was gasping, and she whispered, "Oh, that's wonderful. You're wonderful." Only a moment later, I buried myself in her and came. She didn't come.

I said, "I'm sorry," and she told me, "It's fine. Really. You are so good to me. I know there's not time for another go, I promised Jenny I'd give you back, but we have a few minutes. Get off me now and just lie back."

I did so, and she stood up for a moment and grabbed the washcloth. She got back in bed, and wiped a bit at her legs, then just kind of stuffed it in and left it. She moved down, and took my cock in her mouth again. She wasn't going for stimulation this time, though, she was cleaning me off.

She said, "There. Not perfect, but enough, I think. Now, has anyone else done that for you?"

"Should I be honest, or lie?"

She laughed a little. "Tell me the truth."

I said, "I try not to gossip, even if I've been doing it an awful lot this past week, but OK. Monday in gym, Jenny was my partner, and I caught her. We were both inexperienced, and kind of taken aback at the mess. She complained that we didn't have anything to mop with except our clothes, and then suggested that we could clean each other off. She did that for me, pretty much the way you just did. She plainly wasn't really expecting me to do likewise, but I did. Not as pleasant as eating you earlier, say, but it was mine. If you ever really do eat me, you'll have to put up with tasting and swallowing something that's been in my cock."

She said, "There was enough of it there just now that I have a pretty good idea what it's like, and I can handle it. The hard part's likely to be how much there is, swallowing fast enough."

She sat up. "But you really do need to get dressed and go back to your harem."

"Where is everybody getting that word? It's not really a good description, since anyone who catches them gets to enjoy them, and I can't even turn someone loose on him with a big scimitar."

She laughed, but we did start getting dressed.

I held her for a minute, just held her. "Rosa, dear, thank you. Don't forget to collect more sheets and change your bed before it gets worse."

"I just might be tempted to leave it, as a reminder that you really were here! No, you're right, it would be uncomfortable enough to bother me. But . . . Phil, is it OK if I say, I love you?"

I looked at her as seriously as I knew how. "Rosa, I said my piece earlier. I care about you, and don't want you to get hurt. I think it would be unfair to you, and to me, and to several other girls if you say it in public, where anyone but you and me can hear you. I worry about your getting hurt eventually. But it means a lot to me to hear you say it and know you mean it.

"For going on three years, you've been one of my favorite people. I've only just found out how beautiful and sexy your body is. Thank you."

I went to wash my face, then stopped. Someone would be checking it out, and I shouldn't disappoint her. We kissed goodbye. I didn't want to leave, but I also did want what else was waiting for me. On weekend afternoons, there aren't warning signals before the division between the periods, just signals dividing the afternoon at the times where, on weekdays, the first class and gym ended. So when the signal sounded, it didn't mean I was in trouble.

Revision: 4/2/2019