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COLLEGE DIARY
A Diary of Obsession
November 1, 19xx My personal solitude was broken today as Craig moved into my apartment. It was college policy. Two people to each apartment. His furniture arrived first. Not much stuff even less clothing.
November 2, 19xx Craig arrived today, he is a jock or something. He is really tall with tough body builders looks. I bet he is a party animal. I just hope he doesn't plan on taking over. I wonder why he is coming into the school year so late.
November 3, 19xx The first day went great, Craig doesn't talk a lot he just reads and engages in idle conversation. I think he is a writer because he is constantly writing in a notebook. I would really like to know what he is writing. I came in late tonight and Craig left his bedroom door open. I looked in and saw him lying in bed naked on his stomach. He really has a stunning body. Even his buns are tanned. The backs of his thighs had little wisps of blonde hair on them leading up to his beautiful ass. His whole body was covered with a light sweat. He must have been working out again. His shoulder length sandy blond hair was all messed up. I noticed a crumpled towel on the floor and a faintly familiar musk odor in the air. I wanted to reach out and run my hands over his legs and ass but I was afraid. A nude sleeper, great, I am still having conflicting thoughts on my sexuality and this is not going to help.
November 4, 19xx I can see that Craig is a very nice guy but some of his personal habits are strange to me. He sleeps nude, he wears very little in the apartment, and he very seldom leaves the apartment. I went down to the store today and bought him a little robe. It looks oriental in design. I didn't know his size so I hope it fits. I left it by the apartment door anonymously.
November 5, 19xx I may have made a mistake buying the robe because I find him even more attractive in the robe. It clings to his muscular frame. It enhances the looks of his broad shoulders and his tight waist. It rides above his knees enhancing the young athletic looking legs. I find myself wanting to make love to him. I have been having erotic wet dreams about him, about us. I find myself wanting to masturbate more frequently. I look in the mirror at my young frame. I played sports, my chest is 30 and my waist is 28 and I have right much hair on my body. I am just 3 inches shorter than he is. I have a nice pecker. I bet his dick is huge. Why is he so quiet? What is he writing in that book? I fantasize about sex with him when I see him on campus. He even looks sexy in plain blue jeans. Tight blue jeans, with a big basket in the crotch. I need a cold shower.
November 6, 19xx I think Craig is depressed about something. He sat in that chair looking out the window today. I wanted to speak to him but I was afraid of getting a hard on just looking at him. He just sat there in the chair with his bed sheets draped over his bronzed masculine body. His sad blue eyes looking out at nothing. I thought I heard him whisper 'Why?' I wasn't sure. He wasn't aware that I was looking at him. It's girl problems.
November 7, 19xx Craig woke me up at 1:30 am tonight. I heard some moaning and grunting coming from his room. I went to the door, but he had it shut. He sounded like he was in pain and he was breathing loudly. I bent down and looked through the keyhole. His back was to me but I could see him sitting on the bed. He was fumbling with something and his body was all sweaty. His beautiful muscles tensed and relaxed and it dawned on me what he was doing. I am such a stupid fool, all the times I had masturbated myself and it took me this long to realize that every man does it sometime or the other. I should have left, but I kept watching him. My penis strained against my briefs. His biceps flexed and his back muscles rippled. He tugged on his dick with a frenzy of passion I had never experienced. I wish I could have seen his penis. He shook and lifted his face toward the ceiling and let out a long hard moan. I could see little volleys of semen jump out of his unseen penis. He kept massaging himself and finally lifted a very wet hand to pick up a wash cloth from the chair next to him. He cleaned himself and fell face down on the bed crying. He said "Why?" He cried a while until he went to sleep. Why was he upset? A past lover perhaps? I must know.
November 8, 19xx I am planning something that I probably shouldn't do. I went to the drug store and bought some sleep aids. I put some in his brandy decanter. I am going to make love to him when he passes out. He will never know. I am trembling with anticipation. I watched him drink two stiff drinks and wondered when it would happen. I waited an hour and finally he starts yawning and says he is going to bed. We said our good nights and I waited 30 minutes. I entered his room at 2:00 am and called his name loudly, no response. I walked over to him and pulled the bed sheets off his body. I got an immediate erection at what I saw. It must have been at least 7 inches of the most perfect flaccid penis meat I had ever seen. It was very thick and rested comfortably between two very big and low hanging balls. His body was basically smooth and he had very little pubic hair. I undressed myself and when I pulled off my briefs a large clot of clear pre-ejaculate fluid fell from my engorged penis's cock slit. I was more excited than I realized.
I had brought some baby oil with me and rubbed some into my hands. I strided over him and placed my hands on his chest. His tits were firm and I could feel the powerful muscles under my hands. I massaged down his chest until I reached his stomach. It was just as firm. He moved for a moment and then laid still again. I trembled as I reached for his soft penis. I touched the tip and withdrew my hand. I then ran my finger across the top down to the bush. He giggled in his sleep. I poured some oil over it and firmly gripped it this time. I could feel it slowly start to get firm in my grasp. He moaned in pleasure. I masturbated him until he got a huge erection. I ran to my room with my wet stiffness wiggling in delight and grabbed a ruler and came back and measured his erection. It was 9 inches long! The biggest cock I had ever seen, and I was about pull the trigger on his gun! I measured my own slimy rod and it was about 7 inches when it was hard. I slid my greasy hand up his big shaft and down to the bush. Up to the now pink super fleshy head down to his tightening ball sacs. He was now breathing freely and little drops of sticky pre-ejaculate water where running over my hand. With my free hand I stroked his muscular inner thighs up to his now hard ball sac. I deliberately tickled his balls. I gave in and took his huge mushroom shaped meat head into my mouth causing him to turn just a bit in his sleep. I didn't care. I had been wanting this stud for days. His body was sweating freely now. I gagged on his super meat. I stopped the oral sex. Another second and he would probably filled my mouth with his hot sticky milk. I looked at his face and noticed his eyes were open! I sat up on my knees. He was partially aware of me. Then he said something that made my heart jump. "Don't stop now."
HE WANTED ME TO GET HIS ROCKS OFF!
I continued with the hand and mouth action until his whole body was flushed red. His hands groped over my body until one them finally found my swollen meat. My whole body shivered when his manly fingers wrapped around my wet penis. He awkwardly began pulling on my dick. "I never did it with a man," he drowsily whispered. I took his hand and showed him how to masturbate me. He learned quickly as he skillfully squeezed little drops of juice from me. I had myself situated above his chest with one of my knees on either side gripping him tightly. I played with his chest while he masturbated me. My red poker was literally bobbing up and down on its own when he would let go of it to cup and squeeze my swinging ball sac. I could feel him start to squeeze on my balls with his free hand. I could feel the semen charge building up and I stopped him and turned myself around and started sucking his dick and balls again. We exchanged love like this each time stopping short of coming.
I would run my tongue over his balls and then up the shaft making him wince in a funny way. At one time we french kissed each other and he ran his tongue over my chin and neck. I blew in his ear and whispered to him, "I'm not gonna let you come until you beg me like a dog." Our hands were groping, gripping, and grabbing all over each other. Once when I was on top of his chest I leaned forward and pressed my slimy cockhead against his pretty mouth. He didn't want to try that yet so I decided to wait. We will take it slow tonight my beautiful virgin dick piece.
It was now 2:30 in the morning. We had been exchanging love for half and hour it was time to bring each others love torture to an end by coming together.
I was the first to shoot. I had shown him how to squeeze the big vein the ran up the bottom of my dick shaft to the head and get out lots of pre-ejaculate fluid and he was doing that and tickling my balls at the same time. I had copious amounts of sexual fluids tonight. It was easy to generate it when you sitting on a hunks sweaty chest with him fondling your meat pole. He had me moaning and dribbling sweat and sticky juice all over the both of us. He was sliding his hand over and around my well lubricated dick with one hand and feeling up my balls with the other when I lost my control and as much as I tried to hold back I felt my come slip through and shoot all over his beautiful chest. It ran off his pecs and into one of his armpits and another blast made it to his neck. "Oh wow dude it feels hot," Craig grunted as he watched my dick spray his body with my love. He kept pulling on my meat and a tiny little squirt managed its way onto my own stomach hairs. I was getting soft but he kept on masturbating me until I took his sticky hands from my now semi-erect dick.
I then turned and sucked on his penis again and licked every orifice of his body. The whole time he was caressing my skin or almost wrestling with me. I loved it when he nibbled on my neck. Finally we ended up tangled up with him sitting upright in the bed with me sitting straight across from him. The position and the pressure made his dick look even more swollen. We were so close I could feel the tip of my dick touching his tight ball sac. He kept trying to massage my penis into erection but I wanted only to satisfy him. I removed his hands from my genitals and told him it was my turn to make love to him now. I could see the glossy wet remains of my semen still clinging to his chest and neck. I could smell the love in the air. He licked on my chest and held me securely when I gave him head. Finally when he couldn't stand it any longer he just quietly laid back on the pillows and wrapped his lightly haired legs around my waist. I found he liked it best when I just sloppily ran my tongue from the balls up to tip of his dick and then back down. I could feel his groin muscles pulsing in an odd way, he must be trying to enhance the feeling himself. While I was in between masturbating his shaft and licking the greasy head of his dick he managed to shoot an incredible amount of semen into my hair. When I looked up another blast struck me on my ear. "You could at least yell when you come." I said. While I was saying that another charge got stuck in my mustache and teeth. He sleepily smiled. I pumped on his dick. It wasn't getting soft. He wasn't spouting the stuff anymore but a constant stream of the fluid ran out of his painfully hard looking penis. It quickly got all over the two of us as we wrestled. I stuck the dick in my mouth and tasted his love cream. Salty sweet and good to eat. I used the come running down his swollen cock head as lubricant and brought him off a second, third, and an almost painful forth time in 10 minutes. He winced and held my head in place during the forth and final ejaculation as he managed to slip out even more come.
I finally just laid down in between his legs with my face resting in his genitals. I lay there with his legs wrapped around me and his hands on my shoulders. My head was lying on his left thigh with his now softening penis in my mouth. His face was contorted somewhere between agony and ecstasy. He trembled with tired muscles and I trembled in excitement. His leg lock slipped off my torso and I let his limp penis still bubbling a clear juice slide out of my mouth depositing a lot of cum on my chin and on his balls. His balls got soft and floppy again and I guess it hurt too much for a fifth try because he wouldn't let me lick his dick or even touch it now. We lay there in the dampness of the sweaty sheets trying to catch our breath. Then he just pulled me up close to his body and embraced me. "I had always wondered why I could never find someone to satisfy me until tonight," he said lovingly in my ear. "I now know the joy of pure love Craig, thank you," I said while kissing his neck. We then fell asleep.
During the sleep I could feel little wet clots of semen on his body and mine. The room smelled like semen, and I could still taste his come in my mouth. I could feel his bulging smooth chest against my rather ordinary chest, his pecs were tickling my chest hairs. I slid my hand around on his ass. It was warm and smooth. I wondered why he had never found anyone to satisfy him until I realized I was probably the first gay experience he had ever had. He was my first sexual encounter ever. I hoped the future was as bright. I moved my finger tips around his ass and thighs in a day-dreamish way. His hands were locked around my waist. I got hard again and started to massage my penis between his thighs but Craig took my hand and held it away from dick saying, "Save it for later stud."