This is an autobiographical gay male submission in which the sexual action takes place during my college years. My earlier sexual awakening is described as well. I have many additional stories to tell if there is interest. Feel free to email me at fiftybuff@mail.com. And keep this Nifty site doing its good work by making supporting contributions!
A Part Of All That I Have Met
"I am a part of all that I have met." Alfred Lord Tennyson.
A precocious and inquisitive child, I knew I was attracted to men by the time I was five years old, though I had no name or description for my feelings. Growing up in a large family in the 60s and 70s, I was surrounded by brothers. We rarely found ourselves naked together, despite the small working class house in which we lived. Each somehow managed to maintain his own privacy at home.
My love for being naked - and being around other naked men - really began to develop during the summer when I was six years old. A local urban public high school sponsored swim and gym classes for boys every weekday summer morning. At 9 am, the young boys gathered in the competition-sized pool to learn, practice and race each of the standard swimming strokes, while the older boys played basketball and ran around in the gym. At mid-morning, the two groups switched places, getting changed in one big locker room with a communal shower.
I became intrigued with the maturing bodies and cocks of the teen boys. I also fell completely in love with the hairy daddy with the bulging trunks who stood above us on the diving board while instructing us on swim technique. Alas, he had his own changing area, so I never got to see what caused that bulge. It nevertheless burned indelibly into my curious young mind.
One teen boy named Jay, probably about 14 at the time, paid attention to me, even when most of the older boys ignored the little ones. I made a point to be around him while the groups changed from swim to gym gear, and during shower time. Jay was a fit handsome young man with a meaty cock, surrounded by a mature pubic bush. He also had hairy armpits, and just the start of a hair trail running down from his navel. He loved to be naked, and welcomed my innocent curiosity and attention. He never rushed to cover up or turn away from me. He lingered naked in the shower or the locker room with no shame or modesty. He was something of a role model for the man I would become.
Summer swim and gym at the high school continued to shape me, physically and emotionally, for the next few years. I was drawn to boys who liked to show their bodies, as I showed mine. Not recklessly or indiscriminately, just naturally and without shame. I discreetly studied the contours of the male form. Like all gay boys, I loved cocks and balls, of every shape and size. Extra large cocks were certainly a curiosity, but I was no size queen. A confident athletic man with an average cock has always been as attractive to me as a well hung guy. I came to admire most the muscular chests and shapely athletic asses that I spied.
I also had the opportunity to meet, befriend and admire black boys. My neighborhood and grade school were entirely white, but I was fortunate to be raised with no racial prejudices. The high school summer swim and gym classes brought in boys from several city neighborhoods. I cherished these new friendships with boys of diverse backgrounds. The beautiful skin, face, torso, ass, cock and balls of an athletic black man continue to hold me in thrall today, after decades of diverse sexual experiences.
I was pretty mature at a young age, fully grown, through puberty and shaving by my fourteenth birthday. I was not an accomplished team athlete, but stayed interested in fitness and swimming through my teens. The locker room was a constant in my life, both a place of intense attraction to the fit men and boys I'd desire, and a place of fear that my growing cock would give away my secret. The locker room of the 70s was a completely different place from its modern counterpart. Communal showers were the norm - there were no stalls or curtains. And no man or boy would have thought to wrap a towel around himself to slip on his undies. Everyone saw what everyone else had: cut or uncut, small or well hung, hairy or smooth, chubby or lean. I was fortunate to fall toward the upper end of the scale, with a moderately hairy fit body, and a 7.5 inch cock that showed full when on display. Not exactly a hardon - I managed to keep those in check until I wanted to show myself hard. But even soft, I hung pretty impressively.
By the start of college, I had become a serious fitness enthusiast, but was still a virgin. I had none of those early teen experiences that fill the pages of narrative porn. High school was a time of frustration, as manly bodies emerged from the boys surrounding me, all while I kept my impulses in check. Despite achieving high grades and near-top-of-class high school ranking, I opted for the affordable state university located in the city of my birth. And there my life changed. I became a fully realized, sexually experienced man. My experience was aided by my well-developed athletic body that attracted attention, whether clothed or unclothed.
By pure chance during my first year at university, I learned through group conversation about the glory holes in the basement bathroom of the building where the theater students held classes. The term 'glory hole' was not actually used, but the description I heard made my heart leap in my chest. The guy making the announcement was a junior varsity football defensive end who was a subject of my secret lusting. This guy was a ball of muscle, about 5'8" in height, with a big bubble ass and nice prominent dick bulge. He reveled in telling a group of guys about these bathroom stalls with holes drilled through the dividers, enabling the guy on one side to stick his hard cock through, to be sucked by the guy in the opposite stall.
I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. One must keep in mind that these were comparatively innocent, pre-Internet days, when porn and sexual information were not at every teen's fingertips 24 hours a day. I felt like I was hearing a revelation of life-changing import, and indeed I was. My mental picture of this place was immediately vivid, and it was football boy who was occupying one of the stalls and getting sucked off in my imaginings. It would not be until months later that I confirmed from personal experience that football boy indeed was a glory hole fan. As he would come to say, "hey, a mouth is a mouth."
It took a few weeks for me to get up the nerve to check it out. There were several aborted attempts, when I approached the entrance, only to pass by when someone walked nearby. Finally, after weeks of delay, and with my cock doing the thinking, I went in.
The bathroom had a heavy, loud, creaky exterior door, inside which was a small dark vestibule, followed by another heavy interior door. No one could get in or out without everyone inside knowing there was a newcomer. And once inside, one could only see the hand sinks and mirrors. There was ample time for guys at the more remote urinals and in the stalls to 'make adjustments' until it was known whether the intruder was on the team.
My first visit was during an early morning between classes, and I was alone and horny. I was sitting on the toilet in a stall, marveling at the concept of the glory hole to my right, but the room was otherwise empty. I had time on my hands, and a hard cock, so I proceeded to lean back and enjoy some familiar spit-aided strokes up and down the slick shaft. After about ten minutes, and nearly ready to pop, I heard the heavy door creak, and about jumped out of my skin.
My heart was beating rapidly. At that moment, it dawned on me that I knew nothing about glory hole etiquette or protocols. I need not have worried. The new arrival knew what he was doing. He looked under the doors for signs of occupancy, went promptly to the adjoining stall, and crouched to look through the hole at me. I instinctively leaned back so he couldn't see my face, but this just gave a clear view of my slicked 7.5 inches.
"Hey man. Do you fuck?" I heard through the divider.
I really didn't know the answer to that one. I suppose I would love to fuck, but hadn't done it yet, and wasn't ready to do it under those circumstances.
"I don't think so," I managed to reply.
"Well, stick it through and let me suck it." I obliged with just a bit of apprehension. Although this was all new to me, I knew right away this guy was a pro. The sensations up and down my cock as he took it effortlessly into his throat were indescribable. Given how horny I was, and how much pre-blowjob stroking I had administered, I didn't last very long.
He could sense my impending orgasm, from my moans, my breathing, and the final expansion of my cock. He went all the way in, holding my cockhead in his throat while I unloaded several blasts of cum. The divider wall registered tremors as my body convulsed.
I was an eighteen-year-old virgin no more.
After that day, I was hooked on man sex and was eager to explore its many variations. I tried to get back to that basement bathroom at least once every week or two. I was blown multiple times by the skilled practitioner who took my first load. I experienced the varied skills of many cocksuckers, and also learned to suck some cock myself. While I found myself more regularly getting sucked, I thoroughly enjoyed the intimacy of sucking a nice variety of cocks on several occasions.
I became a more daring exhibitionist too, both in the tearoom and the locker room. I participated in play at the urinals, not just through the glory holes. I fucked my first tight ass right out in the open with several onlookers, in front of the row of urinals. At the gym, I continued to improve my body, and noticed admirers more readily. I became more bold in the locker room and showers. After workouts, I stripped out of my shorts and jock, threw my towel over my shoulder, and walked nude to the showers, taking in whatever glances my swinging cock and athletic ass attracted. I learned the cues and signals, and became an eager participant in many one-on-one and group sessions with hot guys in the gym showers, saunas and locker rooms.
One day, several months after my first visit, I stopped in the theater building bathroom in the late afternoon. Four stalls were occupied with pairs of guys utilizing the glory holes. I went to urinal and whipped out my cock, figuring I'd step into one of the stalls after someone shot a load, and avail myself of a cocksucker. Before I had that opportunity, the loud exterior door opened. I stood at one end of the row of four old-fashioned chest-to-floor urinals, the ones that were so close together you rubbed elbows with the guy pissing next to you.
Around the corner came a cute guy with sandy brown hair and compact body. He barely looked old enough to be a university student. He somewhat shyly took a position at the opposite end of the row of urinals. I stepped back so that my erect cock was in full view. He went from glancing from the corner of his eye, to looking directly at me. I have him a big smile and turned in his direction. He took a couple steps toward me, slipped down his jeans and briefs, and got on his knees. A fine looking piece of meat popped from his briefs as he brought them down. He was surprisingly hairy in the crotch for being so boyish.
He began to treat me to good cocksucking technique, with throat, tongue and lips all put to proper use. I moaned my approval, and within a short time, heard each of the blowjob recipients in the stalls voice arrival of their loads and step out of the stalls to watch. I was still a few minutes from shooting mine when the heavy outer door creaked. My cocksucker started to lurch upward. In a case of either colossal exhibitionism or stupidity, I held him by the shoulder and quickly said "Stay where you are. Whoever is coming in here is looking for the same thing."
Seconds later, the new arrival rounded the corner and I gasped. It was my football playing acquaintance Derek, who had first told me of this place's reputation a few months earlier. He also quickly inhaled on spotting me with my cock fully erect by the urinals, getting head from the hot young cocksucker. There was no question that Derek was there for action. His ever-bulging crotch was more thick and prominent than usual. This guy had come to get off.
It took only seconds for cocky, confident Derek to get composed and begin to unbuckle his jeans. His zipper came down, followed quickly by his tight briefs. He pulled out a perfect uncut cock that was shorter than mine, but very thick. And in a move that was one of the most erotic and brotherly in my relatively young sex life, Derek moved next to me, holding his thick cock in his right hand, wrapped his muscled left arm around my shoulder, pulled me close and whispered in my ear "hey buddy." That expression of masculine camaraderie, combined with the excitement of the scene, and the skilled work being done by my cocksucker, put me over the edge.
My body shook and I unloaded into my cocksucker's throat, all while Derek held my in his strong arm. I was in fucking heaven. My life long admiration for, and lusting after, masculine athletic men culminated in that cumload. After milking every drop from my big cock, the cute cocksucker moved right over to Derek's thick meat. Derek never let go of me. Within a few minutes, he tilted his head back. I looked at his rough handsome features, his eyes closed, and a deep moan came from his chest as he unloaded into the cocksucker's mouth. I slipped my right arm behind his muscular lower back, and just held onto him, giving him support. For a few seconds, he rested his head on my shoulder and regained his composure. Then he quickly ruffled the hair of the guy on his knees, put himself back together, said to me "thanks buddy, see you soon," and headed out.
I'd like to say that Derek and I became boyfriends and lived happily ever after. But that didn't happen. We did become closer friends who shared a common interest that we kept from our other friends and acquaintances. After all, this was a time when being out and gay or bisexual was not nearly so common as it is today. We were both serious about our studies, and I worked a couple of part-time jobs and lived with my family. I couldn't have had a boyfriend at that stage of my life.
But I did see Derek occasionally at lunch with our crew of friends, and between classes. And most importantly, in the infamous bathroom. When we were together with friends, we would drop coded phrases to signal our intention to go get some action. Sometimes we would find willing cocksuckers to take care of us, and sometimes we were alone together, and we took care of each other. Derek was a skilled cocksucker when in the mood, and his fat cock helped me to improve my oral skills. We treasured each others' company, while keeping a realistic view of our relationship. We never became romantic partners, but to this day, he is one of my best friends and closest confidantes. He is one hot fucking daddy now.
In my last year of undergraduate university studies, I found myself having completed nearly all of my electives. I was working more hours off campus to save for graduate school. In addition to my two final major requirements, I realized I had not yet done my two semesters of physical fitness/recreation classes. This was pretty ironic, given that I spent so much of my precious spare time in the gym.
I learned that I could fulfill my requirement by taking a weight training class in the university gymnasium building, which was used mainly for training for the varsity football and baseball teams. Talk about two birds with one stone! I jumped at the opportunity. The class met three mornings a week for one hour, starting at 8:00 am.
The gymnasium building was classic university architecture. Located adjacent to the football and baseball fields, this turn-of-the-century building had spacious, high-ceilinged locker rooms and open communal showers. The entire basement had been converted into training and workout space, including ample free weights, barbells and weight machines of all types.
The faculty overseer of the weight training elective was also the varsity football coach. Although strict in his management of the team, he was a truly welcoming guy to the students (guys and girls) who took the class. He wanted everyone to feel comfortable with the pursuit of fitness, regardless of experience level. And since we shared the large workout space with many of his players who did early morning weight training, he made sure those big guys did not antagonize the 'civilians.'
On our first day, the coach suggested to the class of about thirty students that we each find a workout partner for the semester, someone of comparable fitness level so that each could progress on a similar track. I looked around at a group exhibiting varied levels of fitness, and concluded quickly that there were not many at my level. Then across the room, I spotted a walking dreamboat. A short handsome muscular guy of Mediterranean descent, probably Italian or Greek (Italian, as it turned out), spotted me about the same time as I spotted him. He looked me up and down, likely only assessing my fitness level, and gave me a shrug and a thumbs-up, as if to indicate he thought we were a match. I took that as a high compliment, and returned his thumbs-up.
We crossed the room toward each other. As he got closer, I could see that he was a truly perfect man in every way. Shaggy dark hair and dark eyes, a masculine, symmetrical face, and a freshly shaved jawline that looked he might need to shave again in about four hours. Standing side by side, I could see over the top of his head. But what he lacked in height, he made up for in quiet manly confidence. He wore a simple white t-shirt and gym shorts (which were much shorter by style than those we see today). Wide shoulders, beefy chest, trim midsection, nicely curved lower back, and a plump muscled ass. His well-defined arms and legs were adorned with dark hair. We shook hands and he introduced himself as 'Dave' in a soft but deep baritone voice. I tried to maintain my composure in the presence of this young god.
We probably didn't even need to be in workout gear on this first day of class, as the coach simply showed us around the equipment, describing and demonstrating its use. He got a few football guys who were working out, as well as Dave and me, to show a few lifting techniques, but no one broke a sweat. Dave and I stuck close together as we began to form our bond.
As the hour came to a close, we headed for the locker room to get back into street clothes. Dave had a locker not far from mine. He had another class in the hour immediately after the workout class ("bad planning," he joked), so he didn't take time to shower. But he did strip out of his gym gear, down to form-fitting tight white briefs. He was breathtaking. A full hair pattern across his hot torso, a nice bulge in the front of his briefs, and a muscular ass completing the picture. From every angle, he was the perfect man. He gave me a smile and a goodbye as he headed out for class.
I had a full hour before my next class, so I was not going to miss the experience of the communal showers in this classic building. I stripped naked, walked over to grab a towel from the pile of clean ones, and headed for the showers. There was a mix of guys from the class and from the football team. While nothing overtly sexual occurred, the guys were relaxed, fit and friendly. I could enjoy looking at some prime meat, while exhibiting my own. After a leisurely time in the shower and locker room, I left myself enough time to get over to the theater building glory holes and give a load to a willing cocksucker, before heading off to class.
Dave and I bonded over our workouts pretty quickly. We were well-matched, and provided support and incentive to one another. I really looked forward to that Monday-Wednesday-Friday 8 am routine. He was a quiet, serious guy, dedicated to his class work and fitness. As we made small talk, I felt relieved that he did not mention a girlfriend. At the same time, he gave off no overt signs of same-sex attraction. Like me, he lived off campus with his working class family. He understood the value of his education and the sacrifices his parents made to make it happen.
For the first couple weeks, he kept the routine a bit light, since his 9:00 class left him no time to shower, and he didn't want to leave all sweaty. On the second Friday, he asked if I had time to meet for lunch. Of course, I'd move heaven and earth to spend more time with him. We met shortly after noon and found an available spot in a cafeteria. This was the first time we had met outside the campus gym building. He looked so handsome and fit in his street clothes, with jeans that fit like a second skin, and an open-collar polo shirt that showed off his chest hair. I noticed both guys and girls do discreet double-takes as he found his way from the food line to our table.
Our conversation flowed so naturally and comfortably. He was impressively intelligent and focused. He told me of his acceptance into the MBA program at a prestigious university out of state, while congratulating me on my acceptance in my chosen graduate program at the university we were attending. Eventually, the conversation turned to our weight training class. He told me he felt he was not getting all he could from it, since his time before his next class was so tight. He asked if I would consider moving our start time to 7:30 am, so that he could put in a more aggressive workout and have time to clean up before his class. The coach had told us that we could come use the facilities anytime, just like his football players. I tried not to accept this wonderful proposal too eagerly. I would have arrived at 4:30 am if it meant I could then shower with this spectacular young man! He was genuinely happy when I told him "it's a plan."
I was on time and ready to go the following Monday morning. True to his intent, Dave worked hard on his training, and he worked me too. We pressed each other toward heavier sets and faster turnarounds. We worked up a well-earned sweat, and pretty soon it was 8:30 and our obligatory hour of weightlifting had passed. We went up to the locker room together. I tried to keep my composure as I anticipated finally being naked with this beautiful specimen.
Dave had his usual locker just down the row from mine. But this day, instead of just stripping to his white briefs and putting on street clothes, he stripped his shorts and briefs off in one move. I muffled a gasp. His muscled back tapered down to a narrow waist and a gentle curve at the base of his spine. His ass was a work of art, two globes of muscle with a coating of dark fur. As he bent to toss his clothes into his locker, I saw that the fur was extra thick in his ass crack. My substantial cock started to chub immediately, and I had to look away and think neutral thoughts for a few seconds, or else I'd be fully erect by the time I reached the showers. I now know that it was in that moment that I became an unrepentant ass-man for life.
I chose a shower head two down from where Dave positioned himself, just to avoid being too obvious and eager. He started his shower facing the wall, with his ass visible to the few lucky guys who happened to be showering. I checked him out discreetly with side glances, enjoying a perfect profile view. I was already enamored of his ass, and finally got to see his chest, abs, cock and balls, all beautifully proportioned and naturally hairy. I fought harder than I ever had before to keep my big cock at less than fully erect. I was definitely chubbing up and sticking out, but managed to avoid being at full mast. In that state, I was obviously and impressively hung.
After a couple minutes facing the wall with water streaming down his face, Dave turned ever so slightly and discreetly in my direction. He was looking down at my cock, then looked up to make direct eye contact with me. He gave me a bit of a smile, mostly with his eyes. My cock, usually under my firm control, engorged even more. Dave surely had my number.
We exchanged small talk as we dried off and got dressed at our lockers, all while I worked to keep my expanded cock in check. As we left the building together, Dave asked me if I was free for lunch. Although I had planned to find a quiet spot to knock off a homework assignment, I of course agreed.
When we sat down at a private table in the cafeteria, I started to resume our small talk, but he stopped me. "Can I tell you something?" "For sure," I replied. He seemed to have practiced this. He took a deep breath.
"I recently turned 20 years old. I've never had an intimate relationship with another person. I have buried myself in overachievement for my entire life - my studies, my part time jobs, my fitness pursuit. My fucking merit badges. It has all been a way of hiding. From what has been eating me up since I was about six years old. I'm gay. I've never said those words to another living person." I suspect some strong emotion was evident on my face as he said this.
"For the past year, and especially in recent months, I've been pretty obsessed with getting laid, but uncertain how I wanted to go about it. I'm no longer satisfied with pleasuring myself, although I've become quite proficient at it. I want a connection with another man. I want to give and receive pleasure with someone else." I swallowed hard.
He continued. "When we met a couple weeks ago, I immediately sensed a mutual attraction. I'm so accustomed to hiding that I played it cool. But I know I'm decent looking, and I know when guys are checking me out. You were definitely doing that! I jerked off thinking about you well before I laid eyes on your dick. But now that we've showered together, any doubt or hesitation I might have had is gone. Your big dick might tear me up, but I'm resolved to take it if you'll give it to me. I'm done being a hermit."
If I had dropped a hand into my lap and touched my rock hard cock at that moment, I probably would have shot a load. The man of my dreams, the one with the most spectacular ass I'd ever seen, but who I figured was straight, was asking me to fuck him. It took me a few seconds to verbalize my thoughts.
"It sounds pretty clichéd, but I fell for you the first time I set eyes on you. You are fucking perfect in every way." He responded, "Do you want to take a walk and get some air?" I chuckled and said "Umm, if I stood up right now, it would be very difficult to keep hidden what I'm feeling." We sat and finished our lunch. When my protruding crotch was a bit less obscene, we headed out.
It was a beautiful day on campus, or maybe I was just walking on air. "I'm not sure what I want in a relationship yet, since I'll be living with my family for another year and leaving the state next year. I'd love to be in love with a guy like you, but I'm not sure how that would work." He had a wistful look on his handsome face.
"I'm in the same boat buddy. I have little freedom or spare time. That hasn't kept me from getting off with hot guys though. I came into this place three years ago as a virgin, but I managed to build my confidence, read signals, and get what I wanted." I told him a brief version of some of my off-campus gym adventures and on-campus tearoom adventures.
"I've heard about the theater building bathroom, but never got up the nerve. What is it like?" he inquired.
"There is almost always a willing cocksucker or a hard cock waiting in the stalls or by the urinals. Not very romantic, but I have to admit, I've had some pretty fucking hot times there."
He was quiet for a few seconds. "I'd like to visit there with you sometime, but not my first time." I told him I completely understood. Then he told me some truly exciting news. One of his high school buddies had an apartment just off campus. He frequently pressed Dave about pursuing pussy in addition to dean's list grades. He offered Dave the use of his apartment on weekends, when he traveled to his family's new home an hour away. Dave had never taken him up on the offer, but decided he would do so on the coming weekend. We were both free of work obligations until Saturday afternoon, and were trusted enough by our families to be away overnight. We made a plan for Friday evening.
The rest of the week was tortured anticipation. I jerked off on Monday evening after finishing an assignment, but decided I would 'save myself' for the rest of the week. Dave and I really committed ourselves to our Wednesday and Friday morning workouts, and tried to stay composed while showering afterward. Other classes and job activities passed in a blur. Finally, Friday classes came to an end for both of us by 4:00 pm. We decided to meet at the apartment and break the week's tension before going out for dinner.
Dave got there first, and was waiting in his tight white briefs - and nothing else - when I arrived. I had told him how much that look excited me. "First things first," he said, and pulled me into a deep kiss.
We held that kiss for a solid five minutes, broken only as I awkwardly stripped out of my clothes. Our hands roamed all over each others' bodies throughout. "You're so fucking beautiful," I told him. "You too," he replied, "and this cock! Holy shit!." I was at full mast, and he was gripping it in both hands. My arms were wrapped around him, my hands caressing his plump hairy butt cheeks.
Dave broke our kiss and shimmied down until he was on his knees facing my cock. "Oh, man. I've dreamed about this," he whispered. Seeing my cock head enter his handsome mouth for the first time is a vision permanently etched in my memory. He was tentative at first, getting used to the size and the sensations. He got more comfortable and went deeper, adjusting his technique and making me feel incredible. Although not the most experienced blowjob I'd ever had, this was the hottest moment of my sexual life to date.
Sensing I might not last long, I pulled him back up to a standing position, kissed him once more long and deep, and said "Let's get over on the bed. I need to eat your ass." He complied, getting into a face down, ass up position. I was speechless, contemplating the prize before me. He was the ideal young man on the cusp of mature adulthood. The light coating of dark fur across the muscular globes came together in a thicker jumble at the cleft and crack. I put one hand on each cheek and gently spread them apart, getting my first glimpse of the precious pucker of his asshole. I dove in with my tongue and began giving him the pleasure he had so long denied himself.
I feasted on that hole for at least ten minutes, getting the mass of hair all matted and dripping with my saliva. I pulled his very respectable, meaty six-inch cock and balls into the play as well, giving them lots of attention. His moans and groans relayed his appreciation. My own cock was oozing pre-cum, anticipating the next step in this erotic adventure.
Dave reached back and grabbed my cock. "I think it's time buddy. Go easy on me." I retrieved a small tube of lube I had tossed on the bed. I allowed some to drizzle down his hairy ass crack and pool at his tight hole. I stroked some up and down my raging boner. I took my middle finger and gently entered his ass, sliding slowly along the lower interior until I found his prostate, which I stroked gently. He let out a moan from some deep, previously unexplored place. I spent a few minutes priming him with one and then two fingers. I could wait no longer.
I placed the head of my cock against his hole, and pressed in just enough to breach his ring. He gasped slightly, and pressed his face into the pillow. After about two seconds, I slowly pulled back out, letting him get accustomed to these sensations. I did this two more times, entering then pulling out, each time allowing his body to respond, and minimize the discomfort. I then placed my cock head back into his hairy hole, and left it there. I pressed firmly but gradually in, and he took it like a champ. He let out a few moans as I progressed, but never told me to stop. Finally, I was balls deep, and left it there.
"Fuck me, my man. This is what I've been waiting for. It feels incredible." I started with long slow strokes, and worked up to a faster, ball-slapping rhythm. Watching my big cock enter his perfect ass was better than I had imagined, but I didn't want him to experience the entire fuck face down. "Let's turn you over babe." He complied, lying on his back with his legs up over my shoulders. For extra visual stimulus, he put his hands behind his head, exposing his sweaty pits and flexing his big biceps. I put my face right into one hairy pit, licking and taking in the manly aroma, all while picking up my fuck pace. I moved over to the other pit before sharing his flavor with him in a deep kiss.
I could only take a few more minutes of this intensity. I felt the inevitable approach of my climax, my cock expanding to its maximum dimensions in Dave's hot ass while our faces were engaged in a tongue battle. "Oh fuuuuuck," I grunted into his open mouth. My unloading of a hot four-day cumload up his ass caused the same reaction in him. His cock began erupting between us, leaving both of our chests and abs covered in creamy white ropes. I collapsed on top of him as my cock had its final convulsions. I had experienced heaven, and I believe he had too.
We lay there for a few minutes while these overwhelming sensations subsided. I rolled off of him into my back, while holding his hand and sighing aloud. "I'm glad I waited," Dave said. "I'm glad it was you." I was ecstatic. "Me too buddy. Nothing I've done before has prepared me for this."
We took a long shower together, taking turns washing each other and enjoying every part of each others' muscled bodies. We touched and caressed just as we wished we could do in the gym shower. After we dressed, we went out for some causal dinner, enjoying quiet conversation about what we had just experienced, and how it fit into our life plans. We promised to be there for each other during the months we had together until graduation, and try to get the most out of this prime moment in our lives.
When we got back to the apartment, we slowly stripped and fell back onto the bed. He told me has was too sore to be fucked again so soon, and I was happy to try out some other experiences. "If you'd like to give me a thrill, please sit on my face." I sprawled on my back on the bed, and he mounted my face. He started upright, so that I could gaze up his muscled back as I ate out his hole. He moaned quietly and rocked a bit, his ass riding my tongue. Then he leaned forward and went to work on my raging cock. He explored cocksucking techniques, taking me beyond the breach of his throat, and getting accustomed to that feeling. With Dave in that position, I had full access to his ass crack, his balls and his beautiful cock. I gave each ample oral attention.
He emitted deep soft moans as he lovingly worked my cock, naturally improvising and improving his technique. As I took his cock into my mouth, he instinctively began a gentle thrusting movement, fucking my face and throat while holding and sucking my cock. "I've wanted this for so long," he said with a slight cracking in his voice. The physical sensations, the astonishing visuals and the deep emotions of the moment soon culminated in our near simultaneous eruptions. We savored the taste and texture of each others' loads.
We naturally moved into a spooning cuddle position. I was the 'big spoon,' wrapping Dave in my arms as we rested our heads on the pillow. I sensed that he was crying ever so softly. This quiet, confident, masculine young man was overcome with emotion. I did not press him to verbalize what we was feeling. I just held him closely, caressing the hair on his chest. We drifted off to sleep.
In the months we had together, Dave and I taught each other about love, caring and masculine companionship. He became an experienced and voracious bottom, and my skills as a compassionate and dominant top were sharpened. We did not vow exclusivity to one another, because we knew we would be separated by the following summer. We nevertheless were each other's primary fuck partner, as neither found anyone we'd rather be with. We used every opportunity to spend evenings at Dave's buddy's apartment. We also had some adventures together at the tearoom urinals, as Dave became a more willing exhibitionist.
Shortly before the end of our weight training semester, Dave and I befriended a couple of muscle guys who played on the university football team. Just by watching their interaction on the gym floor, we deduced that they were likely fuck buddies. It was confirmed when we four showered together, checking each other out. The bigger of the two was a 6'2" stud with a thick eight inch cock, while the smaller had an ass that almost rivaled Dave's. It was plump and juicy, and completely hairless. We invited them over for an apartment fuck session, and had the times of our lives together. I was exhausted from fucking muscle butt, hairy and smooth, and Dave had several cumloads dripping from his hairy hole.
My university years taught me to be a proud, unashamed, masculine gay man, a caring top and a skillful lover. I will close this chapter now. In the three decades since, I have had sexual experiences that could fill volumes, making "War and Peace" look like a pamphlet. I am now an in-demand daddy in my fifties, still extremely fit, lifting weights with the young studs in the gym, and running twenty miles each week. I have a willing supply of boys who love pleasing daddy. I try my best not to deny any of them.