The Intellectual Pansexual Ch. 06

The swimmer ran his hands over the body of his twink, enjoying the feel of soft, boyish leanness beneath the thin clothes. He embraced Dakota without drawing their torsos together, continuing their game, their foreplay at a distance. The sophomore's shirt began to come loose and untucked beneath his fingers. Without breaking their kiss, without even looking, he managed to undo the boy's bow tie and set it aside. One by one, he unbuttoned Dakota, and the soft fabric swished down his arms to the floor. Thin, toned shoulders and abs were revealed to Taylor's touch.

Ever so slowly, he worked his strokes down Dakota's torso until he could unbuckle his belt and set it aside. The buttons on the boy's shorts yielded next. Their kiss grew more urgent as Taylor eased his thumbs under the waistband, going lower, making little circles on an incredibly smooth groin. He expected to feel the base of an achingly hard cock any second. Instead, his thumbs brushed the warm, inflamed folds of a pussy. For a moment he couldn't believe it. Then enlightenment broke upon him and he moved lower still.

Dakota quivered as Taylor ever so carefully rocked the hood of his clit back and forth over the tender nub before stroking lightly across his slit. Now it was the taller boy who began to take control of the encounter, tongue-fucking the twink while distracting him by touching his cunt at random in the most tantalizing way possible. When he felt Dakota's wetness on his fingers, he moved one hand up to the small of the boy's back, holding him in place. With his other, he slid a finger inside Dakota.

A long sigh escaped Dakota's lips and Taylor swallowed it. He probed his twink more deeply. His fingers curled over Dakota's g-spot, and the boy cried out into him again. Suddenly he winced in shock and arousal as Dakota pinched both his nipples at once. Taylor's start drove his fingers deeper inside his lover, who scratched him more fiercely, which made him writhe and finger Dakota more aggressively still. When he started thumbing his clit, the boy came in his shorts.

For the first time, they broke their kiss and looked into each other's eyes.

"You're like a little kitten," Taylor said admiringly. "You snuggle and you claw."

"Yeah," Dakota breathed, his eyes shadowed and dreamy. He leaned forward and pecked Taylor delicately on the lips, again and again, kissing down his strong jaw and the line of his neck towards his shoulder. Taylor's cock rose off his abs, reaching up for a touch, a lick, a kiss, any kind of attention. And then Dakota bit him. The pot flooding his system cushioned the shock, fortunately, but he could feel that it was going to bruise. The little twink had just given him a hickey!

"Bad kitty," Taylor said, grabbing Dakota by the neck and pulling him away. Dakota purred at him and looked adorable.

"I warned you. Still think I'm a sweet boy?"

"I'll reserve judgment till I've tasted you."

Dakota moved backwards off Taylor's lap and stood up. His shorts, already thoughtfully unbuttoned by the other boy, dropped off his hips quite naturally. He lifted them up with one Sperry-clad foot and retrieved his joint case, leaning back against the desk. This gave Taylor the chance to admire his pussy. His clit was prominent, standing out enough from his smooth groin to deceive a beachgoer into thinking it was a cock should he be wearing a speedo to the beach. In fact, Taylor realized, with his shorts off, Dakota did in fact have a speedo tanline. He licked it.

"I like yours, too." Dakota blew his smoke towards the window, and the fan caught it and carried it away. "Swimmer?"

"Yeah. You?"

"I like to lie by the pool and wait for guys to tell me they want to fuck me."

"Your body is awesome, though."

"Yoga and pole. And sex whenever I get the chance. You like twinks?"

"I think that's obvious."

"You like twinks with pussies?"

"You're my first," Taylor admitted. He leaned forward and kissed Dakota's clit. "I won't lie, it was a pretty cool surprise."

Dakota smirked and passed him the joint. "Like a nice combination of girl and guy?"

"Well, a different kind of guy. And I love variety in my playmates." Taylor inhaled deeply, spread Dakota's lips, and exhaled into his opening slit. He couldn't resist sending additional puffs all over the blonde's lovely soft body. Luckily they had a good draft to get rid of the smoke. "I'd have never guessed you had a pussy even if I saw you in a speedo. I might have missed it even feeling you up in the dark. Honestly, I had no idea a trans guy's clit got so big. Sorry. I don't mean..."

"It's okay." Dakota took a final puff and put the joint out. "It's new to you."

"Yeah, and I'm fascinated, and turned on as hell, but I don't want to be rude."

"You're not. You can suck it if you like. Oh fuck YES." Taylor was actually going down on him and giving his clit a blowjob. His toes curled in his boat shoes from excitement.

"It's huge," Taylor said, coming up for air. "It's what, almost three inches?"

"A little more."

"Fuck." The swimmer burst out laughing. "Sorry. Dirty thought."

"You realized I could almost fuck you with it." Dakota smiled lazily in the afternoon glow.

"Yeah. Can I ask-how-why?"

"I just always had really high testosterone levels," Dakota shrugged. "And so hormones were really effective when I started them, and I started young, too." He grabbed Taylor's hands and pulled them up to his chest. "I never had to have top surgery, either. Transitioning for me was more of an adjustment than anything."

"How young?"

"Fourteen. My bro was so excited when I started. He always treated me like a brother anyway and was as happy as I was that I got to live as my real gender. The kids at school were assholes, but my family was great."

"Let me guess: you came to Miami to make up for all the sex you've missed out on."

"Yeah. They have a great trans community here. Not that I don't love sex with cis guys and girls too, obviously, but there's something special to me about sex with someone who's shared the experience of transitioning."

"I can see that." Taylor licked Dakota's clit. "With someone who would also be considered a deviant by mainstream society."

"Exactly. You came here for the sex, too?"

"From Minnesota." He looked up at the twink and grinned. "I actually lost my gay virginity bent over this desk last week."

"That's awesome!" Dakota said, clapping. "Having fun?"

"I hope it never stops." Taylor went down on him again. He couldn't resist Dakota's uniqueness. What would have been a cringe factor for so many heterosexuals and homosexuals alike only turned him on. He was so obviously a boy it seemed absurd that anyone could think his pussy made a difference. Especially with his suckable clit that Taylor could comfortably hold in his mouth while fingering him. Three more orgasms hit Dakota, one after the other. He was swearing almost nonstop, gripping the edge of the desk with clenched knuckles. Taylor felt something hard on his cock and glanced down to discover that the squirming twink had gripped his cock between his Sperry-clad feet. The roughness of the leather turned him on, but he knew his cock would be raw if he let the ranchboy keep it up. He took a minute to slip them off. The abrupt softness of Dakota's petite bare feet on his dick after its previous aggressive treatment drove him over the edge, and he blew his load on them as he hit the boy's g-spot and made him actually scream through that orgasm.

Taylor grabbed Dakota's cum-splattered feet and lifted them up, rolling Dakota onto his back on the desk. He licked his seed off one of them while pressing the other into the sophomore's face. Dakota devoured it. They sucked the last of it off his toes together, then joined their lips to share the last creamy taste before Taylor licked his way down Dakota's abs and began tongue-fucking him. He was wet. His clit was pulsing. And he couldn't cum. Taylor's tongue wasn't long enough to do the trick without his clit being touched.

"Fuck me, God damn you," Dakota said through clenched teeth.

With little apparent effort, Taylor picked his twink up, laid him on the bed on his back, and knelt over him, breaching his slit very precisely with his cockhead. Dakota merely hissed in desire. His eyes glazed over, and as Taylor's teenage cock slid deeper into his tight pussy, the swimmer felt the pot hitting both of them hard again. All he could think about was his need to fuck. He didn't usually cum so fast. It was frustrating, and here was a hot slutty farmboy who gripped him like most humans hold on to life, so naturally he was going to fuck him. And it was sure to take a while to do it right.

"Holy fucking shiiiit!" Dakota screeched. He was turning out to be the noisiest playmate Taylor had ever had. And his cursing sounded endearing in his country-boy accent until Taylor muffled it with his mouth. Having just shot his load, he was in no hurry, so he long-dicked the boy slowly, opening him for a really aggressive fuck later. He could tell Dakota wanted one. The twink was solid muscle beneath him, his skin hairless but not unblemished. Taylor could feel scars and marks all over him, the legacy of an outdoor upbringing.

Dakota's hand gripped his lover's throat and pushed his head up and away even as his heels pulled Taylor deeper inside him. Taylor gasped for breath, feeling his body strain and all his muscles contract. His cock swelled in unison. He ground his crotch against Dakota's clit, and Dakota came again, in a long, shuddering series of mini-orgasms that lasted as long as Taylor kept up the motion.

"Oh, fuck. Goddamn you," Dakota moaned when Taylor let him stop cumming. He was bouncing his head off the mattress, completely overwhelmed. "Fuck me. Fuck me."

"No," Taylor said, smiling evilly, and carefully withdrew his prick from the limp boy. Dakota looked as if he was about to go into convulsions without it, until he realized that Taylor had only stopped to grab the lube. He tucked his ankles behind his head and offered his holes to the swimmer.

"Nice." There was a huge smile on Taylor's face. He couldn't resist pausing to lick Dakota's ass and cunt before dripping lube into both of them. When he stood over him and pointed his dick straight down, he was able to squat in and out of the twink with hardly any resistance. Dakota frigged his clit, his own juices spilling down onto his face, spattering on his lips, where they disappeared into his hungry mouth. Taylor found there was a limit to how much of that intensely erotic sight he could take. Besides, his legs were beginning to feel the strain.

He pulled out again and unfolded Dakota, who gave way with a sigh of relief. The two teens rolled onto their sides, face to face, and Taylor proceeded to fuck Dakota's brains out for the next hour. Sometimes he would hold their bodies close and make Dakota have those endless looping orgasms until he was exhausted, while at others he would arch his body away from the boy and coyly tease his g-spot with the flange of his cockhead. And then there were the moments when he thought he was about to cum and slammed his lover hard in the hope of orgasm, a hope that ultimately proved futile in every case. His lips felt swollen from kissing.

"Enough," Dakota finally groaned, on the comedown from another string of cums. "Timeout."

"Awww, you don't really want that, do you?" Taylor teased him with an extra cock twist that made him bite his lip.

"No." The blonde twink shuddered. "I could let you do this to me all night. But I want to swallow your load."

"You don't want it in you?"

"I didn't bring a plug. Maybe next time." That thought almost made Taylor cum on the spot. Dakota sensed it and pulled off him. Now it was Taylor's turn to wince at the discomfort of being intimately exposed to the cold air.

"Get on all fours and feed me that cock," Dakota directed.

Taylor climbed down on the floor and arched his back. "Do me."

"Oh, I will," Dakota murmured. Instead of going for the swimmer's wet, red prick, however, he touched his tongue to the tight yet slightly puffy asshole above it.

"Oh, no," Taylor groaned, shaking his head in pretend despair. "Why are all the guys going for my butt?"

"Because it's a hot butt." Dakota stuck his tongue in farther and wiggled it. "And because guys are always going to enjoy watching a muscle jock like you taking your turn as the bottom bitch." With one finger, he barely touched Taylor's precum-slick frenulum, polishing it while he rimmed him. The tickle was irresistible. Taylor pushed his butt up to meet the oral assault on it. He shivered as Dakota blew air across his clenching muscle in between licks, and found himself trying to spread his knees and cheeks more widely to give the boy better access.

"Yes," Taylor sighed at last, feeling Dakota stick a lubed finger into his hole. It sank in to the knuckles with no resistance.

"Fuck," Dakota said. "When did you say you got fucked for the first time?"

"I didn't say, but it was yesterday."

"He must have had a big dick."

"They both did."

"Two guys in one session? No wonder you're stretched." Taylor felt his ass get fuller. "I've got two fingers in you now and you're not even noticing. And your prostate feels swollen as fuck."

Taylor's only possible response was a whimper. What Dakota was doing to his nut was making beads of sweat break out on his forehead. He felt the twink add a third finger. His hole was now being stretched, but not uncomfortably so. The gentle finger motions Dakota made inside him relaxed it even as they made his cock engorge still further. Dakota had abandoned it to focus on his ass for a while. All Taylor had to do was crouch there and get fucked, and he did. He hardly realized it when Dakota added one more finger to his athlete ass, he was so appreciative of the pleasure the penetration was giving him.

"With a little practice I could probably fist you," Dakota whispered. "That's so fucking hot. How willing you are." Taylor barely had an opportunity to process this before his lover slipped underneath him and took his cock in his mouth.

For a while, Taylor thought he was going to black out. He pumped cum out of his dick until it seemed impossible to his brain that he still had any cum left to give-and he kept cumming from the pressure of Dakota's fingers. He couldn't scream, because he could barely breathe. He wanted to black out just to get away from the body-freezing sensation that filled him, like the combined high of the aftermath of a race and a first-place finish, but multiplied by an order of magnitude. At no time was it painful; he loved it, and he embraced it, but he recognized it might be more than even his trained body could stand.

He found himself lying on his back, Dakota's lips pressed to his. Cum gushed into his mouth, almost choking him, sharp and tangy with the hormones released by his prolonged denial. Mixed with them was the barest hint of the boy's pussy juices. Dakota didn't just snowball his load, he tongue-fucked it into Taylor's mouth to make sure he tasted every bit of it. And to make him aware of his own bottomness. Taylor understood that. It turned him on. Some level of his mind wanted to cum again, but his body had no physical response to that desire.

"You beautiful fucking stud." He smelled alcohol from the post-sex wipes that Josh kept around, then heard a phone camera click and opened his eyes in a lazy haze. Dakota was taking pictures of him lying there with a still-hard, obviously used cock and cum smeared all over his lips. He managed a wink.

"Send me those."

"No problem." Dakota reached for his shorts.

"Leaving already?"

"I've got a couple of projects to work on. But I'll hit you up soon." The preppy twink was back, carefully adjusting his bow tie in the mirror over Josh's bed. Before he slipped his boat shoes back on, he offered Taylor each of his soles to kiss. "Since you seemed to like doing it before." His tongue probed Taylor's mouth aggressively one more time and he was gone.

"I am fucked," Taylor said aloud to the room. He fell asleep.

He woke about an hour later and realized it was almost time to meet up with Esteban and Cassie. It took him five minutes to shower away his latest encounter before he stepped into a borrowed pair of Josh's track shorts, which were almost too small for him, and his Nikes. That was all he was wearing as he trotted down one floor to the RA's room, feeling sexier than ever.

"Hi!" Cassie exclaimed, greeting him with an enthusiastic kiss. "How was your day?"

"I fucked this ridiculously cute trans boy and he made me cum so hard I may not be good for much tonight. How about you two?"

"Cassie made me cum five different ways," Esteban said from his chair. He was clad in skintight black running tights that were showing a surprisingly small bulge at the moment and matching Asics, while Cassie sported a running top and tiny lycra shorts with more Nikes. "Hands, feet, mouth, pussy, and ass. And it was kind of a busy afternoon, too, so she had to get creative as well. So I may not have much energy left either." He grinned, slightly embarrassed.

"That's okay." Taylor shared a kiss with the Latin boy. "It would be nice to just hang out with you guys in a naked pile. It's so comfortable."

"Yeah," Esteban said. "Intimate and honest. It's good." He stood up. "You guys ready?"

"One sec." Taylor's phone buzzed against his hip and he quickly checked it. There was an email in his inbox from someone he didn't recognize, but the subject line read simply "Josh." He opened it.

"Dear Taylor," the message read,

"Josh has spent a fair amount of time this afternoon telling my husband and I about your recent efforts to explore your sexuality. We would like to thank you for sharing these experiences with him, and so by extension with us. It was truly wonderful to hear him describe how he violated your ass for the first time while my husband fucked him and I licked his cock.

"We have spent our lives seeking out truly uninhibited men and women and making love to them. It is an incomparable thrill to us to see a virile teenager ready to enter fully into the world of sexual pleasure, with little restraint and without regrets. Even to think about your doing so is a pleasure to us, and if you would ever like some extra help in satisfying your curiosity, ask Josh about some of his experiences with us. I believe he has already given you some idea of what we have shared thus far. We do particularly enjoy training young athletes to be better sexual performers, and reminding them that their holes as well as their dicks are made for fucking. We also host orgies every so often, which I think, given your love of exhibitionism and partner swapping, you would find very exciting.

"We both hope that we will get to kiss you, suck your cock, and fuck your ass one day soon. That's pretty straightforward, isn't it? It's how we feel about you. You're a beautiful young man, and thanks for making our boy so happy and excited."

There was a picture attached to the email. When Taylor opened it, he almost dropped the phone. The shot showed three men on a boat off the coast, the Miami skyline winking in the sunlight in the background. The middle one was being spit-roasted by the other two. Their bodies were lean and fit. All three had shaven erections held away from their bodies by wide steel rings. The two cocks inserted into the bottom boy at both ends had to be at least as big as Taylor's was. He was not touching his own shaft, but it was visibly at its maximum hardness and leaking.

The bottom boy was Josh.

Before any of them had time to fully absorb the sexual power of the picture, another email popped up on the screen. This one had a link to a live feed, and Taylor couldn't resist opening it now.